*Just graduated last march 18, yet it still didn't sink in me. You know that feeling when you ate a buffet yet you felt like you're not satisfied right after? That's it, I know I still got a long way to go before all my goals are accomplished. Congrats to my fellow batch 2016!

*Here's my first myungjong update after my grad and it's got part 2, but I hope you enjoy the first part.

*Lovelots dear readers!

You only fall in love once. All the others are fleeting, though some may stay longer than you expect them to, those feelings are either attraction that pulled you or the idea of being cared for holding you back.

Yet you know by heart how much you wish for it to be that person that taught you how to love without asking to be loved back, how to be patient without saying how tired you are with waiting, and how to give it up without thinking of your own happiness first.

It makes you look quite stupid, but the truth is, it had made you a lot wiser. Especially when it’s real.

“You don’t understand, do you?”

If not for the blood smeared on his face, as well as on his trembling hands and white shirt, anyone who sees him would think that he’s just a charming looking boy, wandering around the city for some fun time.

But he knows how far he is from that image, for he’s born to be a killing machine, and he’s got no room for such dreams or fantasies of a normal life.

“Father told me that you’ll be transferring base this weekend, that means, you’ve got bigger jobs ahead of you. If you see this as brutality, you’ll learn how to be totally ruthless while you’re there. That’s a privilege, don’t you realize that Myungsoo? Father trusts your skills more than anyone else in the clan.”

“That’s why, it my skills that he admires and needs, not me as his son. And there is no so-called family, just workmates. That means, one mistake means I’m out of the group. No, I’m not taking that risk. I’d rather stay here and do the tasks that I’m already used to.”

Placing his knife back on a secret pocket of his jacket, he gave his brother a last blank look before walking away without any care regarding his current state, or to anyone who’ll see him in such wretched look.

Groups like theirs, those ‘killing machines’ as what the society labeled them, are accepted by the government, and even their deeds are considered legal and not an act of crime. When a big personality, or a name on the most wanted list started getting on the nerves of the officials yet are too skillful to be caught by the police force, they are assigned for the job. Though, killing is a two-faced act.

They may look good for removing the country’s enemies, yet they still let the private group members to keep on with their works, killing for hire, as long as money’s not a problem or a member’s indebted to you, you could approach them with confidence.

Even the person you asked for them to assassinate is a civilian and did not commit any crime.

Though they were never caught for this, since in exchange of the service they offer for the government and for the safety of the nation, they were allowed to keep on with their business. Though there’s one catch, a percentage of what they earn goes as tax payment.

And despite of some NGO groups expressing they anger towards the setting, no one heed them enough attention, thus they decreased in number, and until now, their numbers are quickly declining.

Despite this, Sungjong keeps on fighting for his own cause.

And to him, Myungsoo’s clan should be hanged to death for all their deeds that he deemed unacceptable and unforgivable.

Despite of this, they haven’t crossed each other’s path though.

Wasn’t it better this way?

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Looking at the picture for the nth time, he gave his brother a puzzled look. Yes, he’s already took hundreds of lives in exchange of money, yet he never encountered such a case.

Most of the time, their clients pay them without questions or hesitations to do the job of killing someone who angered them, who have done them wrong, or they’ve always hated. And most of them almost look the same, big buff men or sickly and creepy looking. And each one of them has done something unforgivable, though some didn’t even did wrong and simply thought as pests by their clients and this could not be considered as a reason to be put in jail.

This one though, his new target was someone who’ve done good deeds to his fellow, and have always done his own ways to protect innocent lives. And he even looked like a boy, he thought, someone who’s much younger than what he expected.

“Father told me that he won’t force you to work under him unless you end this task with flying colors. He said that this guy has been giving him headaches for being able to sway the hearts and minds of some the biggest supporters of the Black Society to go against the organization, to think that he looks like a mere high school student to be able to accomplish that feat.”

Slipping the picture inside a secret pocket of his jacket, he drank the remaining beer in his mug and left their private bar without minding the other members of their group already drunk yet are still swaying on the dance floor and his brother who stood up to call out to him yet decided not to knowing the kind of person Myungsoo is.

“So I just need to finish this one off and no more offers for that job? Okay, I’ll make this quick for you Sungjong, since you successfully irritated my one hell of a father.”

--

He had engraved in his mind by now, every face of the Black Society who’s been able to move freely due to the government’s agreement. Yet that’s only a portion, since not even a third of the groups have shown their selves to the public.

And because of that, he didn’t know the guy who have delivered pizza and is now waiting on his doorstep is someone who could take his life in a flash, he didn’t know that he’s sounding so nice to a member of the organization he’s been dying to destroy as quickly as possible.

It was a trap in front of his own home, yet he doesn’t have a single idea.

“Oh, thanks! That was fast. Here’s the payment.”

Smiling widely and suddenly grimacing due to his grumbling stomach, the other guy would have already laughed at the sight if wasn’t for the job at hand. Handing the box of pepperoni pizza, he suddenly pushed him towards the living room, locking the door and spreading the curtains in the process.

