Sins of the Father (1/10)
Title: Sins of the Father (1/10)
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Summary: The lives of these six young men would now forever be changed. They will become what they once feared and hated. They will become violent, dangerous, aggressive, and one will even become a murderer. They will become feared, hated, strong, and powerful. Some will grow to hate themselves and some will become dead and numb inside. Some will lose hope and some will never dare to dream.
Author's Notes: The point that I hope to convey throughout this story is that true friendship (a bond of love and trust and faith) is so strong that it can withstand anything. That the bond of true friendship (even when you are pulled away from and forced to leave the ones you love) will always remain, even when you feel that all is lost, that bond still remains deep within you.
HERE is the link to the poster snb123 put together for this story. This is so you can see how I saw them.
Here is the song that not only inspired this chapter, but a lot of this story.
Chapter 1
“Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into. Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything? And everybody believed in you.” (Taylor Swift “Innocent”)
“What did you bring for lunch today Junnie?” A wide-eyed Hyunseung asked his best friend. A mischievous smirk formed on the innocent face of Junhyung.
“Fish gut and frog eye soup with fried worms!” Junhyung announced gleefully.
Hyunseung scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Ewww.” Junhyung grinned.
“Nah-uh. It’s really good!”
Hyunseung looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! You wanna try some?” Junhyung took the lid off of the container holding his soup. Hyunseung gaped as he peered into the container.
“That’s kimchi and vegetables! Not fish guts, frog eyes, and fried worms!”
The young Junhyung laughed as hard as he could. “You should have seen your face Seungie!” He pointed at Hyunseung as he laughed more.
Hyunseung didn’t think it was very funny. He didn’t like being tricked. Tricks were something bullies did to hurt people’s feelings.
Hyunseung’s eyes began to fill with tears. He bit his bottom lip to stop it from trembling, dropped his head, and turned his back on Junhyung.
Junhyung noticed this and stopped laughing immediately. He put his hand on Hyunseung’s shoulder. “What’s wrong Seungie?”
“That wasn’t very nice Junhyung.” Hyunseung sniffed, a few tears falling from his eyes.
Junhyung felt bad. He didn’t like hurting his best friend. He turned Hyunseung around. “I’m really sorry Seungie! I didn’t mean to make you sad! Please don’t be mad at me!”Junhyung’s own eyes began to fill with tears.
Hyunseung swatted at his own tears. “I’m not mad Junnie. I just don’t like being tricked.” Junhyung smiled at hearing that Hyunseung wasn’t mad at him. “I won’t play tricks on you anymore Seungie!” He pulled Hyunseung into a hug.
“You promise Junnie?”
“I promise.”
Hyunseung’s eyes shot open as a loud bang was heard outside in the hallway. A moment later there was a loud obnoxious knock on his bedroom door. He groaned and climbed out of bed.
He opened his door to a disgruntled looking Kikwang who was rubbing his knee. Hyunseung quirked an eyebrow.
“I tripped.” Kikwang smiled sheepishly while shrugging. Hyunseung rolled his eyes, turned around, and headed for his bathroom.
Kikwang walked in and closed the door. He walked over to the only window in the room and flung open the curtains.
“You have the best view of the city at night.” Hyunseung ignored the comment, even though he knew it was true.
“And why the hell aren’t you dressed yet Seung? Doojoon will be pissed if we’re late for the “special meeting”.”
Hyunseung groaned. Meetings were what they called the times they went and informed whichever rich fucks’ secret Doojoon had gotten wind of that if they didn’t pay up, their secret would be the top story of the nights news. Special Meetings were when the secrets were particularly large and in almost all cases disturbing.
Hyunseung hated Special Meetings. He hated listening to all the vividly disgusting details that Doojoon, and sometimes Kikwang and himself, would force out of the person. He hated listening to grown men, and on occasion women, whine and beg and plead that there had to be some other way. He especially hated when they would deny what they were being accused of.
Hyunseung sighed. “He’ll get over it.”
~*~
“You’re fucking late!” Doojoon snapped as Hyunseung and Kikwang walked up to him in the darkening alley.
Kikwang smirked. “Told you.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes.
“The jerk is still here so calm down.”
Doojoon glared at Hyunseung. “Fuck you, you little prick.”
Hyunseung smirked. Doojoon had three weaknesses and Hyunseung and Kikwang were one of them. Doojoon could never truly get mad at either of them and they both knew that.
“So who is it this time?” Kikwang interrupted. He was anxious to get this over with; he had other things to tend to.
