| Fan Fiction |
by Katvangsta a.k.a Miss Keethie
just...thinking? I mean, I understand if he was sleeping. After all, it was only four forty-seven... And if he was
thinking—His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes met mine. It was the first thing he saw. I was the first thing he
saw. I didn't know I had suddenly taken a step back, until I slipped, and felt myself fall backwards.
Young Bae reached out, and seized my arm, pulling me forward. But that was pretty much all he did. No, he
didn't do anything to cushion my fall—which explains why I fell on the boulder, next to him, nearly landing on my
face.
“Yah,” I pulled myself off the boulder, and sat up, “thanks for nothing.” He stared at me, clearly
contemplating... A wave crashed against the boulder, and water sprayed into the air.
“Why did you call me four in the morning?” I changed the subject. Young Bae still didn't answer. He
looked away from me, out into the sea, then up at the sky. Obviously, he wasn't gonna answer anytime soon.
“Fine,” I stood up to leave, “don't talk. I guess we had a change of plans.”I had just turned around and took a
single step, when he suddenly grabbed my arm, I fell back—towards him. This time, I had something to cushion my
fall. Yeah, I fell back, on him. He grunted in pain, and I realized that I just seemed to yell out, “Owww!”
Yesterday, that night when I was in horrible pain, it had been because of him. And when I jumped the fence
and scraped myself, he got it too. Yeah, he had the same injuries I had. I pulled myself off of him, and he sat up
again. “What did you do yesterday?!” He had almost yelled it out at me, but I was appalled. “I could say the same
about you,” I retorted, taking a seat on the boulder, next to him.
“Ok,” he nodded, “we can do this then. Let's play twenty questions.”
Twenty questions?
Isn't it a bit...child-ish?
“Where one asks a question,” he replied, “and the other one answers.”
I looked at him, I looked at him hard...And he didn't look like he was kidding... “Fine,” I answered, “but I get
to ask, too.” He nodded, and I now noticed that he hadn't even smirked so far. He didn't look a bit happy,
actually...It was as if the person on the phone that had called me, earlier, was a whole other person. The side of
him that was more happy—
“What is your real name?” he asked, laying down on his back, as if this game was gonna take a while. “What
do you mean?!” I looked out into the sea. It's blue, crystalline water reflecting the first few rays of the sun. “My
name is still the same. MIN SUN YE.” Wow. Is it just me, or...does it feel weird saying your own name...
“And all your sister's names are the same?”
“Yes,” I answered solemnly, “but our last names are all different.”
He smirked, the first one of the day, “Yeah. My brothers and I had to get different last names, too. To hide.” I
looked at him, astonished. Who could they possibly be hiding from? He probably knew my eyes were on him,
because he looked up at me. Immediately, I averted my gaze back to the sea, and sighed, “My turn.”
“Fire away,” he said in a bored tone—Hah, as if I was having any fun either...!
“How did this happen?” I asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, still looking out into the sea. I thought I heard
Young Bae chuckle. “How did what happen?” he wanted to know. I looked at him, lying next to me, and I saw that
he was looking right back at me from where he lay. Then I pulled my sleeve half-way down, showing where the cut
began. “How did THIS happen?” I asked again. He stared at my shoulder for a while, then he chuckled, and I heard
this one loud and clear.“Do you go around showing EVERYONE your shoulder? Or do I have an exception?”
I pulled my sleeve back up, “Yah, answer me. You've been asking me too much questions already.”
Young Bae let out a sigh, and looked up at the sky, as water fell down on us from the wave that had crashed
against the boulder. “Did you see that report in the newspaper about that street fight?”
“The one that caused The Bar to shut down?”
“Yeah,” he answered, “that was how I got it.”
I pushed my hair out of my face, “YOU and your brothers were in that fight?!”
Young Bae tucked his arms behind his head, “Why do you sound surprised?”
“Because my sisters and I could've DIED that night...!” I meant to think that, but I guess it came out.
