SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
CHAPTER 16: WOOYOUNG
wc: 5242
warnings: mention of death, violence, drugs etc, SMUT
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san
i remembered that wooyoung was afraid. he was scared of what would happen if miss A ever found out he shot mingi and deliberately antagonized a hotshot black dragon. looking back, i thought the black dragons would be anatagonized anyway because we caused shit in their side of town to get yunho back, it shouldnt be this big of a deal.
so why are so many bad things happening?
i didnt go to school today. i emailed all my teachers a forged sick note, claiming i couldnt leave the house because i went to the doctor and got diagnosed with sinisitic dizzy spells. most of my teachers are really helpful and good people, so they sent me the work they did for the day so i wouldnt miss out.
being a 'delight to have in class' aka a quiet smart kid who wasnt a pain in the ass had its perks sometimes. regardless, i used my morning to get all my money ready, of which i had just over enough to go to miss A to get her off my back.
when i get there, the place is crawling with old gangsters. miss A is screaming at people and when she sees me she's shocked, as if surprised i actually had guts to show my face. shes propped behind a round steel table in her garage, leaning back in her chair and the room goes silent as her eyes are on me.
"look who it is," she says to me, dipping her cigarette in her ashtray. "Lucky, you better have good news for me."
i bow to her and put the potato sack of money on the table. unfortunately i didnt have anything really fancy like a briefcase. im a fucking gangster on a budget.
she glares at me. "potatoes? is this some kind of joke?"
three guys restrain me out of nowhere, holding a knife under my throat. my breath gets stuck in my throat and i only manage to force out one thing. "m-money."
she doesnt tell them to let me go, which pisses me off. what the hell did i do to make her this mad? she lifts the opening of the sack and only when she sees the cash does she wave the gangsters to get off of me.
they drop me so hard i fall with my butt on the floor and i make no real move to get up in case they jump me again. instead i get to kneeling. "miss A, that's the money from all the dealings."
"i can see that. oh wow, you actually decided to be useful," miss A says, getting up and coming up to me. she puts her hand down on my hair and gently scratches it like you would a dog and i struggle to not show any fear. "if only wooyoung could be like you."
her words make me sweat. "where is wooyoung, miss A?"
i swear, if she laid a hand on him. i dont know what i would do, but no one here, including me, would be left alive.
her eyes darken. "i was actually hoping you would tell me, Lucky. your brother has become a magician. a cold case."
she doesnt know? did wooyoung actually skip town?
"i told him to bring me the hand of who killed my boys or else i would have his. he hasnt been back in days."
fuck. this is bad. im actually starting to get dizzy.
someone rolls into the garage, and my face drops in horror at the man and his disfigured, burnt face. hes in a wheelchair, an armbrace and has a bandage wrapped over everything but his mouth and eyes.
"you and your buddy got changbin and a lot of good boys killed. look what they did to seonghwa." miss A says.
that's fucking seonghwa? he looks fucked. hes never recovering. he wouldve been better off dead. now he really looks like something out of a horror movie, a real, terrifying disfigured butcher.
"that hongjong motherfucker," miss A laughs but there's nothing joyful in it. "he came into MY warehouse, burnt MY cargo, killed MY men. and all because he was looking for you two."
im struggling to breathe. i dont show it but im silently breaking down. i cant take my eyes off seonghwa. thats it? thats my future? i might as well kill myself. seonghwa killed yunho, he was one of the topdogs in the gang. im fucking nothing. if thats what that hongjoong guy could do to him then its over for me.
"he said that?" is all i can get out. miss A lifts my chin and forces me to look at her.
"you're not a boy anymore, Lucky. you'll always be a baby in my eyes, but its time for you to get serious, dont you think?" she tells me. "wooyoung is gone. so someone has to fix this. you know the rules, you make a mess, and you clean it up."
"miss A-" i start stammering. i feel like im going to cry. "we didnt do anything. we never even met that hongjoong guy. wooyoung shot mingi because he tried to kill him. it was in self defence."
