Sins of the Father (3/10)
Title: Sins of the Father (3/10)
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Rating: R
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.
Prologue 1/ Prologue 2/ Chapter 1/ Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Hello Junhyung.”
Hyunseung’s first reaction, when his eyes met Junhyung’s, was to look away, but that would show that he was uncomfortable and worried, not that he wasn’t, and in order for this plan to work he needed to stand his ground and be strong, even if he felt like he wasn’t. So, keeping his eyes locked with Junhyung’s, he put his hands in his front pockets, forced his lips into a smirk, and hoped to hell that this would work.
“You look…upset Junhyung.” Hyunseung quirked one of his eyebrows. “Surprised to see me?”
Junhyung clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is going on?” A million thoughts were running through his head and he was having trouble sorting them out while trying to maintain his composer.
Hyunseung watched as Junhyung’s eyes changed from shock to suspicion to anger in a matter of seconds. Their plan was working, so far, and now it was time for Yoseob to get out of there.
“Get out of here Yoseob.” His eyes never left Junhyung’s.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Move Yoseob.” Junhyung ordered, his glare still on Hyunseung.
Hyunseung scoffed. Junhyung took a step forward, his anger boiling over.
“Yoseob! Get the fuck out of here!” As soon as the words left his mouth a fist collided with his jaw, sending him backwards.
Hyunseung turned his head around just in time to see the door close behind Yoseob and to have Junhyung lunge at him. The two of them went flying into the table, the legs of it breaking and crashing beneath them. As Junhyung landed on top of Hyunseung, he prepared to throw another punch, but the man beneath him was faster. Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Junhyung’s gut, the blow hard enough to throw him off balance.
Hyunseung used this opportunity to switch their positions and as soon as he did his fist hit Junhyung in the upper cheek. He immediately swung again, this time hitting Junhyung in the jaw. As Hyunseung was about to throw a third punch, Junhyung hit him in the cheek and then immediately in the stomach. Junhyung then grabbed Hyunseung by the throat, flung him to the side, and then stood up.
Junhyung turned around to kick Hyunseung, but the latter was already standing up and lunging at him. Hyunseung collided with Junhyung’s middle and forced him onto the bed. Hyunseung landed another hit to Junhyung’s gut while he himself received a blow to his lower lip. Junhyung then kicked Hyunseung in the stomach, which sent the latter staggering backwards. And before Hyunseung could regain his composure, he was slammed against the wall, his hands locked above his head and his body pinned by Junhyung’s.
They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other, taking in the blood and bruises on each other’s faces. Their chests rose and fell together, their breathing heavy, labored, and in sync.
Junhyung stared at their interlocked hands, at the blood on their knuckles. His gaze lowered to Hyunseung’s face and to the blood dripping from his lip, then to his neck and the cut by his collarbone, and then finally to their touching chests and Hyunseung’s legs between his.
Hyunseung’s heart slammed in his chest, his breathing became even more labored. His body screamed that it was in pain, but his mind relished in the closeness of Junhyung. He watched as the others eyes took him in. He watched as Junhyung’s eyes changed from rage to something else, something more intimate, something he knew his own eyes mirrored.
When Junhyung’s gaze traveled back up and he locked his eyes with Hyunseung’s that was all it took for both of their guards to drop.
Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was both frustrated and lustful, their mouths fighting for dominance. Junhyung dropped his hands down to Hyunseung’s waist, slid them underneath his shirt, and removed said article of clothing, their lips only parting for a second.
When their lips met again Hyunseung immediately made work of Junhyung’s belt and pants. When both items were undone and unzipped, Hyunseung removed Junhyung’s pants while the latter removed his own shirt. Their lips crashed together again, saliva mixing with blood, and when they felt the heat of skin on skin contact they both let out a moan that seemed to come from the depths of what little souls they felt they had.
