Have you ever heard the saying that goes, hell is empty and the devil is here? Despite being near to heaven, Chenle was tied up on a chair in the middle of a dark and abandoned warehouse. Suddenly a dim light flashed through the room and he saw Kun and JYP smirking in front of him. He stared at Kun, in vulnerability, scared and wishing for nothing more than a calming embrace to ease his fear.
"Let me go, Mr Park. Let's settle this man to man. No guns, just us," Chenle demanded, attempting to release his wrists and ankles from the rope's tight grip.
"Fine, let's end this here once and for all, Chenle Zhong," JYP agreed signaling Xiaojun to undo the knots. Kun huffed in frustration. He knew, his son was stubborn but this was not the time to challenge a man with both viciousness and experience.
"This is not Hell's dungeon, Chenle," Kun thought to himself.
"Excuse me, Sir. But there's..." Xiaojun tried to explain after one of the men showed him his computer screen.
"Save it, Xiaojun. Let me kill him first," his boss interrupted, earning a reluctant nod.
The tension rose, as both rivals readied their fists to launch their long-awaited attacks at each other. Chenle's first punch at JYP's jaw was lightning-quick. Just as he was about to throw another one, JYP sidestepped, grabbing Chenle's arm mid-air and twisting it behind his back. Chenle grunted, resisting the sharp, radiating pain. He stomped on JYP's foot, loosening his grip, and flipped forward to break free.
"You still think you have what it takes?" JYP challenged, piercing into the teenager's uncertain eyes, "Your parents were just a warning."
Chenle's eyes darkened. "You didn't warn them, you murdered them. And you're going to pay."
JYP dodged Chenle's punches with effortless precision, retaliating with a powerful kick to Chenle's stomach. Chenle gasped, feeling the impact travel throughout his entire body. He steadied himself, wiping a thin trail of blood from his lip, his face red in anger.
"Justice is for the naive," JYP commented with a scoff. He walked towards the teenager, pressing his weak figure against the wall by his neck, "The real world runs on power, not fairness. They should have known that."
Chenle took a deep breath. With a surge of energy, he kneed JYP in the ribs, forcing him to stumble backward.
"Then I'll show you power," the teenager spat, "Power in the fact that you'll never be able to run from what you did."
JYP frowned in aggravation. He prepared to give another hard and merciless strike after slipping his brass knuckles onto his fingers. Chenle braced himself, feeling the exhaust of his pilgrimage finally catching up with him. He was ready to risk his life to end this hunt. To finally close the chapter written by his family's ashes.
"I'm sorry for leaving you, my friends," Chenle thought, thinking about Jisung, Jaemin and Jeno.
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Suddenly, the echo of rapid gunshots sounded throughout the warehouse, alarming all the members of the Park mafia except JYP who wore a maniacal grin, hypnotized by his thirst for the end of the Zhong bloodline. Kun smirked, knowing exactly who it was.
"Stop!" Kun shouted, waking his boss up from his trance, right before he could punch the death into Chenle.
"Xiaojun, what's happening?"
"S-sir, someone in this building sent our location to the famous security agency from SMTown called NCT," Xiaojun explained, "The sender's identity search pointed out that it was your assistant, Mr Kun."
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Heaven - Chensung 🔞
FanfictionDear Diary Jisung and I where from different worlds. His crime and mine justice. But one thing was true, both of us were in hell. Forced to be something we didn't want to be. I wouldn't say we where a perfect match but he fit into me quite well. �...
