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hyunchan - injured

(bang chan x hyunjin)

It was the wee hours past midnight. The city of Seoul was fast asleep. Every single shop was shut, and the barest flickers of light were leaking out of the otherwise sleeping homes. Darkness loomed all over the city except for a narrow alley, alive with the sounds of violence and the metallic smell of blood. This was where the devils came to play in the witching hour.

And the deadliest one? Bang Chan.

The undisputed kingpin of Seoul's underworld, Bang Chan's record was tainted red with the blood of all his victims. Mercy was not a word in his dictionary.

"What do you want?" He says in a bored tone, crushing a discarded metal can on the uneven pathway with his feet.

"Now, now, is that how you talk to your brother?" The man before him speaks. He had platinum blonde hair, slicked back to reveal his undercut. Dark, thin rimmed glasses rests on the bridge of his nose as his face sports a cunning, calculating look. His lips curve up into a smirk when he sees a flash of irritation on Chan's face.

"Brother? Please, Minho," he scoffs. "We were never brothers. You were using me. Admit it, you're powerless on your own and that's why you've come back to me now."

"Powerless? It's quite the opposite, actually," Minho clicks his tongue. "I know your secret." He says, inching closer to the raven haired man.

"And I know a hundred ways to kill you right now. You should thank your stars that you're still alive after what you pulled at the Central Plaza."

"Don't be so violent all the time, Bang. Aren't you curious about what I know?" Minho asks.

"I don't have much time to spare for you. Be out with it before I slit your throat," Chan utters, voice low with a warning tone.

"Slit my throat and everyone finds out about your so-called bar franchise."

Chan stiffens momentarily at the words. What could Minho be hinting at?

"What do you mean?"

"You think I don't know that you're running an illegal drug ring under the guise of a beverage business?"

"Don't talk shit about what you don't know," Chan growls under his breath. Deep inside, he was scared. How did he find out about his secret, concealed so perfectly in a flawless white lie for almost four years?

"Oh, but I do," Minho clicks his tongue. Chan sighs.

"What do you want?"

"A share in it. I'm feeling generous, so a 50-50 will cut it."

Chan lets out a humorless chuckle at his words.

"You're quite audacious to even have the guts to ask me that. You want half of what I've taken years to build?" He scoffs, poking his tongue through his cheek, a habit that came out every time he was pissed off. In the blink of an eye, Minho was rammed harshly against the musty walls of the run-down building. The sudden action alerts the rest of Chan's crew as they take their positions around him to defend their leader.

"You think this can stop me?" Minho chuckles, the sound dripping with condescension. Chan lands a heavy blow to his perfectly crafted face, breaking his nose and painting it with the scarlet of his blood. Despite the red liquid running hot down half of his face, Minho remains unswayed.

On the other hand, it triggers a set of battle cries and gunshots as masked assailants rush into the lane, armed with bats, knives and whatnot. Chaos and pandemonium fill the narrow alley as everyone fights each other like mad dogs.