“Judge Henry Lee, the one who came from the states about a year ago.”
“His secret?” Hyunseung was sure he really didn’t want to know.
“Prostitution.”
Hyunseung was afraid to ask. “Of who?”
Doojoon’s voice hardened. “10 year old boys.”
Hyunseung closed his eyes. He could hear Kikwang inhale sharply.
“Sick bastards.”
“His penthouse is on the 23rd floor of the building across the street.” Doojoon looked at his two best friends, the two people he trusted most in the world. He knew they hated this. He hated this. But it had to be done. “Let’s go.”
~*~
“How dare you barge into my home and throw such accusations, such lies at me!”
Hyunseung rolled his eyes. The three of them had Lee cornered at his desk, Hyunseung and Kikwang were standing on either side of him while Doojoon stood on the other side of the desk. The man was attempting to sit calmly in his leather chair, but it was obvious by the high pitch of his voice and the sweat on his brow that he was anything but calm.
“I assure you, Mr. Lee, that these accusations are anything but lies.” Doojoon’s voice was calm, collected. “We have proof.”
Lee looked visibly startled by that last statement. “P-proof? What proof?”
Doojoon put both of his hands on the desk and leaned in close to Lee. “Enough to successfully end your career and your life.”
“W-what do you want?” Lee squirmed in his chair.
Doojoon smirked. “You know what we want.”
Lee looked around at the three of them, a small eerie smile forming on his lips. “Ah. I see.” He turned towards Hyunseung. “So, what’s your type? Skinny? Girl like? A little chun…”
The rest of his words were cut off as Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Lee’s nose.
“You sick fuck!” Hyunseung went to hit Lee again, but Doojoon’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“Seung. We need him coherent for a few more minutes.”
“Mother fucker.” Hyunseung grumbled before walking to where Doojoon had been standing.
Doojoon looked at Lee. He was holding his nose, blood seeping through his fingers. He deserved so much more pain and he would get it.
“Only a sick, twisted, spineless fuck would want what you do. You’re a sadistic freak who deserves to rot in hell and that’s what your life is going to become if you don’t listen carefully and do exactly as we say.” Doojoon’s voice was deadly, his threat very real.
“Kwang, roll him around to the front of the desk.” Kikwang did as he was told. Hyunseung ripped the cords from the computer and tied Lee’s hands to the chair. Lee was whimpering.
“Here’s what is going to happen,” Doojoon began. “ Every two weeks, one of us is going to contact you. We will never tell you where or what time, we will just show up and when we do you will give us a certain amount of money, which we will determine the sum of here in a few moments. Now here’s the part you really need to listen to.” Doojoon’s face was mere inches from Lee’s. “You will never sell out another child again.” Doojoon grabbed hold of Lee’s neck and squeezed. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes.” Lee gasped out. Doojoon let him go and stood back. Kikwang pulled out a tape recorder and set it on the desk.
“Good. Now,” Doojoon, Hyunseung, and Kikwang all rolled up their sleeves. “You’re going to tell us every detail about your ‘business’.” Lee began to cry.
“Crying and begging will get you no where with us.” Hyunseung sneered. “Start.”
“I have 10 boys and 15 regulars. In the top drawer of my desk is a book that has all the information about the regulars. The boys are kept in the basement of house on the east side of the city. I…” His words were cut off once again, but this time it was Kikwang who punched him in the stomach.
Kikwang looked at the other two. “A fucking basement.”
“Continue.” Doojoon growled.
“I h-have f-five men staying at the house. The address is also in the book. The boys are either orphans or runaways.” Lee let out a sob.
Hyunseung wanted to wring Lee’s neck. “What are the prices?”
“P-prices?”
“How much do the regulars pay?!” Hyunseung was losing his patience.
Lee let out another sob. “They pay in US dollars. $500 for one hour and $100,000 for one day. I have boys out every night and at least 5 times a week certain boys are gone for a whole day.”
“Do the regulars use them for sex only?” Doojoon’s jaw was clenched.
Another sob. “I don’t ask, they don’t tell. Occasionally a boy will come back injured. If that happens he’s kept in the basement until he’s better and then he…” His words were cut off again, this time by Doojoon’s fist hitting his jaw. Kikwang turned the tape recorder off.
“You fucking bastard.” Doojoon grabbed Lee’s neck again, this time squeezing harder. “Every two weeks you will give us 100 million won. You will stay away from children from this moment forward.” Doojoon’s grip tightened. Lee squirmed in his seat, his face turning bright red. “If you ever go against what we have told you, we will hunt you down and kill you ourselves.” Doojoon released Lee and stepped back with the other two.
