1 Chapter One

12:02am midnight the ice-cold rain was pounding hard against the street pavements in a secluded forest area in Seoul, thumping against the earth ground and snarling the at the trees that bent to avoid the fury. The lightening splintered the darkened sky, and the rain drops continued their ravage on the earth, ripping cruelly at the ground and whistling angrily through the trees. Kang-Joon slowly open his eyes and everything was blurry he sits up and takes notice that his in a luxurious sports car as he gets slight smell of leather in the backseat. He falls back down as his whole body felt very weak as he could barely lift his arms or function his body. He manages to lift one of his arms and rubs his eyes as they start to clear up a bit.

He turns his head and looks out the car window seeing that the car was driving a in a dark wooded forest area. He then looks away from the window in confusion and looks up at the front seat noticing his older twin brother talking to the person that's driving in an anger manner.

Kang-Joon clears his throat and rubs his eyes again. "H-Hyung." Kang-Joon says out loud in a croaked voiced but sounded like a whisper. Whoever his brother was talking to it's a very heated conversation then all of a sudden, the guy that is driving punches his brother making his brother slam his head into the car window knocking him out cold. Then at the sudden moment Kang-Joon started to panic as sweat started to form a lot on his body and forehead. His chest beating like crazy and Kang-Joon gathers some strength and quickly leans forward grabs a hold of the steering wheel and makes the car swerve sharply in the middle of the street. The car swerves in the middle of the street and comes to a halt as it doesn't crash into nothing.

The person that was driving swings his arm back and elbows Kang-Joon in the face making him groan loudly in pain and falling back in his seat. He groans and fells a cold slightly warm liquid coming out his nose and he touches it and sees that it's his blood. The unknown person quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out the car and opens the back-car door and tries to grab Kang-Joon.

Kang-Joon kicks as hard as he can against the guy and scrambles to the other side of the door and opens it falling halfway out the car. The guy gets back inside the car and Kang-Joon manages to get out the car but quickly drags himself to the passenger door where his brother lay unconscious. Kang-Joon manages to open the door and takes a hold of his brother hand and pulls his brother. The guy starts the car up and starts to pull off, he tries hard grabbing his brother but fails and falls to the ground and watches as his brother slowly opens his eyes and glances at him and mouth's

"Get out of here!…RUN."

Kang-Joon has tears falling from his eyes watching as his brother disappears in the night. He stumbles as he gets up from the ground and starts running in the car's direction. He cries even harder knowing he's not going to be able to reach the car.

"NO…H-HYUNG." Kang-Joon shouts and pants as he stops running. He then turns around as he hears a sound of an upcoming car coming from behind him. Then as soon as Kang-Joonturned around car slams right into in him.

The car screeches against the wet cold pavement and the bone crushing and impact sound that came from Kang-Joon body and he is sent falling quit a distance away. Kang-Joon's body makes a incredible loudly noise against the concrete pavement as the back of his head slams against the ground. He barely could keep his eyes open as the person that just hit him running up to him. Then he could feel blood coming down his face mixed with tears and snot. He lifted his hand up trying to grasp something but the person that hit him held his hand.

"You're going to be fine. Just hold on."

BEEP

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Kang-Joon slowly opened his eyes and quickly closed them as bright white lights invaded his eye sight. He opens them again still a bit blurry but, soon clears up. He takes notice that his right arm is in a cast and both his legs are in a cast. He groans and tries to turn his head but he can't a neck brace on is wrapped around him.

"Take it easy, Kang-Joon."

Kang-Joon looks in the direction of the voice and sees an older looking man wearing a white lab coat with dark blue scrubs. He groans lowly in pain figuring this person is probably his doctor.

"As you may have noticed, you're in the hospital Kang-Joon. I'm Dr. Yoo. Kang-Joon you suffered a lot of injuries being hit a car." Says Dr. Yoo.

Kang-Joon just glances at his doctor and looks up at the ceiling with a void trance gaze.

