Chapter 02: Thy Moon God

So here she was, waiting impatiently for her next customer that has some weird fetish with the moon. An ass hole that calls himself a moon god.

A white limousine parked upfront in the cafe he picked himself. She snorts her nose as she smells some kind of spoiled rich man coming out of the long car. She already hates his presence and it’s no wonder. She even hates her own life so hating another person is not new to her.

And there he was. The moon god that asks for her time and is willing to pay however she likes. He goes out of the car with a chauffeur that also looks like a prince, holding the car door for him like he was some kind of royalty or a god. I mean he did look like one. He looked really stunning in those white tuxedos and shoes but, c'mon. Gods don't exist. He has his light brown hair brushed to the back of his head neatly, exposing his billion dollar forehead that Flynn would never like to buy, partly because she can’t afford it anyway.

"Good noon, Miss Flynn Louviele."

He's too formal, too polite for her liking. Even his clothes screams good etiquette and manners while Flynn looks like some jerk trash that walked out of the garbage can. She's completely an outsider inside this man's world. He just showed up here and she already knows that he’s definitely out of her league and she hates that fact, too.

She's wearing a black oversized shirt that is barely washed properly, ripped jeans that looked like some piece of clothing that had been bitten by a pack of wolves and a pair of red sneakers that had been released years ago, inshort, her shoes are almost an antique piece.

"Flynn." She deadpans.

"Sorry?"

"Just call me Flynn." She says.

"So tell me what you want with me." 

The man cheekily grins at her as he takes a seat in front of her. Like why the fuck is he smiling like that? Does he think she’s some joke?

“You're buying my time and it’s gonna cost you a lot. I promise.”

"Want to have sex?"

Her mouth gaped open with what he just said, she never expected such a pretty boy to say such dirty words with his good mouth but she immediately composes herself and fires back.

"I could kill you before you even get me out of my clothes, asshole."

Asshole?

Never in his life had someone called him that but he expected such hateful words would come out of her mouth. She's Flynn Louviele for all the God's sake. The woman he needs to get by hook or by crook.

"Want to make a bet--"

She holds his hand firmly and she sees him flinch with the contact. She smiles.

"You're too good to have sex with a dirty person like me, you wouldn't even dare." She lights her cigarette and puffs the smoke in his face. Like this bitch wants to share some lung cancer in his system. "So tell me what you want because my patience runs out faster than this cigarette stick."

"Okay but before that, maybe you should remember my name. I'm Jinan Kim." He says.”But you can call me Jin.”

Jinan Kim? Isn’t that name too old?

"and I want you to be the interior designer of the house I'm building for my bride."

So he's getting married? If she makes money out of the sexual joke he said earlier and black mails him with the attempt of saying it to his bride to be, will he pay even larger?

"Huh? Dude, I only get involved with the dark market and illegal stuff. I don't even have a degree in interior designing to start with. Cut the crap." She says, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it.

"I know, you don't look like someone who got to college." Jin smiles and Flynn laughs unbelievably. Did he just degrade her?

"But your taste at home will be the same as my bride's taste."

"Is she also a punk that only knows how to cause trouble?" She asks daringly, mocking the much mature man. It's impossible for this guy to like someone like her. It's mostly like his parents won't approve of someone in the same class as hers.

"She wasn't, she's only living on eggshells and is afraid to show herself. She's not that bad." He smiles weirdly. “And I heard she has some disorder, so.”

Heard? It seems like he’s marrying someone he barely knows.

"Fine. I will only tell you what I think would suit your home, right?" The job isn't that hard, right?

"Yes and I'll pay you as much as you like.” He says.

"Fine, when will I start?"

"After we finish eating lunch in a restaurant that I will pick." He says as he gives his card to his chauffeur to pay for the coffee they had.

"Fine by me." She says nonchalantly.

"Let's go."

They finished their lunch and the two of them reached his home. The place is not that far from her place so that's luck.

Home is actually an understatement. A mansion would not even fit to describe his house. It's a Palace.

"You don't need to plan for a big scale, you will only design my bride's room."

"Bride's room? Why will you separate your bride's room with yours?"

She asks with pure curiosity.

"I mean I won't mind sharing a bed with you. Do you want that?"

"Hell no. What are you even talking about, asshole?" She spat. He just laughs.

"The first floor is my men's floor, you will meet them later. Your room--"

"You mean the room that I will decorate, right?" She asks, clearing the misunderstanding right away.

"Yes." He plainly answers.

"My bride's room is on the second floor, across mine."

"I don't want to stick my nose into your business but why isn't your bride helping you instead? I mean she could have helped you without you paying her."

"I doubt that she will help me without any pay." He laughs.

"She just doesn't know that I'm gonna propose to her soon." He says.

"Ah, okay."

"I will have someone to sketch your visualization, this is Yoon. He is pretty much like an architect and interior decorator but he's not."

What the hell did he just say?

"Yoon this is Flynn. Flynn, this is Yoon."

"Hi."

Yoon smiles lazily at her. It didn't even reach his eyes and it was totally fine to Flynn.

At Least he's not faking his emotions.