The kiss became more passionate and more needy while their hips ground together in search of much needed friction that neither wanted to be denied. Junhyung’s mouth made its way down Hyunseung’s neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks where he had always wanted. Hyunseung’s nails dug into Junhyung’s back as the latter sucked on the cut on his collarbone.
“Fuuuck…Jun.”
Junhyung let out a growl and captured Hyunseung’s lips, taking complete control. He made quick to remove Hyunseung’s pants and when they were discarded he picked the other male up and moved them to the bed.
When Junhyung placed himself between Hyunseung’s legs, neither moved. They just laid there staring at one another, taking in the man in front of them, taking in the moment that they had longed for, longed for, for so long. And when Hyunseung smiled, the first genuine smile he had given in years, Junhyung knew that his world was about to change, even if he wasn’t sure it could.
And then, once again, they showed each other love, without words, in the way only they could.
After making sure that Taemin was okay, and to warn him not to tell anyone about who was upstairs, Yoseob got into a cab and headed to the eastern part of the city. He stared out of the window, his mind replaying what had just happened.
He had known for a couple of weeks now that Junhyung was having him followed and when he told Hyunseung about it the latter decided that it was the best way to get Junhyung to him. So, when Yoseob left for the Hotel, he made sure to look extra suspicious and made sure not to be out of Joon’s sight.
Yoseob knew that when he entered the hotel room he and Hyunseung would only have a matter of minutes before Junhyung showed up. Hyunseung had done his best to assure Yoseob that he was okay and ready for this, but Yoseob knew better. He knew that Hyunseung was nervous and scared. And just as they had hugged there was banging on the door.
Hyunseung had given Yoseob a final smile before encouraging him to open the door. Yoseob hated to admit it, but he had been scared when Junhyung barged into the room, and when Junhyung, with a rigid stance and clenched fists, turned to confront Hyunseung, Yoseob became so scared that he froze.
He was weary about leaving when Hyunseung told him the first time to go, scared shitless when Junhyung ordered him not to, and then very willing when Junhyung threw the first punch.
People could call him a coward all they wanted, but Yoseob knew that if he had stayed he would only have been in the way of whatever it was Hyunseung had planned.
Yoseob closed his eyes. He hoped to hell that things hadn’t gotten out of control and that both Hyunseung and Junhyung were still alive. He hoped, with all the hope he possessed, that Hyunseung would be able to get through to Junhyung, because that was the beginning step to changing their worlds. It was the beginning step to them regaining the friendship and love, which they had fought so hard to keep, back. Yoseob banged his fist on the cab window as tears began to fall down his pale cheeks.
“Fuck!” He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Drive faster.” He ordered and the cab driver, knowing full well who was in his back seat, stepped on the gas.
Yoseob had the driver pull over across the street from the backyard of a large three-story house, surrounded by a brick wall that was covered in vines. He got out of the cab, with out paying, and ran across the street. He then rearranged some vines to uncover a hidden gate that he opened slightly and slipped in. He ran over to a corner of the house where several crates were stacked. He climbed them up to the second story balcony, then climbed on top of the railing of the balcony and pulled himself up and over the balcony of the third story.
Yoseob crept over to the large bay window, crouched down, and peered in. There was no movement inside so he opened the already cracked window all the way and stepped inside, making sure to close the window behind him. He then sat down on the edge of the large bed and waited.
After what seemed like hours, but was actually only several minutes, the door opened and the owner of the room stepped in. Once Doojoon had the door fully closed Yoseob was in his arms burying his wet cheeks in Doojoon’s neck.
Doojoon immediately wrapped his arms around Yoseob’s waist. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Yoseob shook his head and looked at Doojoon. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He lied. He wanted to tell Doojoon everything, but he couldn’t, not yet.
“Are you sure?” Doojoon brushed away at the tears still slowly falling down Yoseob’s cheek.
“Yes.” Yoseob slid his hands down to Doojoon’s chest. “I don’t want to do any talking right now.” His hands slid underneath Doojoon’s shirt while his lips hovered over Doojoon’s. “All I want right now is you.”
