| Fan Fiction |
by Peeps
“Sir.” Four fit men dressed in black suits and standing at attention bowed and greeted WooBin in unison in crisp sharp voices.
“Yes,” WooBin acknowledged them then proceeded to walk past them quickly and businesslike like the mafia boss that he is. Behind him, four other guards emerged from another black Mercedes and followed him closely at his heels. They glanced sideways just before they entered the house, looking for anyone who might pose any sort of threat to their boss.
“What do we have today?” WooBin asked the tallest and closest guard with a straight face and in a serious tone. The guard was also a sort of secretary to WooBin and second in command in the Mafia.
As the guard talked, WooBin walked towards the bedroom belonging to his now bedridden father.
“Master,” WooBin greeted and bowed. His face was straight and his tone betrayed no emotion.
“Yes. Now, leave.” The old man threw a glance in WooBin’s way and saw the figure of a man who was just fulfilling his responsibilities. Seeing how his own son didn’t feel anything for him, the old man sighed and his heart broke like it did every night. He wished he hadn’t insisted that his son address him as ‘master’ when he was young. He wished that he hadn’t forced his son to train so hard just so he could be better at fighting the rest of the older more experienced fighters in his mafia. He wished that he had put his son before his ‘tough’ image when he was younger. He wished that they were closer, but that’s too late now. WooBin just sees him as his master and feels nothing more than gratitude towards him. The tension in the air was just apparent.
As WooBin turned to leave, just for a fraction of a second, his face twisted into one of sorrow then returned to the blank face earlier. This was all caught by the tallest guard, who was the only one person whom WooBin really trusted in all of the mafia. He knew how WooBin felt. He knew what was going on. Yet, he felt compelled to keep quiet. They were men after all, and men never showed their true emotions, especially gang leaders.
“Stop,” WooBin commanded.
The guards bowed silently towards their boss then turned sharply at the heels to face the wide corridor leading to WooBin’s room, standing at attention and being serious as ever. The guards never smiled when they were in the company of WooBin. They only smiled at home. Although their work was tough and WooBin feeling all distant from them, they never thought to betray their boss because, one, brotherhood was the single holy code in the mafia and two, because of the strong bond created between them and their boss when he had helped them overcome the crises in their lives.
Passing through a fully furnished but slightly dusty room and reaching another door, WooBin reached for the tiny golden doorknob with his big rough hands then turned it to open the door and reveal his real room. It was where he slept and did his business in. It was also the only room where he dared call his current girlfriend and obsession in Japan and speak to her sweetly in a lovey-dovey way without the fear of being overheard.
WooBin was tired and with one hand, loosened his tie then removed it. He sat on his bed alone and thought of some things. Sometimes, he was jealous of JunPyo and YiJung. He was jealous that they got to spend every single day with their other half who would care and show concern for them. And JiHoo, even though he hadn’t found his other half yet, at least he had his grandfather. As for poor him, he could only get care and concern from his one girlfriend who was now overseas. He couldn’t get to hold her hands, hug her or even just wipe cream away from her lips. He could only talk to and see her face over his ultra-mega-expensive phone and though they did that every night, he missed her. He missed her badly. She was the only one of all the thousands of girls that he had dated who gave him the feeling of warmth and love. She was different and he loved it.
WooBin sighed and gave a tiny tired smile. Maybe his upbringing was the whole reason why he was once a Casanova or why he had felt so close to F4 and loved every minute spent with them. Perhaps they were his only paradise when he was young. Perhaps they were his only outlet from which he could escape his brutal father and the mafia. He was only truly himself when he was with them – lively, affectionate and cheerful.
Just then, his phone vibrated. WooBin turned to look at the caller ID on the phone. A smile crept to his face as his heart skipped a beat and his feelings soared.
“Hello, my sweetiekums!”
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"Perhaps they were his only paradise when he was young." Ya know this line in the story above? When I wrote and reread it, I heard 'Almost Paradise' in my head.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALMOST PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARADISE!!!!!!!