"Hey." She just says.

"So I want the room to be as simple as possible and not have a lot of things. If the girl is like me, she would probably be tired of all the stuff she sees outside and will want a silent life at home."

Flynn and Yoon started working and it has been three hours since Jin left the two of them in the room of his bride to be.

It's odd. Jin told her that Yoon wasn't exactly an interior designer but he seems like one. He's obviously experienced in this field to know every single thing she wanted him to draw.

"Anything else?" He says.

She decided to go with a white wall and nothing crazy colors. Everything she made him draw is either white or dirty white, just simple things that she thinks will relax the mind of whoever acts like her.

"It's all fine already, I guess." She says.

"Can I ask you something, Yoon?"

She asks.

"Go on."

Yoongi says, letting the pencil roll out of his hand.

"Where is Mr. Kim's bride?" Calling someone their bride seemed to be old fashioned and too formal for her but if that's what they call her, then she'll just go by it.

Yoon giggles almost like what she asked is too hilarious and obvious for him to answer.

"She's actually here."

"Where?"

"You don't have to know yet." He says, flashing her a soft smile.

"Okay."

Jin then enters the room with a cup of tea on a tray.

"Come and have tea before you go for the day." He says.

"For the day? Am I not done with you after this?" She asks.

"Of course not, you're in charge even with the construction. But don't worry, I will pay you for your service today." He says, smiling at her like some weird shit.

She looks at him and tries to scan him. What the hell is this man plotting? Forcing her to do a job she doesn't even know anything with and now not cutting their ties just yet. Is he some kind of a pedophile? I mean she’s already twenty years old but he’s clearly 3-5 older than her even with that baby face.

"K." She replies plainly and sips on the warm tea placed on their table. Her eyes widen as she realizes something. It is the same tea that Seolla gives her when she's having a panic attack. The tea that she had never tasted before Seolla gave it to her and the tea that she had no idea where the girl got. 

"Where do you buy this thing?" She asks.

"I don't see how that concerns you, Miss Flynn."

Well, fuck you. Arrogant shit.

"Thank heavens you'll be paying me or else."

She mutters under her breath. After she drank the tea, Jinan had wired her the money for the day and he even sent a driver to drive her home. He also said that he'll call her the day after tomorrow, when the construction and remodeling of the room is already taking action.

"Hey, Flynn!" It's Seolla. She has her head poking out of her apartment room and is smiling at her. 

"Hey, Seolla." She replies.

"How's your day so far? I see you walking out of a fancy car. Who is he? Did you find yourself a boyfriend already?"

She chuckles sarcastically with Seolla's questions that she finds annoying.

"No."

"So who is he?" Seolla says, pulling her hands inside her own home to chat on the floor.

Flynn doesn't have any furniture because she doesn't want anyone to visit her but Seolla likes to sit her butt on the floor like some weirdo she is.

"A client." She says.

Flynn did not know if it's just her or she saw that Seolla's eyes beamed in excitement as she heard that.

"Name? What is your client's name?" She asks.

"Jinan Kim. Oh wait, aren't you Kim? Are you related to him?" Flynn asks. Not failing to remember how he served her the same taste of tea that Seolla always gives her.

"No. I don't know him. But do you like him?" She asks. Well, it's really weird to ask her that.

"Not that I remember." Flynn shrugs. "I don't even like his guts."

...

"What do you think? Do you think I impressed her?" Jin asks as his men gather for dinner. They all looked down with his question or if not, they just looked away from him. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks again.

"What did Huina tell you the day you turned into a God again?"

Huina is the Goddess of Justice that cursed Jinan.

Joon asks, using his logic to answer God's question without hurting him.

"You will only live as a human again if you find Lee's descendant, the Moon Bride, who will never look you in the eye as Lee did. She will hate you with all her heart but you will have to make her fall in love with you nevertheless."

Jin repeats the words of Goddess of Justice, Huina. He remembers her words all too well as if it happened yesterday.

"Exactly, she wasn't born to be impressed by you so don't expect anything." Joon continues.

Jin looked displeased and disappointed, making Jimin tap him on his broad shoulders.

"It's fine, at least you're trying and that's progress." Jimin says with a kind smile.

"Thank you, Jimin."

...

"I am Hee Sun. I will be your team leader from now on." The police officers looked at the young man with a very wide smirk on his face.

"What?" They all asked.

"I heard this particular city is the worst when it comes to criminals and wrongdoings. I've heard a couple of people say that you all tolerate the illegal stuff in here but I will let you all start anew. Again, I am Hee Sun Park."

He says and leaves the room silent.

"Who does that kid think he is?"

...

"You've got to be more careful with your business, Flynn." Rose says as she gives Flynn another shot of tequila. It's already late but she decided to go to the place where people like her hang out. The Briston's.

"I don't need to be careful, Rose. I've never seen a policeman who suspects a lady like me." She says, smiling proudly at Rose.

Rose shrugs.

"I've just heard that the head of the cops changed and he's a strict weirdo."

"Well, fuck him but I'm don't care." Flynn says, taking the shot of tequila on her throat slowly.