“If it makes you feel any better,” I could tell he was grinning, “it was my brothers and I that escaped. And
besides, we're okay now.”
I shot him a look, but he must've not seen it. “Yeah, which explains why I still have the cut...!”
He smirked, “You think I don't have it too?” I looked away from him. Somehow, I get an uneasy feeling when
he's staring right at me like that. “Would you like to see my shoulder, too?” he asked, almost laughing.
“What happened yesterday?” I ignored him, and changed the subject. He finally looked away—yeah, I was
looking at him from the corner of my eyes. “Well,” Young Bae sighed, “I woke up, pulled a shirt on—”
“Yah, I meant...what happened to you yesterday, as in...WHY DID I FIND MYSELF ATTACKED WITH PAIN AT
THE RIBS...!?”
He grinned, “Maybe you should be more specific next time.” When he saw that I was actually waiting for an
answer, he replied, “What do you think happened? I reported back to Han Kyung with one less scorpion. You know,
the one that you happened to kill.”
“And so he PUNISHES you?” I wanted to know.
“Believe me,” he sighed, “when you're in MY position, ANYTHING'S possible.”
I shot him a look, “I'm NOT you, and still, ANYTHING'S possible...” Young Bae grinned, not making eye
contact, “Touche...”
I inhaled, taking in the morning air, “Yeah, well, when you're living my life...nothing really seems impossible.”
I directed my gaze away from Young Bae, just as he looked over at me, “You think your life sucks?”
I sighed, trying to look pass the deep blue of the sea, “No. I don't think my life sucks. I'm sure my life sucks.
I know so.”
“You say your life sucks?” His tone took a dive to the darker side, “how can your life suck anymore than
mine?” I shot him a glare, “Do you see your mom and dad everyday? 'Cause I can't seem to get a hold of mine. ” I
don't know how the conversation turned like this. I don't know why we were suddenly just glaring at each other.
Young Bae shot back the look I gave him, as he sat up. “Yes. I see my mom, but she's never conscious. And
for my dad...no, I don't think I'll ever see him again. Thanks to you.” I don't think I heard right... “Thanks to ME?!”
I tried to retain myself from yelling at him, “how is it—”
“Did you kill my dad?” Young Bae's eyes showed a glint of steel.
I was speechless. He thought I killed his dad...!? “Who was your dad?” I asked, “I've killed so many people,
from your clan, over the last few years...”
“When you were small,” he went on, “did you kill my dad?” I was about to say no. No, I haven't killed anyone
when I was small—but that wasn't the truth, and a sudden flashback hit me. Yes, it was that day of my
birthday...my ninth birthday. That day of my parents death, when Eun Jae had shot that guy, because of me.
“Yes,” I answered, even though I didn't, “I killed someone when I was small...but what were the possibilities
that it was your dad?”
“When was it that you killed that person?” he asked. I wished I didn't know the answer, but it was hard not to,
when it was the day of my birthday, the day of my parent's death.
“August 12,” I answer without hesitation, “why? Was THAT the day your dad died?” I looked over at Young
Bae, since he wasn't answering, and I saw that he was staring right back at me. “Yeah,” he answered flatly,“it was,
actually.”
My jaw must've dropped, because it didn't sound like he was kidding with me. Young Bae's glare at me hadn't
moved one bit. And I didn't know what to say, what was I to say? I...I killed his dad...
“What was your dad's name?” I asked, it wouldn't make any difference, but still...it-it couldn't have been his
dad that killed my parents...
“Eun Jae,”he answered, “Dong Eun Jae.” DONG EUN JAE? The very same Eun Jae that saved my life...? The
Eun Jae who's life I, too, saved? The one with that killer that killed my parents?
“I didn't kill him,” I answered, “if Eun Jae was your dad, then I saved him, actually.”
Young Bae glared at me, as if I was joking...but I wasn't. And if I was, now would probably be a bad time,
anyways... “You're kidding, right?” he studied my expression, not believing me.