“This is our city Mr. Lee. We control it. We know everything. We see everything. We control everyone. So believe me when I say that we will know if you do anything you’re not supposed to. And we will destroy you.”
The three of them hovered over a cowering crying Lee. Kikwang smirked.
“Welcome to your nightmare.”
Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Lee’s face. It would be the first of many.
~*~
Doojoon, Hyunseung, and Kikwang walked out of the apartment building and into a waiting car.
“I fucking hate trying to get blood out of my clothes.” Kikwang rubbed furiously at one of several spots on his once clean white shirt.
“You’re making it worse.” Hyunseung pointed out. “You shouldn’t have worn white anyway.” Kikwang flipped Hyunseung off.
“Kikwang, tell the driver the address. Hyunseung, call Taecyeon and Chansung and tell them where to meet us. We’re going to need the extra help to get those boys out of there.” Doojoon then sighed. “I’ll call Jiyoon and have her leave a message at the hotel.” He looked at the list of names in his hand. “There’s a few names on here that are on Junhyung’s side.”
Hyunseung sighed; it was going to be a long night.
~*~Yoseob watched as Junhyung read the note Hyuna had just given him. The stationary the note was written on meant that it had come from the Hotel, which meant that Doojoon had found something out about someone on Junhyung’s side of the city.
It was reasons like this that the Hotel, simply named Hotel, was built. It was used to get messages to either side without having to risk the life of one of your men by sending them into the others territory. The hotel was the only neutral place in all of Seoul. It was used for other things besides messages, but Yoseob would keep that information to himself.
After reading the letter Junhyung slammed it down onto his desk. “Mother fuckers.” He took out three sheets of paper and wrote a name and address on each one. He then handed one to Joon, one to Dongwoon, and kept one himself.
“Joon you take Mir, Dongwoon you take Hyuna, and Yoseob you’re with me.” He looked at everyone; they all nodded their heads in agreement.
“You tell them that we know all about their nightly visits with 10 year old boys and Mr. Lee.” He paused and watched as their faces showed their understanding and their disgust. “Every two weeks they are to pay 55 million won. Same threats apply and leave them with a good warning. And, if there is a boy there, you make sure that he’s safe and out of the room before you get down to business.”
Joon, Mir, Dongwoon, and Hyuna all left. Yoseob watched as Junhyung closed his eyes and massaged his temples, mentally preparing himself for what they were going to do.
“What’s the full story?”
Junhyung opened his eyes and stood up. “I’ll tell you in the car. Let’s go.”
~*~
Yoseob shook his head and followed Junhyung out the door. He hated nights like this.
Yoseob cringed as Junhyung’s fist made contact with a certain Mr. Kim’s jaw for the third time. Kim spit a large amount of blood out of his mouth onto the floor right by Yoseob’s foot.
“Watch it.” Yoseob warned.
Kim attempted to glare at Yoseob, but both his eyes were swollen. “Fuck you.” It was gurgled more than said. But it didn’t really matter because Junhyung hit him in the face again.
Kim’s head lulled back as he let out a gurgled laugh. He was hit again. This time Kim spit the blood into Junhyung’s face.
Yoseob closed his eyes as Junhyung hit Kim again. Yoseob really hated this shit.
~*~
“Feel better?” Yoseob asked as Junhyung ripped off his blood soaked shirt and threw it into the garbage.
“Don’t fucking start with me Seob.” Junhyung went to the sink and began washing off his hands and face. “And no I don’t.” He looked at Yoseob. “You know I never do.”
Yoseob rolled his eyes. “Then why hell do you go to such extreme measures?”
“Extreme?”
“We had to call 119! We’ve never had to do that! You almost fucking killed him!”
Junhyung rounded on Yoseob. “He deserves to die!”
“But not by you! Do you really want to become a murderer?!”
Junhyung glared but didn’t respond.
“Of course you don’t. But that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t get yourself under control.”
“I don’t need to hear this shit anymore.” Junhyung began heading to the stairs.
“Yes you do! You need to find something to help you get yourself under control Junhyung!”
“Fuck you Yoseob!” Junhyung was halfway up the stairs, Yoseob right behind him.
“You need to work out what’s going on in your head before it’s too late!”
Junhyung stopped at the top of the stairs. He looked over his shoulder at Yoseob. “This conversation is over. For good.” Junhyung walked to the end of the hall into his room and slammed the door shut.
