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.
Yes, there were cars parked on the outside, and the sounds of ferocious barks tethering from inside. But it seemed lifeless.
Yeonjun was aware that he'd have to live here, but it just looked so... dark.
Yes, this whole ordeal was rather dark. Evil, even. But he couldn't even imagine anyone living in this house for years and years without going insane.
Not one flower in sight. Not one bright color. Just dull, dark, impending doom.
Well. He did sign up for this.
Yeonjun drove the motorcycle till the entrance of the mansion, across paved gravel. Luxurious cars lines nearby, and two men stood outside the gates dressed in black, hidden behind dark shades again.
Yeonjun parked the motorcycle and got off it, feeling the smoke emitted from the roaring engine. Yeonjun walked up to the two men, his red hair wrapped in a bandana, eyebrows dark and eyes sharp. He was wearing a jet-black polo, along with a jacket.
"We need to check you. You shouldn't have anything before you enter." One of the men said, and Yeonjun just smirked and stretched his hands by his side, knowing the procedure.
He felt the man's hands pat down his sides and back.
"Woah, at least take me on a date first." Yeonjun snickered, feeling the man's hands pat down his ass.
The man possessed a look of annoyance on his face, "Empty your pockets." The man said, his voice deep. Yeonjun took out the keys to his motorcycle and a stick of gum.
"Gum?" He asked, and Yeonjun could tell the man rolled his eyes, even though he couldn't see them. He snickered when the man grabbed it, and flicked it off to the side.
"Ay, come on, don't litter." Yeonjun said smugly, smirking at the clear irritation on this dude's face. He moved away from Yeonjun.
"You can go in." He said, and Yeonjun winked at him before entering the mansion.
Okay, it doesn't look anything like it did on the outside. On the inside, the floors were marble, with a huge chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Grand staircases aligned to the side, leading upstairs. Huge paintings hung on the sides of the family, he presumes.
One big family portrait on the side of a man, who he knows as Lee Minhyuk, the Mafia Leader, a cold-blooded, vicious man who had killed thousands of people. You could sense evil from the glint in his eye, and Yeonjun assumes the whole family is that way.
The family portrait was of him and two boys standing on either side. They looked like on the same age, maybe just one year apart, or maybe they are just half siblings. The one looked like the father, so Yeonjun assumed the other one looked like their mother.
"Choi Yeonjun." A voice said, and Yeonjun looked to see a man walking towards him, his hair ash gray, swooped up. Behind the man, stood two men, again with shades not showing their emotions.
"The one and only." Yeonjun said, and the man snickered, already amused by his attitude.
"I'm Park Seonghwa. Capo of the Lee Mafia." Seonghwa said, and Yeonjun nodded.
A Capo was like the leader of the crew, and handed down instructions given from the boss to the men working within.
"Come with me." Seonghwa said, and Yeonjun followed the man through the giant house.
"Now, I've read over your files. I'm surprised you've done a lot of work as criminal associates from a young age. I'm assuming you know lots about the Lee criminal family, everyone does. He has one son, who will take over once the boss himself passes away." Seonghwa explained.
"One son? I saw two in that painting by the entrance." Yeonjun said, and Seonghwa looked at him, eyes lamenting with questionable mirth.
"He died three years ago. Anyway, you do know joining the Mafia is not like joining any normal job. You will have to prove your loyalty." Seonghwa explained, and then told the two guards to wait outside, and entered a room.
The room was dim, with guns hung on the walls, along with computers on tables and such. He's assuming it's some sort of an equipment room.
"I'm aware. I'm willing to do anything to join the Mafia." Yeonjun said, looking around the room.
Seonghwa stood behind him as he looked around, seeing pictures of previous accomplishments on the wall.
Suddenly, Yeonjun turned around, and he froze.
Seonghwa stood there, gun lifted, barrel pointing right at Yeonjun's head. Seonghwa held a dark look, his finger against the trigger.
