Hallelujah (할렐루야) - A One Shot
Title: Hallelujah (할렐루야)
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/characters: GTOP(Slightly), Jiyong, Seunghyun, Youngbae, Seungri
Warnings: Violence, Crude language, Crude humor
Summary: ((Based heavily on this. )) Two gangs are going to war with each other, and it's Youngbae's job to find out why.
Author's Note: Completely different from my other writing style. I haven't actually posted this style of writing on LJ, so it's new. Hope you enjoy this one-shot!
Youngbae sat at his desk and growled in frustration. It had been three weeks since the war has started. But this wasn't a normal war between two countries. That would have been too easy. No, this was a gang war over some turf. Well, that was what Youngbae thought. He didn't know the whole story, and truthfully, he didn't want to. Somewhere, deep down, he knew this wasn't about staking grounds or opportune drug spots. He knew, in his heart, that this was bigger than that.
He threw the report he held on his desk and stood up. He couldn't take this anymore. He had to do something. He couldn't sit on the side and watch as men were killed in front of him over matters of a gun. That's what he wanted to call this situation. A matter of the gun. It suited it well.
On one side there was TOP, a man he knew to be ruthless. With his amazing aim with a gun to the way people followed him for his prestige. There was never a deal he couldn't get. He slipped from the law's fingers too many times to count and he was just going to do it again.
But then there was G-Dragon, another ruthless man. Men followed G-Dragon because of his charisma and attitude, he heard. But Youngbae wouldn't doubt if the man could fight or kill. Those were a given with the job.
And these two men were fighting, causing Korea to lose many lives, some innocent, some not. As he had mentioned before, he didn't know why they were fighting, nor did he want to know. He just wanted this to be over so that he didn't have to stress over this.
Sighing, he got another cup of coffee and sat down. There was nothing he could do until someone made a move, and he had a feeling that they were taking turns. This time, it was G-Dragon's turn.
무너져버린 빌딩에 Hey 할렐루야!
It was a ritual, almost, the way he woke up in the morning, checked his phone, ignored any messages he got, then went on to take a shower. Coming out of the shower, he would spend some time on his hair, today it was black, and then go on to eat breakfast. There, he would read the paper he got, reply to any messages he got, then brush his teeth.
This ritual did not change, no matter who bothered him or who he had slept with him the night before.
So it was nerving and annoying when Jiyong was woken up by his bed partner that morning. The girl, for he had felt like being with a girl the night before(and not being the girl), had tried to wake him up with a blow job. Jiyong, understandably, was mad.
(And who wouldn't be? But later, he would attempt to rationalize her death, making it seem that it wasn't out of anger. He would say something about a spy sent by TOP.)
“I have to clean the floor,” Jiyong muttered as he stepped around the corpse on the ground(he knew a wonderful carpeting place that would keep their mouths closed with a little extra money). He reached for his phone and saw that there were four messages waiting for him. With a yawn, he put his phone down and continued on to his shower.
This type of morning was not uncommon. One where he woke up to kill someone before going on with his daily routines. He wished they weren't common, but they happened, and he couldn't stop himself from allowing them to happen. (Of course, he could have stopped himself from pulling the trigger, but he didn't say anything on that matter.)
After his shower and the styling of his hair, he opened his apartment door to get the paper that sat there. Instead, he found a dark haired man holding it out of his reach with a smirk. This circumstance was also not uncommon.
“What do you want?” Jiyong asked.
The man looked smug, something Jiyong often saw on his face.
“I heard your gun go off this morning. What was that about?”
Jiyong growled and resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to have a normal, routine morning today. He left the door open and retreated into the kitchen to prepare his guest some hot chocolate. He knew his guest well by now, what with the common visits and regular fights. (Fights that he didn't start, if he was ever asked.)
“Some bitch tried to wake me up this morning with a blow job. Really, she knew that I didn't like waking up like that.”
“Hell, I know you don't like waking up like that, I haven't even slept with you yet.”
Jiyong glared at the man and turned to finish making hot chocolate. “Here,” he said as he handed the man a cup.
“Aw! Ji! You shouldn't have! How did you know that hot chocolate was exactly what I wanted?”
Jiyong rolled his eyes and began to make some coffee. “I just know you so well, Seunghyun,” he replied. (And he did. He knew that the man liked hot chocolate instead of coffee in the morning, he knew that the man also didn't have a routine for anything, unlike himself. He also knew the man's background, credit card number, and address, if he ever needed to know.) (But that was purely out of the protection of himself, he would tell people.)
And true to his name, this man was Seunghyun. More formally known as Choi Seunghyun. It was this man that Jiyong grew up to hate. This man that was his rival. It was also this man that he might love. But he was still unsure of that. (And he would stand byt the fact that he was unsure, probably until the day he died.)
Once the coffee was ready and Seunghyun had told Jiyong about his previous day, Jiyong sat down to check his phone. Two messages were from his foster father, asking him to come home for Christmas, while the other two were alerts about a deal this afternoon. He ignored his father's messages, opting to call him later, and replied with a “go on ahead” to the other two.
Messages dealt with, he turned to Seunghyun and held out his hand. “Paper,” he stated. Seunghyun seemed to know when to give in to Jiyong because he handed the paper over without hesitance. (He always seemed to know Jiyong so well. How the man would go for the paper in the morning, how he would ask for it, and even how he took his coffee.)
