Primitive

As the elevator brought him to his floor, his heart only thumped faster; he peered out of the elevator, scanning the hallway to see if anyone was there or not. The coast was clear, he dragged Seojoon to his apartment, which was not even 15 feet away; he dragged him further to his bedroom and just pushed him in there. Seojoon was still unconscious, or at least, Sunwoo thought so; Sunwoo wasn't as experienced a Hitman as Seojoon.

Sunwoo had 2 years of experience, yes, but Seojoon had 4. After getting hit to the jaw, so hard and so fast that you get knocked out, you typically stay unconscious for a few seconds, sometimes even a few minutes, but not for 20 minutes, that only indicates severe brain injury. And Sunwoo knew he was strong, Seojoon also, now, knew Sunwoo was strong; bot not strong enough to give someone brain damage.

However, Sunwoo didn't know about the sciency stuff, he was a high school dropout damn it, all he knew was "enough bloodshed \= death". Seojoon was 17, in 11th grade; he was doing horrible in school and the fact that his mom and dad were abusive didn't help, he dropped out soon after starting the grade. He ran off to Seoul, since he lived in Gyeonggi-do, not really a smart choice, but his parent didn't send anyone to find him, so he was happy.

He worked in small diners, tiny food stalls, huge malls, big brand shops and at one point... He didn't work, at all. That was the hardest time, since he had just returned from his military service; he was 21, the minute apartment he had rented had been given to some other tenant, all his stuff was misplaced; he was devastated, he stayed a week at one friend's then another week at another friend's and did that for a while before he met Mr. In.

Mr. In was a man of average height, physically, but of a great height, monetarily and in terms of influence. He ran a multinational, and so did he a Hitman organization: NHAO, it didn't directly say that' we are a Hitman organization, come contact us! '. It said so discreetly, National Help Assignment Organization; help, meaning helping the ones who were wronged by their country's own citizens and their country's own justice system. Help, with its initial H, also meaning Hitman, so it was really a roulette, "Is it an underground money lending organization? A Hitman organization? A company that builds hospitals and school? A firm that kills? What is it?"

Anyhow, Mr. In saw this young boy, fresh out of military service, crying outside a run down building. He gave him a card, and just walked away, that's it. No other interactions had he ever had with Mr. In, but if Sunwoo had a father figure, it was Mr. In; but you couldn't ever get him to admit that.

Back to the present, Sunwoo is looking for rope, tape and handcuffs; it's been a while since he had a captive home, so he lost them somewhere in his storage room. Meanwhile, Seojoon was silently padding through the room, looking for anything sharp to possibly cut his future restraints; he wanted to really surprise the man. "Fuck! Zip ties will have to do..." Sunwoo exclaimed with disdain, he came back and found Seojoon limp in the same position he had left him, "Now, you handsome narcoleptic... Stay still…." he mumbled as he tied the rope tight around Seojoon and sat him on his chair.

After what felt like another 15 minutes, Sunwoo was done, and right on cue, Seojoon fluttered his eyes open and looked away instantly with a frown, as if the bright light was hurting his eyes. "Ah, perfect timing." Sunwoo's voice boomed out, "Ugh, where am I?" Seojoon mumbled, Sunwoo didn't answer immediately; he didn't answer at all. "Jeez, is this your room? Wow, you're a slob..."

Sunwoo raised his eyebrows, his hands falling to his sides as he looked around the room; clothes on the bed, empty snack wrappers in the corner of the room, soda and beer cans on the floor, guns and stuff just lying around; basically a rat's wet dream. Sunwoo felt a sudden heat rush to his face. He immediately started setting his clothes aside and rambling, like he did when he was anxious, "N-No, it's not usually like this! It's j-just that I was going on a date with you and I really wanted to look nice, since you're really handsome, and I want to be with you really badly...! It's clean m-most of the time, I swear. Believe me..."

Sunwoo trailed off, right after realizing that he was explaining his messiness to a captive, he shook his head, his face still a bit red. "Ugh, shut up!" He shouted, though he didn't actually mean any harm; "I'm quiet, I'm quiet." Seojoon beamed, his cocky smirk annoyed Sunwoo. "Come on," Sunwoo remarked, "spit it out, who wants me dead?" he demanded, "I don't fuckin' know, am I google?" Seojoon retorted, "Are you sure you want to be smart-mouthed, your jerk?" Sunwoo hissed, "You're completely at my mercy, FYI." he added.

Seojoon rolled his eyes, "Look, Sunwoo," he started, "I'm a Hitman, you're a Hitman. We both know that the person who requests the assignment isn't disclosed." he explained. Sunwoo actually considered his words for a moment before shaking his head and crossing his arms; "Fine, if not that... Then your agency, who are you affiliated with?" he questioned, genuinely curious, "My agency, huh?" Seojoon mumbled. "And no smart stuff, I'll cut your damn tongue off." Sunwoo stated, like cutting a guy's tongue off was just a regular, completely normal, Monday activity. "I, Lee Seojoon, am affiliated with..."

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