Doojoon captured Yoseob’s lips in a passionate kiss while leading their bodies towards the bed. Their clothes were off in a matter of seconds and then their bodies were on the bed. Their kisses became more desperate and when their bodies were finally one Yoseob’s tears stopped. He was no longer afraid of what all could go wrong with Hyunseung and Junhyung. He was no longer afraid because he was with Doojoon, the man he loved, his one true source of peace.
Outside of Doojoon’s door, a smirking Kikwang slowly turned around and made his way down the stairs and out the front door. At the same time, a figure outside of Doojoon’s window made their way down the balconies and crates and out the gate. The man smiled to himself, this new information would please his leader and help aid him in his plan to get rid of the Yoon and Yong gangs, forever.
Kikwang tripped over the entryway of the abandoned building causing him to almost drop the bag he had in his hand.
“Shit. That was close.” He hugged the bag tighter to his chest and looked around the building. He hadn’t been here for years, it looked like nobody had. The old furniture and floor were covered in dust and other things that Kikwang was sure he didn’t want to know about. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and out of the corner of his eye he saw a rat run into a hole in the wall.
“Why the hell am I here?” He didn’t expect an answer because he was alone, or so he thought.
“Because you’re a dumbass.”
Kikwang froze, his ready-to-fuck-someone-up instinct going into high gear. He looked over at the corner of the room where the voice had come from.
“Who the hell are you? Show yourself you piece of shit!”
There was a slight chuckle. “Is that any way to speak to someone you haven’t seen in years Kikwang?” Dongwoon stepped out of the dark corner and into the light that was coming in through one of the windows.
Kikwang’s body relaxed, but his eyes narrowed. “You little fucker.” He walked over to the couch that Dongwoon was a few feet behind and set his bag on the floor. “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t look at Dongwoon; instead he opened his bag, pulled out a blanket, and spread it over the couch.
Dongwoon stepped closer to Kikwang. “Reminiscing.” He watched Kikwang pull out another blanket and a case of beer, which he set on the floor by the couch. “What the hell are you doing?”
Kikwang looked up, his mouth in a half smile. “Reminiscing.” He then took off his jacket, sat down on the couch, and pulled out a beer.
Dongwoon shook his head. “You always were a weird fucker.”
Kikwang pulled out another beer and held it above his head. “A weird fucker that you used to love to drink with.”
Dongwoon stood still for a moment before grabbing the beer and sitting down on the couch. He opened up the beer and took a long drink. “Why aren’t we beating the shit out of each other?”
Kikwang smirked. “Because we aren’t children any more.” He took another drink. “And because I always like having somebody to drink with.”
Dongwoon smiled before taking another drink. “You always did.”
It was Kikwang’s turn to smile. “You were the one I liked to drink with the most though.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, looking around the room, drinking their beer. Dongwoon was the first to break the silence.
“This place seems a lot smaller than it used to.” He finished his beer and pulled out two more, handing one to Kikwang.
“That’s because we were smaller then.” Kikwang set down his empty bottle and took the one being offered to him. “What I can’t believe is that all this furniture is still here.”
Dongwoon let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Do you remember how we got all of this furniture?”
“Yeah. We stole it from Junhyung’s and Hyunseung’s dads.” Kikwang laughed. “You were scarred shitless! You were so convinced we were going to get caught!”
Dongwoon frowned. “That’s only because their dads were the scariest mother fuckers and they would have killed us had they found out.”
Kikwang nodded his head. “True, but you were still scarred shitless.”
“Shut up.”
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Kikwang spoke.
“I’m not sure if I should tell you this, but I’m going to anyway.” Kikwang maneuvered himself so he was facing Dongwoon. “Doojoon and Yoseob are together, you know, fucking. I just found out a couple hours ago.” Kikwang pulled out two more beers and handed one to Dongwoon.
“That doesn’t surprise me actually.”
