"You want him to live the best life, right? I know you love him. I know you want to give him everything. Let me give him everyone, and come and work for me. You can be my successor if you succed. My son was killed recently, and I need someone to fill his shoes. I think this is a perfect bargain, don't you?"
Knees on the ground, Taekyung stared up at the mafia king pin with black eyes, unable to ignore the assault that was taking place out of the corner of his eye. The one person that he had grasped onto after Elijah's death - his everything, Haebom. He had been so afraid to love the male when he laid eyes on him, sleeping under the bridge that night along side his tent. After bringing him in from the cold, his heart started to open up once more. A year later, and there they were. Standing in front of the Korean mafia leader who held all of Haebom's father's debt.
"Just leave him the f*** alone!" Taekyung thrashed, tugging on the chains that binded him to the chair. He couldn't fight, he couldn't save, he couldn't even breathe at certain moments as the men started to put their hands all over his partner. "I'll do anything you want...just keep your hands off him. Take me in and I settle his debt. Please," he begged, unable to hear the cries of help from Haebom as the men sexually assaulted him. He wanted to stick hot rods in his ears and burn out his ear drums. All he could hear were voices of Haebom mixing with Elijah's - who only a year ago was begging to save him.
The mafia leader kicked out the leg of the chair, Taekyung flying down onto his side, instantly writhing as pain shot up the side of his shoulder. His foot came up to his chin, tilting his head up so he could look at him. Blood and tears mixed with sweat adorned his features as he struggled to break free from the chains that binded his hands, knowing it wouldn't do anything for anyone even if he decided to escape from it. "I'm begging you...just let him go. I'll take the debt in his place. I'll do whatever you need me to...just stop."
Tears were streaming down his face as he mafia leader kicked his face away and then turned to his guards. After a few moments, the guards had cleaned themselves up and left, leaving just the three of them. "Better yet, I'll take you both in as my family. You better not dissapoint me, Taekyung. Or both of you are f***ing fish food," he spat in his face, closing his eyes as he felt the warm liquid against his face. Turning over on his side, he opened one eye that wasn't bloody, looking at Haebom who was no lying on the ground, crying, pants down around his ankles. "I'm sorry," Tae choked, closing his eyes tightly. He wished there was lead pushed to his head at that moment. He'd be begging for release.
"Come on! Kick him! He's just a f***ing faggot! D*ck sucker, bet you want this huh?" The gang member named Sooyeon forced Elijah's face into the front of his pants before spitting on him, tossing him to the ground. Another member, who used to be something of a friend to Taekyung, named Dohyun, held Tae back by both arms. "You can't honestly think we would be okay with you f***ing a dude, would you? That's f***ing wrong!" Taekyung thrashed his way out of Dohyun's arms but he was restrained once more from behind by another few members. "I'm not f***ing gay. Hes not my boyfriend he's a f***ing friend! Let him go!" Taekyung seethed, frothing at the mouth. He finally looked at his boyfriend who was lying on the ground, pants halfway down around his ankles, beaten and battered and tears coating his once joyful face. They were having such a good night. Dinner was great and the movie was awesome. Who would have thought these a**holes would be three towns over and seen them on their date?
Elijah's face was desperate. It looked like he was scared for his life and at its point, they both should have been. A closed fist came square across Tae's face, his eyes squeezing shut in pain. "Your tongue was down his throat, you disgusting piece of sh*t! How do you think Jooheon is gonna react when he knows his right hand man is f***ing a pansy? Do you think he's gonna want you around? What if you're checking him out to f*** him, too? He can't trust you!" A swift kick to the stomach had Taekyung crying out. His body wanted to slump, but it was being forced to stand up to take a few more brunt kicks to the stomach. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Elijah taking a few punches and kicks as well. If he didn’t act fast, they both weren’t going to make it out of this alive, but especially Elijah. He was a timid, small thing. Taekyung hated himself for not being able to protect him. He was boiling at the seams with emotion but it was all hatred for himself.
“Help me Tae!” Elijah yelled out to him, sobbing uncontrollably. The gang members started to rip off Elijah’s boxers and Tae snapped. With a snap back of his head, he slammed it against his capture’s head behind him. His entire body was numb. His ears started to ring from the pain but he threw up his leg behind him for a roundhouse kick straight to the face. “You’re gonna f***ing die for that!” Dohyun stumbled backwards as he tried to regain his balance but fell straight on his back. The two that were about to sexually assault Elijah decided to turn their attention on Taekyung who was now free, and that was a bad choice. He grabbed the back of one’s head and brought his knee up, slamming it down as hard as he could, feeling the teeth shatter against his jeans. He dropped to the ground in a slump and the one that was going to attack him next turned around and ran. That didn’t stop Dohyun from getting up.
Lunging for Elijah he grabbed his clothes and dragged him up from the ground. “I want you to get the f*** out of here, you hear me?” He stood Elijah up to his two feet as he pulled up on his pants and boxers that were ripped. They wouldn’t button in the front, but it was enough so that he could flee. “Don’t look for me ever again. Just get the hell out of here, or they’ll kill you.” It was the best choice. This was already the second time that Elijah had been attacked, and now it was the both of them. Their happiness always seemed short-lived. It was a curse for them. He grabbed the back of Elijah’s head and pulled him close to him to kiss his forehead, hard. “I want you to be safe. Get the hell out of here and forget about me. Now go!” He said as he pushed him away from him. All Tae brought Elijah was flickers of happiness coated by pain and betrayal. He couldn’t even admit that he was gay in the first place, and come to the light with their relationship. He was too much of a p**sy. Elijah clutched the bag he was holding as he continued sobbing, backing up towards the main street that seemed like it was miles away. “But Tae…!”
NO! I’m not going to hurt you anymore! Get the f*** out of here, Elijah! I don’t want you!” He screamed. Both of them knew that was bullsh*t. As f***ed up as Elijah was mentally, they both cared deeply for one another. Eventually, the message seemed to register in Elijah’s brain. Whether he had plans to contact him later or not was up in the air, but he would ignore him. He would make it so that he never existed in Elijah’s life. He took off running as Tae blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Elijah was going to be okay. Someone else on the hand…had already signed his death certificate.
“Now where were we, Dohyun?” Tae turned back to face him, his eyes cold and glassed over, pulling the loaded glock out of the back of his pants. Just as he was about to shove the barrel into his mouth, a gunshot ran out from the street over. Tae froze. No. Sooyeon laughed out loud as he coughed up some blood, his eyes bloody and playful as he stared straight into Tae's soul. "Now what?" he looked at him manically. As Taekyung unfroze, his own gun made a long bang straight into Sooyeon's mouth, barely noticing the blood spatter as he jumped up and ran for the street. "No no no," he begged out loud, rounding the corner as he saw the two lowly gang members fleeing, Elijah on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding him.
"No no!" he nearly screamed, falling to the ground next to Elijah's side, slowly lifting his hand underneath his back. His neck slumped from the pressure as Tae began to shake. "No no," he kept repeating, noticing the wound was at the back of his head. He felt his pulse at his neck, not taking long to realize there wasn't one. "ELIJAH!" Tae screamed, slumping over his body, both of his hands cupping his head as blood continued to pour out. He could feel the brain matter at his fingertips, but he felt completely numb, that it didn't even connect with him. "Wake up please..wake up," he sobbed. Tae was too in denial to realize that the love of his life was already gone.
