Weak Hero| Butterflies [Donald Na x Reader]

Five Minutes

Summary: Baekjin's thoughts after the fight against Eunjang.

Note: TW: there is a part talks about non-con stuff (thinking about it, but doesn't go through with it).

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As Baekjin sat on a bench, eating his chocolate and overlooking the river, he thought about what he was going to do going forward.

The fight was over. He won. And the Union was temporarily disbanded.

Baekjin had carefully thought out this whole night, how it would go, and how likely he was to win. Despite the surprise the White Mamba gave him during the fight, he still won. As he predicted, even if a part of him wished that he didn't win. It all went exactly how he thought it would go, including the ambush from Myles Joo and Manwol.

He now had to consider what he would do going forward.

Although he did want to officially and permanently disband the Union, he did not do so, because, in the worst-case scenario, he had that to fall back on. A sort of safety net if he wasn't successful in setting himself up in a more legitimate manner.

His only plan was to leave Yeongdeungpo. He had already secured an apartment, found a school that was looking forward to having someone with his grades transfer there, and even found a job. He did plan on eventually setting up his own consulting firm to do work like he did for his business partners, only he would be doing it legally. He knew that he would need to wait until after high school for that business to flourish, as he was a minor still.

If he was able to get his life on the right track, then he would be one step closer to being worthy... of friends, of affection, of life.

Even dressed in these expensive clothes, holding more money than he knew what to do with, he still felt like that poor little kid who was so unlovable that he was starved, beaten, and hated. And he didn't want to feel like that anymore.

He didn't want to pretend to be someone else to get respect and attention. He wanted to be himself. He wanted to be accepted as he was.

He didn't think that he was asking for much.

He got to experience some of that with you, but it wasn't enough. He had wanted more from you, and you always selfishly held back from him. He knew you were scared of being vulnerable because he was also scared of that. He never told you how much he loved you, because he didn't want to be the first one to say it. He knew how stupid that was. How childish it was. Maybe you two were just too immature. Maybe he had forced a relationship that neither was ready for. Still... despite all this, he didn't regret going after you. He just wished that there wasn't this misunderstanding about the rumors, because he never wanted to end the relationship like that.

He would have ended the relationship anyway, but he didn't want it to end like this. He wanted to make you feel like he was the center of your world. That night you had come over, he was planning on fucking you until your mind was blank and all you could think about was him.

And then he would have broken up with you.

Because then, you would have remembered him forever. You would wait, patiently, for him to return. And he would return. When he was able to completely shed this gangster life. And he wanted you to wait for him.

It didn't go as planned, of course, because you were too afraid and he didn't want to force you. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The thought did cross his mind. You were there on his bed, almost completely naked and ready to go. All he had to do was wrap a hand around your pretty little neck and you would have had no choice but to let him do what he wanted to you.