Still in shock, Sungjong could only blink and ran towards the back door and ended up tearing up when he realized it was locked as well.

“Hey, stop running and flailing around already. You look stupid just by doing that. obviously, knowing your background, you were always the smart kid. Don’t worry, a single bullet to the head and it’s over. Not much pain, that I can assure you.”

The younger of the two felt like jumping out the window if only the intruder was not standing between him and the stairs towards his bedroom. But realizing one thing, he stood firmly and wiped his tears already straining his blushing cheeks out of once fear.

“You… you’re from the Black Society aren’t you? And you came here ‘cause I’m causing you trouble, aren’t i?”

“Bingo. Took you quite long to figure that out. All I need to do now is finish the task and I’m out of here.”

It was the time Sungjong saw. It was a different person doing the job, there was someone within that couldn’t come out, that is suppressed. He wonders if he could call him out.

“Wait, you… you don’t want to do this right? You don’t want to live on keeping secrets about your killings. You could change.”

“Yeah right, change my . As if I could really do that. You don’t understand a thing about us Mr. Activist. You don’t know a thing.”

Myungsoo aiming the gun on his hand to the frowning prey, could feel the confidence in Sungjong’s stance, as if he wasn’t fearing death all of a sudden when just a few minutes earlier he looked like a lost kid that’s got his knee bruised.

“Don’t you realize what could I do? I have done everything I can to break that group of yours, and slowly, I believe I’m winning. No matter what, you shouldn’t kill me. if you still want a life outside that cage, trust me, by all means I’ll be able to help you. I will.”

“Just like what my brother said, you’re such a great talker. But sorry, I’ve already decided what to do.”

Gunshot resonated within the simple apartment, and a loud thud from the younger one’s body hitting the marble floor could be heard.

Carrying the body towards the car already parked a few meters away from the target house, Myungsoo let his laugh erupt, not minding if anyone would hear and see him with a limp body in his arms.

There is no room for being afraid now.

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Sound of sizzling bacon on the pan pulled him from dreamland and sitting abruptly, he realized that it wasn’t his bed, he’s not wearing his own clothes but of someone larger than him, and he’s not within the safety of his own home.

Looking around the messy apartment, which is so small that when he felt that drowsiness totally left him, he saw that he had slept on a thin comforter  spread on the floor, surrounded by worn out sofas, and a black backpack served as his pillow.

Taking his tour of the stranger’s house, he saw a familiar-looking back with apron around his waist and making his self busy of cooking breakfast for the two of them. Remembering the events of last night, he silently took a pan and stood behind the unsuspecting man, about to hit him with all his strength when the other turned around in time and pointed the plate full of crispy looking bacon in front of his face.

“Seriously? You’re carrying such a large frying pan made of metal and only bacons could stop you?”

“You tried to kill me! What are you planning now, huh?! Torture me before shooting me like last night? And how come I’m still alive?!”

Setting down the table, he pulled the flailing Sungjong towards one of the chairs but ended up pushing him hard to the wall when he saw that the younger one would never cooperate with someone that is still an enemy for him.

He couldn’t blame him though if he felt wary with all these, since he actually shoot him last night.

“That’s just tranquilizer, that wouldn’t kill you. And no, I’m not planning to torture you nor kill you. All I need you to do, is stay here, not be killed by other men of my father, and I’ll even assist you in ending my father’s so-called empire.”

Calming down, Sungjong decided to look straight into the eyes of Myungsoo, seeing nothing but pure determination. Unlike last night, these eyes are honest, and he couldn’t help but believe him. But being the son, if it was the truth, why would he side with his father’s enemy?

“I hate my dad, more than you do, more than you think, and if not for all the people surrounding and protecting him, I would have slit his throat already years ago.”

He was still trapped between Myungsoo’s arms, he was still standing with his back on the wall, yet he felt comfortable and not afraid at all. If there was something strong within him now, it would be his curiosity for a member of the group he hates so much, would have the same goal as his.

“Why? You’re his son and-”

“He killed my mother… in front of my eyes… he had treated me as a weapon more than a family. And I could never ever forgive him. if there’s something left that I feel for him, it would be anger rather than love. You need to succeed, and pull down my father, drag him from his strength, and I assure you’re safety as well.”

It wasn’t a deal, more like a command with the way Myungsoo said it with force, yet Sungjong felt more than happy to oblige. If the ragged looking guy do anything to harm him after he do his own job, he could simply send him to jail as well.

But for now, an alliance with what he consider a villain would do him more good than being a hero working all alone.

“It’s agreed then, make sure I’ll stay alive, and keep me safe until I claim my win over your father’s organization, then you’re out of that group.”

“Very well then, let’s have breakfast.”

*I'm not sure how the story plot went, but I hope you understand the storyline guys. Let's enjoy a cup of coffee together, because coffee=love. For me, that is.

*Enjoy your week! I'll watch weekly idol I guess.

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