“I heard you had a dealing this afternoon,” Seunghyun mused into his mug of hot chocolate.
“I do,” Jiyong replied. Seunghyun smiled and put his mug down to lean on his hand. He stared at Jiyong with a knowing look and simply sat there. “No,” Jiyong finally replied. “You cannot come with me.”
“Oh, why not?” (Seunghyun said it wasn't whining, but rather complaining with a tinge of annoyance. He liked to get fancy with his words.)
Jiyong put the paper down and glared at Seunghyun. “Did it slip your mind that you're a rival gang?” he asked. “That you're TOP and that your life purpose is to kill me and take over my business?”
Seunghyun scoffed and picked his mug up again. “Why would I want to kill you?” he asked. “I'm not into that necrophilia shit, you know.” (He had thought about it once, he would later admit, but Jiyong didn't have to know that now.)
Jiyong sighed and picked his paper up. “Fine, you can come with me.”
Seunghyun did a mini victory dance where he sat and stood up. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked. “I've decided to make a life changing decision.”
Jiyong raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Go ahead,” he told him. “Just don't mind the body in the room.” (He hoped that the body hadn't already started smelling. He didn't like the smell corpses gave off at all. No one did, really.)
Seunghyun nodded and walked out, finally leaving Jiyong to his morning peace.
피도 눈물도 없어 이것이 rule 이다.
“What's taking you so long?” Jiyong called through the door. He had to brush his teeth before he could leave the house. He had already changed into a black suit, perfect for this sort of event. Well, he always thought a black suit was perfect for any sort of event.
“Chill out, Ji,” Seunghyun called back through the door. Jiyong had heard the shower go off at least twice since Seunghyun had gone in. He was beyond mad and was now simply curious as to what Seunghyun could have been doing in there for such a long time. (Though if Jiyong were in their, it would be an obvious answer that he was styling his hair, but Jiyong also knew that seunghyun didn't much care for his hair.)
“There,” Seunghyun said as he opened the door. “Done.”
Jiyong openly gawked at Seunghyun no that he had come out. Where black hair used to be was now bleached white hair. “Had to dye it after I bleached it,” Seunghyun explained. “It's why it took so long.”
“But why?” Jiyong asked, genuinely confused. “Why dye your hair white?”
“Why not?” Seunghyun replied. “You were blonde for a while, if I remember correctly.” (And Jiyong was once blond, even white haired. There was even a time where his hair was brown and red. But he didn't think those were his brightest moments.)
“A mistake on my part,” Jiyong muttered. “Why would you do it, thought?”
“Change,” Seunghyun told him. He moved over to Jiyong's dresser and he realized that Seunghyun was only in a towel. “Got any clothes I can wear?”
Jiyong took a moment to glare at him before stepping over the corpse to the closet. Opening it, he shuffled through until he came out with a large pair of black pants and a black shirt that was too big on him. “This will be small on you,” he said as he looked Seunghyun over. Seunghyun was not bad to look at, he noted to himself. Especially when he was naked. Well, partially.
“I'm fine with that,” Seunghyun replied. “But are you really going to make me go commando?”
“Yes,” Jiyong replied with no hesitance. (It wasn't that he was worried about giving Seunghyun a pair of his boxers, but rather that he wouldn't mind thinking that Seunghyun wasn't wearing any for the rest of the day. It was a nice thought, if a little crude. )
“Fine,” Seunghyun replied. He dropped the towel and began to put on the pants, leaving nothing to Jiyong's imagination. Jiyong took a moment to look at Seunghyun with no shame before turning back to head to the kitchen. (He wasn't one to not look at a man when he was so attractive. That was below him.)
Once there, he began to clean up the kitchen and get ready to leave.
“Done!” Seunghyun announced as he walked into the kitchen, fully clothed. “I stole a pair of your socks, but I'm sure you won't mind.” Jiyong shrugged and grabbed his keys. “I thought not.”
오늘의 동료가 내일이면 적 같애
“Who the fuck is that?”
Jiyong ignored the man and passed him towards the trade point. He saw the three people that were needed from the other side of the deal, and all were healthy and alive. “At least you didn't have them killed,” Jiyong muttered to Seunghyun.
“Like I would sabotage a potential fuck,” Seunghyun replied crudely. But the comment made Jiyong smile. (A smile that Seunghyun would admit that he enjoyed seeing on the other's face.)
“Good day,” Jiyong announced as he walked up to the three men. “I have my stuff here and ready, how about you?”
Three men looked up from their hamburgers and smiled. “We've got our stuff. It's in the kitchen, with your men.” Jiyong nodded and smiled.
“Alright. Does that mean that you got your stuff too?” he asked. One man nodded and pointed to a car outside.
“Loaded,” he announced. “We thank you for your business.”
“And what is this?”
All five people looked over to see a cop(though Jiyong had to give him credit for his disguise) walk towards them. “What kind of deal is this?”
Jiyong smiled and bowed. “It's so good to see you, Dong-shii!” he greeted. Dong Youngbae glared at him before turning to the three men who sat and ate their burgers.
“Would you be abject if I got a referral to look through your car?” Dong Youngbae asked.