“Fuck!” Yoseob pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. He then ran down the stairs and stormed out of the house.
~*~
Hyunseung rubbed the back of his sore neck as he walked into the Hotel. He winced as he rubbed a particularly sore spot; getting hit in the lower part of your neck was never pleasant.
“Good evening Sir.”
Hyunseung gave a tired smile. “Good evening Taemin.”
Taemin was 18. He was chosen to be the night clerk partially because he was still young and naive but mostly because he was very good at keeping secrets. Hyunseung wasn’t sure if Taemin kept the secrets because he was afraid of the consequences if he told or if it was because Taemin himself wanted to be a part of Doojoon’s group once he was deemed old enough. Hyunseung figured it was little bit of both.
Taemin eyed his Hyung. “You look like hell Sir.”
Hyunseung chuckled. “That’s because I just came from there.” Taemin mouthed an “o” in understanding.
“So how is your mother Taemin?” Hyunseung always made sure to ask Taemin this question. Hyunseung liked to imagine that if his own mother were still alive he would talk as excitedly about her as Taemin did about his mother.
Taemin grinned. “I swear she’s as big as a blimp. Every time she turns around she knocks something over.” Taemin let out a laugh.
“When is she due?”
“Next week! I admit I’m excited to have another younger brother.”
Hyunseung grinned. “I’m sure you are.” He ruffled Taemin’s head. “Make sure you help your mom out. And don’t tease her too much.” He began to head towards the stairs.
“Have a good rest of the night Sir.”
“You too Taemin.” Hyunseung walked up the flight of stairs on the right side of the foyer and walked to the room at the very end of the hallway. He pulled a key out of his back pocket, unlocked the door and walked in.
He walked around a corner and smiled as he saw a man with dark hair curled up in a ball on the bed. Hyunseung sat next to the sleeping figure and gently began to wake him.
“Yoseob.” He said quietly as he gently shook Yoseob’s arm. “Yoseob wake up.”
Yoseob smiled as his eyes fluttered open. Once his vision was adjusted his smile dropped. He sat up and placed a hand on Hyunseung’s bruised cheek.
“What happened?”
“A long fucking night is what happened.” Hyunseung stood up and walked over to the table in the room. He unbuttoned his shirt and set it on the back of one of the chairs. He kicked his shoes off and walked into the bathroom to use it. He then turned the faucet on to wash his hands, wincing as the hot water burned his cut knuckles. “Did Junhyung get the message?”
Yoseob lay back down on the bed. “Unfortunately.”
Hyunseung walked out of the bathroom, making sure to turn off the light, and walked over to the other side of the bed. “What does that mean?” He climbed underneath the covers, facing Yoseob. “Seob?”
“He almost killed someone tonight Seung.”
“What?”
Yoseob rolled over onto his side so he could face Hyunseung. “We had to call 119 to come get the guy or else he would have died right there. You should have seen him Hyunseung. His eyes were…empty.”
Hyunseung bit his lip. “He’s getting worse.”
“Yeah. And he won’t listen to anyone. Not even me.” Yoseob’s voice was filled with despair. “I’m afraid for him Seung.”
Hyunseung grabbed Yoseob’s hand. “I know Seob.”
It was quiet for minute, both of them thinking about Junhyung. Yoseob broke the silence first.
“Hyunseung I…I think its time.”
Hyunseung closed his eyes. “I know. I just…”
Yoseob inched closer to Hyunseung. “I know you’re afraid Seung, but you’re the only one who can do it. You were the only one who could get through to him when we were younger.”
“But that was when we were younger. Things are different now.”
“Yes things are different, but Junhyung isn’t. I know, that deep down, Junhyung is ready for a change. He doesn’t want to be who he’s become.”
Hyunseung was quiet for several minutes, his mind racing. He felt Yoseob snuggle into his chest.
“Please Seung. Maybe this is the moment you and I have been waiting for. Maybe this is the first step to fixing our broken worlds.”
“Okay Seob.” Hyunseung wrapped his arms around Yoseob. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is the first step. Give me a few days to think of how to go about it.” Hyunseung felt Yoseob smile into his chest.
The two of them lay like that for several hours. Yoseob thinking about the fact that the dream he and Hyunseung had been holding onto for all these years could maybe, just maybe, come true. And Hyunseung thinking about the fact that soon he would be coming face to face with Junhyung, the man he hadn’t seen for five years. The man he loves.