Ironic how one second he thinks I killed his dad, then the next...i'm telling him I saved his dad. Hell, I
wouldn't have believed myself, either.
“I have proof,” I actually did. It was with me, too. I pulled out the gun Eun Jae had given me, and handed it to
Young Bae. Yeah, I brought it along with me, because—really—I thought that he had set me up for a trap this
morning. I also had my dagger—my dad's, actually—and it was secured to my ankle—as always.
Young Bae examined the gun. There really was no point, when it had 'Eun Jae' carved on it, so yeah, it was
his, alright. He must've noticed it, too, because he averted his gaze from the gun, to me, meeting my eyes. “The
only lives lost that day,” I began, “was the guy with your dad, and my parents.” And just like that, the glare in
Young Bae's eyes disappeared. I looked up at the sky, away from his eyes. Any seconds now...i'd begin to cry.
These tears I just can't restrain...
“What happened that day?” Young Bae asked, his voice hitting a softer tone, as he handed me the gun back. I
thought about it...I wasn't gonna tell him, but something in me gave in, and I ended up telling him the whole story.
Yeah, the whole story, like how it haunts me in my dream.
“I'm sorry,” was the first thing Young Bae said after I had finished, but he seemed to be thinking, and thinking
hard.
“Damn scorpions,” I cursed under my breath. I was well aware that I was crying, but I didn't care. No, I just
don't seem to care about much right now. “They...” Young Bae went on, “your parents were killed on your
birthday?” I nodded, sniffing a bit. He was grinning as he said, “If it makes you feel any better... you were already
killing before you were even ten.” I smiled a light smile at the thought...And then no one was saying anything, We
didn't speak for almost five minutes, so I looked over at Young Bae, and saw that he was—in fact—looking straight
at me. I wiped away my tears with my long sleeve. “What? Do you like seeing others in pain, or something?” And
before he had a chance to say anything, I went on, “OH. Right. You're a scorpion. You people have no heart.” I
secured my gaze on the glistening blue water, because the sun was now out and shining.
“Hey,” Young Bae spoke, clearly ignoring what I had just said, “if you didn't kill my dad... then... how did he
die?”
I wish I wasn't as curious as he was, but I had to admit, I was. After all, his dad was a nice guy. He was the
one that helped bury my parents. Even though I barely knew him, he saved my life. And I saved his. A life for a
life...so how DID he die that very same day? And where was he buried? Was he buried?
“Depends,” I sighed, not crying anymore, “who was it that told you your dad died?” Young Bae was silent for
only a brief second, before he answered, “Jung Han Kyung. My brothers and I were forced to live with him and his
daughter.”
Really...? I don't know which was more shocking. The fact that him and his brothers were forced to live with
that...heartless creature. Or the fact that the heartless creature had a daughter...
“What happened to your mom?” I asked, remembering what he had said about her never being conscious,
“you said she was never conscious, right?”
Young Bae was silent again. “Yah!” I lightly punched his arm, knowing that it would hurt me, too, if I had
punched too hard, “tell me! I told you my horrible history...!” And suddenly, as if it wasn't so sudden at all, I
realized I had let out the stupid, vulnerable side of me to him. I had told him everything there was to know about
me...! He realized this, too, because he smirked, “Yeah. You did, huh?” I rolled my eyes at him, as if it wasn't such
a big deal, which it was.
“My mom,” I hadn't expected Young Bae to actually tell me, but he did, “is in the hospital.” I looked over at
him, expecting it to be a joke...but then again, nothing today was a joke. Everything here, out in the open, was as
real as my horrible life. “She's in a semi-conscious state,” Young Bae went on, “or...that's what the doctor says. I
wasn't sure it was possible, but that's what the doctor said. And Seung Ri even confirmed it himself.”
“What's so special about Seung Ri confirming it?” I asked.