"did i ask for an account of what happened?" miss A's voice drips with sarcasm. "i dont care who did what. but my boys paid the price. i wont let an attack on my turf go unpunished. you find wooyoung and you two will go and kill that fucker or i'll have you swimming in a fishtank with the rest of yunho. am i clear?"
fuck no. fuck my life is over. i just started having sex and now i have to die. this is a fucking nightmare.
"yes, ma'am," i nod my head. "when do you want this done?"
"before my boys suffer another attack. he wants you, so let him come."
"you won't find him," seonghwa says and he sounds like a lays packet trying to talk. his voice is raspy and sounds terrible. "he only shows when he wants to be found. and he wanted to be found that day. so make him come to you."
i dont want him anywhere near me! i want to scream. look at what the fuck he did to you.
i have to run away. i have to do it tonight. i have to take everything. i cant think clearly, my brain is beating so hard i can feel it in my ears.
i nod and get up and miss A distractedly starts counting the money. "so you got the money fast. i always knew you could do it, you were just lazy before, yeah?"
i had help, i want to say. yaera's stealing, her savings, wooyoung stealing all mingi's gambling winnings, fucking jongho. i couldnt have done this on my own. i would have been dead by the end of this month.
i did all that, just to stay alive. only to have another target on my head. this...it never fucking ends. its only going to get worse. i cant win. this game, its unbeatable.
i almost want to laugh out of pure irony. and yaera wanted me to ask miss A for a fixed amount. she wanted to help me pay off my dads bullshit debt. im never going to be free.
my hopes and dreams are gone.
"you still have your dad's gun right?" miss A asks me. i say yes in the smallest voice.
she smiles. "you better get to using it then, Lucky."
i leave miss A's garage with nothing left in the tank. nothing but another assignment. an assignment that will kill me.
im the sacrificial fucking lamb. why is she doing this to me? because she thinks i can do it? because she wants to get rid of me? i did what she asked of me. i got her yunho. i got her the drug money. now she wants me to kill an assassin? an assassin that already has a bodycount of seven?
and hes brutal. four of those were other gangsters, luckily none of those were ours at the time, but he guts every one of his enemies. he was connected to a murder of a prostitute. and cut out the stomachs and sliced off the hands of two guys who apparently looked at his sister.
what the FUCK am i getting into.
i get home and i dont know what to do. everything comes crashing down on me. i throw my fist into the picture frames on the wall, sending glass bursting everywhere. i look at the picture of my parents, feeling nothing but burning hatred. i hate them both. i hate my mother for leaving me behind in this shit life and i fucking hate that bullshit excuse of a sperm donor for killing me.
he killed me. he signed my death sentence.
i start tearing everything apart. im ripping my apartment to shreds because nothing matters. this is all useless, nothing, i wouldnt fucking miss this place. i have nothing but awful memories here. but my anger doesnt last. it comes crashing down so fast that im left to collapse next to my bed and i cant stop myself from crying.
its over for me. everything is.
i had nothing to begin with. nothing except...
without even thinking, my bleeding hand reaches for my phone on my desk and calls her. she picks up on the first ring.
"san?" her voice is comforting and i dont know why. i dont fucking know this girl. she doesnt know me. but shes all i have. and i dont even reall have her. "are you okay? you never call me."
i cant even speak, im heaving into the microphone and sniffling uncontrollably.
"san?" she sounds more concerned. oh shes concerned for me. thats nice. i'll remember how nice it feels when i die.
"c-can you come over, please?"
i dont even recognize my voice. its cracking and its like the pained whimper of an animal. she puts off the phone and i wrap myself around my bedsheets, curling into a pathetic ball.
shes here within 15 minutes. i dont know how she got here so fast. she was supposed to be at school. it was still one period before lunch. she must have been skipping. i wish i skipped more class now that i know im not going to live very long. studying all that shit was pointless. i should have been living like her. like i dont have a care in the world. but i cant. and i never could.
she walks into my apartment with her eyes wide, dropping her blazer off her shoulders and onto my dirty floor. "what the hell happened? are you okay?" she runs and puts herself infront of me.