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Summary: The lives of these six young men would now forever be changed. They will become what they once feared and hated. They will become violent, dangerous, aggressive, and one will even become a murderer. They will become feared, hated, strong, and powerful. Some will grow to hate themselves and some will become dead and numb inside. Some will lose hope and some will never dare to dream.
Author's Notes: The point that I hope to convey throughout this story is that true friendship (a bond of love and trust and faith) is so strong that it can withstand anything. That the bond of true friendship (even when you are pulled away from and forced to leave the ones you love) will always remain, even when you feel that all is lost, that bond still remains deep within you.
HERE is the link to the poster snb123 put together for this story. This is so you can see how I saw them.
Here is the song that not only inspired this chapter, but a lot of this story.
Click to viewChapter 1
“Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into. Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything? And everybody believed in you.” (Taylor Swift “Innocent”)
“What did you bring for lunch today Junnie?” A wide-eyed Hyunseung asked his best friend. A mischievous smirk formed on the innocent face of Junhyung.
“Fish gut and frog eye soup with fried worms!” Junhyung announced gleefully.
Hyunseung scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Ewww.” Junhyung grinned.
“Nah-uh. It’s really good!”
Hyunseung looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! You wanna try some?” Junhyung took the lid off of the container holding his soup. Hyunseung gaped as he peered into the container.
“That’s kimchi and vegetables! Not fish guts, frog eyes, and fried worms!”
The young Junhyung laughed as hard as he could. “You should have seen your face Seungie!” He pointed at Hyunseung as he laughed more.
Hyunseung didn’t think it was very funny. He didn’t like being tricked. Tricks were something bullies did to hurt people’s feelings.
Hyunseung’s eyes began to fill with tears. He bit his bottom lip to stop it from trembling, dropped his head, and turned his back on Junhyung.
Junhyung noticed this and stopped laughing immediately. He put his hand on Hyunseung’s shoulder. “What’s wrong Seungie?”
“That wasn’t very nice Junhyung.” Hyunseung sniffed, a few tears falling from his eyes.
Junhyung felt bad. He didn’t like hurting his best friend. He turned Hyunseung around. “I’m really sorry Seungie! I didn’t mean to make you sad! Please don’t be mad at me!”Junhyung’s own eyes began to fill with tears.
Hyunseung swatted at his own tears. “I’m not mad Junnie. I just don’t like being tricked.” Junhyung smiled at hearing that Hyunseung wasn’t mad at him. “I won’t play tricks on you anymore Seungie!” He pulled Hyunseung into a hug.
“You promise Junnie?”
“I promise.”
Hyunseung’s eyes shot open as a loud bang was heard outside in the hallway. A moment later there was a loud obnoxious knock on his bedroom door. He groaned and climbed out of bed.
He opened his door to a disgruntled looking Kikwang who was rubbing his knee. Hyunseung quirked an eyebrow.
“I tripped.” Kikwang smiled sheepishly while shrugging. Hyunseung rolled his eyes, turned around, and headed for his bathroom.
Kikwang walked in and closed the door. He walked over to the only window in the room and flung open the curtains.
“You have the best view of the city at night.” Hyunseung ignored the comment, even though he knew it was true.
“And why the hell aren’t you dressed yet Seung? Doojoon will be pissed if we’re late for the “special meeting”.”
Hyunseung groaned. Meetings were what they called the times they went and informed whichever rich fucks’ secret Doojoon had gotten wind of that if they didn’t pay up, their secret would be the top story of the nights news. Special Meetings were when the secrets were particularly large and in almost all cases disturbing.
Hyunseung hated Special Meetings. He hated listening to all the vividly disgusting details that Doojoon, and sometimes Kikwang and himself, would force out of the person. He hated listening to grown men, and on occasion women, whine and beg and plead that there had to be some other way. He especially hated when they would deny what they were being accused of.
Hyunseung sighed. “He’ll get over it.”
~*~
“You’re fucking late!” Doojoon snapped as Hyunseung and Kikwang walked up to him in the darkening alley.
Kikwang smirked. “Told you.” Hyunseung rolled his eyes.
“The jerk is still here so calm down.”
Doojoon glared at Hyunseung. “Fuck you, you little prick.”
Hyunseung smirked. Doojoon had three weaknesses and Hyunseung and Kikwang were one of them. Doojoon could never truly get mad at either of them and they both knew that.
“So who is it this time?” Kikwang interrupted. He was anxious to get this over with; he had other things to tend to.