“It doesn’t? Why is that?”
Dongwoon turned his body so he was facing Kikwang. “Because Doojoon has always been in love with Yoseob and, when we were younger, he did anything and everything for him. And when Yoseob finally returned the feelings they were inseparable. Even when the separation and all of the fighting started they still found ways to be together.”
“How do you know they found ways to be together?”
“When the separation first happened, Yoseob was devastated. One night he got really wasted and told me everything. He didn’t remember anything the next morning and I didn’t say anything. I figured it would be safer for him that way.”
Kikwang took a long drink. “So those two fuckers have been seeing each other behind all of our backs all this time?”
“Yep.”
“Go fucking figure.”
Dongwoon moved around to get more comfortable. “So how’s Seung? His he still all moody and mysterious?”
Kikwang’s lips formed a grim line. “I wish to hell he was.”
“What does that mean?”
Kikwang sighed. “It means that I would rather have him that way then have to look at the emotionless, dead eyed, faker he’s become.” He took another long drink. “Any emotion that he shows is fake or forced. We have to force him to do things with us otherwise he’d stay locked in his room all the fucking time. He hates life.”
“I don’t blame him.”
Kikwang scoffed. “Neither do I, but I miss that special glow his eyes used to have.”
Dongwoon smiled. “The glow that used to make all of us feel better.”
They were quiet for another minute.
“So how’s Junhyung?”
It was Dongwoon’s turn to take a long drink. “So far gone that I’m afraid we wont be able to get him back before he’s gone completely.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means he’s about two steps away from turning into his father and becoming the murdering monster that we all feared and promised we would never become.”
“Fuck.”
They both finished off their bottles and grabbed new ones.
“You know what they need don’t you?”
Dongwoon looked confused. “Who? What?”
“Junhyung and Hyunseung. You know what they need?”
Dongwoon was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
“Each other.” They said it at the same time.
Kikwang shook his head. “They were each others catalysts. They balanced each other out. And now, just when they need each other the most, the fucking bull shit world wont let them be together.”
Dongwoon turned around and rested his head on the back of the couch. “How the fuck did this happen to all of us? How the fuck did this become our lives?”
Kikwang finished off his beer and grabbed the extra blanket. “Because of fucking asshole fathers who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything except for themselves and money.”
“How the fuck is that fair?”
Kikwang lay down, resting his feet on Dongwoon’s thigh. “It’s not. It’s just the unfortunate cards we were dealt.” He pulled the blanket over himself.
Dongwoon dropped his bottle on the ground. “Its bull shit is what it is.” He lay down himself, squeezing in behind Kikwang.
Kikwang adjusted the blanket so it covered the both of them. Dongwoon put his arm over Kikwang’s waist, pulling them closer together. He buried his head in Kikwang’s neck.
“I hate it.” It was whispered.
Kikwang squeezed Dongwoon’s hand. “I know Woonie. I know.”
In a warehouse in another part of the city a group of men were gathered around a lone figure sitting at a desk.
“This information is just what I’ve been waiting for G.O.” Rain leaned back in his leather chair. “I knew they had to have a downfall. I just didn’t expect it to be members from the other side.”
G.O. smiled, he knew Rain would be happy with this news. “What’s the plan then?”
Rain leaned forward. “I’m still working that out. With this new information I will be able to formulate a plan that will destroy the Yoon and Yong gangs.” He leaned back again. “G.O. I want you to stop following Yoon and I want you to start following Yang around.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Kangin, I want you to start trailing Yong around. I want more information on him and his doings before I make any final decisions.”
“Of course Sir.”
“And Shindong, keep up appearances at the dock. I want to know everything that’s going on over there.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And the rest of you just keep doing what you’ve been doing. We’re making progress.” Rain smiled at his men. “Soon gentleman, we will be the ones with all the power, not those foolish, tradition-breaking, weak minded fucks who think that they can dispose of me.”