"did someone break in?" she holds my wet face. i never stopped crying. not once. she looks horrified seeing me this way. i cant imagine how bad i must look. "oh my god."
she hugs me. she hugs me and i grip her so tightly till i feel my lungs tighten. the tears are pouring harder now. im staining her white blouse.
"im going to die," i choke out. "they're going to kill me."
"what?" she gasps. "who?"
i try to speak but i dont stop crying. this is fucking awful. she shushes me and lets me continue, rubbing my hair in the softest way that makes me hope i wont die, just so that i'd experience it more than once.
"im here, dont worry."
of course you are. you're always here. always invading my apartment. always working on my nerves. always in my head since i fucking met you. i wish i didnt take that for granted for as long as i did. if i knew this was all i'd have left.
i dont know what possesses me. i pull away from her, my hands drift up to the buttons of her blouse. im careful so she knows i wont hurt her the way he did. she watches my bleeding knuckles, looking at me with tender eyes. she doesnt stop me. i flick open the first button as she stands above me.
"can i?" i choke out. "this is all i have."
she starts removing her own buttons. "you dont even have to ask," she tells me.
she trusts me so much. if this is all i have left then i dont want to destroy it.
she drops her blouse, revealing her bronze, skin bare skin and black bra. the sun in my blinds isnt doing her justice. i reach behind her and unclip her bra and her boobs spill out right in my face. her skin is warm. shes so warm. she lifts my ugly brown hoodie off my body, trailing her hand down my stomach.
her touch feels like satin. i dont deserve it. she doesnt deserve this.
"i-i dont want to use you as a coping mechanism," i tell her but im talking to a wall. i dont want to but i am. im going to die and all i want to do is fuck her one last time. there isnt enough time in the world.
she kisses me sorely, with way too much emotion for what we really are. two broken, fragile people. we have no business with each other, but she kisses me like i mean something.
"for you, san, i'd let you use me however you want," she whispers against my lips. "as long as its you."
i feel my heart pain. i want to cry again but my dick is hard and i can only focus on two things at once. so i deal with my boner first.
i slide down her thin, pink underwear from under her skirt and it drops to her ankles. she steps out of it and pulls my sweatpants out from under me, immediately sliding herself onto my dick.
she moans softly into my ear and it feels like heaven. shes like heaven wrapped in one complicated woman. she could destroy me. she could ask to end me and i would let her.
i'd rather it be you than anyone else.
i grip her softly and my hands are stinging but i dont care. i feel weak. but somehow with her here, it doesnt hurt as much. shes riding me slowly, its crazy how without any foreplay shes already drenched down there. i guess she does like me a little.
she peppers kisses all over my neck as i hold her up, losing my mind as she slowly sinks and rises onto me. i never fucking liked our stupid school uniform but seeing it on her like this, with her on me, just makes me lose my mind. jongho doesnt fucking know what he missed out on.
"you know i care about you right?" she whispers into my ear. "its about more than just the money. you know that right?"
my lips her are on her chest and i kiss her there slowly. "i know," i mutter. actually i didnt know that. i dont know what the fuck she sees in a dickhead like me.
"good," she says, then pushes me down to my back. she adjusts herself to straddle me properly but i cant watch her struggle to please me. i get back up and flip her under me, pushing her back down gently when she tries to protest.
