{four} Sin S(e)oul
title: Sin S(e)oul
word count: 3008w
pairing: Onho, Jongkey
genre: crime, drama, action, romance
overall rating: NC-17
warning: Presence of violence, (consensual and not) sex, prostitution, gambling and mafia activities in general
summary: What happens when you become part of a powerful organization that could make you feel alive as much as dead? And what if your beloved's soul (and body) was sold to someone even more terrible than the devil itself?
author's notes:
the whole fic is being beta-ed by littlemelonblue, the first and the greatest beta I could ever meet!
also, this story is entirely dedicated to and written for argh
Prologue ▪ 01 ▪ 02 ▪ 03 ▪ 04 ▪ 05
Chapter 4
Center of Seoul, Friday night. A white taxi was stuck in an enormous traffic gridlock that had spread throughout all the possible streets of the center along with with hundreds of other cars. The radio in the white taxi spoke about an accident that was very hard to deal with, and so was becoming the man sitting in the passenger's seat of the taxi. Choi Minho was definitely losing all his patience.
"How can there possibly be an accident in Seoul that is difficult to deal with?!" he grumbled, speaking more to himself rather than to the taxi driver. The latter seemed to not hear him though; he was wearing earplugs at an impossibly high volume and Minho was still cursing at himself for getting into that car in the first place.
He couldn't stop looking at the cars around him which showed drivers who had the same expression as he had: a very annoyed one mixed with murdering promises. Minho was a rather impatient person and that was why he never drove in the city; he always walked.
He was planning to walk that night too but then he seriously thought about it: it was an hour-long walk and as much as Minho already felt better after the beating, he knew he was still a little weak to endure such a long walk. That is, if he ever managed to get to the club. He hadn't wanted to take his car for practical reasons and he ended up calling a taxi which, at that time, seemed like the best way to get to the club. Oh how he was wrong.
Minho tapped his fingers loudly against the car door as a way to ease his stress but it wasn't working. Suddenly, his phone bip-ed. It was Jonghyun's reply. 'Since u care so much for me, I'll let u work all night~' Minho smiled at his phone. Jonghyun had told him to not go to the club that night, and that he could manage a Friday night all by himself but Minho, as always, hadn't listened to him and had decided to go anyway.
It had been 30 minutes since Jonghyun's message and the car had moved for about 2 metres (maybe less) and Minho had almost lost all his hopes. But even if he wanted to go back, he couldn't, because they were in the middle of the traffic with no way out. Suddenly, he wondered if the driver was charging him with a time fare. Minho seriously hoped not.
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Jessica's soft skin under his hands was making Jonghyun forget all about his problems. She was a great performer: she was responsive, dynamic and beautiful. For a moment, Jonghyun thought she could make one of the greatest club strippers rather than an average bartender. He was already lost in her pleasured noises; making him fuck her harder and harder as those noises increased. The room felt very, very hot and so was Jessica's neck where he had his head buried. Her scent was paradisiacal.
He was pumping harder inside Jessica and he was ready to come when a low thud resounded in his ear causing his attention to shift. He looked up at the door and froze. A nauseous feeling rose inside him when he spotted the unmoving lean figure of Kibum standing at the door, his eyes locked at the scene in front of him. He looked like he was lost in some kind of black hole, his expression was dark and empty and his face was painted with tears.
Jonghyun shut his eyes and cursed loudly; now definitely stopping his activity with the blond bartender who narrowed her eyes and asked him why the hell he had stopped. Jonghyun re-opened his eyes and looked at the younger man. "Kibum-ah.." he called for him and at the mention of his name, Kibum regained his senses. Their eyes locked. Kibum's crying face was soon replaced by an expression of disgust and anger and before Jonghyun could even call out for him again, he rushed out of the door, springing it open.
