The sun had just gone down past the horizon, lighting what would be the dark night sky with a faint orange glow. Some of the brightest stars were beginning to shine through the light of the sun, while the moon had began to rise on the opposite edge of Yongguk’s vision. This was his favourite time of day. To him it signalled new hopes and wants, new dreams of days to come. Not to mention the fact that it was the sort of time people would begin purchasing his goods. Strolling through the emptying streets of Seoul with his hands in his pockets and his hood up to mask his face, Yongguk watched the ground as he walked, thinking about where tonight would take him. Hopefully a crowded club with lots of stoners in need of a fix. He would make a lot of money that way.
A heavy shoulder knocking against his pulled him out of his thoughts. Turning around, he saw a large, muscular man, about the same size as him, running away from the direction he had come in, and away from Yongguk. Yongguk wouldn’t have thought that this was odd, seeing as he did look scary at the best of times, but at a second glance, he could see the guy was carrying something. Yongguk would have recognised those baggies of crack cocaine anywhere; no other drug dealer in Seoul stored their drugs in blue bags.
Running after him, Yongguk thanked the lord that he was fast. He had caught up to the other in a few minutes and had him held by the collar of his shirt. Yongguk should’ve known what was coming next; the guy would never have given up that easily. He felt a pain run through his leg as the other kicked his shin, making him double over in pain, before he felt the other elbow him in the back to make him fall to the ground. The other kicked him while he was down, aiming for his ribs and face to do most damage. After the guy had kicked him roughly eight or nine times, Yongguk saw an opening and gripped his ankle; pulling the other to the ground with him. He managed to get on top of the other and pin his arms down with his knees while he began to repeatedly throw punches at the man’s jaw. Pain shot through his fist as his knuckles connected with teeth multiple times, and Yongguk bit down on his lip to drown out the pain shooting through his hand.
After he felt the other had had enough of a beating, Yongguk stood up, picking up the discarded baggies of cocaine, before standing on the other’s crotch to get his attention. “You fucking listen to me, prick,” he said, pressing his foot down to cause the other some more pain. “Steal from me again and I’ll fucking murder you. Tell that to all your little buddies ‘cause I’ll hunt you down.” And with that, Yongguk kicked the other and walked away.
When he rounded a corner into a dark alley, Yongguk leant against the wall, clutching his chest in pain. He had noticed as he walked away that he was wheezing where the guy had kicked him in the ribs. Sighing, he looked down at himself. His knuckles were bleeding where he had punched the man, he was limping where the other had hurt his shin, and his clothes were a dirtied a mess. Looking into the screen of his phone at his reflection, he was sure he would be all black eyes, bloodied skin and cracked lips for quite a while.