"but-"
"i want you to feel the way you make me feel," i say. and i never thought i'd ever utter words like that. fuck, no wonder everyone thought i was gay.
i drag my lips down her perfect, sculpted torso and plant them onto her shivering, wet hole. she whimpers weakly as i stick my tongue inside, slowly impaling her with it. i dont care that im taking my time honestly. im going to die, so i might as well make this as long as it can.
i drink up her bitter juices, lapping my tongue across her slit. the moans she lets out are otherworldly, definetely worthy of a noise complaint. i dont mind it. i feel useful for once in my life. i slowly inch a finger into her warm hole, sucking on her pleasure button while im at it. i'd call it her clit, but thats too rough for me.
"san please," she begs. "i want you so bad, just fuck me already."
i stop at her request, getting up and over her. i line myself at her entrance, pushing in slowly. she throws her arms around my neck and the eye contact we have as i just lay there inside her is enough to make me drop it all. i'd drop it all and leave with her, wherever she wanted to go.
her hole feels like home. my dick fits perfectly inside her. its warm and hugs me and i cant get enough of it. i push in and out slowly, taking in her eyes. they havent left mine. her lips are parted in bliss, and i decide to kiss them. she moans into my mouth, and it feels like a fucking spell being casted on me. i accelerate the pace, and the lewd sounds of her squelching and our breaths syncing up are all that can be heard.
it turns around so fast. im fucking into her at a pace thats desperate. like if i fuck her any slower, its going to get taken away from me. everything will. her legs are wrapped around my waist and she clenches on me, as if she doesnt want me to ever leave. i dig my fingers into her skin, holding onto dear life as i feel myself getting closer.
"wait," she breathes. "i wanna do it standing up."
i pause mid stroke. "how?"
"against the wall. lift me."
i go along with it. we get up and she lays with her back against the wall, lifting her leg so i can put it in. i pick her up and she slides onto me perfectly, and this new angle makes my brain go foggy. its so much deeper and tighter, i can feel her soak onto me.
i start ramming into her against the wall and her hair is hanging down her face, making her look like a sexier version of the grudge. she looks utterly lost in it all, and its so enjoyable to watch. i feel like im doing something right seeing her looked so absolutely fucked out.
my legs grow weaker as i hit her walls, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. shes demanding, with her legs wrapped around me she wont stop till ive been emptied.
"you're so fucking perfect," she whisper-whines, and its enough for me to blow. i completely blow inside her and she creams on me at the same time, our juices mixed together like some fucked up smoothie.
i drop her and she doesnt remove her arms from my neck. instead she pulls my body towards her, till we're chest to chest, completely naked amd kisses me harder than she ever has before.
this isnt even because we're fucking. she just wants to do it. and honestly, i needed it so badly.
when she pulls away im left yearning for more. it makes me sick. "thank you," i tell her. "i needed this."
"i know," she says softly. "tell me everything."
***
after i tell yaera everything, we're sitting on the bed beside each other, a painful, weighing silence between us.
"what are you going to do?" she asks, sounding hopeless.
"i have to kill the guy. or miss A's going to kill me."
"the police?" she says but knows immediately it wont work.
"i'd die before miss A sees trial," i laugh emptily. "and i'd go to jail for sure. she has enough on me to make sure i'm wanted."
she's frowning. she's realizing money cant buy my freedom. or my life.
"after you kill that gangster...nothing will be the same," she says. "you'd have blood on your own hands."
i shrug and stare out of my window. "it ends here, yaera. for both of us."
she stands up abruptly and looks like she wants to break into sobs. "no you can't disappear after this. i still need you."
i smile weakly. hearing that makes me feel better. someone will miss me.
"when i'm gone, you can have my apartment. i have some money left over here, maybe you'll be able to get away for good. you'll never deal with that freak again."
she's not happy with my answer. "no, san. i dont want you to go. i dont want you to disappear. cant we catch a one way flight? can't we run? i'll run with you. i promise."
she actually wants to stay with me. when i dont answer yaera bends down infront of me, holding my hands. i cant believe how quickly things turned around. i have so much to lose.
"when you finish your business, we're getting the fuck out of here, okay? promise me. i'll get the tickets, i'll get everything ready. but promise me you'll come back to me."
i cant promise that i'll be alive. i want to, but i dont want to lie to her.
