This story is quite dark, possibly the darkest thing I've ever written. I've never written scenes like the following before, so apologies if any sections seem disjointed and don't really flow. I tried my best T_T.

It will be chaptered, but if you don't like slash/ just read the first chapter and treat it as a One-Shot. :D

I'll attempt to keep the pace up; I have a habit of trawling through scenes really slowly, and dragging days over numerous chapters. Hopefully, that won't happen here. You can hit me if it does.

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"The bar was dirty, dark smoke coiling through the air and against the ceiling from the numerous cigars clutched between drunken fingers. The floor was littered with cigarette butts, shreds of paper and god knows what else, sticky with spilt alcohol and what could possibly be blood.

Yukwon eyed the man from his place at the bar, ignoring the rowdy, drunken shouts of the group of men to his right. It was too loud in here- too loud, too dark, too small, and definitely not somewhere he would go by choice. He had no other option, though, he was here on business; business that included the recipient of his watchful gaze."