Author: singoutloud25
Pairing: JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Rating: R
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.
Prologue 1/ Prologue 2/ Chapter 1/ Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Hello Junhyung.”
Hyunseung’s first reaction, when his eyes met Junhyung’s, was to look away, but that would show that he was uncomfortable and worried, not that he wasn’t, and in order for this plan to work he needed to stand his ground and be strong, even if he felt like he wasn’t. So, keeping his eyes locked with Junhyung’s, he put his hands in his front pockets, forced his lips into a smirk, and hoped to hell that this would work.
“You look…upset Junhyung.” Hyunseung quirked one of his eyebrows. “Surprised to see me?”
Junhyung clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is going on?” A million thoughts were running through his head and he was having trouble sorting them out while trying to maintain his composer.
Hyunseung watched as Junhyung’s eyes changed from shock to suspicion to anger in a matter of seconds. Their plan was working, so far, and now it was time for Yoseob to get out of there.
“Get out of here Yoseob.” His eyes never left Junhyung’s.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Move Yoseob.” Junhyung ordered, his glare still on Hyunseung.
Hyunseung scoffed. Junhyung took a step forward, his anger boiling over.
“Yoseob! Get the fuck out of here!” As soon as the words left his mouth a fist collided with his jaw, sending him backwards.
Hyunseung turned his head around just in time to see the door close behind Yoseob and to have Junhyung lunge at him. The two of them went flying into the table, the legs of it breaking and crashing beneath them. As Junhyung landed on top of Hyunseung, he prepared to throw another punch, but the man beneath him was faster. Hyunseung’s fist made contact with Junhyung’s gut, the blow hard enough to throw him off balance.
Hyunseung used this opportunity to switch their positions and as soon as he did his fist hit Junhyung in the upper cheek. He immediately swung again, this time hitting Junhyung in the jaw. As Hyunseung was about to throw a third punch, Junhyung hit him in the cheek and then immediately in the stomach. Junhyung then grabbed Hyunseung by the throat, flung him to the side, and then stood up.
Junhyung turned around to kick Hyunseung, but the latter was already standing up and lunging at him. Hyunseung collided with Junhyung’s middle and forced him onto the bed. Hyunseung landed another hit to Junhyung’s gut while he himself received a blow to his lower lip. Junhyung then kicked Hyunseung in the stomach, which sent the latter staggering backwards. And before Hyunseung could regain his composure, he was slammed against the wall, his hands locked above his head and his body pinned by Junhyung’s.
They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other, taking in the blood and bruises on each other’s faces. Their chests rose and fell together, their breathing heavy, labored, and in sync.
Junhyung stared at their interlocked hands, at the blood on their knuckles. His gaze lowered to Hyunseung’s face and to the blood dripping from his lip, then to his neck and the cut by his collarbone, and then finally to their touching chests and Hyunseung’s legs between his.
Hyunseung’s heart slammed in his chest, his breathing became even more labored. His body screamed that it was in pain, but his mind relished in the closeness of Junhyung. He watched as the others eyes took him in. He watched as Junhyung’s eyes changed from rage to something else, something more intimate, something he knew his own eyes mirrored.
When Junhyung’s gaze traveled back up and he locked his eyes with Hyunseung’s that was all it took for both of their guards to drop.
Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was both frustrated and lustful, their mouths fighting for dominance. Junhyung dropped his hands down to Hyunseung’s waist, slid them underneath his shirt, and removed said article of clothing, their lips only parting for a second.
When their lips met again Hyunseung immediately made work of Junhyung’s belt and pants. When both items were undone and unzipped, Hyunseung removed Junhyung’s pants while the latter removed his own shirt. Their lips crashed together again, saliva mixing with blood, and when they felt the heat of skin on skin contact they both let out a moan that seemed to come from the depths of what little souls they felt they had.