"i cant promise i'll make it back, yaera," i mutter. a tear rolls down her face. "and even if we run away, is this really sustaintable?"
"is what?"
"us?"
she scoffs. "i dont think now is the time to think of what we are. i dont care about defining this relationship, thats not important. all i know is, you're all i have."
"you're all i have too." i whisper.
"thats enough for me. so promise?"
"okay, i promise."
"good, now lets clean up here and pick a place on the map."
yaera and i spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up my shattered apartment. i take my parents pictures and throw it in the spare room where i dont have to see it. when we're done, yaera makes herself at home and lays down in my bed watching youtube. i get dressed and she switches off her phone when she notices.
"where are you going?"
"remember those gangsters you met the night you followed me? im paying them a visit." i tell her.
"your dad's old gang...are you going to ask them to help you?"
"yeah. i wanna see if they've heard from wooyoung. get help where i can."
"okay. is it cool if i stay over?" she asks. "i dont feel like going home."
she doesnt even have to ask anymore. i say my goodbyes and make my way downtown.
getting into mao's place has always been shady, im surprised there are guys outside the door. they see me and are shocked to see me, letting me in and muttering shit in cantonese under their breaths.
i find mao sitting around a table and gambling and by god, i find wooyoung too.
he freezes when i see him and i have half the mind to beat the shit out of him. this is where hes been the whole fucking time?!
"sannie!" mao yelps with his cigarette dangling off his lips. "look we're finally good enough for him again! i heard you've been visiting everyone BUT me!"
i run across the room and catch wooyoung before he can run. then i pick him up and toss him into the closest wall. "you DICKHEAD!" i scream.
mao's men jump up from their seats and get between us. "woah woah woah!" mao shouts. "no fucking fighting under my roof! take that shit to the alley!"
"what the fuck man?!" wooyoung huffs. "arent you glad im alive?"
"you couldnt pick up a phone? you couldnt call me to let me know?" i snap. "i thought you fucking skipped town!"
"i had to toss my phone!" wooyoung stresses. "miss A is looking for me."
"i KNOW! I KNOW SHES LOOKING FOR YOU BECAUSE ITS BECOME MY PROBLEM, WOO!"
i start laughing hysterically. "we're fucked. we're both fucked because of you and i hope you know that."
wooyoung stands up, dusting himself off. he has a remorseful look on his face. fucking say something coward.
"i tried to keep you out of it," he admits shamefully. "i was gonna get it done."
"you were gonna kill hongjoong by yourself?" i scoff. "you'd be done for before you even do anything!"
"mao gave me a gun," woo says. i look to mao and he shrugs.
"you know about this?" i ask him.
"as long as he doesnt involve me, i dont mind helping out," mao says. "i dont want black dragons on this side of the world, but bae su ji is losing her touch."
"who the fuck is bae suji?" both woo and i ask angrily.
"Miss A."
"you know Miss A's government name?" woo questions. mao shrugs.
"we used to date in high school."
we're getting off track. im still fucking angry, i turn to wooyoung.
"so? let me hear this fucking plan of yours."
"i dont want you involved san. we cant both be dead."
it feels like my veins are going to pop. "she's going to KILL ME if i dont fucking do something about that hongjoogn fucker. he put seonghwa in a wheelchair and killed changbin. shes going to kill me if i dont get involved, woo, so just tell me the fucking plan."
"hongjoong's sister is getting married soon," mao interjects. "woo's gonna wipe him out there."
"and then im going to skip town for real," woo says with a dark look. "mao's arranged for me to go to hong kong. im gonna work for him there."
"you know who was also supposed to go to hongkong?" i laugh darkly. "yunho."
the room falls into uncomfortable silence aside from the sound of dominoes hitting the table.
"i'll be there, woo." i tell him. "im leaving town too."
"where are you going?" both mao and woo asks.
