there have been a lot of instances where spouses want to kill their significant other. however, it is not surprising, not in the slightest. kiyoung has seen his fair share of dysfunctional families before, his previous gang mates having wives, children â or similar relations when it comes to his acquaintances on the street. his examples may be from lower-class families, but it is the same type of relationship after all, richer or poorer, money doesnât seem to be able to solve that problem. or well⌠it does. you can solve it by paying people like kiyoung to stage your husbandâs death.
  and thatâs where he exactly steps in, having done this many times before, his alias, jax, is very well-regarded to those who have enough money to spend affording him â and there is a hint of smugness when he thinks about people searching for him rather than the other way around when he started. this instance however, is slightly different for the wife is⌠prickly to say the least. kiyoung doesnât need to like his clients, but even she looks like the mean witch from an awful fairy tale, which is saying a lot considering who kiyoung himself is. then again, a job is a job, and he doesnât mind it as long as he gets paid. a hefty amount this time too, as it is fit for a woman of her position and wealth. and since the down payment has already reached his account, kiyoung has been making plans, trying to figure out the best way to get the job done.
  the other tricky bit when it comes to this is to make sure the manâs death is going to be through an untraceable cause. stabbing, shooting, drowning and so on â are seemingly out of the table. and so is a staged accident, which is a shame really, because it is one of his favourites to execute. this time, however, he needs a special poison, and after days of research to find the best place to acquire it, he stands in front of sujinâs garden, dressed as a customer of hers rather than yi kiyoung. itâs all about playing a part after all, and from what he has gathered of the girl â he wants to make a good expression, so that he can make her go through with her end of the plan.
  he steps inside the threshold and looks at the flowers with feigned interest before he spots her, another precisely faked smile on his face â a friendly one he has perfected along the years. god, iâd be a good actor, he thinks faintly, before focuses on the goal at hand. âhi there â i hope iâm not interrupting anything. are you kim sujin perhaps ? i have heard so much about your plants ! truly extraordinary, i had to see them myself as a potential buyer.â
sujin had been tending to her plants -- her babies, as on most days. it was really not a day that differentiated itself from any other day. she had gotten up, brushed her teeth and so on, she went outside, came to the greenhouse, had her coffee and then had been doing her work. oh, how dull life was. but she guessed that almost everyoneâs life had to be dull at some point. surely enough, she would soon witness the exact opposite of that thought.Â
as she had walked down one of the rows of potted plants, checking their soil and making sure that they were feeling good. she eyed the colorful rows of flowers -- some more useful than others, but pretty none the less. as sujin took in the beauty, the voice of the stranger approaching her startled her; how had he even gotten in? she was not used to visitors in the greenhouse. she quickly wiped the sweat off her forehead as she turned towards the unknown male.Â
slowly, she took off her gloves and pushed them into the front pocket of her apron while listening to his words. a buyer? now it made more sense -- usually, the people who came by were either politicians to make sure that their green campaign wouldnât fail or companies wanting to invest. he had to be the latter. or at least something similar. and still, it somehow irked her just the tiniest bit that he even knew her first name. sujin nodded with an âmhmmâ and took in the appearance of the man: slightly older but still handsome, well dressed, but he had something about his eyes and smile that she simply couldnât pinpoint.Â
âthat would be me, thank you!â, she showed him a polite smile as well. after all, her parents had always made her be extra nice to the men in suits. âmaybe theyâll be useful to you somedayâ, they had always said. but at that point of her life she felt like that wasnât really true -- she has had enough of men in general. she took a few steps forward to offer him a handshake.Â
âand you are mister...?â, she inquired, tilting her head. a deal was a deal and her boss would be happy if sheâd make one. âhow can i help you?â
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