j.a.n.g.m.i • jayhoon

f.o.u.r.t.e.e.n

As soon as the two got home, the maids we re ordered to take Jangmi out of the house whilst Sunghoon contacted Heeseung. He made way to the car, nodding firmly at the chauffeur, Benni. Getting into the black SUV, he speaks into the phone.

"Get me that boy now."

The door was close shut and locked,
shouts of profanity and bodyguards
grunting filled the silence. Echoing
throughout the old building, a body
is slammed against the concrete. Skin
hitting cement.

"What the fuck!"

"You two, guard the doors with the rest of the men," Sunghoon crosses his arms and legs as he sat on the single chair under the light. "I'm going to take some time to get to know him. You, take his blindfold off."

One out of three bodyguards walked
Over, silent. He rips the bag off the
figure's head, and tossing it onto the
floor before leaving.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The victim
screamed, unable to fight because of
the rope around his wrists and ankles.
"Son of a bitch, I'll goddamn murder
you!"

Sunghoon tsked, "Young ones are
always so awfully egoistical." He stands up, walking to crouch down in front of him. "Tell me your connections with Sim Jaeyun and Park Jongseong, Niki."

Niki was heavily breathing, his heart racing as fast as it could possibly can. Sweat already dripped down his skin, and his body was trembling- not because of fear, but of shock.

He took a moment to look at his face
before glaring. "Fuck," saliva leaves his lips as he spits right in his face, "You, cunt."

Sunghoon calmly wiped his cheek
with his sleeve, nodding nonchalantly.
Standing up, clenching his fists. He
steps back, deeply staring at Niki before winding his leg back and harshly kicking the boy's chest as if he was a soccer ball. He could feel his ribcage touch his shoe.

Niki was kicked onto his back, painfully losing his breath. He lets
out a shrilling yelp, as he coughs.
Hyperventilating.

Sunghoon puts his hands in his pockets, towering Over the boy- his feet on the sides of Niki's thighs. He leans down. "Let me ask again. Tell me your connections with Sim Jaeyun and Park Jongseong or you won't be able to go home alive."

"...Did you think my men wouldn't
catch you peeping? I have the most
brilliant minds on my side, and they
know when someone's being naughty," He seethed, "They saw you walk into Jay's house with Jaeyun. I have all the information I need, so you might as well tell me now. It'll be easier for the both of us."

"..You don't know anything!" Niki
coughed, "What are you? A gang? Drug dealer? Police? Stay the fuck away, our gang has nothing you want."

"Gang?" Sunghoon scoffs, frowning.
"Did I hear that right? You're in a
gang?"

"We're the Mortala, motherfucker,"
Niki spat, pushing himself up without hands. He sits up the best he can, wincing slightly. "Been around for years. No bitches like you are gonna kill us off!"

"Who's your leader?"

"None of your business."

Sunghoon grunted, grabbing him by
the head. "Who the fuck is your leader? I won't ask again." He grabs something from his back pocket.

A pistol, silenced. He pressed it against Niki's chin. "If you're not afraid to die, then I'll let you watch your whole family die in front of you then. See how much you worth life for. Your mother works as a waiter in Seoul and convenient store cashier, always working because she has to raise two kids all by herself. You don't have a job because she wants you to focus on high School, yes?"

Niki's eyes widened, the first face
of fear Sunghoon seen. "D-Don't you
fucking dare hurt her! I'll kill you! I'm
gonna fucking kill you!" He screams.

"Then tell me." Sunghoon hissed. "Give me the name, Niki."

"Jay!" Niki yells, "It's Jay!"

Sunghoon let him go, throwing his face back down into the floor. "Take him home" He says toward the bodyguard. "I don't care if he tells everybody what happened, and tell the chauffeur to start the car."

He glanced one more at the boy on the floor before walking away.

"...The Mortal is dead to me."