“Would you like to look through it now?” one man asked. “Because we can let you do that, no referral needed.”
Youngbae raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Alright,” he repled cautiously. “Let's go.”
Jiyong watched as the three men walked out of the burger joint, burgers finished, and lead the cop to their car. There, the cop looked in the truck to see three large garbage bags.
“What's in their?” Seunghyun asked.
“Old clothes for the donation center down the road,” Jiyong replied. He turned to Seunghyun and raised an eyebrow. “I'm surprised he didn't see you. It's hard to miss a guy with white hair.” (He knew from personal experience.)
Seunghyun chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I thought he was going to call me out, but he didn't. What did they give you in return? Not money, seeing as it's a donation thing.”
“Nope,” Jiyong replied. He started off towards the kitchen and motioned for Seunghyun to follow. Once inside, Seunghyun saw three cardboard boxes.
“Children toys?” Seunghyun asked. He shifted through the boxes and smiled. “You traded clothes for toys? What is it? Donation week?”
“Actually, yes,” Jiyong teased. Another man walked up to Jiyong and whispered into his ear. “The cop's gone,” he said as he kneeled down to the boxes. With a quick hand, he cut the bottom of the box and showed Seunghyun the stacks of cash their.
“A secret compartment in a cardboard box?” Seunghyun asked. “And what did you give the other men?”
“Clothes,” Jiyong replied. “There was nothing there.”
“So, what's the money for?”
Jiyong smiled as he stood up and motioned for two men to take the boxes away. “Down at the bay they're doing another trade. Their leader is getting a good bit of drugs, not sure what kind. My men took care of that. But they're getting what they paid for.”
“A bit smart,” Seunghyun mused. “Splitting the trade so that it's hard to accuse.”
“Well, I did learn it from you.”
가슴은 뜨겁되 머리는 차갑게 넌 숨겨라
“What else did you learn from me?” Seunghyun asked when they were in the car. Jiyong was sitting behind the wheel as Seunghyun took the passenger's seat. (Seunghyun wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he didn't like driving. He was happy in the passenger seat, not having to exert any effort. It was fine with him.)
“A lot,” he replied. “How to do split trades, how to know when someone's lying to me. There's a few more, but I can't remember right now. Did you learn anything from me?”
“All of what I know about leadership, I learned from you,” Seunghyun started. “I also learned how to better take care of my hair.”
“Ooh, I learned how to dress more sharply from you.”
There was a beeping noise and Seunghyun pulled his phone out. “Just got a message,” he announced as he opened his phone. “Oh? It says here that you sent out a message to your men just now. Saying that you're going to attack me personally today. That I should watch out for you.”
“Oh, dear,” Jiyong muttered. “What ever will you do?”
Seunghyun barked out in laughter and Jiyong grinned. “When and how will you attack me?”
“I'll start by making you pay for lunch,” Jiyong started listing. “Then I'll take you shopping so we can put you in some better clothes. I'll make you pay, of course. Then I'll buy some things for myself, you're still paying. Then you'll treat me to dinner and maybe even a movie.”
“What am I, your boyfriend?”
“For tonight.”
“Maybe I should just kill myself now to save me the trouble. Why can't we go back to your place?”
“I'm having the body from this morning removed and my floors redone. Won't be finished until later today.” (And the smell, he reminded himself. He didn't want to go home to that.)
“When did you set that up?”
“The same time I sent out a message to everyone that I was going to attack you.”
“Ah.”
절대 방심하지마 안심한 순간 방아쇠는 너를 향해
“I feel better,” Jiyong announced as they sat down at a nice family restaurant for dinner.
“Why? Because I'm better dressed than before?” Seunghyun asked with a grin. (And truly, he was better dressed.) He wore a white suit with black shirt, slightly opposite from what Jiyong wore today.
“That, and I made successful trade without getting anyone killed.”
“That's always something to celebrate,” Seunghyun agreed.
“Did you not have anything planned today?”
“Not really. I was going to follow you around all day, and it paid off. Except for the part where I paid for everything.”
Jiyong laughed and nodded his head. “I guess I win, in the end.”
“So, you mentioned you wanted to go see a movie after dinner?”
“Not really feeling up to it,” Jiyong said with a shrug.
“I had hoped not. I wasn't feeling up to it either.” (And anyway, there were no good movies out.)
They parted ways from there and Jiyong returned to his apartment to start his nightly ritual. This ritual was only done if he was alone without a date, like tonight.
It started with undressing, brushing his teeth, then cleaning the house. (It was something like meditation for him.) It helped him think through the day and allow him to mull over future plans. Right now he thought of what he would do about this “war” that everyone was speaking of. Kids who called themselves a part of his gang had started going around, killing other kids who said they were a part of Seunghyun's gang.
It annoyed him, really.
난 오늘도 부르짖어 소박하기를 빌어
Seunghyun's mornings were almost never the same. There were times he woke up in bed, times were he woke up on the couch, and times where he woke up in someone else's bed. (There was one time where he woke up on Jiyong's couch, but he knew to stay away from Jiyong's ritual.) After he woke up, he could check his phone or go to sleep. If not, he could just roll out of bed and into the shower without even thinking about his phone.
But this morning, he checked his phone(once he made sure there was no one in his bed) and saw that he had two new messages. One was from his second in command, and the other from Jiyong. Looking at the clock, he realized that it was already noon. Had he really slept in this late?
