Guns firing, people fighting ruthlessly, knives piercing through skin, sounds of bodies colliding with the floor, blood mixed with dirt on the concrete floor of the abandoned factory, heavy rain pouring down here, in Seoul. It was a battlefield. So many people were dead today.
But it was beautiful. Not exactly what someone would expect with the typical definition of beautiful. But an art. An art, which screamed illegal, portrayed crime and depicted death.
This honestly was no lesser than any of those battles which used to happen centuries ago. It was no longer a cat and dog fighting. Hundreds were dead yet another hundred were still fighting. Many people having the same thoughts..... 'How did it end up like this.....?' But no one even once thought of backing down; Fighting until they had even a drop of stamina inside them. All of them fought like hungry wolves. Wolves, hungry for blood.
Afterall, an assassin with heart, a mafia with kindness and a killer with pity, is better off- dead. No one would've had thought that this would turn out this bad. As many were fighting, someone shouted-
''Choi Minho- he's dead. Boss got his revenge!"
Bts, Mr.Lee and all the men left with them smiled proudly. Although, many were dead, they fulfilled their purpose. That revenge. Although bts didn't know how to fight that much, they still came to fight. They couldn't let Jeongguk come alone. Speaking of Jeongguk, where was he?
''Mr.Lee, where's Jeongguk?"
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.While they were eating their breakfast Jeongguk received a text. 'Oh? It's time for the show time, huh?' he thought.
Mr.Lee- Choi Minho is planning to attack us tomorrow. Come at the company. Let's finalize our plan. Let's get our revenge.
He drove to the company after informing the rest about his leave. They sat with Mrs.Lee in their meeting room for hours, discussing the perfect plan. The large blueprint of the abandoned factory was spread out on the wall. While searching, he also found something interesting... but decided not to tell anyone.
This was a proper battle. Everything had to be settled. There's nothing called as 'tie'. Either it's yours or it's theirs. Either you win and have it all or you lose and be dead.
This could turn out either way, but he wanted that revenge. It's not like his lovers won't lose their lives if he doesn't.
The whole company was eerily silent. As if they knew something will happen. Ofcourse they didn't actually know, but they could just feel it.
After the discussion it was already 8.00p.m. Jeongguk started making his way towards his car, an unwanted and unusual feeling present in the pit of his stomach. And he didn't like it. At all.
He opened the door of his car, when suddenly his phone rang. Unknown Number.
''Hello?"
''Abandoned factory. Now. You're dad's already here. Don't worry we'll leave him and let him fight with you.'' A voice which he knew too well spoke from the other side.
Father? Mr.Lee? No no no! He is still there, in the office with Mrs.Lee. Talking with her.
He rushed inside, pushing everything and everyone who came in his way. He barged inside only to find out Mrs.Lee talking with her second-hand in charge.
''Where's Mr.Lee!?" he shouted, one hand on the door handle and one on his knee.
''He went home to take some stuff. Why?" she asked with a confused expression.
His knees gave up and he slid down along the door. Not his dad. NOT his dad. He then stood up abruptly and shook Mrs.Lee. by her shoulders.
''Dad is with Minho, Dad is with Minho!!!!! Get everyone ready! NOW!"
''What do you mean? The fight was tomor-" But then she realized something.
The time was never mentioned.
He rushed out and drove to his home. After that, everything was in a blur. Getting ready, making them understand and now they were in front of the building.
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.''Mr.Lee, where's Jeongguk?"
Everyone went frantic again. Where the hell was their son/boyfriend/boss!? They started looking on different floors.
Suddenly a loud bang was heard. They followed the sound to the back of the factory. They stumbled on a body very much similar Choi Minho. His Brother.
They looked forward. Another body..... and it was Jeongguk's.
Jeon Lucifer Jeongguk is dying.
His boyfriends and crouched down towards him. He was still breathing.
''D-dad. Yeah, right. You are my dad. You always were. M-my dad. I love you. A-and all of you, here's a letter. Yes, I wr-wrote it just now. And there's something under my bed. I- I love you. Miss me, eh?" he said with difficulty but still with a huge smile, feeling short of breath.
''W-we love you too Gguk'' all of them said hugging him, his blood soaking their shirts.
He flashed them another bunny smile, before falling limp into their hands. They saw his smile. For the last time.
This was it. He's dead. But he's won already. Took his revenge, saved his remaining family. It was his victory. It was his reign. Choi Minho lost.
There were Polaroids. Under his bed. Since all those years. With dates and a note. Since starting, till the end. The last one was in their studio.
THE LETTERI'm dead now, ain't I? I knew it already. Yes, I did. It was bound to happen one day. I swore to myself that I'll protect you even if it costs my life. I love you. I didn't want to confess like this but this was my last chance. My love was always yours. Don't miss me too much, okay? I tried to make as many memories as I could, with all of you. Just remember that I love you. So much. I was a boy with so many flaws. I was broken, short-tempered, dumb and too messed up to be involved with a feeling as ecstatic and euphoric as love. But you all loved me. Fixed me. You gave me a purpose to live, but I'm sorry that I couldn't. I really wanted to. I wanted to make more memories with you but maybe it's my time, time to go. Always remem
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