***

White clouds slowly drifted by in the gloom sky as Kang-Joon is laying on the roof top of his job a luxurious restaurant building. Kang-Joon looking up at the sky watching the soft puffs glide along he then takes a small drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out his double pierced nose. He then takes his other hand that was resting under his messy hair and holds it out to the sky and forms a circle with is hand. He forms the small circle with his hand and closes one of his eyes and looks through the small circle with his other opened eye. Then takes another drag of his cig and then sits up and crosses his legs and puts his hand in his blonde hair messing it up even more.

He sighs as he listens to the city being lively and closes his eyes but winces in pain as a plastic bottle is thrown at his head. He turns his head slightly seeing his annoying ass boss looking at him with his arms crossed with a pissed off expression.

"Kang-Joon!!! Get your fucking head out the clouds and get your ass back to work!!!" Says his boss shaking his head and leaves slamming the roof top door in process.

Kang-Joon sighs and takes a drag of his cigarette. He then stumbles a bit and gently pats the front and backside of his sleek black pants dusting away any dirt that may have gotten on him. He then takes one more drag of his cigarette and flicks it to the ground and steps on it. Kang-Joon then makes his way back inside the building and walks down the stairs into the lockeroom and heads straight to the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror with no emotion he takes in his lanky, very skinny body. He buttons up his shirt all the way to the end covering his neck tattoos.

He then splashes cold water on his face and then grabs a paper toilet and wipes his damp face and walks out the bathroom. He heads straight to the kitchen and his boss slams his note pad paper against his chest and Kang-Joon rolls his eyes.

"You have the VIP section tonight. Do not disappoint and keep the customers happy." Says his boss.

"Whatever." Kang-Joon says in a whisper clicking his teeth and leaves heading towards the VIP section.

Kang-Joon sighs walking up the stairs to the huge VIP section. I sigh hate this fucking Job but at least tonight I'll make a good chunk in tips. Seo Kang-Joon 25 years old single parent blood type O+ not that it matters but anyway he lives in Seoul, South Korea. A high school drop out by choice you could say. He works at a restaurant called Food Affair best known for its high quality and standards in french cuisines foods and known for its famous and high scale clients. Kang-Joon suffers from all the shit you can think of depression, anxiety, ADHD, and more the list could go on and on. His life is a shit show as he has a lot of demons he haven't faced yet.

"Hey are you just going to stand there and not take our order. We don't have all fucking day." Says a customer getting a little loud.

Kang-Joon bites his lip holding in his anger. "Sorry, what came I get you." Says Kang-Joon as he starts writing down their orders.

Kang-Joon walks out the restaurant with his hands in his pockets and his black apron folded under his arms. He steps outside and shivers a bit as the cold ice air breeze by him. He then pulls one of his hands from his pocket with his pack of cigarettes and takes one out. Kang-Joon lights the cigarette and takes a hit as he gazes as people walk by him and the bright lit signs that lit up the Seoul district. He then glances down at his watch and curses under his breath.

"Fuck!" Kang-Joon says and quickly starts running down the streets of Seoul. The cold wind biting at his face making his cheeks have a slight hint of red to them as he tries to pick up speed.

He soon reaches his destination with both hands on his knees in a bent posture. He straightens himself up still breathing hard as every exhalation fogged the air with a drifting, ephemeral white cloud that had barely dissipated before the next warm breath condensed into another misty plume.

Kang-Joon then puts his hand in his hair and moves it around a bit trying to fix his appearance a little. Then starts walking inside the building and upon entering the building a small smile graces itself upon his face as he gazes at his son sitting in the corner of the school building. He walks towards his son and stands in front of him and crouches down to his level.

"Wonho, ready to go home." Kang-Joon says looking at Wonho as he grabs his small hand.

Wonho looks up at his father snugged in his navy-blue parka coat from looking at his shoelaces and nods his head. Kang-Joon puts his hand in his sons pitch black hair and scrunches it a bit and then grabs a hold of Wonho's hand. They both make their way out the school building and Kang-Joon looks down at his son.

"What would you like for dinner?" Kang-Joon asks as they walk down the side walk hand in hand.

