Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol 52

The ride from prison to back in real world was filled with silence.

Seungcheol looked around as he finally got out of the taxi, a sense of familiarity washing over his face as he stared at the house in front of his sight.

This was house that Seungcheol bought years before but never bothered to use it. Hell, he just bought it on a whim, almost like a wish he had to own a house of his own, but it was too large for one person, and Seungcheol being the one man army, refused to use it.

He tried to though, when the keys of the house were handed to him, he lived in that space for a while. Few days, and he spent all of it in adjusting the furnitures, cleaning the place, arranging and disarranging things again and again only to accept that the place was too big for one person.

And it was kind of lonely.

So Seungcheol locked the door next day, forgetting the fact that something like a house had existed. Buying a house was his one of the not so thought through choices, but as Seungcheol now was looking back at it, he thought maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

He can live here. And if not here, he don't know where else he was supposed to go.

Seungcheol walked through the small garden that was just before the small, three people, or maybe four people house. The grasses still somehow managed to grow in that neglected field, and that just made him wonder if along the house he was also supposed to take care of garden as well.

He sighed, already feeling tired when he haven't even opened the lock of the main door. If Mingyu was here with him, managing these all would have been a piece of cake.

But he wasn't here, not yet. So everything that was supposed to done was on Seungcheol. The man looked around for a while, absorbing his Neighbourhood. There was a house just in front of his own, and his own was situated in between two houses from each side. Back then, he never really cared about the neighborhood fact.

But time had changed, and so had Seungcheol. The houses in front of his own looked alive, unlike his own, dull, died, and which was untouched from years.

When Seungcheol put the key inside the lock, all he thought was that he was going to do his best. He had spent too much of his time doing absolutely nothing, being a coward, ignoring his responsibilities over his own life.

He was not going to repeat any of that mistakes anymore. This house will become home. He will try his best.

But alone, no matter how much he was going to try, everything will be fruitless. A home never consisted of one person, Seungcheol can't do that alone.

He needed his two idiots. He needed Jeonghan.

Without him, without them, this empty space can never become a home.

Entering inside was more strange than what Seungcheol had expected it will be. The door creaked opened as it allowed him to take his steps inside. Seungcheol did as well, letting his eyes wonder around the house.

It was a mess.

And it was going to take forever for Seungcheol to set it all at once.

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"So?" The officer sitting on his chair looked over the guard that just entered inside, "What's the report of today?"

"Nothing new sir." The guard stood before him, watching the officer leave his chair and walk around the selves of different files, "He is same as always. Maybe more silent? I don't know, I haven't seen much of him from two days. He barely make himself known and only comes out of his cell to eat. He is nothing like before."