“Judge Henry Lee, the one who came from the states about a year ago.”
“His secret?” Hyunseung was sure he really didn’t want to know.
“Prostitution.”
Hyunseung was afraid to ask. “Of who?”
Doojoon’s voice hardened. “10 year old boys.”
Hyunseung closed his eyes. He could hear Kikwang inhale sharply.
“Sick bastards.”
“His penthouse is on the 23rd floor of the building across the street.” Doojoon looked at his two best friends, the two people he trusted most in the world. He knew they hated this. He hated this. But it had to be done. “Let’s go.”
~*~
“How dare you barge into my home and throw such accusations, such lies at me!”
Hyunseung rolled his eyes. The three of them had Lee cornered at his desk, Hyunseung and Kikwang were standing on either side of him while Doojoon stood on the other side of the desk. The man was attempting to sit calmly in his leather chair, but it was obvious by the high pitch of his voice and the sweat on his brow that he was anything but calm.
“I assure you, Mr. Lee, that these accusations are anything but lies.” Doojoon’s voice was calm, collected. “We have proof.”
Lee looked visibly startled by that last statement. “P-proof? What proof?”
Doojoon put both of his hands on the desk and leaned in close to Lee. “Enough to successfully end your career and your life.”
“W-what do you want?” Lee squirmed in his chair.
Doojoon smirked. “You know what we want.”
Lee looked around at the three of them, a small eerie smile forming on his lips. “Ah. I see.” He turned towards Hyunseung. “So, what’s your type? Skinny? Girl like? A little chun…”
The rest of his words were cut off as Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Lee’s nose.
“You sick fuck!” Hyunseung went to hit Lee again, but Doojoon’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“Seung. We need him coherent for a few more minutes.”
“Mother fucker.” Hyunseung grumbled before walking to where Doojoon had been standing.
Doojoon looked at Lee. He was holding his nose, blood seeping through his fingers. He deserved so much more pain and he would get it.
“Only a sick, twisted, spineless fuck would want what you do. You’re a sadistic freak who deserves to rot in hell and that’s what your life is going to become if you don’t listen carefully and do exactly as we say.” Doojoon’s voice was deadly, his threat very real.
“Kwang, roll him around to the front of the desk.” Kikwang did as he was told. Hyunseung ripped the cords from the computer and tied Lee’s hands to the chair. Lee was whimpering.
“Here’s what is going to happen,” Doojoon began. “ Every two weeks, one of us is going to contact you. We will never tell you where or what time, we will just show up and when we do you will give us a certain amount of money, which we will determine the sum of here in a few moments. Now here’s the part you really need to listen to.” Doojoon’s face was mere inches from Lee’s. “You will never sell out another child again.” Doojoon grabbed hold of Lee’s neck and squeezed. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes.” Lee gasped out. Doojoon let him go and stood back. Kikwang pulled out a tape recorder and set it on the desk.
“Good. Now,” Doojoon, Hyunseung, and Kikwang all rolled up their sleeves. “You’re going to tell us every detail about your ‘business’.” Lee began to cry.
“Crying and begging will get you no where with us.” Hyunseung sneered. “Start.”
“I have 10 boys and 15 regulars. In the top drawer of my desk is a book that has all the information about the regulars. The boys are kept in the basement of house on the east side of the city. I…” His words were cut off once again, but this time it was Kikwang who punched him in the stomach.
Kikwang looked at the other two. “A fucking basement.”
“Continue.” Doojoon growled.
“I h-have f-five men staying at the house. The address is also in the book. The boys are either orphans or runaways.” Lee let out a sob.
Hyunseung wanted to wring Lee’s neck. “What are the prices?”
“P-prices?”
“How much do the regulars pay?!” Hyunseung was losing his patience.
Lee let out another sob. “They pay in US dollars. $500 for one hour and $100,000 for one day. I have boys out every night and at least 5 times a week certain boys are gone for a whole day.”
“Do the regulars use them for sex only?” Doojoon’s jaw was clenched.
Another sob. “I don’t ask, they don’t tell. Occasionally a boy will come back injured. If that happens he’s kept in the basement until he’s better and then he…” His words were cut off again, this time by Doojoon’s fist hitting his jaw. Kikwang turned the tape recorder off.
“You fucking bastard.” Doojoon grabbed Lee’s neck again, this time squeezing harder. “Every two weeks you will give us 100 million won. You will stay away from children from this moment forward.” Doojoon’s grip tightened. Lee squirmed in his seat, his face turning bright red. “If you ever go against what we have told you, we will hunt you down and kill you ourselves.” Doojoon released Lee and stepped back with the other two.