“Well,” Young Bae sighed, “he's the smartest one out of the five of us brothers.” I would've laughed, but then...Sun
Mi was also the smartest one of the five of us sisters. Wow, some couple they'd make... “Anyways,” I sighed, “go
on. I didn't mean to interrupt you.”
Young Bae turned his gaze on me, “You know, you're nicer than I've expected. I mean, here you
are...listening to me and everything.” I swear, I thought I would've blushed, but I guess it's a good thing my weak
spot disappeared...or should I say...was devoured. I glared at him, as if it was an insult, when it was far from one.
Young Bae grinned, “Well, then again, you were nicer to me before you found out about my brothers and I, along
with all that other stuff.”
I sighed, sarcastically, “Yeah...well, you should've savored it then, because it's never gonna happen after this
conversation. And I'm only listening to you, because it may have something to do with my life."
Young Bae smirked, before he continued on with the story, “Anyways, after several examinations on my
mom, behind the doctor's back, Seung Ri concluded that she was—in fact—in a semi-conscious state. He also says
that she can wake up whenever she wants...So we're all guessing she doesn't want to wake up. None of us are
sure why, but Seung Ri predicted that she didn't want to wake up to see the world end before her eyes. I think
that's a good reason, actually”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “I'd understand her if she didn't want to wake up. I mean, which mother dreams of waking
up one day and finding out that all her sons are killing innocent people.”
Young Bae looked over at me, his dark eyes were intense, but he didn't seem mad. He didn't speak, either.
I'm guessing he fell into deep thought.
I sighed, as a wave crashed against the boulder, repeating it's usual routine, with water splashing down on us,
“Young Bae, did you ever think that your mom is just waiting for a certain person to wake her up?” He was still
looking at me, his eyes never left mine, “I didn't think of that. I just assumed she didn't want to wake up. But...if
she WERE waiting for someone, like my dad, then...I don't think she'll ever wake up. Not to mention, with Han
Kyung watching after her...”
“HE'S watching after your mom?!” I asked--screamed. “Doesn't he have other things to do!? Other lives to
torture?!”
He sighed, a loud, exasperating, sigh, “Well, he's not so much WATCHING after my mom. He's using her as a
hostage against my brothers and I.” I had to hold my jaw from dropping, “WHAT?! He uses your MOM as a hostage
against you five?! How can he do that!? She's in the hospital...!”
Young Bae grinned at my reaction. Was it THAT hilarious..!? “He's got his clan patrolling the place. So my
brothers and I are allowed to visit her only once a week if we accomplish—”
“Your 'missions'?” I cut him off, “well what if you don't?”
He looked up at the brightening sky that absorbed the first couple rays of the sun, “Then...he threatens to kill
my mom and my brothers and I along with her.”
WHY was his life so extreme? I wonder what difference it would've made, if my parents were still alive? Would
he use them as hostages against my sisters and I? Then again, it was him who killed them...
And in the spur of the moment, it dawned on me. Everything Young Bae had told me finally clicked together,
like pieces of a puzzle.
“Han Kyung,” I grabbed Young Bae's arm, another wave crashing against the boulder, “That heartless
creature killed your dad...!” I thought he'd object, or something, but he didn't. He didn't say anything, actually. At
least, not until I let go of his arm, and said, “Yah, remember how your dad had promised he'd change, and not kill
people. He probably reported back to Han Kyung, and said he quit or something. Not to mention he didn't return
with the guy he was assigned the mission with.” Young Bae had a relentless look on his face. He suddenly looked
disturbed, angry, pis$ed off...
Then he sighed, and said something incomprehensible. Something I'm not so sure I can repeat... but I can
say this...it was worse than anything Yoo Bin or I have ever said.
“And this whole time, he's been blaming it on you...”
Blaming it on ME?! That...heartless [i] [insert your own word here] [i/]said it was ME who killed his dad?!
Young Bae exhaled removing his cap that he always wore, and...I was breathless. I forgot why I had just
been cursing. If my heart was still here, it would've forced me all over him.
I've NEVER seen him without his cap...
