scumbag’s savior;
It had been a fairly uneventful day for Seungcheol. For starters, he had hardly received any jobs this entire week. Though he had only carried out a hit and received his payment just two days ago, personally, the boy enjoyed having a busier work schedule. He was always willing and eager to kill for the family, though deep down, taking away the life of another seemed to have a therapeutic effect on Seungcheol. Though he wanted to believe that he would not let his personal anger and emotions affect his job performance, lately it was getting harder to convince himself.
Given that he practically had nowhere to be, Seungcheol had decided to clear his mind with a walk down the city streets. Something about Seoul at night soothed the hitman though he was unsure which aspect of it that he liked the most. Perhaps he simply enjoyed the cool air and occasional breeze against his skin. As of late, Seungcheol found himself out and about more so during the night rather than the day. After all, the darkness of night served as a fine shield against the prying eyes of the city, and in Seungcheol’s line of work, this was absolutely necessary.
The young man’s solace did not last long on this night, however. In the midst of Seungcheol’s walk, he was stopped abruptly by a man who seemed to be twice his age. Though Seungcheol was generally fond of strangers, he absolutely detested being teased by them, which is just what this man did. It was far from an innocent comment about Seungcheol, and what particularly disgusted the boy was the fact that this was a complete stranger. In a few swift motions, the now experienced boy had grabbed the older man and forced him into an alley. After all, though the streets weren’t as populated as they were during the day, they still seemed to have quite a few pedestrians at this time.
Immediately after the two had arrived in the alley, Seungcheol found himself drawing his knife and pressing it against the stranger’s throat. This disgusting excuse for a man had taken the time to shoot petty insults the hitman’s way, and Seungcheol would be damned if he wasn’t about to do something about it. “Look at me,” the boy’s tone was menacing. In only a matter of seconds, his personality had shifted from one of a friendly civilian to that of a fierce killer. “You’re going to regret having said that. Not only have you ruined this otherwise peaceful night, but now you’re also wasting my time by forcing me to do this.” Perhaps Seungcheol’s anger had gotten the best of him. Maybe he only reacting this drastically because he had secretly hoped for an opportunity to end someone’s life, and deep down, that scared him.
It was then that the man began to beg for his own life, the knife still against his neck. He claimed that he had a wife and kids at home that he needed to get back to, and that without him, they’d be on their own. Seungcheol paused and considered this for a moment, wondering if it was truly worth it to kill this man. After all, if Seungcheol’s father had been there for him as a child, would he have turned out the way he is now? Perhaps he would still be living in content with his own sister, rather than being afraid to ever contact her again. What would she think of him now? He pushed these thoughts aside, quickly forcing himself to remember that his gang was his family now.