Broken (MinSung 18+)

Backstory: Changbin

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Brew coffee. Take a shower. Make eggs. Cut fruit. Brush teeth. 

Changbin had a simple morning routine, but it was starting to take more out of him each day. He had to fight his own brain to justify the mental effort it took to cook eggs, to slice fruit into bitable pieces, to step into the shower when he knew he'd walk out cold.

 Another day in his shitty apartment, another day of working odd jobs just to make ends meet. He was thankful that his complex had some sort of a gym- small as it was- because he couldn't afford a membership anywhere else. That'd be another bill to pay.

He sat down at the table, staring at the wood before picking up his fork. He was getting tired of eggs. Funny how he could love something one moment, but have it enough that he hates it the next.

His phone started ringing before he could even dig in, and he picked it up clicking his tongue. He needed to pay his phone bill before it got turned off. 

"Seo Changbin." Quiet and curt.

"Mr. Seo, thank you for taking my call. You've moved on to the final interview for the guard position we discussed last week. Thursday at 4pm, please be at Seoul Partners Housing. Sae-ji at the front desk will tell you where to go from there." It was the guy who'd taken his application and interviewed him twice, now. For the life of him, he couldn't remember the man's name, but it wasn't important. 

He was 21, well-built, and had a clean background. They didn't care that he didn't know how to fight or shoot or... anything, really. Lucky for him. 

"Thank you so much for the opportunity, sir. I look forward to it." He hung his phone up and took a deep breath, looking up at the single framed picture on his wall. One more step.

He traced the edges of the frame with his eyes before letting them land on the picture of his mother nearly 20 years ago, holding him in her arms and looking at the camera through squinted eyes and a full grin, laughing. Happy. That was taken away from her- away from him.

For the first six years, he just tried to get by, bouncing from home to home and learning how to make himself bigger, stronger. For this past year, he'd done some delving to find out what really happened to her. She'd had a boyfriend that he wasn't allowed to meet in the last year of her life. She seemed happy at first, and then slowly became more and more distant. 

The sparkle in her eyes was gone, and then she was.

It took him too long, in his opinion. He wasn't good with computers, couldn't find out how to get any proof about how she died- until he'd gone through her things sitting in a storage room. One box was enough to figure out that she was being mistreated by said boyfriend. That she wasn't allowed to go public with their relationship, that her entire life started being controlled by his.

Then he had a target. 

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"Sae-Ji, right?" The girl at the front desk nodded once, obviously unenthused about her job, if her bored stare at the computer paired with lack of eye contact or words was anything to go by. "I'm here for an interview for-"

She pointed to the elevator on her right and, without looking up, just said, "11th floor, take a right."

It didn't take him long. A short elevator ride with a couple of stops, and he was walking down a hideous red carpet with equally-as-hideous hallway wallpaper. There were a large set of floor-to-ceiling glass windows and a door on the right hand side of the hall- likely a conference room. Before he could even make it to the first glass panel, the door in the middle swung open.