My Trigger || Jung Hoseok ||

CHAPTER 1

...Crunch...drip drip

...Crunch...drip drip

...Crunch...drip drip

The noise of rain beating against the windows echoes through my room as heavy footsteps treading on broken glass moves closer to me. My breath catches in my throat as I start to panic and the doorknob to my bedroom starts to roughly shake. I push myself as far into the back of my closet as I can, wishing that the members of my father's rival gang wouldn't find me. Hollers ring through my ears as the unknown individual attempts to kick down the door while calling for back-up. Not long after, the door finally breaks and I yelp loudly, glad that the sound of thunder covered the noise.

Slow footsteps travel to my ears as they make their way around my room. The light from the moon illuminates the room allowing me to be able to see the shadows of shoes paused in front of the closet. My hands cover my mouth as I whimper in fear and the feet slowly move away from the doors. I close my eyes and let out a slow breath of relief just as the doors slam open, making me jump and shake in fear. A gruff man looks me up and down before grabbing my arm and yanking me off the floor of my closet. His hands were calloused and frighteningly cold, making a shiver crawl down the expanse of my back. His face was covered with tattoos, black ink covering the circumference of his ironically pale skin. The man was also short, standing around five feet and four inches, clothed in all black with a gun in a holster laying on his shoulders.

"Look at what I found, boss," the man spoke, his deep voice resonating through my body as he thrust me forward. I stumbled over my feet and crashed against the side of my bed's baseboard. I pushed my hand onto my temple as I lean on my hand to hold me up. While groaning in grogginess, I pull my hand back to see a fresh clump of blood resting on my fingers and my heart started to beat faster.

My eyes shot up as I heard fingers skimming the sheets of my bed, breaking the silence in the room. Standing there was a no older than I was. He towered over me as I sat on the floor, but I was sure that if were to stand up he would be around three inches taller than me, around six foot one. The man was wearing a black turtle neck with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a gun tucked into his waistband. His black formal pants sat low on his hips, the bottom covering the top of his blood stained shoes. His penetrating gaze sent me crawling backward in fright. The man stepped forward and kneeled in front of me once my back hit the wall, stopping me from going any further.

"Boss?" the man from before questioned only to be silenced with the raise of his hand. Once our rival gang's boss had quieted his member, he raised his hand out to me, making me flinch. His cold blocked-off eyes narrowed before it comes to contact with my cheek. The softness if his hands surprised me, they held a comforting feeling even though he had murdered hundreds of people with his bare hands.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice like honey as he slowly leaned in, his eyes and hands examining my facial features. Gunshots sounded in our ears, the loud thumps of bodies falling on the floor following quickly afterward. The man in front of me closed his eyes and sneered as he drew his hand back, creating a fist from anger. He quickly stood up and turned around, grabbing the gun from his waist and holding it where the door now laid in pieces.

"Keep your eyes open," He growled to his men as he swiftly lifted his gun, a with a matte black finish, and fired a shot at the man that tried to sneak his was into the room. I gasp as I see that the person laying on the floor was one of the men from my father's gang that had watched over me since I was a little girl. His salt and pepper colored hair fell out of it's slicked back form and covered his sweating and paling forehead. Blood started to climb it's way past his lips, leaving a slight puddle just below his chin. His eyes were starting to glaze over as he looked in my direction. He gave me a small smile before the light left his eyes and I start to sob, my heart breaking as I lose someone that was like a father to me.