Jessica seemed to have noticed Kibum's presence too because she said, "Well, seems like your boyfriend is angry." She laughed annoyingly, her perfectly manicured hand stopping Jonghyun from putting his pants back on. "Why don't we just finish what we were doing before we were interrupted by that kid?" She started stroking Jonghyun's now flaccid length but the man slapped her hand away and slid his pants up, buttoning them. He took his shirt and rushed towards the door. He knew that there was no possibility Kibum would forgive him but he had to try to apologize for being the stupid asshole that he was. Jonghyun cursed again, Kibum deserved so much better than him.
He was rushing down the stairs when he noticed a white smoke coming from the lower floor. He started choking and crying at the irritating smoke and when he reached the main floor, all he could see were people running and screaming. Many of them were on the ground, probably fainted due to the smoke. Jonghyun used his shirt to cover his mouth and nose and started looking around for Kibum, screaming his name. Suddenly shooting noises could be heard and Jonghyun automatically threw himself on the floor, hiding behind an armchair. He didn't have his gun with him.
He was still struggling with the white smoke, that was making it hard for him to see what was happening and to find out the source that had caused all the mess, when he heard Kibum's voice yelling, "Let me go! Let me fucking go, you fucking bastards!"
Jonghyun rushed towards Kibum's voice and found himself at the front door. Someone had taken Kibum outside. He tried to open it but it had been locked. What the hell. Their front entrance had glasses so he managed to break it and he finally reached outside. "KIBUM! KIBUM!" People were all around him, screaming, choking and running. Jonghyun looked around, a feeling mixed with worry and desperation pounding straight to his heart. Kibum, please let me know where you are...just scream, yell, do something!.... But his prayers were apparently unheard because as the minutes passed, the street was crowded with more people, and the possibility of finding Kibum was now less than zero. Jonghyun was sure they had already taken him away.
He couldn't even concentrate on what was happening inside his club that he was surprised when he turned and saw Kyuhyun rushing towards him, throwing himself on Jonghyun, making them both fall on the floor.
Before Jonghyun could ask his friend what the hell was going on, an insanely loud boom filled Jonghyun's ears: the whole building exploded in front of his eyes. Jonghyun felt himself being hit by something; his eyes blurred, and his mind fogged. He closed his eyes and his head touched the floor. Behind his closed lids, Kibum appeared. His face was painted with the hurt expression Jonghyun had witnessed a few minutes ago, the only expression Jonghyun had never wanted to see on his beloved's face. Kibum's expression didn't leave him, even when all the senses abandoned Jonghyun.
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Minho finally found a solution to his boredom: he had taken out his earphones out of his pocket and plugged it into his phone. Listening to music was apparently the only thing he could do when stuck in traffic in a damn taxi. He had been so busy glaring at the driver who hadn't said a single word to him that he hadn't thought about himself listening to music too.
It's been what, an hour? And they were still not moving. Minho was being strangely patient that evening; if it were another night, he would have gotten away from that car 10 minutes ago. His physical condition wasn't the only reason he still hadn't tried to get out and walk. He was scared that the moment he was left alone, someone would attack him again. Minho was rather good at fighting and he didn't mind getting beaten if the contenders played quite fairly (not that those people had beaten him up fairly, considering the bat and their number), but this time he wasn't sure if 'playing rather fairly' was still in their plan.
Minho knew that since one of them got killed by a gun, they wouldn't think twice about getting even with him with a gun too. Also, Minho didn't know if the people who had killed that man were tying to save him or they were there just to settle another matter and Minho was just lucky to be at the right time at the right place to have their protection. As much as Minho thought of himself as unlucky, he didn't think there were people like that who cared for him. Although he had to admit, it couldn't haven been just a coincidence. Those gangsters had been followed to the place where they were beating Minho.
His thoughts immediately flowed to the man he had seen in the car right after the gangsters had ran away. There was something weird about him. He had looked at Minho as if he was studying him for a research rather than mere curiosity. Minho remembered locking eyes with him and somehow he had known the man wasn't going to hurt him. Even after the black car had disappeared from his sight, Minho still hadn't been able to forget those eyes. And the thought scared him more than everything else he had been experiencing lately.
