After Johnny and Lucas drag the screaming girl away, I sigh and lean back in my chair. At least she fell for it. I nod to Renjun, who is standing quietly in the corner, contemplating. "Renjun?"
"Ah, boss," he says, looking at me. "I just... I don't know, sir."
"Take it away," I say, tossing him the fake head of Jeon Jeongguk. "You did a good job recreating it, it looks very real. In fact, too real for me to find suitable. So store it away, because I don't want to see it until we become face to face with the father."
Renjun scurries away, and I look at Mark and Haechan. "Make sure that the real Jeongguk is safe in his cell. DO NOT HURT HIM. Just make sure that he doesn't escape so we can go with the plan. And remove all tools. I'm sure you've already removed the goddamn wristband, but remove everything else, as well. Disable anything suspicious because any of the tools might have a GPS or tracking system on it."
Next, I turn to Jaehyun and Taeil. "I want you to lead NCT Dream back to the building where we caught the Jeon siblings and empty the whole thing. Bring everything back here to headquarters. Oh, but leave only after Renjun stores away the fake head... and don't bring Jisung, that little brat of a girl shot him.
"The rest of you are dismissed."
After everyone is gone, I'm left alone to my thoughts. It's good to have some time alone: I really need to think about where I'm going with all of this.
After Jaebeom killed both of my parents, I knew for sure that I wanted revenge. I couldn't let them be #1 mafia gang. But more than that, I couldn't let them be a mafia gang at all. I wanted all the bad people in the world to disappear.
So I've never killed anyone. All I've done is steal Big Hit's money and props, to try to drag Big Hit down. And it was working, somewhat. But it wasn't enough.
And I just snapped one day. I couldn't take it any longer. And I decided that my revenge would be death. I wouldn't kill innocent people, like Big Hit did. All I would do was kill Jaebeom, who ruined my whole life.
And in order to do that, I needed to capture his daughter and fake his son's death so that he would be lured to come and get his daughter, for he would believe that his son was dead and the next successor would have to be his daughter.
I wouldn't force him to pay me or anything. All I would do is give him a time and date for him to come and meet me. And then, I would kill him. It would be as simple as that, and my all-time enemy, who killed everyone I ever loved, would finally be dead.
I guess it's not like me. I never wanted to be a bad guy. I never wanted to kill. But he killed my parents and I wasn't going to sit and let that happen.
I stand up from my desk, not sure where I'm going. And then, an idea pops into my head. What if I'll give him any time to come? He can appear any night, any time. But I warn him: each night that passes that he doesn't appear where I tell him to, his daughter gets hurt. Maybe I'll be nice at first. A kick, and then a kick and a punch, ripped hair, and then it'll escalate to punches in the skull, maybe some cut off fingers from her beautiful hand and some broken collar bones.
I smile. What a great idea.
I walk out of the room and head towards the elevator. People greet me on the way and I give them tight smiles. This isn't the true me, I know it. It's like I have two sides fighting over for control. When the evil side wins, I come up with terrifying ideas like that. But when the good side wins, I come to my senses and think about how horrible that idea was.
I've always been like this. I have two sides: the demonic one and the angelic one. When the demonic one comes, I can't stop it, which is why it makes me so scared. I think of brutal ways to kill people and get my revenge on not just Jeon Jaebeom but the rest of the world. My angelic side is what stops the demonic side from going too insane. But sometimes, when the angelic side comes back, it's a bit too late. I've found myself in a broken down room with my own hand holding a knife at my neck before. It's crazy.
Once on the elevator, I press the button to the roof.
When I step out, a light breeze whips my hair to the right. I walk to the ledge and lean over the waist-tall fence, looking over the beautiful city of Seoul. I still remember that day. I'd tried to push myself over this very ledge after I'd lost everything.
I'm happy I didn't: if I had, I wouldn't be able to get my revenge.
I have that girl to thank. I don't think I'll ever see her again. But that day, she'd found me on this roof and stopped me from killing myself when I thought all was gone. I'd always wanted to thank her. But she'd never given me her name.
Every day, I come to this roof, the roof where we met, to pray to God. "Please let me meet her. She saved me. I owe her my everything."
Little did I know that my prayers had already been heard.
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