Wonho busy looking at the ground as they walked. "Cutlet." Wonho says in a quiet manner. Kang-Joon nods his head and slightly tightens his hold on his son's hand. Kang-Joon sighs as he looks away from his son as they cross the busy street at the cross walk deep in thought. He then looks at his son again seeing his sons with no emotion on his face sometimes it scared him how quiet and well behaved and reserved his son is 8 yrs. old but then again, he gets it from him. His Wonho and his world, the only thing keeping him functioning. Kang-Joon then looks down at his son as he felt him tug his pant leg as he's looking at him.

Kang-Joon looks at him in confusion and looks up and noticed they're already at their apartment standing in front of their door. Kang-Joon quickly gets his keys out from his pocket and unlocks the door and Wonho walks in first. Wonho takes off his shoes and neatly places them on the shoe holder and walks to his room with his backpack.

Kang-Joon closes and locks their apartment door and takes off his shoes and jacket and throws it on the couch. He then makes his way into the kitchen and washes his hands and starts getting dinner ready. Kang-Joon wipes his hands on his orange apron and starts chopping the clean vegatable into shreds. The knife glides silently and gracefully between the multiple layers of the cabbage deep in thought Kang-Joon stares at the cabbage with a trance look.

"RUN…!"

Kang-Joon jumps as a hushed sharp pierced iced whisper goes pass his ear and winces in pain as he slices his finger and quickly turns around as he felt a presence behind him but nothing. He then looks at his finger and quickly walks over to the sink to clean the blood off.

"Fuck!" Kang-Joon says as he watches the blood disappear under the cold water. He then turns around and smiles when he sees Wonho with the medic box. He kisses Wonho's forehead and ruffles his hair with his other hand.

"Thanks, bub. Go set the table, please." Kang-Joon says and grabs the medic box.

Kang-Joon walks towards the small table and sets a plate in front of Wonho and then himself. He then sets and watches Wonho use his chop sticks to pick up a piece of fried pork cutlet. Wonho puts the piece of meat in his mouth and chews slowly and looks at his father and nods his head in delight. Kang-Joon smiles and starts eating.

"How was your day?" Kang-Joon starts as he picks up his small rice bowl and eats a bit.

Wonho looks at his cabbage and eats a tiny piece. "It was fine." Wonho says shortly.

Kang-Joon nods his head. "Make any friends- "Kang-Joon says but is cut off.

"They're all annoying and I rather be to myself." Wonho says keeping his words short and putting a piece of pork in his mouth.

Kang-Joongives a small chuckle and eats more of his rice as he stops asking Wonho anymore about his day knowing that all Wonho is going to say. Soon their dinner is over with and Wonho is taking a shower and getting ready for bed.

Kang-Joon dry's his hands with a towel as he finishes up washing the dishes and makes his way to Wonho's room. He gently knocks and sees him already in his sleep attire with a towel on his head. He then walks in the room and sits on Wonho bed and kisses his forehead. "Good night, bub."

"Night, Dad" Wonho says getting under his covers and turning over. Kang-Joon gets up from Wonho's bed and turns the kids desk light of but stops as he looks at the kid finished homework that's on his desk. Kang-Joon shakes his head and looks at Wonho. "Too mature and smart for his age." Kang-Joon says in a whisper.

He leaves the bedroom and makes his way back to the kitchen and opens the fridge and grabs a small bottle of Vodka. He then walks to their living room and sits down and twists the cap of the Vodka bottle and takes a huge swig. He scrunches his face as the bitter, pungent, strong taste touches his tongue and throat.

Sometime later Kang-Joon is slouched on the couch with hazed squinting eyes looking up at the ceiling. He then looks at his clock on the wall in which read, 12:02am. His body felt warm and cozy and also felt like everything is vibrating. He then sets up on the couch and reaches for the Vodka bottle on the glass table. He reaches for the bottle but as goes to grab the bottle and slightly picks it up a pale dirty ice-cold hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Kang-Joon freezes and slowly looks up and he starts to shake.

Kang-Joon eyes widens and he bits his lip trying not to react because across from him is half naked pale dirty body and young man with black hair hanging messily in his face. The person looks up at Kang-Joon with pitch black eyes and it opens its mouth.

"KANG-JOON..., HELP ME!"