nocturnalfei

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ in my dreams, only chaos exists . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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This life would be a nightmare to others, but it is a dream come true to you. Your boys were your home. Going from motel to motel, surviving off gas station sandwiches and coffee, this was the life you chose. You chose them, the smell of tobacco once again making you feel safe.

The three of you ended up settling in a town far away, staying in a final motel. Taehyun got a job flipping burgers at a neighborhood diner. It didn’t take long for him to convince the owner to hire you on as a waitress. Yeonjun never said if he had a job or not, though there were occasions in which he’d disappear for hours at a time. But since moving here, he always had money, so no questions were asked.

A few months went by and you three finally moved into an apartment. It was a little cramped for the three of you, only a single bedroom, but you liked it. You liked the little couch Taehyun bought off his coworker, the mini fridge that was stuffed to the brim with takeout, the same two board games you three played because you couldn’t afford a tv yet. You loved making new memories here, forgetting your old, sad life.

That is, until Yeonjun didn’t come home one night.

You and Taehyun sat up all night for him, sitting close to each other on the small couch, eyes never leaving the door. Worried thoughts softly shared between the lengths of silence and hands held tight for comfort.

He didn’t come home until the next night, clothes tattered, a black eye, and bandaging all around his waist. Taehyun was furious. “What the fuck, Yeonjun?!” He grabbed the elder’s shoulders, taking in his roughed up face and bandages. “What happened? Where were you?”

Yeonjun was hesitant to speak. At least until his eyes met yours and noticed the shine of tears. Then finally, the elder sighed, ready to admit the truth.

Yeonjun was involved with drugs and has been for years. “A deal went wrong and the fucker stabbed me.” He glanced down at his waist, reliving the night. “Thankfully, my partner took them out before things could get worse.”

The two of you stared at him, processing the information. Taehyun wore a mix of hurt, anger, and fear. But it was you who spoke up first. “Why?” You squeaked.

Yeonjun was quiet for a moment, staring down at his knife wound. He took a deep inhale and you realized just how exhausted he looked. “They were the ones that shot at us that night.” His words turned your blood cold, remembering the night you three had met. You could still hear the dog snarling in your dreams sometimes. Then of course, the night you were forced away by gunshots and your boys were ripped away from you.

“So why would you join them?” Taehyun sneered, balled fists trembling in anger.

“They said they wouldn’t come after you two if I worked for them.” Yeonjun swept a hand through his messy locks. “We killed one of their friends, Taehyun. They wanted revenge. Back then, soon after I got out of the hospital, I got jumped. I guess they liked how I fought cause they offered me a job. In exchange, they would leave you two alone.” A long silence stretched into the night before Yeonjun sighed again. “It started with just little dime bags. I didn’t expect it to become this.”

When you saw the glistening in his eyes, you wrapped your arms around him. He was warm, alive, and that’s all you wanted to focus on. He continued his story, though his voice was strained. “When they heard I was leaving town, they told me they had a job for me here. I would have enough to support us, protect us. Finally give you two the lives you deserve. And I fucked it up.”

“Stop.” Yeonjun was caught off guard when you spoke. “You saved me, Yeonjun. Both of you did.” You looked at Taehyun, seeing the shadow of tears in his eyes.

Yeonjun took a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself, turning to Taehyun. “I’m sorry.”

Taehyun walked over, embracing you two tightly. “You’re a fucking idiot, Yeonjun.” You two glanced up at Taehyun, finding a smile teasing his lips. “You don’t need to sell drugs to support us anymore, especially not at such a risk.”

The night was long and full of tears. The three of you ended up in bed, just embracing and kissing until you fell asleep between them. Your light snoring kept you from hearing their whispered conversation.

“I’m sorry.” Yeonjun told Taehyun. “I have to meet with them again. To stop this.”

“Let me come with you.” Taehyun pleaded, eyeing the elder’s bandaged waist.

“No.” Yeonjun was stern with his reply. His eyes fell on your sleeping form between them. “Stay here and keep her safe. I’ll be back by morning.”

As he rose from the bed, but Taehyun grabbed the elder’s wrist. “But what if you don’t come back?”

Yeonjun faced Taehyun again, attempting a smile that the younger saw right through. “I will come back, I swear.”

Yeonjun met with them. A grimy little dock just outside of town, the elder arrived to meet two men. One was much younger and taller, standing behind the shorter man, gun in hand. Yeonjun ignored him, facing the shorter man dressed in a suit, eyes shaded by sunglasses. “I’m not your pawn anymore. I quit.”

“How many years has it been?” A smile ghosted the man’s face. “Did you forget you killed my friend?”

“Your friend was going to hurt my-.” Yeonjun almost snarled. He took a deep breath, composing himself. “And seven years of being your puppet should be enough. You said I just had to work for you, not actually join your gang. I worked my way up to be your best plug in the city. I went to so many parties and fights, I’ve gotten stabbed and shot countless times, I’ve fucking killed so many-,” another deep breath. “I’m done.”

Yeonjun stared the man down, waiting for a reply, while keeping the taller man within his peripherals. Finally, the man in the suit spoke. “You were meant for this life, y’know.”