He was still listening to music when his handphone vibrated in his hand. It was a call from Heechul. Minho didn't bother removing his earphones and touched the green button on the screen after pausing the music player. "Heechul-hyung?" he said with a smile. However, he got no reply. "Hyung? Can you hear me?" Minho tried again, and immediately looked at his phone's signal, it was full. When he got no reply again he thought Heechul must have called him without noticing so his finger moved to the red button.
Then he heard something. A noise. Minho frowned, it sounded like a choked noise. Someone was coughing and now he could hear some pantings. The noises echoed in Minho's ears through the earphones and then he finally heard a voice from a distance. "Call for him." It was a voice Minho didn't recognize, and suddenly it reached him like an arrow piercing into his shoulder. He caught a low whining, "M-Min..ho-ah.. H-help.." It was Heechul's voice.
"Heechul, what's going on? Where are-" Before he could say the whole sentence, he heard a loud bang echoing from the phone's speaker and then into his ears. Minho froze. Everything got silent, he could hear the cars outside honking like crazy, but none of those sounds reached Minho's brain; it was still filled with Heechul's voice followed by that terrible shooting sound.
"Choi Minho-ssi," finally, the voice he had heard earlier spoke again. Minho's eyes widened. It was a rather deep and slow voice. Minho could practically hear the triumphing smirk on his face. "Looks like you have just repaid us, we won't bother you any more. Have a nice life." And then he hung up.
Minho forgot to breath. His mind was spinning, the honks outside finally echoing in his head because he had shut off everything he had heard in the call. He felt something rising in his stomach and he immediately sprang open the car door and he got off kneeling on the hot asphalt and threw up amongst the hundreds of cars. He was still panting when his thoughts suddenly went to his brother: Heechul wasn't their aim; Yoogeun was.
Despite the nauseous feeling growing in him, his legs did not fully cooperate and the barks from the taxi driver who had finally noticed him drove him crazy. He ignored them and managed to get up and run, zig-zagging among the cars on the street.
He had to get back. He had to reach his house before it was too late. He could still save his brother.
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The night isn't over yet, or so Jinki thought. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his shiny black car, his head resting against the headrest. Everything around him was dark except for the car's headlamp directed towards a big black 9 number sign. He and his other driver were in one of Seoul's abandoned free parking areas and they impatiently waited for the night to be over.
Jinki wasn't nervous, he never was, but he was tired. He had been at the gambling club when it had exploded in front of his eyes and since then, Jinki had felt restless, as if witnessing the explosion, the number of innocent people dying before his eyes, was tiring. He hadn't planned for things to end up like that.
And now, he was getting fucking nervous because his dealers were late and suspicion was rising in him. What's taking them so fucking long? Right when he was telling his driver to call off the deal, a grey car appeared into the parking lot, stopping at quite a far distance from Jinki's car. So they are scared, Jinki thought, before getting out of the car and waiting for the others to do the same. He slowly looked around the parking lot with his eyes, more out of boredom than suspicion. He always had to check without making people notice, or so his father taught him. Jinki smirked, I'm never gonna fall for old tricks like those, dad.
Finally, the three men in the grey car stepped out. One of them opened the passenger's seat facing Jinki and he could see a kid figure sleeping on the seat. Jinki frowned. Is this a kid's play? See but not touch? He gave his driver the signal to hand him the two suitcases and then he walked towards the grey sedan, alone. His steps were never insecure, and in a few seconds he was already facing the three men, who looked very surprised. "So, here is the deal. I'm staying here right in front of you till you take the kid in my car. Only then, I'll let the suitcases down." The man in the middle swallowed heavily and he gestured with his head to the man on his right to do what Jinki had said.
It was taking too fucking long and Jinki was seriously bored. He couldn't see the man carrying the kid but judging from the sound of his steps, he was going too crazily slow. Seriously, are these people gangsters? Jinki couldn't help but make a face, which caught the attention of the man in front of him. Of course, he hasn't taken his eyes off me for half a second. "Since this is taking longer than I expected, how about we talk?" Jinki suggested, a relaxed tone in his voice.