The kiss became more passionate and more needy while their hips ground together in search of much needed friction that neither wanted to be denied. Junhyung’s mouth made its way down Hyunseung’s neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks where he had always wanted. Hyunseung’s nails dug into Junhyung’s back as the latter sucked on the cut on his collarbone.
“Fuuuck…Jun.”
Junhyung let out a growl and captured Hyunseung’s lips, taking complete control. He made quick to remove Hyunseung’s pants and when they were discarded he picked the other male up and moved them to the bed.
When Junhyung placed himself between Hyunseung’s legs, neither moved. They just laid there staring at one another, taking in the man in front of them, taking in the moment that they had longed for, longed for, for so long. And when Hyunseung smiled, the first genuine smile he had given in years, Junhyung knew that his world was about to change, even if he wasn’t sure it could.
And then, once again, they showed each other love, without words, in the way only they could.
After making sure that Taemin was okay, and to warn him not to tell anyone about who was upstairs, Yoseob got into a cab and headed to the eastern part of the city. He stared out of the window, his mind replaying what had just happened.
He had known for a couple of weeks now that Junhyung was having him followed and when he told Hyunseung about it the latter decided that it was the best way to get Junhyung to him. So, when Yoseob left for the Hotel, he made sure to look extra suspicious and made sure not to be out of Joon’s sight.
Yoseob knew that when he entered the hotel room he and Hyunseung would only have a matter of minutes before Junhyung showed up. Hyunseung had done his best to assure Yoseob that he was okay and ready for this, but Yoseob knew better. He knew that Hyunseung was nervous and scared. And just as they had hugged there was banging on the door.
Hyunseung had given Yoseob a final smile before encouraging him to open the door. Yoseob hated to admit it, but he had been scared when Junhyung barged into the room, and when Junhyung, with a rigid stance and clenched fists, turned to confront Hyunseung, Yoseob became so scared that he froze.
He was weary about leaving when Hyunseung told him the first time to go, scared shitless when Junhyung ordered him not to, and then very willing when Junhyung threw the first punch.
People could call him a coward all they wanted, but Yoseob knew that if he had stayed he would only have been in the way of whatever it was Hyunseung had planned.
Yoseob closed his eyes. He hoped to hell that things hadn’t gotten out of control and that both Hyunseung and Junhyung were still alive. He hoped, with all the hope he possessed, that Hyunseung would be able to get through to Junhyung, because that was the beginning step to changing their worlds. It was the beginning step to them regaining the friendship and love, which they had fought so hard to keep, back. Yoseob banged his fist on the cab window as tears began to fall down his pale cheeks.
“Fuck!” He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Drive faster.” He ordered and the cab driver, knowing full well who was in his back seat, stepped on the gas.
Yoseob had the driver pull over across the street from the backyard of a large three-story house, surrounded by a brick wall that was covered in vines. He got out of the cab, with out paying, and ran across the street. He then rearranged some vines to uncover a hidden gate that he opened slightly and slipped in. He ran over to a corner of the house where several crates were stacked. He climbed them up to the second story balcony, then climbed on top of the railing of the balcony and pulled himself up and over the balcony of the third story.
Yoseob crept over to the large bay window, crouched down, and peered in. There was no movement inside so he opened the already cracked window all the way and stepped inside, making sure to close the window behind him. He then sat down on the edge of the large bed and waited.
After what seemed like hours, but was actually only several minutes, the door opened and the owner of the room stepped in. Once Doojoon had the door fully closed Yoseob was in his arms burying his wet cheeks in Doojoon’s neck.
Doojoon immediately wrapped his arms around Yoseob’s waist. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Yoseob shook his head and looked at Doojoon. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He lied. He wanted to tell Doojoon everything, but he couldn’t, not yet.
“Are you sure?” Doojoon brushed away at the tears still slowly falling down Yoseob’s cheek.
“Yes.” Yoseob slid his hands down to Doojoon’s chest. “I don’t want to do any talking right now.” His hands slid underneath Doojoon’s shirt while his lips hovered over Doojoon’s. “All I want right now is you.”