Yeonjun hesitated for a second. “What do you mean?”

The man tilted his head. “I’ve seen many people who think they’re tough, just to put a gun in their hands and they shit themselves.” He laughed, taking a step closer. “But you, Yeonjun, you enjoyed it.”

Yeonjun let a moment linger before he responded. “I’m done.” The man simply nodded. “And don’t come after me or them.” Yeonjun’s eyes burned fiercely.

The man chuckled deeply. “Like I said, you were meant for this life. You find home in the chaos. Good luck escaping it.”

Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to pull the gun out of his waist and kill the despicable excuse for a human in front of him. Instead, he swallowed, and uttered his next words with upmost finality. “I have a chance to, finally. And I’m taking it.” And with that, Yeonjun turned to leave.

You awoke to find Taehyun sat on the edge of the bed, gun in hand, and Yeonjun nowhere to be seen. “Where is he?”

Taehyun sighed before responding, not looking at you. “He said he had to meet with them one last time. To end things.” You jumped up, throwing the blanket off of you. Taehyun watched as you pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. “What are you doing?”

“Going to help him.” You replied, lacing up your boots.

“He wants us to stay here.” Taehyun argued. “He said he’ll be back by morning.”

“Taehyun,” you exclaimed. “Do you really think they’re just going to let him go so easy?”

The younger stared at you for a moment before bowing his head in defeat. “Let’s go.”

You and Taehyun grabbed your weapons. Yeonjun had gifted you a knife. Taehyun got you a gun. You weren’t that sad scared little girl your parents ruthlessly brought into this world anymore. You were strong now. All thanks to your boys.

Now, not only did they protect you, but you could protect them.

As Yeonjun turned to leave, he heard the rumbling engine just before he saw the truck pull in. His face paled. No.

Taehyun shifted the vehicle to park, halting it. You two exited, running up to him.

“Yeonjun!” Your voice hit his ears, his blood running cold. No!

“Y/n, Taehyun!” Yeonjun yelled. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you!” Taehyun replied, taking hold of his gun from his waist.

The man chuckled behind Yeonjun. “It’s ok! They’re letting me-,” he cut off as you reached them and aimed your gun at the man. “Y/n, don’t!”

You held the gun without a tremble. The mysterious man eyed you curiously. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you, gun pressing into his chest. “Shoot.”

“Y/n…” Yeonjun warned. “They’re letting me walk away. Put the gun down.”

Your eyes never left the man, but after a moment you reluctantly lowered your gun. Until the man grabbed the barrel, pulling your aim to his head, just between his eyes. “Now, c’mon, Yeonjun.” He sneered, removing his glasses. His eyes were like two stones, completely void of emotion. “This girl is so eager, let’s see what she’s about. She might be of use to us.”

The man’s eyes bore into yours, Yeonjun watching the situation unfold. “Don’t involve her.” He snarled from behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“If I’m losing one of my best, I need to find a replacement.” The man said, eyeing you like a starving man faced with a hot meal. It made your skin crawl.

“Not her.” You felt his warmth next to you, his other hand resting on your shoulder.

“Then how about your little brother over there?” The man nodded towards Taehyun. “He’s a hell of a shot.” Taehyun nearly snarled, hand tightening on the gun at his side.

“Stop.” The authority of your voice cut through the air. Your eyes met the man’s, unwavering.

“Tell me, little girl,” the man sneered. “Have you ever killed before?”

“Don’t!” Yeonjun warned him.

You didn’t dare break eye contact, remaining silent. The man gave it a moment before tilting his head and continuing. “Do you even have it in you?”

“Enough!” Yeonjun lowered your arm, his free hand pushing the man aside. He guided you behind him swiftly, facing the man head on. “Let us go. I won’t cause any trouble.”

They stared for a while before the man finally answered. “You made a couple friends during your years with us. I’m sure you’ve made enemies too.” His eyes narrowed as he watched Yeonjun, amused. “You have my word that I will not pursue you, nor will I send anyone after you.”

Yeonjun nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but the man spoke again. “What my people do of their own free will is not of my control.”

Yeonjun reluctantly nodded, giving the man a final glare before turning to you. “Let’s go.”

“Until next time.” The man dismissed the group of you, eyes never leaving you in particular as he watched Yeonjun pull you away.

The three of you boarded the truck, Taehyun starting up the engine. Even driving miles away, you swear you could still feel those cold, beady eyes on you.

“We have to leave.” The first words Yeonjun said as the three of you entered your apartment. You and Taehyun didn’t argue. You three packed up the necessities without another word to each other.

After filling the truck with bags, Yeonjun started up the truck as you took your usual spot in the center, Taehyun sliding in behind you. Yeonjun drove to the landlord’s office a few minutes down the road, returning the key with some money and a sincere apology. Next, you stopped for gas. It was while Yeonjun was filling the truck that someone finally spoke.

“Where are we going, now?” Taehyun wondered aloud, staring out the window.

“Far away.” Yeonjun answered. He looked at Taehyun, then at you. Maybe he couldn’t provide you guys with the lives you deserved, but he will keep you two safe if it’s the last thing he does.