The message Jiyong sent was inquiring about his health. He replied that he was fine. (The other message just told him that there was a fight happening later that day, most likely at night. He didn't really care much for fights.)
With a resigned sigh, he got out of bed and took his shower. Afterwards, he checked his phone again and saw a message from Jiyong. Rolling his eyes, he called the other leader.
“Hello?”
“If you're so worried about me, then why don't you come visit me?”
“I did, but you didn't answer the door.”
“Oh, it was because I was asleep. Sorry.”
He could hear the sign in the background and he smiled, knowing the look on Jiyong's face was one of defeat. “Then how about we meet up for lunch?”
“Sure, where?” (He had a deep feeling he was paying again, and reminded himself to put money on his card.)
They exchanged information and ended the call. Quickly getting ready, Seunghyun almost scared himself when he looked in the mirror. He forgot he had colored his hair yesterday. With a smile, he ran a hand through it before he began to style it.
Today was a good day.
속죄 따윌 바란다면 shut up had to go to Hell
“Let's stop being gang leaders.”
Jiyong looked at Seunghyun and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” (Though he knew exactly what he meant.)
“I mean exactly what I said. Let's stop being gangsters. I mean, the war issue has gotten out of control, what can we do about it?”
Jiyong thought about the words and slowly nodded his head. “You've got a point. But there are people who still know too much. What do we do about them?”
Seunghyun sipped at his iced coffee and shrugged. “Not sure,” he replied.
“How the hell are you drinking that in the middle of winter? It's snowing outside.”
Seunghyun looked outside and smiled at the snow. “I don't like hot coffee and they didn't have hot chocolate,” he replied with a shrug. He turned back to Jiyong with a dazzling smile. “So, what do you say? Quit killing people with me?”
Jiyong put his fork down and went for his drink. “I don't know,” he replied. “What would we do with our free time?”
“Fuck.” (And they did, eventually.)
“Are you serious?” Jiyong asked. “Eat, sleep, and have sex?” (Which, if one asked, was what they ended up doing until Jiyong got a job.)
“Sounds like the life.”
“I think I would grow bored of that easily.” (He hadn't yet.)
“Not when you're with me.” (Which was only true.)
Jiyong returned to his salad and Seunghyun took his fork up to steal some of Jiyong's greeny goodness. “Who would we have to take out to live a happy life?” he asked.
“Well, the top group, obviously. They know too much about us in general. Then we need to get rid of opposing leaders. Why not, with what free time we have.”
“Doesn't sound too bad.”
“Let's do it.”
눈앞에 믿음과 배신
“What the hell?”
Youngbae threw a stack of papers at the opposing wall and put his head in his hands. He was so confused. What the hell was going on? Why were tops dying? Just today, a majority of TOP's top men died and yesterday G-Dragon's tops had died. Why was there even a war going on? Was there even a war going on?
With a groan he set out and stuffed his guns into the holsters and put a jacket on. He would need it, what with the weather outside. He decided that a nice drink wouldn't be so bad right now. Growling, he left his office and walked out onto the streets. From there he walked to his favorite club for a drink.
“Youngbae!”
Youngbae smiled up at the bartender, Seungri, and nodded. “The normal,” he called out. Seungri nodded and started working on his order.
He turned to look out at the dance floor and smiled. He liked coming here to people watch. There were always interesting people here. Sometimes he even saw TOP or G-Dragon here.
Like tonight.
날 움직이는 명령에만 soldier type
“No! Please!”
Seunghyun pulled the trigger and put his gun away, but not before he heard a noise.
“Put your gun down.”
Slowly, Seunghyun leaned down to put his gun down and turned around kneeling with his hands in the air. “Youngbae,” he greeted. “How nice to see you here.” (And it was, really. In this dank room out of the way of anybody. It meant that he had been followed. And who wouldn't feel a little happy at the thought that someone had seen him. Someone was watching over him.)
“Why the hell were you killing him?” Youngbae asked, pointing at the dead body of the leader of an opposing gang. “Last I checked, you were on good terms with him. And what the hell happened to your hair?”
“Change of pace,” Seunghyun replied with a shrug. “You don't like it?”
“It's just... new.”
There was shouting from inside the club and Youngbae flinched. Seunghyun kept his cool expression and smiled. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“What the hell is going on outside?”
“Hell,” Seunghyun replied with a smirk. The door slammed opened and Youngbae pulled another gun from his holster and pointed it towards the door, allowing Seunghyun enough time to grab his gun and stand up to point it at Youngbae. At the door was Jiyong, a gun aimed at Youngbae.
“Hello, Youngbae,” Jiyong greeted with a grin. “Wasn't really expecting you here, but it makes it easier for our plan.”
“Plan?” Youngbae asked warily. “What plan?”
“To disappear off of the face of the earth,” Seunghyun replied. “We're going to stop being gangsters.” (He said it like a child declared that he was going to be an astronaut. Then later turned out to become one.)
“That's impossible,” the cop growled.
“Not if we get rid of all the people who knew too much,” Jiyong explained. “And you're the last one, dear boy.”
“Now, if you don't mind,” Seunghyun began and Jiyong ended it for him.