The man must have been taken by surprise, of course, but he regained his previous expression quite well. "How about you tell me who do you work for?" the man asked bravely, and Jinki had to admit that he had the guts. He hadn't told their boss who he worked for because it didn't seem relevant to him. Besides, his father had ordered him to not tell anyone so who was Jinki to disobey?
"Oh well, let's just say I work for myself." Which wasn't entirely a lie. "You know, people hire me and I dirty my hands for them." Okay now, that was a lie. But the man looked quite satisfied by the reply.
"Why would you waste two billion won just for a trash like Choi Minho?" the man asked, disgusted. Jinki couldn't really blame him. Even he was disgusted only by thinking about it.
He heard the car door closing and he knew the kid was now safe. "Well now, that's a good question. So I'll make this simple. I wouldn't waste a single cent for a trash like Choi Minho. That's why, dude, there ain't no money for you tonight." The man in front of him frowned but he didn't have the time to reply. As soon as Jinki finished his sentence, he dropped the suitcases and himself on the floor hiding his face, letting his men do their job. An impressive amount of machine-gun fires echoed from all around the parking space.
The only reason why Jinki had looked around earlier was to check if they were ready to shoot as soon as he touched the floor. Such great men he had.
When the fires finally stopped, everything was silent except for a choked sound. Jinki's head shot up, stood and he grabbed his gun from his now crimpled jacket and smirked at the man who was lying on the grey car, covered in blood but still alive. "Now, if I cared even a bit for you and your fictitious gang, I'd let you die suffering," Jinki said, shrugging, a fake dumb expression on his face. "But since you were kind enough to talk to me..." Jinki drew his gun to the front of the scared man's face and he pulled off the trigger. "Thank you." But the man was already dead, sliding down the now blood stained grey car.
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Jinki... oh Jinki is so scary :/ he's so cool to me though :P
I'm really really sorry for posting this fic sooo slowly I'm trying to keep you guys updated by posting the unbeta-ed chapters on AFF so if you want to read Sin S(e)oul until chapter 6 you can go there :)
word count: 3008w
pairing: Onho, Jongkey
genre: crime, drama, action, romance
overall rating: NC-17
warning: Presence of violence, (consensual and not) sex, prostitution, gambling and mafia activities in general
summary: What happens when you become part of a powerful organization that could make you feel alive as much as dead? And what if your beloved's soul (and body) was sold to someone even more terrible than the devil itself?
author's notes:
the whole fic is being beta-ed by littlemelonblue, the first and the greatest beta I could ever meet!
also, this story is entirely dedicated to and written for argh
Prologue ▪ 01 ▪ 02 ▪ 03 ▪ 04 ▪ 05
Chapter 4
Center of Seoul, Friday night. A white taxi was stuck in an enormous traffic gridlock that had spread throughout all the possible streets of the center along with with hundreds of other cars. The radio in the white taxi spoke about an accident that was very hard to deal with, and so was becoming the man sitting in the passenger's seat of the taxi. Choi Minho was definitely losing all his patience.
"How can there possibly be an accident in Seoul that is difficult to deal with?!" he grumbled, speaking more to himself rather than to the taxi driver. The latter seemed to not hear him though; he was wearing earplugs at an impossibly high volume and Minho was still cursing at himself for getting into that car in the first place.
He couldn't stop looking at the cars around him which showed drivers who had the same expression as he had: a very annoyed one mixed with murdering promises. Minho was a rather impatient person and that was why he never drove in the city; he always walked.
He was planning to walk that night too but then he seriously thought about it: it was an hour-long walk and as much as Minho already felt better after the beating, he knew he was still a little weak to endure such a long walk. That is, if he ever managed to get to the club. He hadn't wanted to take his car for practical reasons and he ended up calling a taxi which, at that time, seemed like the best way to get to the club. Oh how he was wrong.
Minho tapped his fingers loudly against the car door as a way to ease his stress but it wasn't working. Suddenly, his phone bip-ed. It was Jonghyun's reply. 'Since u care so much for me, I'll let u work all night~' Minho smiled at his phone. Jonghyun had told him to not go to the club that night, and that he could manage a Friday night all by himself but Minho, as always, hadn't listened to him and had decided to go anyway.
