Johnny Suh
Blood splattered everywhere, sharp knives piercing men's skin, and screams were what I could see and hear every day.
—Please, I swear I'll pay you back every penny— an old man, no more than 40 years old, begged for his life while TaeYong, my boss's eldest son, beat him and cut small pieces of his skin.
"Shut up, you fucking pig!" TaeYong slapped the man, he was really angry. "You knew how long you had to pay and if you didn't have the money you shouldn't have gotten involved."
My job was pretty simple, to say the least: protecting Lee TaeYong, one of the sons of South Korea's biggest drug lord. But he could sometimes turn dangerous, and I'm not talking about the police; the angry kid was like the devil himself.
—Let's go—an explosion was heard; he had shot that man—Jackson, don't forget to burn the body—the gray-haired man gestured for me to follow him.
We headed towards my truck and I started driving.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked.
—Take me to the Han River, I want to rest a little— I opened my eyes wide, his aura had completely changed and he looked weak and calm.
Without saying anything, I continued driving, enjoying the sudden change that TaeYong had undergone.
Lee Taeyong
I was tired, I felt terrible for having murdered that man.
ー "Don't lie to me, kill me right now," I sang as I watched the road through the window.
Being 20 years old and having murdered so many people from a very young age was exhausting; seeing so much blood made me nauseous, and killing made me feel guilty.
"We're here," Johnny, a boy about my age whom my father hired, said, stopping his truck.
As I got out of the truck, I breathed in the fresh night air and sat down on one of the benches facing the river. Johnny sat next to me in silence.
—I'm scared, you know?— I said, breaking the silence.
"You? What are you afraid of? I mean, with everything you've done, I don't think anything could scare you." The brunette looked at me.
—My father terrifies me, what he might say or do to me terrifies me even more— I put my cell phone in my pocket and looked at him, I was telling him something I had never dared to say and I don't know why I'm telling him.
"What's so bad that your father would try to kill you?" I noticed how much attention he was paying to me.
Should I tell him? This secret had been tormenting me ever since my father said:
"You can't fall in love. To love is to be weak, and you mustn't be weak at all. You know who you are, who your father is, and if I ever find out anything, I'll tie you and your girlfriend up and make you suffer."
Why did he tell me that? I don't know, but it's like he knew I had something to tell him.
I'm sorry, it's awful.
Lately I've been finding it really hard to write and pay attention, so that's why this came out like this. I wasn't inspired by a song either, but while I was writing I was listening to GOODMORNINGTOKYO! by TOKYO'S REVENGE, so if you want you can go listen to it.
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