WANTED ⤞ K.YS

24

WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH, HARSH WORDS

SELENA'S POV

A maniacal laugh echoed throughout the old warehouse.

"Well, well well, you guys have done it. You have me in your hands.", my father grinned at Yeosang who was holding a gun to his head. "Kill me. Do it. End me. You get satisfaction. You end my suffering. You win. But have in mind that you won't stop the rest of my members from coming after you", he continued with a dark laugh. 

The veins on Yeosang's hand were prominent as he gripped the black weapon, pondering over my father's words. "Your goons may come after us, but we're ready. Did you really think we didn't have a plan?", Yeosang lowered the gun.

My father stared at him with wide eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHOOT ME! END ME! I DESERVE IT! GO AHEAD AND DO IT YOU STUPID COWARD", he trashed his bloody body around the chair, making Jimin's grip tighten on his hair and chair.

The youngest of the three gave him a hard glare. "You don't deserve that luxury. Death is something we have all wished at some point. It gives the illusion of being able to escape everything and everyone. The thought of dying comforts us, it seems that it takes all of our burdens and problems with it. Don't get me wrong, every atom in my body is screaming at me to pull the trigger, eliminating yet another sick person from this world", Yeosang gives the man a cunning smile, one so calm, so seemingly genuine, but the eyes void of light is what makes his facial expression reveal its true meaning.

My eyes widen as I see his face, my blood runs cold, and a shiver runs up my spine. I had never seen this side of Yeosang, although I knew it existed. 

It exists in all of us, the monster inside our minds. If used badly it can turn you inside out, as it did to my father. But if you keep it controlled, the outcome can be surprising. The thoughts of who Yeosang really is, a loving troubled boy who is the opposite of a monster, seemingly make the hairs on my neck lie down again.

Before Yeosang can utter another word, my father's goons break into the warehouse, immediately making us come out of the shadows.

That's when all hell broke loose. 

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I panted as I used the black cloth on my forearm to wipe the beads of sweat accumulated on my forehead.

A grimace made its way to my face as I glanced around and saw hundreds of bodies lying on the dusty floor. 

The fight was over. We took down most of my father's gang members, some managing to escape as they realized they could never win, most likely never to be seen again. It wasn't that easy though. My father knew what kind of men to have by his side. Physically powerful men who knew how to give a good fight. However, he seemed to underestimate our teamwork. And with that, our people weren't as hurt. Of course, it wasn't like anyone was killed, but a couple of close calls came by, but they were expected. This was a gang confronting another after all. Everyone had at least a couple of bruises or small cuts here and there. The worst injury we had was Jongho's, who's bicep was grazed by a bullet. 

"I'm fine. I'm a big boy", Jongho tutted at Wooyoung who was closely inspecting his bloody arm with a concerned face. Jongho rolled his eyes at the older and flexed his arm. "See? It's fine. I'll just clean it up when we get home."

"What! Don't do that, you idiot! You're going to make it worse!", Wooyoung shrieked as he hit the younger's head. The latter scowled at him as he rubbed his head.

I rolled my eyes at their interaction with a small smile, only could my friends bicker like this in a situation like the one we were currently in.

"As entertaining as this is", you said vaguely waving your hand in their direction, "We still have some things to do", I cocked my head towards the three men in the back of the warehouse. 

They smiled sheepishly, and the three of us headed towards them.

The three had gone back to their original position from before the fight. Yeosang pointing a gun at my father who sat on a chair, and Jimin holding the man's hair assisting the tight ropes tied around his body.

"Now... as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted", I playfully rolled my eyes at the tone in Yeosang's words. A couple of minutes ago he was talking about deep things, death, and now he was spewing sarcastic remarks. The fact surprised me since he literally got attacked by another gang just now and he was kidnaped, leaving emotional and physical scars on him. But nonetheless I suppressed a small smile as I knew he was going to be alright after all of this mess blew over.

"Much to your disappointment, I won't kill you. Instead, we'll leave you here and have the police conviniently come check this place out and have them find and punish you. You'll be imprisoned, for the rest of your miserable life," he leaned in and whispered, "And I suggest you think hard and good of the things you've done, we don't want you going more kooky by yourself in the small cell now do we?"

A smirk made its way to my face, as sadisitic as it might seem, relief and acomplishment surged through my cells like a cool refresher. Seeing the man you hate, family or not, getting what he deserves -not that it was close to enough- certainly makes one feel things.

Before my father could curse my lover out, Jimin knocked him out with a lil' punch.

Cheers and whistles were heard throughout the abandoned building, as my father's head fell loosely by his shoulders. My freinds chanting the words "hala hala"  made me look at them with humour as they danced in sync to a dance I'd only seen a handful of times before. 

Jongho approached the unconscious man and kicked him in the chest, making the chair he was in fall over. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Just for good measure", he shrugged holding onto a rag for his injury.

Hongjoong and Chan clapped their hands to get everyones attention.

"Liesten up people! Our security already alerted the authorities about suspicious behaviour around this area! We need to go ahead and clearout rapidly, we'll be celebrating at SKZ's headcourters for our victory! And best of all there'll be meat!", Hongjoong announced as he gratefully smiled at Chan who gave him a dimpled one in return.

The first to run towards our vehicles was Seonghwa who was very excited to eat steak. The thought of Changbin having the same reaction for his love of meat made my laugh more prominent.

I ran following the rest, hand in hand with Yeosang, relief and sheer happiness on my face and heart.

The battle had ended and to our relief, 

we had won.

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WOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Here's another chapter!! This calls for a irl celebration haha

 I remember some people talking abt how atz should dance to hala hala after and I was like... OKaY!! XD hahaha i love u guys sm

A couple of announcements hehe pls keep reading this lil part,

First, this book is ending very very soon :0 and im going to miss it :(  but dw! Theres going to be maybe one or two chapter more :D I have a couple of ideas for the end but im still deciding, if you have any wishes or ideas go ahead and comment!!! 

Second, im thinking of making a spanish translation for this book! But im still unsure, since i dont know if anybody would read it hahah        <(__ -__)>         so go ahead and leave your opinions :D

Third, I have two ideas for some Bangchan books and a couple others for other people, I'll elaborate more on them -maybe- in the next chapter, soooo yay!! :D

uhmmm thats it! thank you again for reading!! <3333

-gisi