He had a mohawk. Shaved at the sides of his head, the back, and then...a mohawk at the top.
Whoa.
I know I don't know much about Seoul University, but I DID know that nearly EVERY girl there was in LOVE
with this boy and his brothers.
“The man has at least five thousand people working for him,” Young Bae said, putting the cap back on, and I
recovered back to my usual state, only to cover my mouth from yelling.
HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET FIVE THOUSAND PEOPLE TO WORK FOR YOU?!
“How...” I slowly removed my hand over my mouth, “how does he get five thousand people?”
Young Bae looked over at me, surprised—at my question, maybe—and said, “It's like a JOB. He either pays
them a good amount of money, or he's bribing them.”
“And you and your brothers work for him...because...?”
“He has our mom as a hostage,” was his answer, “and he pays us a high amount of money, enough to pay off our
mom's hospital bills, and to live a good life.”
HOW MUCH DOES HE PAY THEM?!
“One hundred thousand a mission,” Young Bae answered my question that I never even asked. And it
only made me more speechless. Damn, if I found that much money in a day...
“And your latest mission is?” I asked.
He smirked, looking right at me. His dark eyes suddenly sparkled, “To kill you and your sisters.”
I was drawn aback. But it wasn't as bad as it sounded...
“Funny,” I smirked, “my life-long mission is to kill him. To have some of his blood on the tombstone of my
parents as his so-called apology.”
“Good luck with that,” Young Bae patted my shoulder, “the guy is everything everyone fears.”
“And you?” I asked, “you fear him, too? You and your brothers are scared of him?”
He grinned, “Not so much SCARED. We're his top five favorites.”
I glared at him, why did he make it seem like a good thing? “And that would be because...?”
“Because we accomplish our missions.”
I continued to glare at him, “So you're saying you're gonna kill me?”
He shook his head, “No. Of course not.”
I thought I heard him whisper 'I think' to himself...but he went on, “Do you know how many people have
secretly found out about you and your sisters and tried to kill you guys?”
I shook my head, “I don't know, you thought I count that crap—” Wait. So the other day, when Ye Eun was
missing...that guy was a— “yah, so that other day, when Ye Eun was missing, the guy that kidnapped her was—”
“A scorpion,” Young Bae finished, “he kidnapped her to see if one of you guys would come after her. And,
well, you did. It was something Han Kyung ordered them to do. To see if it was really you and your sisters that
he's been hearing about.”
“So that night...when I was drowning in pain—”
“That was me, getting punished for attacking one of 'our own' kind.”
“Wow,” I said, not knowing what else to say, “there really are so many people after my sisters and I, huh?”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn't believe the reward for your family's blood,” he sighed, “its about fifty times the pay
for a week's missions.”
I don't think I needed to calculate that, because the outcome of the price would be...a LOT. Whoever it was
that killed us would be a millionaire.
“Well we've gotten rid of every one of those people foolish enough to try,” I replied, “so you think you and
your brothers are up for it?” He smirked, shaking his head, “No. We've taken the mission, because Han Kyung told
us that you guys were the ones that killed our dad...But now...”—and this was where his response shocked me—“i
think we'll look the other way.”
“And your plan would be...?”
He looked at me, grinning, “We work together, against the rest of the scorpions.”
A wave crashed against the boulder, the biggest wave of the day. This one was different from all the other
small ones that sent only some water into the air. This one crashed, and nearly flooded over the whole boulder. If
Young Bae had still been laying down on his back, he probably would've been soaked. Water crashed against me,
pushing and pulling, and I was washed backwards—almost falling off the boulder—but Young Bae seized my arm,
and pulled me towards him, so I fell against him.
He was sprawled on his back, and I was on top of him, his arms around my waist. Where is a photographer in
such a great pose?
I coughed up the water that had rushed into my mouth when my jaw dropped from Young Bae's proposal, but
he didn't seem to be letting go of me anytime soon.