“Rest in a horrible state of displeasure.”
Mission Complete
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/characters: GTOP(Slightly), Jiyong, Seunghyun, Youngbae, Seungri
Warnings: Violence, Crude language, Crude humor
Summary: ((Based heavily on this. )) Two gangs are going to war with each other, and it's Youngbae's job to find out why.
Author's Note: Completely different from my other writing style. I haven't actually posted this style of writing on LJ, so it's new. Hope you enjoy this one-shot!
Youngbae sat at his desk and growled in frustration. It had been three weeks since the war has started. But this wasn't a normal war between two countries. That would have been too easy. No, this was a gang war over some turf. Well, that was what Youngbae thought. He didn't know the whole story, and truthfully, he didn't want to. Somewhere, deep down, he knew this wasn't about staking grounds or opportune drug spots. He knew, in his heart, that this was bigger than that.
He threw the report he held on his desk and stood up. He couldn't take this anymore. He had to do something. He couldn't sit on the side and watch as men were killed in front of him over matters of a gun. That's what he wanted to call this situation. A matter of the gun. It suited it well.
On one side there was TOP, a man he knew to be ruthless. With his amazing aim with a gun to the way people followed him for his prestige. There was never a deal he couldn't get. He slipped from the law's fingers too many times to count and he was just going to do it again.
But then there was G-Dragon, another ruthless man. Men followed G-Dragon because of his charisma and attitude, he heard. But Youngbae wouldn't doubt if the man could fight or kill. Those were a given with the job.
And these two men were fighting, causing Korea to lose many lives, some innocent, some not. As he had mentioned before, he didn't know why they were fighting, nor did he want to know. He just wanted this to be over so that he didn't have to stress over this.
Sighing, he got another cup of coffee and sat down. There was nothing he could do until someone made a move, and he had a feeling that they were taking turns. This time, it was G-Dragon's turn.
무너져버린 빌딩에 Hey 할렐루야!
It was a ritual, almost, the way he woke up in the morning, checked his phone, ignored any messages he got, then went on to take a shower. Coming out of the shower, he would spend some time on his hair, today it was black, and then go on to eat breakfast. There, he would read the paper he got, reply to any messages he got, then brush his teeth.
This ritual did not change, no matter who bothered him or who he had slept with him the night before.
So it was nerving and annoying when Jiyong was woken up by his bed partner that morning. The girl, for he had felt like being with a girl the night before(and not being the girl), had tried to wake him up with a blow job. Jiyong, understandably, was mad.
(And who wouldn't be? But later, he would attempt to rationalize her death, making it seem that it wasn't out of anger. He would say something about a spy sent by TOP.)
“I have to clean the floor,” Jiyong muttered as he stepped around the corpse on the ground(he knew a wonderful carpeting place that would keep their mouths closed with a little extra money). He reached for his phone and saw that there were four messages waiting for him. With a yawn, he put his phone down and continued on to his shower.
This type of morning was not uncommon. One where he woke up to kill someone before going on with his daily routines. He wished they weren't common, but they happened, and he couldn't stop himself from allowing them to happen. (Of course, he could have stopped himself from pulling the trigger, but he didn't say anything on that matter.)
After his shower and the styling of his hair, he opened his apartment door to get the paper that sat there. Instead, he found a dark haired man holding it out of his reach with a smirk. This circumstance was also not uncommon.
“What do you want?” Jiyong asked.
The man looked smug, something Jiyong often saw on his face.
“I heard your gun go off this morning. What was that about?”
Jiyong growled and resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to have a normal, routine morning today. He left the door open and retreated into the kitchen to prepare his guest some hot chocolate. He knew his guest well by now, what with the common visits and regular fights. (Fights that he didn't start, if he was ever asked.)
“Some bitch tried to wake me up this morning with a blow job. Really, she knew that I didn't like waking up like that.”
“Hell, I know you don't like waking up like that, I haven't even slept with you yet.”
Jiyong glared at the man and turned to finish making hot chocolate. “Here,” he said as he handed the man a cup.
“Aw! Ji! You shouldn't have! How did you know that hot chocolate was exactly what I wanted?”
Jiyong rolled his eyes and began to make some coffee. “I just know you so well, Seunghyun,” he replied. (And he did. He knew that the man liked hot chocolate instead of coffee in the morning, he knew that the man also didn't have a routine for anything, unlike himself. He also knew the man's background, credit card number, and address, if he ever needed to know.) (But that was purely out of the protection of himself, he would tell people.)
And true to his name, this man was Seunghyun. More formally known as Choi Seunghyun. It was this man that Jiyong grew up to hate. This man that was his rival. It was also this man that he might love. But he was still unsure of that. (And he would stand byt the fact that he was unsure, probably until the day he died.)
Once the coffee was ready and Seunghyun had told Jiyong about his previous day, Jiyong sat down to check his phone. Two messages were from his foster father, asking him to come home for Christmas, while the other two were alerts about a deal this afternoon. He ignored his father's messages, opting to call him later, and replied with a “go on ahead” to the other two.
Messages dealt with, he turned to Seunghyun and held out his hand. “Paper,” he stated. Seunghyun seemed to know when to give in to Jiyong because he handed the paper over without hesitance. (He always seemed to know Jiyong so well. How the man would go for the paper in the morning, how he would ask for it, and even how he took his coffee.)
