Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏𝟓. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞

"He's not there? But Joseph told me he'll be there by eleven?"

The man spoke in a muffled voice through the phone as Jisung pulled at the strings of his black hoodie.

"He's not here!"

Jisung whispers, his head making up the worst scenarios.

What would he do if Joseph was already handed to BlackRose? What if he had confessed about Jisung and then been killed?

His uneasy eyes quest through the ocean of people in the underground market as he chews on his lip, troubled.

Gazing at the crowded places, he expects to surprisingly catch Joseph.

But was it possible to resolve the bundle of problems, before they befell?

Most probably not. But there were chances, maybe he would detect Joseph.

But now as it neared midnight, it seemed like a 1% chance.

He couldn't afford so much stress as someone suddenly ran into him, dropping things on the dirty ground.

He bends to pick the pouches of heroin and cocaine—several opioid drugs, the drugs labelled, not a big deal to see in a drug market.

Jisung glances up at the man when his eyes widen, the man busy gathering the fresh powder.

Joseph!?

Even though he wore concealing clothes to cover himself, Jisung still recognized the man.

This is my chance!

Jisung slyly slips a pouch in his pocket, the heaviest one, most expensive.

Joseph sprung up, ready to escape the night market without any racket, as he counted the packs, walking away.

But he halts when one, the most important one seemed to be missing.

Joseph turns back quickly, head twisting in every direction to find a black hooded guy, who stole from his deck.

But there were too many, very much alike to each other.

He grits his teeth, enraged as his phone suddenly goes off with a text message.

want ur pouch back? meet me at the turn of XXX street

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unknown | 11:57 PM

Seeing the exact pouch with a label of Crystal, he makes a run for the location. He was pretty close actually.

Huffing, he pauses at the sharp turn into a tunnel like alleyway, pitch black and endless.

He paces around the site for a while before texting back, haphazardly.

im here, where r u? make it quick bastard

unknown | 12:09 PM

Wiping the sweat on his forehead he waits.

ping!

that was fast, im here too

unknown | 12:11 PM

Joseph's eyes again hastily jolt from his phone to his surroundings.

But before he could turn back, he heard wind whooshing behind him followed by ear-ringing silence.

He falls to the ground with a thud, blood pooling around his head.

Jisung throws the baseball bat away in the dumpster, as he checks around.

Once he assured he was clear, he drags the heavy and limp body into a van.

"I told you he'll be there!"

"Whatever, drive now, quickly! Someone might catch us!"

Hyunjin, another one very new addition to his friendships.

After having heard of the rumor of Joseph shaking hands with Crystal, Jisung needed a link.

He'd heard of Hyunjin through Felix, that he was a hacker in the mafia.

Specifically, Crystal.

So he decided to make ends meet by tagging with Hyunjin, and soon he gained the other's trust.

Hyunjin, even though an enemy, was ready to help, knowing what happened to Han Jiwon.

He'd been very weak-hearted and empathetic. It was only out of sympathy or probably hate that Hyunjin agreed to help.

Why hate? Hyunjin was another one of Joseph's  targets.

His family was hunted down in a mass killing lead by Joseph, years ago when BlackRose was under Minho's father.

Joseph had put Hyunjin's family to a forever sleep, when he was merely 7.

Since then, all Hyunjin wanted was to blemish Joseph's life with all the horror he could.

And for that cause he joined the opposition just in order to find the right opportunity.

Once he was ready and once Joseph was put in the spot, he'd kill him the way he mercilessly sliced off his family.

Hyunjin and Jisung's motives were the same so they were partnered.

They had been texting each other to make sure they kept track of Joseph.

"Are we there? You said it was nearby, "

"Almost.....there we are!"

The boys park the van across the street facing an old, almost perished barn.

They lugged Joseph in, his weight undeniably crossing their own, together.

"Whoa, he's heavy! But are you sure you'll kill him? Like no torture?"

"You can do that, but the one killing him should be me."

The place is filled with sinister laughter as a hammer lands down on the back of Joseph's hand roped to the armrest.

Hyunjin's maniacal actions were just about to begin.

Even though he was knocked out, the pain slowly spreading through his hand awakens his senses.

He tries fluttering his eyes, blood clouding them.

"Hello there, remember me?"

Jisung waves dramatically. His smile brightening each second.

It was as if the man had seen a ghost he shuffles in the grasp of the jute, scrambling with muffled screams under the muslin.

His eyes are torn apart when another hit comes flying down on the same hand that was now bleeding uncontrollably.

Another blood-curdling shriek, still muffled yet audible, due to the pain arising in the other hand.

Jisung had dug a knife deep through the flesh, blood sprouting out.

Jisung just watched with a stoic face as Hyunjin laughs hearing the screams and the blood gushing.

Joseph begs for his life, as his trembling body glazes with beads of sweat, bathed in blood as he meets eyes with Jisung.

"Let's continue, shall we?"

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