rip (kat wyd)
summary: it was just the wrong time, and the wrong place.when: present.warnings: violence, guns, gore, murder, death
with ryosuke spending the day with keito and aeri, joon agreeing to meet up later with them reluctantly, he’d decided to spend his day visiting a few friends that he didn’t really make time for as much anymore. they lived in seoul, not too far from where joon himself stayed there anyway, so it wasn’t too much of a journey to get to their placed.
but maybe it was joon’s own mistake in deciding to take his usual short cut that day through the rougher side of seoul; gang invested and violent on all ends.
it was just something he did, knowing the people there and at least being on civil terms given the fact he’d at least managed to avoid some of the gang situations. maybe he’d been caught up in a few at odd times, but joon knew how to play safe on those streets, so it was why he didn’t really worry that day about passing through. offering a few greetings and conversations to those few he knew, before heading on.
it was in walking past a bar that was only just opening to those loitering a little, that joon found himself stopping in his tracks, halted by a familiar figure.
to see no yongjoon scared, it was a rare sight. but to see him terrified? it was even rarer. but here he was, eyes widening in fear that was settling into the very depths of his bones and sending chills down his spine as he tried to force his feet to move, to take him away because even joon was aware that nothing good could come of this moment, because the man in front of him was supposed to be rotting in jail for however long, but looking at him now with the sneer on his face, the glint in his eye, joon knew that it wasn’t the case anymore. only he’d never know that it was only a fluke, wrong timing of his own accord, that landed him in this spot.
joon could hear the man talking now as well, but the words went in and out both ears because there was a loud ringing replacing his sense of hearing. eyes were starting to turn too, snickering in the background in apparent support of the man from what his eyes could take in, looking around in a frenzy before they were back on the man in front.
“dad–“
he barely even got the words out before the sound of three shots ran out, and joon hardly felt the impact of three bullets in his chest as his body fell back onto the hard ground.
the rebel couldn’t breathe. couldn’t suck in the air he needed to feed his lungs, or even enough to manage to gurgle out some words that would go on not understood. instead, there was blood being coughed up as his body convulsed, fianlly recognising that his body and internal organs were failing after being punctured.
people were laughing now– was it funny? to watch someone die– was it funny?
and joon wondered if he’d even made a noise when they’d hit, or he’d just fallen down in silence. he supposed he wouldn’t know. but in his head then, there were silent apologies flooding in to those that he cared about, because for once in his life he hadn’t wanted to die. he’d found his reason to live on longer than he’d wanted before. joon had found ryosuke, his own reason for wanting to hang around a little longer and find meaning in why he was here. he’d found the one he loved, and knew he did– but instead he was now laying there as his life slipped away.
there wasn’t even some stupid montage of his life either, only silence as the ringing in his ears got louder, until everything stopped and suddenly there was absolutely nothing. no feeling. no thought. not even the whisper of the life that had just left him. there was nothing left of it, or him.
and what no one would even know, was that joon had died that day. those that knew him would only be left with confusion and wonder of where he’d gone, because if there was one thing that his father knew how to do, and the gang members that had surrounded him– it was get rid of a body without even leaving a single trace of it.
but maybe in a few years the mystery would be solved. but it wouldn’t be enough to bring back no yongjoon from the grave that he was deprived of even then. because even in death, life treated him unkindly.