“I heard you had a dealing this afternoon,” Seunghyun mused into his mug of hot chocolate.
“I do,” Jiyong replied. Seunghyun smiled and put his mug down to lean on his hand. He stared at Jiyong with a knowing look and simply sat there. “No,” Jiyong finally replied. “You cannot come with me.”
“Oh, why not?” (Seunghyun said it wasn't whining, but rather complaining with a tinge of annoyance. He liked to get fancy with his words.)
Jiyong put the paper down and glared at Seunghyun. “Did it slip your mind that you're a rival gang?” he asked. “That you're TOP and that your life purpose is to kill me and take over my business?”
Seunghyun scoffed and picked his mug up again. “Why would I want to kill you?” he asked. “I'm not into that necrophilia shit, you know.” (He had thought about it once, he would later admit, but Jiyong didn't have to know that now.)
Jiyong sighed and picked his paper up. “Fine, you can come with me.”
Seunghyun did a mini victory dance where he sat and stood up. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked. “I've decided to make a life changing decision.”
Jiyong raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Go ahead,” he told him. “Just don't mind the body in the room.” (He hoped that the body hadn't already started smelling. He didn't like the smell corpses gave off at all. No one did, really.)
Seunghyun nodded and walked out, finally leaving Jiyong to his morning peace.
피도 눈물도 없어 이것이 rule 이다.
“What's taking you so long?” Jiyong called through the door. He had to brush his teeth before he could leave the house. He had already changed into a black suit, perfect for this sort of event. Well, he always thought a black suit was perfect for any sort of event.
“Chill out, Ji,” Seunghyun called back through the door. Jiyong had heard the shower go off at least twice since Seunghyun had gone in. He was beyond mad and was now simply curious as to what Seunghyun could have been doing in there for such a long time. (Though if Jiyong were in their, it would be an obvious answer that he was styling his hair, but Jiyong also knew that seunghyun didn't much care for his hair.)
“There,” Seunghyun said as he opened the door. “Done.”
Jiyong openly gawked at Seunghyun no that he had come out. Where black hair used to be was now bleached white hair. “Had to dye it after I bleached it,” Seunghyun explained. “It's why it took so long.”
“But why?” Jiyong asked, genuinely confused. “Why dye your hair white?”
“Why not?” Seunghyun replied. “You were blonde for a while, if I remember correctly.” (And Jiyong was once blond, even white haired. There was even a time where his hair was brown and red. But he didn't think those were his brightest moments.)
“A mistake on my part,” Jiyong muttered. “Why would you do it, thought?”
“Change,” Seunghyun told him. He moved over to Jiyong's dresser and he realized that Seunghyun was only in a towel. “Got any clothes I can wear?”
Jiyong took a moment to glare at him before stepping over the corpse to the closet. Opening it, he shuffled through until he came out with a large pair of black pants and a black shirt that was too big on him. “This will be small on you,” he said as he looked Seunghyun over. Seunghyun was not bad to look at, he noted to himself. Especially when he was naked. Well, partially.
“I'm fine with that,” Seunghyun replied. “But are you really going to make me go commando?”
“Yes,” Jiyong replied with no hesitance. (It wasn't that he was worried about giving Seunghyun a pair of his boxers, but rather that he wouldn't mind thinking that Seunghyun wasn't wearing any for the rest of the day. It was a nice thought, if a little crude. )
“Fine,” Seunghyun replied. He dropped the towel and began to put on the pants, leaving nothing to Jiyong's imagination. Jiyong took a moment to look at Seunghyun with no shame before turning back to head to the kitchen. (He wasn't one to not look at a man when he was so attractive. That was below him.)
Once there, he began to clean up the kitchen and get ready to leave.
“Done!” Seunghyun announced as he walked into the kitchen, fully clothed. “I stole a pair of your socks, but I'm sure you won't mind.” Jiyong shrugged and grabbed his keys. “I thought not.”
오늘의 동료가 내일이면 적 같애
“Who the fuck is that?”
Jiyong ignored the man and passed him towards the trade point. He saw the three people that were needed from the other side of the deal, and all were healthy and alive. “At least you didn't have them killed,” Jiyong muttered to Seunghyun.
“Like I would sabotage a potential fuck,” Seunghyun replied crudely. But the comment made Jiyong smile. (A smile that Seunghyun would admit that he enjoyed seeing on the other's face.)
“Good day,” Jiyong announced as he walked up to the three men. “I have my stuff here and ready, how about you?”
Three men looked up from their hamburgers and smiled. “We've got our stuff. It's in the kitchen, with your men.” Jiyong nodded and smiled.
“Alright. Does that mean that you got your stuff too?” he asked. One man nodded and pointed to a car outside.
“Loaded,” he announced. “We thank you for your business.”
“And what is this?”
All five people looked over to see a cop(though Jiyong had to give him credit for his disguise) walk towards them. “What kind of deal is this?”
Jiyong smiled and bowed. “It's so good to see you, Dong-shii!” he greeted. Dong Youngbae glared at him before turning to the three men who sat and ate their burgers.
“Would you be abject if I got a referral to look through your car?” Dong Youngbae asked.
“Would you like to look through it now?” one man asked. “Because we can let you do that, no referral needed.”