Doojoon captured Yoseob’s lips in a passionate kiss while leading their bodies towards the bed. Their clothes were off in a matter of seconds and then their bodies were on the bed. Their kisses became more desperate and when their bodies were finally one Yoseob’s tears stopped. He was no longer afraid of what all could go wrong with Hyunseung and Junhyung. He was no longer afraid because he was with Doojoon, the man he loved, his one true source of peace.
Outside of Doojoon’s door, a smirking Kikwang slowly turned around and made his way down the stairs and out the front door. At the same time, a figure outside of Doojoon’s window made their way down the balconies and crates and out the gate. The man smiled to himself, this new information would please his leader and help aid him in his plan to get rid of the Yoon and Yong gangs, forever.
Kikwang tripped over the entryway of the abandoned building causing him to almost drop the bag he had in his hand.
“Shit. That was close.” He hugged the bag tighter to his chest and looked around the building. He hadn’t been here for years, it looked like nobody had. The old furniture and floor were covered in dust and other things that Kikwang was sure he didn’t want to know about. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and out of the corner of his eye he saw a rat run into a hole in the wall.
“Why the hell am I here?” He didn’t expect an answer because he was alone, or so he thought.
“Because you’re a dumbass.”
Kikwang froze, his ready-to-fuck-someone-up instinct going into high gear. He looked over at the corner of the room where the voice had come from.
“Who the hell are you? Show yourself you piece of shit!”
There was a slight chuckle. “Is that any way to speak to someone you haven’t seen in years Kikwang?” Dongwoon stepped out of the dark corner and into the light that was coming in through one of the windows.
Kikwang’s body relaxed, but his eyes narrowed. “You little fucker.” He walked over to the couch that Dongwoon was a few feet behind and set his bag on the floor. “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t look at Dongwoon; instead he opened his bag, pulled out a blanket, and spread it over the couch.
Dongwoon stepped closer to Kikwang. “Reminiscing.” He watched Kikwang pull out another blanket and a case of beer, which he set on the floor by the couch. “What the hell are you doing?”
Kikwang looked up, his mouth in a half smile. “Reminiscing.” He then took off his jacket, sat down on the couch, and pulled out a beer.
Dongwoon shook his head. “You always were a weird fucker.”
Kikwang pulled out another beer and held it above his head. “A weird fucker that you used to love to drink with.”
Dongwoon stood still for a moment before grabbing the beer and sitting down on the couch. He opened up the beer and took a long drink. “Why aren’t we beating the shit out of each other?”
Kikwang smirked. “Because we aren’t children any more.” He took another drink. “And because I always like having somebody to drink with.”
Dongwoon smiled before taking another drink. “You always did.”
It was Kikwang’s turn to smile. “You were the one I liked to drink with the most though.”
They sat in silence for several minutes, looking around the room, drinking their beer. Dongwoon was the first to break the silence.
“This place seems a lot smaller than it used to.” He finished his beer and pulled out two more, handing one to Kikwang.
“That’s because we were smaller then.” Kikwang set down his empty bottle and took the one being offered to him. “What I can’t believe is that all this furniture is still here.”
Dongwoon let out a small laugh. “Yeah. Do you remember how we got all of this furniture?”
“Yeah. We stole it from Junhyung’s and Hyunseung’s dads.” Kikwang laughed. “You were scarred shitless! You were so convinced we were going to get caught!”
Dongwoon frowned. “That’s only because their dads were the scariest mother fuckers and they would have killed us had they found out.”
Kikwang nodded his head. “True, but you were still scarred shitless.”
“Shut up.”
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Kikwang spoke.
“I’m not sure if I should tell you this, but I’m going to anyway.” Kikwang maneuvered himself so he was facing Dongwoon. “Doojoon and Yoseob are together, you know, fucking. I just found out a couple hours ago.” Kikwang pulled out two more beers and handed one to Dongwoon.