“This is our city Mr. Lee. We control it. We know everything. We see everything. We control everyone. So believe me when I say that we will know if you do anything you’re not supposed to. And we will destroy you.”
The three of them hovered over a cowering crying Lee. Kikwang smirked.
“Welcome to your nightmare.”
Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Lee’s face. It would be the first of many.
~*~
Doojoon, Hyunseung, and Kikwang walked out of the apartment building and into a waiting car.
“I fucking hate trying to get blood out of my clothes.” Kikwang rubbed furiously at one of several spots on his once clean white shirt.
“You’re making it worse.” Hyunseung pointed out. “You shouldn’t have worn white anyway.” Kikwang flipped Hyunseung off.
“Kikwang, tell the driver the address. Hyunseung, call Taecyeon and Chansung and tell them where to meet us. We’re going to need the extra help to get those boys out of there.” Doojoon then sighed. “I’ll call Jiyoon and have her leave a message at the hotel.” He looked at the list of names in his hand. “There’s a few names on here that are on Junhyung’s side.”
Hyunseung sighed; it was going to be a long night.
~*~Yoseob watched as Junhyung read the note Hyuna had just given him. The stationary the note was written on meant that it had come from the Hotel, which meant that Doojoon had found something out about someone on Junhyung’s side of the city.
It was reasons like this that the Hotel, simply named Hotel, was built. It was used to get messages to either side without having to risk the life of one of your men by sending them into the others territory. The hotel was the only neutral place in all of Seoul. It was used for other things besides messages, but Yoseob would keep that information to himself.
After reading the letter Junhyung slammed it down onto his desk. “Mother fuckers.” He took out three sheets of paper and wrote a name and address on each one. He then handed one to Joon, one to Dongwoon, and kept one himself.
“Joon you take Mir, Dongwoon you take Hyuna, and Yoseob you’re with me.” He looked at everyone; they all nodded their heads in agreement.
“You tell them that we know all about their nightly visits with 10 year old boys and Mr. Lee.” He paused and watched as their faces showed their understanding and their disgust. “Every two weeks they are to pay 55 million won. Same threats apply and leave them with a good warning. And, if there is a boy there, you make sure that he’s safe and out of the room before you get down to business.”
Joon, Mir, Dongwoon, and Hyuna all left. Yoseob watched as Junhyung closed his eyes and massaged his temples, mentally preparing himself for what they were going to do.
“What’s the full story?”
Junhyung opened his eyes and stood up. “I’ll tell you in the car. Let’s go.”
~*~
Yoseob shook his head and followed Junhyung out the door. He hated nights like this.
Yoseob cringed as Junhyung’s fist made contact with a certain Mr. Kim’s jaw for the third time. Kim spit a large amount of blood out of his mouth onto the floor right by Yoseob’s foot.
“Watch it.” Yoseob warned.
Kim attempted to glare at Yoseob, but both his eyes were swollen. “Fuck you.” It was gurgled more than said. But it didn’t really matter because Junhyung hit him in the face again.
Kim’s head lulled back as he let out a gurgled laugh. He was hit again. This time Kim spit the blood into Junhyung’s face.
Yoseob closed his eyes as Junhyung hit Kim again. Yoseob really hated this shit.
~*~
“Feel better?” Yoseob asked as Junhyung ripped off his blood soaked shirt and threw it into the garbage.
“Don’t fucking start with me Seob.” Junhyung went to the sink and began washing off his hands and face. “And no I don’t.” He looked at Yoseob. “You know I never do.”
Yoseob rolled his eyes. “Then why hell do you go to such extreme measures?”
“Extreme?”
“We had to call 119! We’ve never had to do that! You almost fucking killed him!”
Junhyung rounded on Yoseob. “He deserves to die!”
“But not by you! Do you really want to become a murderer?!”
Junhyung glared but didn’t respond.
“Of course you don’t. But that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t get yourself under control.”
“I don’t need to hear this shit anymore.” Junhyung began heading to the stairs.
“Yes you do! You need to find something to help you get yourself under control Junhyung!”
“Fuck you Yoseob!” Junhyung was halfway up the stairs, Yoseob right behind him.
“You need to work out what’s going on in your head before it’s too late!”
Junhyung stopped at the top of the stairs. He looked over his shoulder at Yoseob. “This conversation is over. For good.” Junhyung walked to the end of the hall into his room and slammed the door shut.
