Seungcheol slumped through the poorly lit hallway, head hung low as he looked at the tops of his worn out sneakers. His breathing was unsteady and his arms hung lifelessly next to his body, clenching his right hand around the grip of his handgun. While it was only ten in the morning, the boy felt like all the life had drained out of his body.
Any normal person that would have passed him at that moment would have seen him like some sort of psychopath, drugs or alcohol addict even. But none of the above were terms Seungcheol would describe himself with.
Emotionless. Ashamed. Miserable. But most of all; frightened. Frightened for all the other things that awaited him.
It started off as a one time job. One time. But every time he came back to his father, hoping to hear the words that were promised when he started doing this. But the only words he got to hear were "one more time." It was always one more time or Jeonghan would end up hurt.
And how could he reject that? He promised himself that no matter what, Jeonghan would stay unharmed. Seungcheol knew he would never forgive himself if something happened to Jeonghan. Even when he was the one that had to suffer for Jeonghan's safety.
It had been two weeks. Two entire weeks since he was forced to break Jeonghan's heart and reunite with his fathers gang of criminals. Two weeks of Seungcheol being forced to do dreadful things, just to catch a glimpse of his father being proud.
And he was sick of it. Tired of being sent off to clear jobs, just to come back filled with hope that would get crushed every time again. one more time. was all he ever heard. One more time, to prove that he was worthy enough to be the famous mr Choi's son.
With a loud squeak, Seungcheol opened the heavy door with his fathers initials engraved in pure gold, revealing his worn out body to his dad, who sat behind his desk as usual. The middle aged man looked up from a stack of papers and leaned back in his chair, giving him a look full of anticipation.
"How did it go? Did you got the money I asked for?"
Seungcheol walked to his desk and threw banknotes, worth at least ten thousand dollars, on the oaken wooden desk. As soon as the stacks came down with a soft thud, Seungcheol turned his back against his dad, too mentally drained to talk to the man.
"Seungcheol I asked you a question. I expect you to be a bit more respectful to me. Now, how about you sit down and tell me how it went." Seungcheol heard the sound of his father clasp his hands together.
"Not in the mood." Seungcheol grunted, barely noticing how he clenched his hand tighter around the gun, his finger reaching out dangerously close to the trigger.
"Seungch-" "-I SAID I'M NOT IN THE MOOD."
Seungcheol turned around and held up his gun in the mere of a second, clicking the hammer and pointing the gun straight at the man's face. "Ah, I see." A wide grin appeared on his father's lips, who clearly seemed to be enjoying his son's little outburst. "I'm glad to see you're changing, Seungcheol. I would almost say I'm proud of-" "-SHUT UP!"
Seungcheol's finger lay on the trigger, holding onto the grip with both hands. Having his gun pointed at someone made his legs go weak and his arms tremble, so he couldn't keep his gun pointed perfectly. And he knew it was pointless anyways. He wasn't capable of shooting someone, which showed and which made his dad only more amused.
"Fuck." Seungcheol grunted through gritted teeth, throwing the gun with all his force on the big desk and falling back in the chair. He brought both hands up to his head, massaging circles on his temples, trying to get himself together in front of the pitiless man.
"Seungcheol, calm down and listen to me. I need you to clear one more job for me."
Fire spat from Seungcheol's hazel brown eyes when he looked up. one more.
"One more. One more! It's always one more! You promised me I could get out of this shit hole two entire weeks ago and see where I am now! I could have been back, living a normal fucking life. The life you promised me two weeks ago. But no, every fucking time it's one more. I'm tired of this and I don't want to do this anymore. I don't give a damn wether you're proud of me or not, I know damn well that Yenna is better at being your child than I'll ever be and I know my position."
"But why? Why do I have to do all this to prove myself when I know I will never be enough. I had to rob a gas station. I broke in some random guys house because he owed you money. I drove drugs all the way across the country, several times. I had to shoot someone in his fucking leg because the guy refused to listen to me. I can't even remember what else I've done, but I'm done with your one more, one more. Can't you just let me go and let Yenna do those tasks? You and I both know she's better at it than I will ever be."
His father absolutely wasn't expecting his son to yell at him like that. Jeonghan indeed changed Seungcheol a lot. However, his father questioned himself whether he liked it or not. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it. Yet.
"Then what if I make a deal-"
"-we're not doing that again, I don't trust you and your stupid deals. You set me up last time as well."
"If you'd let me finish I would have had a chance to explain myself." His father let out an annoyed sigh. "How about you and I sign a contract?"
"Go on." Seungcheol dropped his pugnacity and leaned back in the uncomfortable wooden chair, crossing his legs and listening to what the man had to say.
"I can lie to you and say that you will make it eventually so you can become one of us, but we both know it would be a lie. You don't belong here. All I wanted was to be proud of my son, for once. And this very last job would finally give you the opportunity to make your father proud of you." Seungcheol still didn't quite seem to understand whatever he was trying to build up to.
"However, since I know that the only thing that will make you do what I say is Jeonghan and your freedom, I know that I can't keep you here forever. Memories will fade away eventually, you wouldn't be as fired up as you are right now. So that's why I'm offering you a contract."
"We will both write down our names, autographs and today's date. In the contract will be your guaranteed freedom after the job you have to do for me tonight. You can be the owner of that contract, so make sure to keep it safe after I give it to you. With you having it in your posses, you have more power than I have over you. Is that what you want?"
Seungcheol didn't have to think about it twice. He finally came at the point where his dad had to surrender, giving Seungcheol the power he needed to break loose from this lifestyle. Since he was a child, he had known the ways of how a contract works, so he knew his father couldn't force him no more after it was signed.
This would be his final job.
Foregood.
"Deal. What's the job I have to do."
a/n
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