“That doesn’t surprise me actually.”
“It doesn’t? Why is that?”
Dongwoon turned his body so he was facing Kikwang. “Because Doojoon has always been in love with Yoseob and, when we were younger, he did anything and everything for him. And when Yoseob finally returned the feelings they were inseparable. Even when the separation and all of the fighting started they still found ways to be together.”
“How do you know they found ways to be together?”
“When the separation first happened, Yoseob was devastated. One night he got really wasted and told me everything. He didn’t remember anything the next morning and I didn’t say anything. I figured it would be safer for him that way.”
Kikwang took a long drink. “So those two fuckers have been seeing each other behind all of our backs all this time?”
“Yep.”
“Go fucking figure.”
Dongwoon moved around to get more comfortable. “So how’s Seung? His he still all moody and mysterious?”
Kikwang’s lips formed a grim line. “I wish to hell he was.”
“What does that mean?”
Kikwang sighed. “It means that I would rather have him that way then have to look at the emotionless, dead eyed, faker he’s become.” He took another long drink. “Any emotion that he shows is fake or forced. We have to force him to do things with us otherwise he’d stay locked in his room all the fucking time. He hates life.”
“I don’t blame him.”
Kikwang scoffed. “Neither do I, but I miss that special glow his eyes used to have.”
Dongwoon smiled. “The glow that used to make all of us feel better.”
They were quiet for another minute.
“So how’s Junhyung?”
It was Dongwoon’s turn to take a long drink. “So far gone that I’m afraid we wont be able to get him back before he’s gone completely.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means he’s about two steps away from turning into his father and becoming the murdering monster that we all feared and promised we would never become.”
“Fuck.”
They both finished off their bottles and grabbed new ones.
“You know what they need don’t you?”
Dongwoon looked confused. “Who? What?”
“Junhyung and Hyunseung. You know what they need?”
Dongwoon was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
“Each other.” They said it at the same time.
Kikwang shook his head. “They were each others catalysts. They balanced each other out. And now, just when they need each other the most, the fucking bull shit world wont let them be together.”
Dongwoon turned around and rested his head on the back of the couch. “How the fuck did this happen to all of us? How the fuck did this become our lives?”
Kikwang finished off his beer and grabbed the extra blanket. “Because of fucking asshole fathers who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything except for themselves and money.”
“How the fuck is that fair?”
Kikwang lay down, resting his feet on Dongwoon’s thigh. “It’s not. It’s just the unfortunate cards we were dealt.” He pulled the blanket over himself.
Dongwoon dropped his bottle on the ground. “Its bull shit is what it is.” He lay down himself, squeezing in behind Kikwang.
Kikwang adjusted the blanket so it covered the both of them. Dongwoon put his arm over Kikwang’s waist, pulling them closer together. He buried his head in Kikwang’s neck.
“I hate it.” It was whispered.
Kikwang squeezed Dongwoon’s hand. “I know Woonie. I know.”
In a warehouse in another part of the city a group of men were gathered around a lone figure sitting at a desk.
“This information is just what I’ve been waiting for G.O.” Rain leaned back in his leather chair. “I knew they had to have a downfall. I just didn’t expect it to be members from the other side.”
G.O. smiled, he knew Rain would be happy with this news. “What’s the plan then?”
Rain leaned forward. “I’m still working that out. With this new information I will be able to formulate a plan that will destroy the Yoon and Yong gangs.” He leaned back again. “G.O. I want you to stop following Yoon and I want you to start following Yang around.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Kangin, I want you to start trailing Yong around. I want more information on him and his doings before I make any final decisions.”
“Of course Sir.”
“And Shindong, keep up appearances at the dock. I want to know everything that’s going on over there.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And the rest of you just keep doing what you’ve been doing. We’re making progress.” Rain smiled at his men. “Soon gentleman, we will be the ones with all the power, not those foolish, tradition-breaking, weak minded fucks who think that they can dispose of me.”