“Hey—”I pulled myself off of him, but only to get myself wrestled to my back and pinned down on the boulder,
by Young Bae. His body warm against mine, even though we were drenched...I can't help but notice these kind of
things... And does he NOT think this is a big deal or anything? Being on top of someone?? I mean, I know our
clothes are on and everything—thank gosh—but still, it's not something to take lightly... And I'm guessing he takes
this VERY lightly.
I kill and all. But not ONCE did I have someone's body on mine like this. So you can probably imagine how
disturbing this is.
I tried to shove him off of me, but what use is it, when he's got your hands pinned down next to your head?
“Yah!” I tried moving a little, “let me go! What are you trying to do, huh!?” But he just smirked, and answered, “I'm
trying to get an answer out of you.”
“An answer?! For what?!” I was obviously screaming at him from UNDER him.
“Are you and your sisters gonna team up with my brothers and I against the scorpions?”
“I don't know,” I said sarcastically as I stopped struggling to breathe, “why don't I call and ask them?” But he
wasn't taking it sarcastically, because he only pushed himself harder against me. “Yah!” I felt the water from the
wave that—just now—crashed against the boulder, fall upon my face, “why does it matter what I answer?!”
“Because,” he chose not to yell, and whispered into my ear, instead, “ten against five thousand is better than
five against five thousand.” I glared at him from beneath him, and he smirked down at me. “Why don't you and
your brothers just go find five other people that are willing to team up with you guys?!” I was still yelling as I tried
to breathe with him on me. Young Bae looked down at me as if I was stupid, “Which five other people, that can kill,
is willing to go against those SCORPIONS?”—Okay, he had a point—”and besides, I'm sure you'll give in. After all,
they are the ones that sabotaged your life, and ruined it, right? Not to mention, he blamed YOU for my father's
death...just so I would kill you.” I glared at him—knowing he was right—and took a deep breath—or as big of a
breath that I could get with him still pressed on me. “Fine,” I answered, struggling again, “but on one condition.”
He pulled himself off me far enough so there was about a centimeter of space between us. Hey, a centimeter
was better than nothing.
“What is it?” he asked. I don't know if I was risking too much...but I ended up asking, anyways.
“You and your brothers have to come live with my sisters and I. I don't trust you guys at Han Kyung's lair.”
No, I am not out of my mind. You know that saying...”Keep your friends close, and your enemies
closer”...well, I'm going with that.
He nodded, “Fine. You have yourself a deal. And just so you know...before we have a showdown with Han
Kyung and his people, my brothers and I are gonna make you and your sisters train. So don't expect nothing when
the time comes.”
I avoided the water that came from this wave that just hit, and looked up at Young Bae as water dripped off
his cap, onto my face. I took a deep breath, “Don't worry, my sisters and I train all the time.”
But he just grinned, and whispered, “Not like my brothers and I, you haven't.”
Then he lowered himself back on me, and squeezed onto my wrists, pushing them harder against the boulder,
'til it began to ache. Yeah, I knew he could feel it, too.
“Try to get me off of you,” he still whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I looked up at him, and
smirked before I slammed my head hard against his. He loosened his grip on my wrists, as he winced to the
pain—yeah, my forehead was gonna be bruised—and I yanked my wrists out from under his grip, and slid them
in-between us, pushing him off of me. He just barely rolled off and landed next to me, when I stood up,
“Arrangements start today. I'll let my sisters know. And if you don't mind, I have a three year old waiting for
me at The Palace, so I'll to get going.” He sat up, and smirked, no, it wasn't those evil ones...but it was something I
would've expected.
“Here,” I pulled out Eun Jae's gun from my belt-loop, and tossed it to Young Bae, “if we're gonna be teaming
up, I think this is something more meaningful to you than it is to me. After all, I just saved his life, right? And
you're his son.” He caught it, and I think he actually meant it as he said, “Thanks.” A smirk tugged at the corner of
my lips, and I let it through, “No prob.”
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