Yeonjun smirked, craning his head back a little, "You gonna shoot me?" Yeonjun asked, his voice eerily calm for the situation he was placed in.
Seonghwa snickered and eased his hand down, chucking the handgun to the side, "Nah. It's just fun to scare newbies. That was pretty impressive, Yeonjun."
"You can't just shoot people, and then be scared to bullets at the same time. Criminal life doesn't work that way. Been doing this long enough to not be scared of bullets." Yeonjun snickered, and saw Seonghwa take out some documents from a drawer, his back to Yeonjun.
Yeonjun let out a small sigh of relief. Holy fucking shit! That was fucking scary. Sure, he pretended like it didn't scare him, but on the inside, he almost peed himself.
Seonghwa could've easily just shot him right there, no one would have cared. No one would find out he died there. Just the thought of it made Yeonjun scared- no, he was fucking terrified.
"You need to sign a few documents, ya know just regular stuff stating that you're part of this and if we get caught by the police you're getting caught as well." Seonghwa said, and Yeonjun hummed when Seonghwa handed him a pen.
"Yup." Yeonjun mumbled, and quickly scribbled his signature down on the paper. Seonghwa grabbed the pen from him, and then put the paper to the side.
"Now, come on. It's time for you to meet the big boss." Seonghwa smirked, and Yeonjun blinked, trying to seem like he wasn't intimidated or nervous.
Yeonjun followed him out of the room and up the stairs. Seonghwa reached a room and knocked on it, a certain pattern was identified. The door opened, and the two entered an even more lavish room with single desk in the middle. Behind the desk was a huge portrait of a woman, younger, beautiful.
The smell of cigar and whiskey radiated through the room, and Yeonjun saw the man with black hair sitting on the seat, a younger man beside him, explaining something to him.
"-and the drug cartel will be shipping to us by tomorrow morning." The man with blonde hair said.
There's a man in the chair, who Yeonjun can only assume is Minhyuk Lee himself.
"Great. Our men should bring it in by tomorrow noon, if not, then you're getting shot in the head. Understood?" The older man said, voice deep and stricken. The way he sat and spoke just flared power, and sent shivers down Yeonjun's spine.
The blonde haired boy's eyes widened, and Yeonjun looked a bit confused as well.
"I'm only joking, Jongho." The old man said, and began huffing out loud laughter. Jongho let out a nervous laugh, and Seonghwa laughed as well. Yeonjun just stood there, witnessing the event.
"Sir, this is Yeonjun. Our new soldier." Seonghwa explained, and Minhyuk stood up.
"Choi Yeonjun, eh? How old are you?" Minhyuk asked, and Yeonjun cleared his throat before speaking up.
"21, Sir."
"Young, then. You can work with my son. He's only 19, and you can guess how teenagers are. Where is he, Seonghwa?" Minhyuk asked, voice still deep, showing clear indication of heavy smoking. A glass of whiskey lay on his table, label was broken.
Minhyuk grabbed another glass from the other table and poured the whiskey, Yeonjun smelled its aroma.
"Drink this up, and don't worry, I didn't put a poison there, if I'll kill you, I'll love to see your torture death, not an instant one." Minhyuk chuckled, and then handed Yeonjun the glass.
Yeonjun nodded, and then grabbed the glass and smelled it, "Bourbon." He mumbled, and then gulped it all down.
"You can guess it just by smelling?" The man asked.
"I trained myself before, Sir." Yeonjun said.
"I see, I hope that's not the only talent you have."
"Surprisingly, it's not. I have a lot to show, well, you won't be able to see it if you reject me, Sir." Yeonjun smirked, trying to calm the intense atmosphere.
The man snickered, "I like your energy."
"I think he's at training right now, Sir. With Beom." Seonghwa said, and Minhyuk hummed.
"Tell them to get here right now. Yeonjun, you are aware of the act you will have to commit to prove your loyalty, right?" Minhyuk asked, and Yeonjun nodded quickly.