It had been 30 minutes since Jonghyun's message and the car had moved for about 2 metres (maybe less) and Minho had almost lost all his hopes. But even if he wanted to go back, he couldn't, because they were in the middle of the traffic with no way out. Suddenly, he wondered if the driver was charging him with a time fare. Minho seriously hoped not.
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Jessica's soft skin under his hands was making Jonghyun forget all about his problems. She was a great performer: she was responsive, dynamic and beautiful. For a moment, Jonghyun thought she could make one of the greatest club strippers rather than an average bartender. He was already lost in her pleasured noises; making him fuck her harder and harder as those noises increased. The room felt very, very hot and so was Jessica's neck where he had his head buried. Her scent was paradisiacal.
He was pumping harder inside Jessica and he was ready to come when a low thud resounded in his ear causing his attention to shift. He looked up at the door and froze. A nauseous feeling rose inside him when he spotted the unmoving lean figure of Kibum standing at the door, his eyes locked at the scene in front of him. He looked like he was lost in some kind of black hole, his expression was dark and empty and his face was painted with tears.
Jonghyun shut his eyes and cursed loudly; now definitely stopping his activity with the blond bartender who narrowed her eyes and asked him why the hell he had stopped. Jonghyun re-opened his eyes and looked at the younger man. "Kibum-ah.." he called for him and at the mention of his name, Kibum regained his senses. Their eyes locked. Kibum's crying face was soon replaced by an expression of disgust and anger and before Jonghyun could even call out for him again, he rushed out of the door, springing it open.
Jessica seemed to have noticed Kibum's presence too because she said, "Well, seems like your boyfriend is angry." She laughed annoyingly, her perfectly manicured hand stopping Jonghyun from putting his pants back on. "Why don't we just finish what we were doing before we were interrupted by that kid?" She started stroking Jonghyun's now flaccid length but the man slapped her hand away and slid his pants up, buttoning them. He took his shirt and rushed towards the door. He knew that there was no possibility Kibum would forgive him but he had to try to apologize for being the stupid asshole that he was. Jonghyun cursed again, Kibum deserved so much better than him.
He was rushing down the stairs when he noticed a white smoke coming from the lower floor. He started choking and crying at the irritating smoke and when he reached the main floor, all he could see were people running and screaming. Many of them were on the ground, probably fainted due to the smoke. Jonghyun used his shirt to cover his mouth and nose and started looking around for Kibum, screaming his name. Suddenly shooting noises could be heard and Jonghyun automatically threw himself on the floor, hiding behind an armchair. He didn't have his gun with him.
He was still struggling with the white smoke, that was making it hard for him to see what was happening and to find out the source that had caused all the mess, when he heard Kibum's voice yelling, "Let me go! Let me fucking go, you fucking bastards!"
Jonghyun rushed towards Kibum's voice and found himself at the front door. Someone had taken Kibum outside. He tried to open it but it had been locked. What the hell. Their front entrance had glasses so he managed to break it and he finally reached outside. "KIBUM! KIBUM!" People were all around him, screaming, choking and running. Jonghyun looked around, a feeling mixed with worry and desperation pounding straight to his heart. Kibum, please let me know where you are...just scream, yell, do something!.... But his prayers were apparently unheard because as the minutes passed, the street was crowded with more people, and the possibility of finding Kibum was now less than zero. Jonghyun was sure they had already taken him away.
He couldn't even concentrate on what was happening inside his club that he was surprised when he turned and saw Kyuhyun rushing towards him, throwing himself on Jonghyun, making them both fall on the floor.
Before Jonghyun could ask his friend what the hell was going on, an insanely loud boom filled Jonghyun's ears: the whole building exploded in front of his eyes. Jonghyun felt himself being hit by something; his eyes blurred, and his mind fogged. He closed his eyes and his head touched the floor. Behind his closed lids, Kibum appeared. His face was painted with the hurt expression Jonghyun had witnessed a few minutes ago, the only expression Jonghyun had never wanted to see on his beloved's face. Kibum's expression didn't leave him, even when all the senses abandoned Jonghyun.