"im leaving with yaera," i answer woo only. mao is confused and wooyoung tells him its my girlfriend.
"you left Flor?" mao is shocked. i sigh remembering that yaera gave mao a fake name when she followed me. i dont dignify him with an answer.
"alright man," woo sounds defeated. "now you know. i didnt wanna keep in touch because i didnt want to make things worse."
"they're already bad, woo. you not telling me changed nothing."
ive calmed down significantly. i feel defeated but at least i know this bastard is alive.
"what about mingi?" i question. "he started this shit in the first place."
"im taking them both out," wooyoung says. "mingi's the groom. hongjoong's walking his sister down the aisle."
how convenient. two birds with one stone. now, how were we going to get out of it alive?
"WE, wooyoung," i correct him. "WE'RE taking them both out."
***
yaera
after i helped san clean up his rampage, i saw something interesting in his spare room.
i stare at the daewoo k5 in my hands, i never realized san was the kind to keep guns. with the way he lives, i guess i shouldnt be surprised. he needs it more than anything.
something dangerous popped into my mind when looking at it. the first thing i thought of was wiping santo off this earth.
wouldnt i be doing a good deed? taking that rapist, pedophile and fucking freak off this planet?
he called me again. from a different number. i never pick up unknown IDs because of him. but i picked up this time, and all i heard was him breathing harshly.
"i dont like being ignored, yaera. it hurts my heart. you dont want to know how i act when im hurt."
i wonder if yasmine found out, and thats how she ended up where she did.
i know he wasnt anywhere near her when she died, but the thought that he touched her the way he touched me...the fact that she enjoyed it. it was driving me insane. i feel myself losing it with every single thought that flashes by me.
i just want to leave. i want san to finish up his business, come out alive and free me from this place.
we decided on soroa, cuba. europe wouldnt be a good place for us to start over in. latin america would be fresh. its going to be better.
i tried to keep busy but my stomach ached for san. with every apartment i looked at, every beach and every municipality i imagined living in, i had a thought of san never seeing it. i feel so fucking helpless.
i cant fix any of this. i never could but ive never felt this cornered before now. if anything happens to him, i know im going to end up in a ward. i cant leave this place without him when he helped me get to this point.
my parents have left me so many missed calls. so have irina and claire. none from anya? thats weird. she always leaves me the most calls.
i decide to call irina back. i havent heard from them aside from drug related business so it'd be nice if she could take my mind off the fuckery thats been taking place. they always have the most interesting things to tell me. vacationing in saint tropez, partying in monaco, i'd love them to tell me about cuba.
irina picks up first ring. "hey girl–"
"you fucking bitch," she snares at me. i jolt up from the bed at her tone.
"hello?" i repeat in confusion.
"anya is DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"
fire creeps up on my skin. it feels like all my hairs raising.
"w-what?"
"she fucking mixed whatever pill you gave her and she threw up all over herself. we fucking rushed her to hospital and she didnt make it!"
this has to be why my parents called me. oh my god. oh my god anya's dead.
"i dont know what you mean," is the first thing i say. probably not the best thing but its the first thing i could get out. there has to be people around her right now. i cant risk it.
"now you dont know what im talking about?" irina snaps. "you fucking killed her."
"anya has a history of drug abuse, irina. why are you blaming me for this? im sorry for what happened but dont call me with this bullshit ever again."
i quickly put off the phone and start hyperventilating. fuck this is a mess, my parents probably found out. they probably know. if i go home im screwed. i cant go home, they'll keep me there.
how do i stay out of this. i know i cant go to jail, none of them have any proof that i dealt them drugs. not a single shred of evidence. there are the cellphone records, but those calls cant get traced back to me. the phone's too old. i need to stay away from them.
i have to fix this, somehow. i cant unload it on san he has enough on his plate. but it sounds like ive made an enemy out of the closest thing i have to friends. i dont know what to do.
i look at the gun on my lap. i have to finish the story.
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