Gunpoint Brave // Markhyuck

" Russian Roulette. "

[Donghyuck POV]

Casual morning jogs were life.

Donghyuck brushed his fingertips against the chilly morning air, relishing in the feeling of freedom.

Michael Jackson's 'Billy Jean' blasted from his ear buds while he observed the icy glass buildings of Seoul from a green park leisurely. The music drowned out all of the noise, and it was a nice way to avoid social interactions he really didn't want to have; in the mornings or daily.

He inhaled the cold air, feeling rather refreshed.

It was nice.
Living relaxed.
It was a privillage.

Sadly, his life wasn't exactly like that in reality.

As long and nice as the jog was, it needed to end.

Donghyuck rounded a tall, sophisticated building. The people of Seoul were bustling to work, some eager, some half-asleep. To not bump into anyone, Donghyuck slowed down and eventually just walked.

Turning down a road, the cityscape faded out into apartment buildings. Apartment buildings faded into large homes. Then, the homes lead to clusters of mansions.

One of them being Donghyuck's home.
The biggest one on this side of town was his, to be exact.

He stopped at the front gate and stood in front of the entrance camera. In no later than ten seconds, a voice greeted him.

"Welcome back, Little Prince."

The gates unlocked, allowing him to walk to the front doors. They opened by themselves for him.

Lines of maids and butlers bowed politely at him. He gave them a smile.

"Good morning, Little Prince."

"Good morning, Noona," Donghyuck said.

"How would you like your breakfast today?"

"Mm..." Donghyuck thought for a moment. "Anything the hyungs and noonas make are good! But just not anything too spicy. Also, could I get some water please?"

"Certaintly."

A maid came with a cup of water with some ice in it for him. He drank it all and thanked her kindly for it. He then asked for his breakfast to be sent to his room since he figured he would eat it a bit later because he wasn't that hungry.

The serving crew bowed before turing to leave towards their next duties.

Donghyuck knew they would get fired if they called him anything other than, 'Young Master', 'Little Prince', or 'Sir'. But that didn't mean he couldn't call them by their names. Plus, he considered them great friends.

"Have a good day, Jennie-unnie and Jisoo-unnie! Looking sharp, Wooshin-hyung! Make sure not to work too hard, Jaeyoon-hyung! Hwasa-unnie and Wheein-unnie, enjoy your day!"

The crew sent him nods, giggles, and waves. All smiled at Donghyuck's energy. He may have turned 18, but he was still a kid in their eyes.

"Morning. How was your run?"

"The best," Donghyuck giggled at the person coming down the stairs. "Going to work hyung? Or The Mirror?"

"The Mirror," Dawon said as he straightened his tie. "I gotta talk to the top about the next activity."

"Man, they're getting a lot of activities these days!" Donghyuck noted.

"Yeah, looks like the south is up to no good again," Dawon sighed. "Wanna come along? I've got some time so you can shower. I heard Jaemin is on the training floor today."