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Minho finally found a solution to his boredom: he had taken out his earphones out of his pocket and plugged it into his phone. Listening to music was apparently the only thing he could do when stuck in traffic in a damn taxi. He had been so busy glaring at the driver who hadn't said a single word to him that he hadn't thought about himself listening to music too.
It's been what, an hour? And they were still not moving. Minho was being strangely patient that evening; if it were another night, he would have gotten away from that car 10 minutes ago. His physical condition wasn't the only reason he still hadn't tried to get out and walk. He was scared that the moment he was left alone, someone would attack him again. Minho was rather good at fighting and he didn't mind getting beaten if the contenders played quite fairly (not that those people had beaten him up fairly, considering the bat and their number), but this time he wasn't sure if 'playing rather fairly' was still in their plan.
Minho knew that since one of them got killed by a gun, they wouldn't think twice about getting even with him with a gun too. Also, Minho didn't know if the people who had killed that man were tying to save him or they were there just to settle another matter and Minho was just lucky to be at the right time at the right place to have their protection. As much as Minho thought of himself as unlucky, he didn't think there were people like that who cared for him. Although he had to admit, it couldn't haven been just a coincidence. Those gangsters had been followed to the place where they were beating Minho.
His thoughts immediately flowed to the man he had seen in the car right after the gangsters had ran away. There was something weird about him. He had looked at Minho as if he was studying him for a research rather than mere curiosity. Minho remembered locking eyes with him and somehow he had known the man wasn't going to hurt him. Even after the black car had disappeared from his sight, Minho still hadn't been able to forget those eyes. And the thought scared him more than everything else he had been experiencing lately.
He was still listening to music when his handphone vibrated in his hand. It was a call from Heechul. Minho didn't bother removing his earphones and touched the green button on the screen after pausing the music player. "Heechul-hyung?" he said with a smile. However, he got no reply. "Hyung? Can you hear me?" Minho tried again, and immediately looked at his phone's signal, it was full. When he got no reply again he thought Heechul must have called him without noticing so his finger moved to the red button.
Then he heard something. A noise. Minho frowned, it sounded like a choked noise. Someone was coughing and now he could hear some pantings. The noises echoed in Minho's ears through the earphones and then he finally heard a voice from a distance. "Call for him." It was a voice Minho didn't recognize, and suddenly it reached him like an arrow piercing into his shoulder. He caught a low whining, "M-Min..ho-ah.. H-help.." It was Heechul's voice.
"Heechul, what's going on? Where are-" Before he could say the whole sentence, he heard a loud bang echoing from the phone's speaker and then into his ears. Minho froze. Everything got silent, he could hear the cars outside honking like crazy, but none of those sounds reached Minho's brain; it was still filled with Heechul's voice followed by that terrible shooting sound.
"Choi Minho-ssi," finally, the voice he had heard earlier spoke again. Minho's eyes widened. It was a rather deep and slow voice. Minho could practically hear the triumphing smirk on his face. "Looks like you have just repaid us, we won't bother you any more. Have a nice life." And then he hung up.
Minho forgot to breath. His mind was spinning, the honks outside finally echoing in his head because he had shut off everything he had heard in the call. He felt something rising in his stomach and he immediately sprang open the car door and he got off kneeling on the hot asphalt and threw up amongst the hundreds of cars. He was still panting when his thoughts suddenly went to his brother: Heechul wasn't their aim; Yoogeun was.
Despite the nauseous feeling growing in him, his legs did not fully cooperate and the barks from the taxi driver who had finally noticed him drove him crazy. He ignored them and managed to get up and run, zig-zagging among the cars on the street.
He had to get back. He had to reach his house before it was too late. He could still save his brother.
