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[#1] The Untrained

"Any last words before you spend the rest of your life in prison?" 

The boy uttered his words in a demanding manner. As he spoke, the men around him worshipped him as if he was holding the whole entire globe just by his fingers. 

Of course, He was always on point and never did anything that'd disappoint anyone around him. Well, that was also his weakness. 

"Jeongin, Looks like the cat caught his tongue, Take him and roast him to death, will you?" with a small nod on his head, the mentioned lad snapped his fingers and a few men, dressed in all black dragged the man out of the abounded building. 

The sun was almost setting, And the boy glanced at the evening sky one more time, adoring the beauty of it. 

"Roast him to death? We don't do Barbecue here." 

"That was a metaphor, or an idiom, I don't know what it's called—" 

"Gyu, you have a meeting in five, Shall we?" 

"Yeonjun-Hyung can handle it—" 

"Of course he can't! C'mon, it's not the time to get me fucking started about them. Do they even have dicks and asses left? They are inseparable, geez. And it's prioritizing the CIA, not the Mafia, so You should do it, now, come." the taller boy groaned and huffed out, nodded his head and followed his best friend. 

Beomgyu— Choi Beomgyu was his glorious name, It apparently reminded his father of a tiger and that's why Beomgyu is Beomgyu today. Yes, yes, As much as this would sound like a typical fanfiction in wattpad, Author-nim has to mention that he was the son of the head of an agency. 

Agency? 

The Hwarangs, the name itself means loyalty, wildness, purity, and honesty, and Hwarang was a private CIA that took down most of the crimes of filthy people.

The Mafias preferred calling them 'the tigers', It was like a codename. For your reference, All mafias weren't bad at all, there are legal-mafia gangs that helps The Hwarangs with their mission like what Yeonjun's mafia do, but heck, don't even get me started about some of the gangs. 

Back to Beomgyu. Growing up, He did have fun, He was never taught to kill innocent lives and was true to his career in every aspect. When he walked in, the whole crowd would shut their mouths and just stare at the boy like he was a five course meal.

The boy basically had everyone wrapped around his finger, and well, Beomgyu was nasty sometimes. But let's leave that for later. It was probably freedom that made the boy who he is today, he barely gave two fucks about what happened around him, well he did care, but people failed to understand him.

"Gyu, If you put the devil in you into a chamber fkr a while, I'll tell you something."

Beomgyu looked back, amusedly. He pouted and shrugged, basically asking Jeongin to go ahead.

"Your dad... Had some rules for you, I didn't tell you about that earl—"

"Uh, what?! But you said this mission was something he has given to me without his stupid rules! Are you kidding me?" When Jeongin sheepishly handed the paper to Beomgyu, he almost bursted.

Well, although Beomgyu was always carefree, his mom and dad paid a hella lot attention on him. They didn't like the fact that Beomgyu spent almost every night in a strip club or a regular club, partying. And they didn't like the fact that he would sometimes hook up with people and leave them the very next day. 

Mrs. Irene, Beomgyu's mom always would twist his ear dramatically enough, and say, "If you go around making people moan your name and leave them the very next day, I'll be the one who'll make you yell my name, asking me to stop whoopin' your ass with your dad's belt!"