𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 // 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙯 ✔

𝟭 • 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

♤han chaewon♤

'-yeah the famous mafia gang the boyz has finally left the town!' the woman cheered through the radio - which was put on the counter. the sound of her voice was barely audible, but as i was close to it, i could hear it. 'it's been a week since they last appeared, so i guess we can say that they're not here anymore!'

bullshit. i thought as i struggled with the plates i was holding in both of my hands. it was totally absurd, think that they had disappeared just because they didn't show up for a day. i sighed eternally before i laid on the table the dishes the customers had ordered.

"eat a lot." i said and bowed slowly, the man gave me a smile and thanked me, but i couldn't waste more time. i was in a rush with the other orders so i started to walk faster to the kitchens. wiping off the sweat of my forehead, i breathed out to calm myself. i really hated this job, sometimes, but if i wanted to not being fired, i needed to do very well on this.

"chaewon. go." i heard my supervisor groan behind me, annoyed. i turned my head to him, he was working with us too, the same sweat was rolling down his head. he was really invested in his job.

i gulped and nodded vividly to him, restating to work right away at the same speed as the other waiters. i saw a man at the entrance, so i hurried to give him a table. black hair and prestigious suit, i found it pretty weird that someone who looked that wealthy would come to that cheap restaurant.

surely a business man or such a thing, but i really didn't give a single shit. give us your money you rich jackass.

"huh- welcome to our restaurant! have you made a reservation?" i said as i stopped just in front of him, adressing him the fakest smile.

his eyes wandered around the room and stopped somewhere, i didn't take the time to follow his gaze, i just wished he could answer me quickly.

"no need for that, a friend is already waiting for me here." he replied after a second, longer than a lifetime for me. he shook his head, and i let out a sigh of relief.

"sure, then." i pressed my lips together and lowered my head as i walked again to a table, collecting the dirty dishes. what an exhausting day. i endured this torture until the last client, the last plate to clean and then every workers cleaned the entire restaurant. i think we all finished around 1am.

as i put my apron in my locker, i looked at myself. only if i could be as pretty as those women on the soju bottles. i found myself ugly, flashes of most famous actresses filling my head. i grabbed a hairbrush and brushed my purple hair with it. it wasn't my real hair, just a wig i wore everyday. my brother would kill me if i had done my real hair in purple.

tired as hell, i closed my locker and walked to the exit with my coworkers. the moon was glowing among the stars, the darkness of the sky was reflecting on the puddles of water on the floor.

"the night is so pretty today, oh and did you hear the news? the mafias are gone?" one of the girls next to me said to her friend. i smiled to myself secretly, not believing in it at all. but because i wasn't in the conversation, i just shut my mouth for once.

i followed my route to my apartment, about ten minutes away from where i was. hugging myself as the really cold wind of the evening was hitting my back harshly. at a turn of the street my sharp eyes noticed two figures on the ground, one upon the other one. i frowned my eyebrows, processing what i was seeing.

after a while of staring at them, i understand as i saw a knife being pulled out of the now dead body and dug again somewhere in his stomach. blood everywhere on the sidewalk, i couldn't move. i was terrified by what i was looking at. i could just cover my mouth and stay stoic. i told myself to run away, but my feet were stuck to the ground. this was really bad.

the man who stabbed the other sighed and took his knife back, wiping the red fluid on his jacket.

"he was really provoking. i will kill every man of his kind." he said loud enough, i could hear it clearly from where i was. suddenly, another man came out of the alley, chuckling along. i stepped back, this one was closer to me.

"let's call someone to clean this up, everyone in here thinks we left, so let's not make too many waves, i want them to be scared." he said as he passed to the other a tissue to remove all the blood on his face. i knew it.

i shivered and finally started to walk the other way, not making a single sound. at a certain distance from the turn, i breathed out deeply, looking at everything around me in fear. that's when i realized i had fresh tears on my cheeks. i swear i wasn't that weak..

i leaned on the wall of the building, not daring to go anywhere after what i had seen. the darkness of the night wasn't pretty anymore, it was scary and stressful. i took my phone out of my pocket and stared at the number i just wrote in the dialect. i just didn't know what to do but calling the cops didn't appear in my mind as the best thing to do.

looking at the turning point again, i saw the two same figures, walking in my direction with no hesitation. holy shit. i started to run as fast as i could, no car on the road was there to save me. fighting against the tiredness of my legs, i forced myself to run until i fall on the ground, definitely out of breath. i really didn't want to die. not now. not here. not this way.

less than a second later, i got roughly grabbed by the arm and pinned on the wall.

"i got her." i heard faintly, i was thrown into a panic that i couldn't even explain with words. i tried to set myself free, i was too weak to do that. i had nothing on me to protect myself, so i was so fucked up.

"p-please don't kill me! i d-didn't do anything! spare my life i beg you-" i started to cry out outrageously but he put his hand on my mouth to shut me up.

i sobbed loudly as i could when he got closer to my ear.

"what did you see? exactly? if you tell me precisely, i'll maybe not kill you, angel." he said in an olympic calmness, yet he was threatening at the end of every word he used. he slowly removed his hand for me to talk, i wasn't sure about what was the good answer.

my legs were numb, i only held onto him to stand still. his hands, covered with blood, were trapping me in the tiny space of his arm, not letting me any way to escape.

"i- i just s-saw the b-body-y but i don't know you i swear- i won't say anything please just let me live." i joined my hands together and desperately rubbed them against each other.

my head hung down and i cried silently.

"give me it." he said and when i lifted my head, he was talking to the other guy. the tall man threw a pink tissue at him and he put it on my mouth and nose, forcing me to breathe in it. i struggled to not do so but in the end, i knew he won.

i coughed for dear life as i already saw myself dead on the sidewalk.

welcome welcome! it's been a while since i work on this, so i hope that you will like it ♡♡ tell me what you think about it, i'm gonna post 3 chapter for now so you can have an idea if you like this fanfic or not!