[M] MOURN FOR VENDETTA | YEONBIN

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Choi Yeonjun likes the idea of him being a good person.

But, of course, he always does the opposite.

Yes, he went out every night and got himself drunk, to the point of waking up unaware who he ended up fucking with.

Yes, he's done drugs- buy, sell, and use.

Yes, he's hurt people to get what he wanted and leave them with a satisfied smile pasted on his face.

Yes, he's willing to kill a person as well.

Yes, he's born to use guns— both for justice and crime.

FBI and Mafias.

Does that make him a bad person?

Yes, maybe?

But as Choi Yeonjun drives his Ducati XDiavel towards the steel gates of the Lee mansion, he can't help but smirk.

Fuck, yeah! He is a bad person, maybe more than the others.

But the thing is, he doesn't regret any single bit of it.

He's too busy to even think that.

People in this world are too pristine.

Too afraid of not achieving great successes, too scared of not living a life full of joy. But in fear of derailing, they don't live up to what they could. They spend their youth studying, their adult life working, and then die sad because they never got to live the way they want.

Too late.

Choi Yeonjun is 21, his lungs filled with ashy smoke and his stomach filled with desire for the immoral.

A hunger to get more, more, and more- until it soaks up his entirety.

No, he would never kill innocent people just for the thrill of it. But killing money hungry capitalists who have ruined lives? Yeah, that sounds like vicious, and villainous fun that he's willing to have.

Yeonjun's motorcycle let out fumes of smoke, circling behind him and eventually evaporating into the air. It let out a loud roar as he revved it up for a second or two, still outside the gates of the Lee mansion.

The Lee's. A ruthless family of criminals, masterminds of the underworld. Years of nepotism and lawless misconduct made the Lee family one of the biggest mafias in the world with the worst reputation. They steal, they sell, they buy, and they kill.

The police disgust them. Low-life people fear them.

And Yeonjun wants to be a part of them.

Choi Yeonjun feels like this is the right place for him.

"Name?" A man sitting inside a glass box with granite surfaces asked, dark glasses perched on his nose, hiding his eyes or any emotion he'd convey. He had a small device in his ear, from which he spoke to men on the inside of the house.

"Choi Yeonjun." The boy rasped, chewing gum slowly, making sure the movement of his teeth was intimidating.

He was nervous, of course he was, but he had to seem intimidating.

The man mumbled some words into the device, and then looked at Yeonjun, "You can enter."

The gates opened, leading to miles of green and long-established mansion, with walls of gray and windows of black. Clearly ancient, with crumbling cement and an earthly musk. It seemed almost vacant from the outside, lifeless.