Title: Gangsta Boy
Author: onewjjang
Poster credit: eris127@SFI

Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters except their personality and all plots are solely belong to the author.

Prologue


The scene in front of me was chaotic. There was firing of guns which was heard on and off under the dark sky on top of the old abandoned building at the outskirt on Seoul. Even the sky is absent of its' stars and moon. People are everywhere either with guns or blades in their hands. There are those who are running to get to their enemies or those that ran away from being chased by their enemies. There are those who's already fallen down dead or injured. Bodies scattered across the place when one after another there’s addition to the pool of blood on the floor. 

This is not supposed to happen. This is just wrong. I didn’t get my men to come here and be sacrificed like this. As if they’re just some toy soldiers that being blown off. Each one of them has their own families waiting for them. This is just wrong! How dare he?! How dare he do this to me and to the people? Didn’t he have any heart at all for these people? These are the people that always stick with him before and still believe in him until now.

. I can’t stand watching this. This is too much. I saw my *namdongsaeng at one corner battling off with three guys with his daggers that I gave to him for his last birthday. He was quick with his steps and can blocked himself from the attack of the three much bulkier guys. I know he can handle himself well. He was always practicing his moves at home. 

Flashback

“What are you doing? It’s already midnight. Go and take your rest.” I said to my dongsaeng.

He stopped from his move with the daggers that I gave him and looked at me with his sweats dropping off from his forehead to his cheeks. He wiped it off with the back of his right hand which still holding tight to the daggers. Even though the room only lit with the moonlight from the windows I can still see him clearly. His face is serious and I can see that his arms muscles had developed well and his abs is slowly showing off the six pack shape. He threw off his shirt on the corner of the floor some time during his practice. I leaned on the door frame and crossed my arms on my chest and smiled at him.

“It’s okay hyung. I just want to practice more.” He answered me steadily.

I know he is tired now. He’d been in the practicing room since after dinner and had been practicing non stop until now. I had been checking on him from time to time.

“I know you’re tired. Why don’t you take your shower and go to bed. Neh?” I cajoled him to go and take a rest. I can’t stand it that he was pushing himself too hard.

“No hyung. I still want to practice. I’ll stop in a while, I promise.” He said and smiled at me. That is the first smile I get for today. It’s so hard for me to get him to smile nowadays. Not since the other person left the house not long ago. 

It must be hard for him. It’s hard for me too. It wrecked my heart to see him go out from the family house. I felt like it was totally my fault that it happened like this. Though our circle of friends and my dongsaeng said it was not my fault. I can’t help but always thought that I still play a big role to his decision to leave the house.

I walked to his side and hugged him. Sweats and all. “Mianhae. Mianhae.” I whispered to his ear.

He hugged me tighter, the of his dagger dug into my back. “I don’t blame you at all, not even a little bit hyung.” He whispered back to me. Then he released me. “Go and have your rest too hyung. I’ll have another round and I’ll go to bed. Promise.” He squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. Afraid to open up my mouth in case it croaked up and I end up with tears in my eyes. I turned towards the door and went out with the door to the practice room still open ajar, and walked up the stairs to my room upstairs.

End of flashback

He has pushed himself up to near perfection with the daggers. His specialty. I tore my gaze from him and search for a specific figure in the mass of people battling each other. A group of men with black clothes and a blue dragon logo emblazoned on their back. Another group of people with black clothes and a green snake emblazoned on their front chest. The blue dragon logos are my men and my worries increased as the minutes passed by the looks of things; where much of them are injured. 

I need to find him fast and talk some sense to his head. I turned around the place and tried to locate him. I finally saw him not far from where my dongsaeng is still fighting but now with only one opponent. Seems that the other two failed. I felt a short time of relief before I saw the most hated guy at the other end. Aiming his gun directly on my dongsaeng head while staring at me. I know what he is planning. To take away all of my loved ones while I’m there to witness it. My heart just dropped. I saw at the corner of my eyes there’s a movement from where the person that I seeked. I ran with full speed to my dongsaeng and covered him with my body from the oncoming bullet. 

I felt like everything is on slow motion. I felt something small but hard penetrate through my head. My head feels like something just exploded inside. I can only registered ringing sounds in my head ; Some sound around me; My dongsaeng’s shocked face who tried to hold me upright but my unsupported weight brought me and him down.

“HYUNG!!!!!!” I heard him shout and another shout somewhere near.

“HYUNG!!!!! NO!!!! WHY DID YOU SHOOT HIM?!!!!!!!!!!!!” I heard the one that I seeked shouted.

“HYUNG!!!! DON’T GO PLEASE..” My dongsaeng pleaded. “NOT YOU TOO.” He shouted at me with tears rolling down his face.

I lifted my hand to wipe his tears away before it fell down again. I don’t have energy to lift my hand. 

“P-P-Please take c-care of J-Jihyun for me.” I croaked and coughed between the blood that came out from my mouth. “T-Tell her that I-I love her and I-I-I’m sorry.” I coughed and heaved my chest trying to breathe in more oxygen. My head is pounding like hell. My vision is getting cloudy and darker.

“You tell her yourself hyung. Please don’t close you eyes. HYUNG!!!!” he screamed.

I can’t hold my consciousness anymore. The last thing I heard was a voice that I long to hear again. The one that I seek.

“HYUNG!!!! HYUNG!!!! I’M SORRY. I DON’T MEAN THIS TO HAPPEN. I LOVE YOU HYUNG!!!!"

Nothing can reach me after that for I just let go of my consciousness but I can feel my mouth formed a smile before darkness consume me.


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To be continued...


A/N:
*namdongsaeng = Younger brother

That's the prologue of Gangsta Boy. What do you guys think? Suits your taste?  All of you must be wondering as who is who in this fic right. :) You may take a guess. ^_^ I won't say anything about the story. I have posted up this story in SFI too. So those who is in SFI may encounter this there too. :) Enjoy reading. :D

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