Youngbae raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Alright,” he repled cautiously. “Let's go.”
Jiyong watched as the three men walked out of the burger joint, burgers finished, and lead the cop to their car. There, the cop looked in the truck to see three large garbage bags.
“What's in their?” Seunghyun asked.
“Old clothes for the donation center down the road,” Jiyong replied. He turned to Seunghyun and raised an eyebrow. “I'm surprised he didn't see you. It's hard to miss a guy with white hair.” (He knew from personal experience.)
Seunghyun chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I thought he was going to call me out, but he didn't. What did they give you in return? Not money, seeing as it's a donation thing.”
“Nope,” Jiyong replied. He started off towards the kitchen and motioned for Seunghyun to follow. Once inside, Seunghyun saw three cardboard boxes.
“Children toys?” Seunghyun asked. He shifted through the boxes and smiled. “You traded clothes for toys? What is it? Donation week?”
“Actually, yes,” Jiyong teased. Another man walked up to Jiyong and whispered into his ear. “The cop's gone,” he said as he kneeled down to the boxes. With a quick hand, he cut the bottom of the box and showed Seunghyun the stacks of cash their.
“A secret compartment in a cardboard box?” Seunghyun asked. “And what did you give the other men?”
“Clothes,” Jiyong replied. “There was nothing there.”
“So, what's the money for?”
Jiyong smiled as he stood up and motioned for two men to take the boxes away. “Down at the bay they're doing another trade. Their leader is getting a good bit of drugs, not sure what kind. My men took care of that. But they're getting what they paid for.”
“A bit smart,” Seunghyun mused. “Splitting the trade so that it's hard to accuse.”
“Well, I did learn it from you.”
가슴은 뜨겁되 머리는 차갑게 넌 숨겨라
“What else did you learn from me?” Seunghyun asked when they were in the car. Jiyong was sitting behind the wheel as Seunghyun took the passenger's seat. (Seunghyun wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he didn't like driving. He was happy in the passenger seat, not having to exert any effort. It was fine with him.)
“A lot,” he replied. “How to do split trades, how to know when someone's lying to me. There's a few more, but I can't remember right now. Did you learn anything from me?”
“All of what I know about leadership, I learned from you,” Seunghyun started. “I also learned how to better take care of my hair.”
“Ooh, I learned how to dress more sharply from you.”
There was a beeping noise and Seunghyun pulled his phone out. “Just got a message,” he announced as he opened his phone. “Oh? It says here that you sent out a message to your men just now. Saying that you're going to attack me personally today. That I should watch out for you.”
“Oh, dear,” Jiyong muttered. “What ever will you do?”
Seunghyun barked out in laughter and Jiyong grinned. “When and how will you attack me?”
“I'll start by making you pay for lunch,” Jiyong started listing. “Then I'll take you shopping so we can put you in some better clothes. I'll make you pay, of course. Then I'll buy some things for myself, you're still paying. Then you'll treat me to dinner and maybe even a movie.”
“What am I, your boyfriend?”
“For tonight.”
“Maybe I should just kill myself now to save me the trouble. Why can't we go back to your place?”
“I'm having the body from this morning removed and my floors redone. Won't be finished until later today.” (And the smell, he reminded himself. He didn't want to go home to that.)
“When did you set that up?”
“The same time I sent out a message to everyone that I was going to attack you.”
“Ah.”
절대 방심하지마 안심한 순간 방아쇠는 너를 향해
“I feel better,” Jiyong announced as they sat down at a nice family restaurant for dinner.
“Why? Because I'm better dressed than before?” Seunghyun asked with a grin. (And truly, he was better dressed.) He wore a white suit with black shirt, slightly opposite from what Jiyong wore today.
“That, and I made successful trade without getting anyone killed.”
“That's always something to celebrate,” Seunghyun agreed.
“Did you not have anything planned today?”
“Not really. I was going to follow you around all day, and it paid off. Except for the part where I paid for everything.”
Jiyong laughed and nodded his head. “I guess I win, in the end.”
“So, you mentioned you wanted to go see a movie after dinner?”
“Not really feeling up to it,” Jiyong said with a shrug.
“I had hoped not. I wasn't feeling up to it either.” (And anyway, there were no good movies out.)
They parted ways from there and Jiyong returned to his apartment to start his nightly ritual. This ritual was only done if he was alone without a date, like tonight.
It started with undressing, brushing his teeth, then cleaning the house. (It was something like meditation for him.) It helped him think through the day and allow him to mull over future plans. Right now he thought of what he would do about this “war” that everyone was speaking of. Kids who called themselves a part of his gang had started going around, killing other kids who said they were a part of Seunghyun's gang.
It annoyed him, really.
난 오늘도 부르짖어 소박하기를 빌어
Seunghyun's mornings were almost never the same. There were times he woke up in bed, times were he woke up on the couch, and times where he woke up in someone else's bed. (There was one time where he woke up on Jiyong's couch, but he knew to stay away from Jiyong's ritual.) After he woke up, he could check his phone or go to sleep. If not, he could just roll out of bed and into the shower without even thinking about his phone.
But this morning, he checked his phone(once he made sure there was no one in his bed) and saw that he had two new messages. One was from his second in command, and the other from Jiyong. Looking at the clock, he realized that it was already noon. Had he really slept in this late?
