prettier than flowers (jookyun) [✔]

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WARNING: there is violence, mentions of guns, fighting etc. in this chapter

"uncle"

jooheon glared at the man whos mouth formed an 'o' from shock. after hearing that their target was his uncle, jooheon had mentally prepared himself for the possibility of meeting the man.

"oh"

jooheon watched as his uncle was at a loss of words before recovering from the shock. 

"i guess you kept at that road huh? still in a gang i see"

the last few words were coated in disgust and jooheon knew that his uncle was belittling him.

"better than stealing your own brother's business and ruining their family and still pretending to be the saint you aren't, hey?"

snapping his head in anger, jooheon could tell he had pissed his uncle off. the thing his uncle hated the most was when someone talked back to him, he hated it even more if what had been said was right.

that anger dissipated in seconds as a smirk appeared on his face.

"that was because your father was useless!", howon spat out.

"you-!"

a loud slap echoed throughout the warehouse as howon slapped jooheon, leaving a large red mark on his face.

"you what?", howon taunted his nephew, "don't talk to your elders informally! i held myself back in the past but now? i can do whatever i want to you!"

another slap and rough kicks echoed the warehouse as howon was now beating jooheon up. being held down by four men didn't help at all and all jooheon could do was take the punches and kicks the best he could. 

howon fell all of a sudden and jooheon opened his eyes to see youngjae gripping his uncle's leg and pulling him down. in that moment of confusion, jooheon kicked one of the men holding him down in the balls causing him to double over and then punched another man in the face so hard so that he fell on the first one.

a low scream hit jooheon's ear as he looked to his left to see his uncle mercilessly kicking youngjae in the stomach and then head. youngjae's body was already so frail and looked so lifeless.

"stop!" jooheon shouted.

his uncle gave youngjae one last kick before turning his attention to jooheon. he looked down and sighed, "uh my shoes have blood on them now".

jooheon's blood boiled as he watched his uncle wipe off the blood on his shoes on youngjae's black shirt.

"yah! you disgusting old wench!"

howon's eyes filled with rage as he glared at jooheon.

"just because i was young back then, because i didn't have the power to do anything back then, doesn't mean i can't stop you now!"

howon laughed like a maniac and he wiped away some tears before he regained his breath, "yeah and how are you going to do that, dearest nephew? look at you! just look! you had four people come here and three of them are all down and you're next."

howon reached beneath his jacket and took out a gun as he swirled it around his fingers.

"don't think that i wouldn't kill you jooheon. do you really think that i would care about having the same blood or whatever? don't be so naive."

jooheon wasn't really paying any attention to the man in front of him or how his arms were aching from the strong hold the two men had of him. he was racking his brains, trying to find a way out of this chaos.