“Fuck!” Yoseob pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. He then ran down the stairs and stormed out of the house.
~*~
Hyunseung rubbed the back of his sore neck as he walked into the Hotel. He winced as he rubbed a particularly sore spot; getting hit in the lower part of your neck was never pleasant.
“Good evening Sir.”
Hyunseung gave a tired smile. “Good evening Taemin.”
Taemin was 18. He was chosen to be the night clerk partially because he was still young and naive but mostly because he was very good at keeping secrets. Hyunseung wasn’t sure if Taemin kept the secrets because he was afraid of the consequences if he told or if it was because Taemin himself wanted to be a part of Doojoon’s group once he was deemed old enough. Hyunseung figured it was little bit of both.
Taemin eyed his Hyung. “You look like hell Sir.”
Hyunseung chuckled. “That’s because I just came from there.” Taemin mouthed an “o” in understanding.
“So how is your mother Taemin?” Hyunseung always made sure to ask Taemin this question. Hyunseung liked to imagine that if his own mother were still alive he would talk as excitedly about her as Taemin did about his mother.
Taemin grinned. “I swear she’s as big as a blimp. Every time she turns around she knocks something over.” Taemin let out a laugh.
“When is she due?”
“Next week! I admit I’m excited to have another younger brother.”
Hyunseung grinned. “I’m sure you are.” He ruffled Taemin’s head. “Make sure you help your mom out. And don’t tease her too much.” He began to head towards the stairs.
“Have a good rest of the night Sir.”
“You too Taemin.” Hyunseung walked up the flight of stairs on the right side of the foyer and walked to the room at the very end of the hallway. He pulled a key out of his back pocket, unlocked the door and walked in.
He walked around a corner and smiled as he saw a man with dark hair curled up in a ball on the bed. Hyunseung sat next to the sleeping figure and gently began to wake him.
“Yoseob.” He said quietly as he gently shook Yoseob’s arm. “Yoseob wake up.”
Yoseob smiled as his eyes fluttered open. Once his vision was adjusted his smile dropped. He sat up and placed a hand on Hyunseung’s bruised cheek.
“What happened?”
“A long fucking night is what happened.” Hyunseung stood up and walked over to the table in the room. He unbuttoned his shirt and set it on the back of one of the chairs. He kicked his shoes off and walked into the bathroom to use it. He then turned the faucet on to wash his hands, wincing as the hot water burned his cut knuckles. “Did Junhyung get the message?”
Yoseob lay back down on the bed. “Unfortunately.”
Hyunseung walked out of the bathroom, making sure to turn off the light, and walked over to the other side of the bed. “What does that mean?” He climbed underneath the covers, facing Yoseob. “Seob?”
“He almost killed someone tonight Seung.”
“What?”
Yoseob rolled over onto his side so he could face Hyunseung. “We had to call 119 to come get the guy or else he would have died right there. You should have seen him Hyunseung. His eyes were…empty.”
Hyunseung bit his lip. “He’s getting worse.”
“Yeah. And he won’t listen to anyone. Not even me.” Yoseob’s voice was filled with despair. “I’m afraid for him Seung.”
Hyunseung grabbed Yoseob’s hand. “I know Seob.”
It was quiet for minute, both of them thinking about Junhyung. Yoseob broke the silence first.
“Hyunseung I…I think its time.”
Hyunseung closed his eyes. “I know. I just…”
Yoseob inched closer to Hyunseung. “I know you’re afraid Seung, but you’re the only one who can do it. You were the only one who could get through to him when we were younger.”
“But that was when we were younger. Things are different now.”
“Yes things are different, but Junhyung isn’t. I know, that deep down, Junhyung is ready for a change. He doesn’t want to be who he’s become.”
Hyunseung was quiet for several minutes, his mind racing. He felt Yoseob snuggle into his chest.
“Please Seung. Maybe this is the moment you and I have been waiting for. Maybe this is the first step to fixing our broken worlds.”
“Okay Seob.” Hyunseung wrapped his arms around Yoseob. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is the first step. Give me a few days to think of how to go about it.” Hyunseung felt Yoseob smile into his chest.
The two of them lay like that for several hours. Yoseob thinking about the fact that the dream he and Hyunseung had been holding onto for all these years could maybe, just maybe, come true. And Hyunseung thinking about the fact that soon he would be coming face to face with Junhyung, the man he hadn’t seen for five years. The man he loves.