The message Jiyong sent was inquiring about his health. He replied that he was fine. (The other message just told him that there was a fight happening later that day, most likely at night. He didn't really care much for fights.)
With a resigned sigh, he got out of bed and took his shower. Afterwards, he checked his phone again and saw a message from Jiyong. Rolling his eyes, he called the other leader.
“Hello?”
“If you're so worried about me, then why don't you come visit me?”
“I did, but you didn't answer the door.”
“Oh, it was because I was asleep. Sorry.”
He could hear the sign in the background and he smiled, knowing the look on Jiyong's face was one of defeat. “Then how about we meet up for lunch?”
“Sure, where?” (He had a deep feeling he was paying again, and reminded himself to put money on his card.)
They exchanged information and ended the call. Quickly getting ready, Seunghyun almost scared himself when he looked in the mirror. He forgot he had colored his hair yesterday. With a smile, he ran a hand through it before he began to style it.
Today was a good day.
속죄 따윌 바란다면 shut up had to go to Hell
“Let's stop being gang leaders.”
Jiyong looked at Seunghyun and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” (Though he knew exactly what he meant.)
“I mean exactly what I said. Let's stop being gangsters. I mean, the war issue has gotten out of control, what can we do about it?”
Jiyong thought about the words and slowly nodded his head. “You've got a point. But there are people who still know too much. What do we do about them?”
Seunghyun sipped at his iced coffee and shrugged. “Not sure,” he replied.
“How the hell are you drinking that in the middle of winter? It's snowing outside.”
Seunghyun looked outside and smiled at the snow. “I don't like hot coffee and they didn't have hot chocolate,” he replied with a shrug. He turned back to Jiyong with a dazzling smile. “So, what do you say? Quit killing people with me?”
Jiyong put his fork down and went for his drink. “I don't know,” he replied. “What would we do with our free time?”
“Fuck.” (And they did, eventually.)
“Are you serious?” Jiyong asked. “Eat, sleep, and have sex?” (Which, if one asked, was what they ended up doing until Jiyong got a job.)
“Sounds like the life.”
“I think I would grow bored of that easily.” (He hadn't yet.)
“Not when you're with me.” (Which was only true.)
Jiyong returned to his salad and Seunghyun took his fork up to steal some of Jiyong's greeny goodness. “Who would we have to take out to live a happy life?” he asked.
“Well, the top group, obviously. They know too much about us in general. Then we need to get rid of opposing leaders. Why not, with what free time we have.”
“Doesn't sound too bad.”
“Let's do it.”
눈앞에 믿음과 배신
“What the hell?”
Youngbae threw a stack of papers at the opposing wall and put his head in his hands. He was so confused. What the hell was going on? Why were tops dying? Just today, a majority of TOP's top men died and yesterday G-Dragon's tops had died. Why was there even a war going on? Was there even a war going on?
With a groan he set out and stuffed his guns into the holsters and put a jacket on. He would need it, what with the weather outside. He decided that a nice drink wouldn't be so bad right now. Growling, he left his office and walked out onto the streets. From there he walked to his favorite club for a drink.
“Youngbae!”
Youngbae smiled up at the bartender, Seungri, and nodded. “The normal,” he called out. Seungri nodded and started working on his order.
He turned to look out at the dance floor and smiled. He liked coming here to people watch. There were always interesting people here. Sometimes he even saw TOP or G-Dragon here.
Like tonight.
날 움직이는 명령에만 soldier type
“No! Please!”
Seunghyun pulled the trigger and put his gun away, but not before he heard a noise.
“Put your gun down.”
Slowly, Seunghyun leaned down to put his gun down and turned around kneeling with his hands in the air. “Youngbae,” he greeted. “How nice to see you here.” (And it was, really. In this dank room out of the way of anybody. It meant that he had been followed. And who wouldn't feel a little happy at the thought that someone had seen him. Someone was watching over him.)
“Why the hell were you killing him?” Youngbae asked, pointing at the dead body of the leader of an opposing gang. “Last I checked, you were on good terms with him. And what the hell happened to your hair?”
“Change of pace,” Seunghyun replied with a shrug. “You don't like it?”
“It's just... new.”
There was shouting from inside the club and Youngbae flinched. Seunghyun kept his cool expression and smiled. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“What the hell is going on outside?”
“Hell,” Seunghyun replied with a smirk. The door slammed opened and Youngbae pulled another gun from his holster and pointed it towards the door, allowing Seunghyun enough time to grab his gun and stand up to point it at Youngbae. At the door was Jiyong, a gun aimed at Youngbae.
“Hello, Youngbae,” Jiyong greeted with a grin. “Wasn't really expecting you here, but it makes it easier for our plan.”
“Plan?” Youngbae asked warily. “What plan?”
“To disappear off of the face of the earth,” Seunghyun replied. “We're going to stop being gangsters.” (He said it like a child declared that he was going to be an astronaut. Then later turned out to become one.)
“That's impossible,” the cop growled.
“Not if we get rid of all the people who knew too much,” Jiyong explained. “And you're the last one, dear boy.”
“Now, if you don't mind,” Seunghyun began and Jiyong ended it for him.
“Rest in a horrible state of displeasure.”
Mission Complete