"where the fuck is my money!" another punch was thrown at the guy before him, "i don't have it." he repeated in a hoarse tone, the begging from his heart being written across his face.
hoseok was merciless.
punching, kicking, killing until he got what he wanted. wether it'd be drugs, weapons, information or money. he always got what he wanted.
he was like a school bully, except he was a former gang leader, fed up with the bull they pulled on him he killed every single one of them and took over as just hoseok.
"i know you're lying." he sighed.
"i really don't want to fucking do this, bobby." he held the boys neck against the cold brick wall with an arm, fishing a pistol out of his belt.
"one last time, wheres my fucking money?"
hoseok had given bobby, a regular customer, aware of what could happen if he wasn't up to date with money, a few pounds of weed.
nothing too much, but what was a plant to hoseok, was more money brought in by the people who were too stressed from work, school or family and came to him for a getaway.
bobby just graduated highschool, now at a label to be in a singing group.
"all your little fans of a trainee would be upset to hear about the death." he pouted.
he was always up to date with pay, until last month when the $200 bobby owed hoseok, whom he'd known since pre-school, wasn't given.
they went back a long time.
hoseok had dropped out of school, thinking he already had enough since he was running a secret (or so he thought) illegal, business of drugs, weapons and the passing of information from one ear to another.
bobby comforted him and was the only one who left the gang willingly, to focus on a better life. hoseok understood 100 percent and wouldn't fight with the boy who supported his decisions since birth. hoseok still attended bobbies showcases, since the word recital was too girly to bobby, his graduations and his ceremonies.
he felt like a proud father, and he was proud to be able to fulfill the roll that nobody could for him.
bobby eyes were wide and hoseok was a laughing mess.
"come on popstar, you have money!" he got all seriousness into him and the gun was now against bobbies temple.
bobby stuck a hand in his pocket giving hoseok his owed, $200.
he let bobby go and watched as he walked away,
"and bobby!"
bobby turned around with sheer fear evident in his face.
"pull that again and this happens."
hoseok raised the gun and fired right in between his eyebrows.
he shoved the $200 dollars in his pocket and ran over to inspect where the bullet went, proud to see it landed where he hoped.
"bullseye."
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