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The night isn't over yet, or so Jinki thought. He was sitting in the passenger seat of his shiny black car, his head resting against the headrest. Everything around him was dark except for the car's headlamp directed towards a big black 9 number sign. He and his other driver were in one of Seoul's abandoned free parking areas and they impatiently waited for the night to be over.
Jinki wasn't nervous, he never was, but he was tired. He had been at the gambling club when it had exploded in front of his eyes and since then, Jinki had felt restless, as if witnessing the explosion, the number of innocent people dying before his eyes, was tiring. He hadn't planned for things to end up like that.
And now, he was getting fucking nervous because his dealers were late and suspicion was rising in him. What's taking them so fucking long? Right when he was telling his driver to call off the deal, a grey car appeared into the parking lot, stopping at quite a far distance from Jinki's car. So they are scared, Jinki thought, before getting out of the car and waiting for the others to do the same. He slowly looked around the parking lot with his eyes, more out of boredom than suspicion. He always had to check without making people notice, or so his father taught him. Jinki smirked, I'm never gonna fall for old tricks like those, dad.
Finally, the three men in the grey car stepped out. One of them opened the passenger's seat facing Jinki and he could see a kid figure sleeping on the seat. Jinki frowned. Is this a kid's play? See but not touch? He gave his driver the signal to hand him the two suitcases and then he walked towards the grey sedan, alone. His steps were never insecure, and in a few seconds he was already facing the three men, who looked very surprised. "So, here is the deal. I'm staying here right in front of you till you take the kid in my car. Only then, I'll let the suitcases down." The man in the middle swallowed heavily and he gestured with his head to the man on his right to do what Jinki had said.
It was taking too fucking long and Jinki was seriously bored. He couldn't see the man carrying the kid but judging from the sound of his steps, he was going too crazily slow. Seriously, are these people gangsters? Jinki couldn't help but make a face, which caught the attention of the man in front of him. Of course, he hasn't taken his eyes off me for half a second. "Since this is taking longer than I expected, how about we talk?" Jinki suggested, a relaxed tone in his voice.
The man must have been taken by surprise, of course, but he regained his previous expression quite well. "How about you tell me who do you work for?" the man asked bravely, and Jinki had to admit that he had the guts. He hadn't told their boss who he worked for because it didn't seem relevant to him. Besides, his father had ordered him to not tell anyone so who was Jinki to disobey?
"Oh well, let's just say I work for myself." Which wasn't entirely a lie. "You know, people hire me and I dirty my hands for them." Okay now, that was a lie. But the man looked quite satisfied by the reply.
"Why would you waste two billion won just for a trash like Choi Minho?" the man asked, disgusted. Jinki couldn't really blame him. Even he was disgusted only by thinking about it.
He heard the car door closing and he knew the kid was now safe. "Well now, that's a good question. So I'll make this simple. I wouldn't waste a single cent for a trash like Choi Minho. That's why, dude, there ain't no money for you tonight." The man in front of him frowned but he didn't have the time to reply. As soon as Jinki finished his sentence, he dropped the suitcases and himself on the floor hiding his face, letting his men do their job. An impressive amount of machine-gun fires echoed from all around the parking space.
The only reason why Jinki had looked around earlier was to check if they were ready to shoot as soon as he touched the floor. Such great men he had.
When the fires finally stopped, everything was silent except for a choked sound. Jinki's head shot up, stood and he grabbed his gun from his now crimpled jacket and smirked at the man who was lying on the grey car, covered in blood but still alive. "Now, if I cared even a bit for you and your fictitious gang, I'd let you die suffering," Jinki said, shrugging, a fake dumb expression on his face. "But since you were kind enough to talk to me..." Jinki drew his gun to the front of the scared man's face and he pulled off the trigger. "Thank you." But the man was already dead, sliding down the now blood stained grey car.
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Jinki... oh Jinki is so scary :/ he's so cool to me though :P
I'm really really sorry for posting this fic sooo slowly I'm trying to keep you guys updated by posting the unbeta-ed chapters on AFF so if you want to read Sin S(e)oul until chapter 6 you can go there :)