Minhyuk laughed, voice heavy and hoarse, "That's my favorite part of recruiting soldiers. Jongho, what did you have to do?" Minhyuk asked, and Jongho snickered.
"Kill a police officer in a broad daylight, Sir." Jongho said, and Minhyuk laughed even harder. Evil.
"Ah, that was rather entertaining." Minhyuk said, and Yeonjun hummed, because it didn't sound entertaining at all for him.
He hopes he doesn't have to do some stupid shit which will most likely land him in instant jail.
The door creaked open, and Yeonjun heard footsteps walk in. He didn't turn around to notice who walked in, too busy looking around the room, taking in every single detail.
"Yeonjun, this is Beomgyu, our other Capo." Seonghwa explained, and Yeonjun turned around and saw the man who Seonghwa was talking about.
He had a brown-black hair. His face not showing any emotion, he rather looked innocent. But he wears this poker face, as if saying he didn't take any shit.
"Beomgyu, I thought my son was with you?" Minhyuk said, and Beomgyu cleared his throat, looking a little hesitant.
"Yes, Sir. He- um- he's coming." Beomgyu mumbled, and Minhyuk gruffed and sat down on his leather seat.
"How was his shooting training? Is he improving?" Minhyuk asked, and Beomgyu just nodded quickly. Minhyuk looked passive, almost like he didn't really care about this information.
"It was good, Sir. He's doing better." Beomgyu said, and Yeonjun couldn't help but feel like Beomgyu was lying. Now, he doesn't know him, but he felt hesitance in his tone.
Suddenly, the door opened. Yeonjun didn't turn to see who came in, keeping his stance similar, eyes on portrait beside him.
He swears the other one boy in the painting looks a little similar...
"There he is." Seonghwa mumbled quietly, and Yeonjun slowly moved his eyes up to see who walked in. All he saw was the back of someone's head. The boy turned around slowly, and instantly— Yeonjun's eyes widened.
OH SHIT-
It was the boy.
The boy Yeonjun fucked last week. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
Yeonjun was frozen, eyes widened as he looked at the boy standing behind the leather chair.
He was wearing a green polo shirt and tight black skinny jeans, his black hair swooped back a little, looking nothing like he did that day on the bed, in an oversized shirt and hair falling on his forehead.
"Yeonjun, meet my son, Soobin."
Soobin slowly moved his eyes towards the boy, and when he saw him, he froze as well. Soobin's eyes widened, mouth falling open.
"Soobin, are you alright?" Jongho asked tentatively, and Soobin closed his mouth shut, and blinked furiously pretending like his mind wasn't spinning in 1000 kilometers per second.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, father, have you thought of what the loyalty pack is going to be?" Soobin asked, a slight smirk on his lips. It seemed like Yeonjun's presence hadn't shaken him at all. Yeonjun's eyes were still widened, eyebrows furrowed.
That boy that day— the one who said he was a 'baker', who was in a huge shirt and boxers, who was whimpering under Yeonjun— this is the same guy?
The boy in front of Yeonjun looked smug, almost a little cocky, with his hair swooped back and smirk on his lips. He had the same flare of confidence that his father emitted and— Yeonjun was still freaking out.
"Choi Yeonjun. To prove your loyalty, to show us you are truly capable of joining the Lee Mafia— you will have to do something very simple." Mr. Lee said, now standing up.
Yeonjun gulped visibly, and that caused Mr. Lee to smirk.
"You will have to kill the last person you slept with."
Seonghwa snickered. Beomgyu laughed. Jongho grinned. Mr. Lee just had the same villainous smirk on his face. Soobin paled. Yeonjun gulped, fingers tightening beside him.
"Y-Yeah, okay." Yeonjun let out, and then looked at the man in front of him.
The man known to kill without caring, to have the worst reputation in the underworld.
And yeah, the task would've been simple. Very simple. In fact, Yeonjun would've done it in any minute from now.
Yeonjun is so fucked.