A Soft Place to land

1- prologue

AN: Dear readers, the events of this story were written before weak hero reached it's conclusion - thus this work is a big canon divergence not only in plot but also in relation to Donald/Baekjin Na.

Enjoy the story!
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One word,

Blinding.

Wolf was referring to the spectacular neon signs that are, oh-so bombastically covering every inch of the outside of that Nightclub, which was just across from Wolf's office and shady hiding place. Of course, Wolf wasn't actually hiding.

He was just taking his sweet time with a cigarette held delicately between his fingers, leaning by the backdoor of his office building- That so happened to be in a grungy dark alleyway. He'd escape there every saturday night, when his work superiors go out for a company dinner. They always ask him to come drink with them, that in which he always declines.

Reason being, it's a nuisance handling drunk co-workers and he, himself (although he hates to admit it) has a pretty low alcohol tolerance.

Anyways, though in a scarily dark but silent alleyway, he finds it quite enjoyable watching the shenanigans that ensue from the mouth of the alley. There are drunkards, drunkards and their prissy high-pitched girlfriends, and stray cats fighting over scraps to entertain him as he takes his smoke break. Especially on nights like this, where the club is unusually filled to the brim with party goers and adrenaline seekers.

That's when the craziest shit happens.

Gang fights, Teenagers who get caught drinking without an ID, bottles being thrown and smashed against walls. Wolf has seen all of it- and what does he do about it? Absolutely nothing.

Yeah, he knows that it's dangerous and many of the things he encounters are illegal (his parents would kill him if they knew). But this is just about the only kind of dangerous he can actually experience as of now, as an office worker in his mid-twenties that has miraculously been promoted to sales manager (through a bunch of half-assed reports).

His adult life is so starkly different than how he thought it would be back in highschool. Highschool could be counted as his 'golden years'- he actually had the power to control people, heck, even control his entire school.

Although, he kept in mind that he was only able to do that because he was associated with Donald Na. Ever since the arrest of Donald, the union split-up and those who originally were in favour of him slowly dispersed into nothingness.

Just like Wolf did.

So here he is, an Office worker in Seoul with nothing better to do than smoke and watch other people ruin their livers in the heat of the night. Comical, almost. Proof that even Wolf's unbreakable pride broke eventually.

After the entire Donald Na incident, the former members of the Union never met ever again, and it became an unspoken rule between the members to Ignore the impact of Donald's disappearance and to just move on with life. Like that, Wolf's 'Golden Years' ended on a bitter note, and he was off to college where he had to face reality and come up with actual plans for himself.

If he'd have told his past self to sit his ass down and start doing things that are actually useful, perhaps his life now would be less depressing. Wolf thought to himself bitterly, taking another swig of his cigarette and exhaling smoke into the cold air.

Watching the smoke disappear, Wolf noticed something shift from further down the alleyway. 'Another Drunk person? This early into the night? It's barely 12 am.' He squinted, trying to make out the shape of the person who was slowly but steadily walking towards him.