𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥0.4シ

jisung was in the meeting room of roni's, waiting for his new trainer to arrive. shaking his leg up and down in nervousness and fear, a few minutes later, roni entered in the room.

"hey jisung, let me introduce you to your professional trainer" roni spoke.
jisung immediately got up as he saw a very muscular guy, around his early twenties maybe, walking in the room.

jisung gulped.

"jisung, jung-woo and jung-woo, jisung. you both can talk privately later, firstly, let's go through a few files".

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after their meeting, the two boys went on a little walk to get to know eachother in the garden grounds.

"so, jung-woo hyung-"

"dont, just call me uncle,"

jisung blinked. "okay, well then, uncle jung-woo, how old are you?"

jung-woo cleared his throat before replying. "28, what about you?". jisung slightly widened his eyes, "well damn because i am 16"

jung-woo nodded. "oh wow you're young". jisung slightly chuckled. "so jisung, tell me more about your, assassination skills, do you know how to fight a little or should we go through things all from the beginning?"

"i know absolutely no shit" jisung innocently smiled.

jung-woo chuckled and patted jisungs head. "then we shall start from the beginning, you need not worry ji"

jung-woo stared into his eyes carefully, as if jisung was his own son.

jisung smiled, making jung-woo smile. "well kiddo, wanna hear how i became an assassin?"

jisung immediately nodded.

"why not we sit down, it's a long story."

they both took a seat at a nearby bench and jung-woo inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"it was a long ride..."

"it sounds like it was hard"

"oh it was kiddo, it was. i went through so much, ill start from the beginning."

jung-woo's past:

my parents were quite disappointed when i was born, they didn't have any idea of having a boy, let alone child.
i remember my mom hitting me. it was so much torture.

my dad, on the other hand, was just, a bully. he would hold me when my mom would hit, it was that type of duo.

i remember when i was 11, i was sleeping and my mom threw me down the balcony window and i didn't even notice because i was sick and couldn't get up. i was admitted in the hospital because my neighbors saw me on the ground outside, bruised so they called the police.

and for the first time, my parents acted like humans.

they came to the hospital and, and hugged me.

and for the first time i thought they were good people.

so when the police asked me if they hit me or something, i said no.

i was naive, and weak to understand that what i said was a mistake.

the exact day i was able to leave the hospital, my mom beat me up so much, that i went blind in one eye. it was terrifying.