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“You know I saw you, right?”
Jinyoung paused, he looked back at the stranger as he struck his most piercing gaze.
“I have proof too. If you don’t want me exposing you to the police, you’ll cooperate,” The stranger was stern, his threats were below the belt for Jinyoung but he had no choice. Fuck, what did he get himself into.
It was like any other day Jinyoung supposed as he fought his greatest struggle, getting out of bed. He had no job to get up to and he could play hooky all he wanted if he played his cards right. It’s not like Jinyoung wanted to get fired from his last job. It was more like Jinyoung had “accidentally” lost his temper at a customer as he instinctively broke his desk. Customer service is a very stressful job, in Jinyoung’s defense.
Oh, yes. Also the fact that Jinyoung has superhuman strength that is uncontrollable and him breaking his work desk as if it was a pencil. Jinyoung sighed as his family ran their mouths at him as he yet again lost his job because he “couldn’t control his strength.” It wasn’t like Jinyoung was hit by a meteor or drank a weird drug for him to obtain a crazy power but in fact it was through his family bloodline that allowed him such strength. Through some freaky anomaly, the power was supposed to be passed only through the females of the bloodline yet Jinyoung was given the power. His brother Youngjae didn’t have the power and he was honestly quite jealous that he didn’t.
Jinyoung was dragged down by his strength and only tried to hide it. If only he didn’t have super strength maybe he could live normally, he wished. Jinyoung quietly sulked on his bed, he knew that the moment he would get up he would have to find another job. Jinyoung didn’t want another dumb job that he had no passion for, he wanted something he liked. All he ever wanted to do was make music, but life said fuck that as years ago he had landed a music teacher job but due to life sucking and his complete clumsiness he had broke one of the music center’s grand pianos. Thanks to that incident, he got so many odd jobs just to pay off the damn thing and never thought about going back into music; it still made them wonder how an expensive piano like that broke by the hands of a scrawny tall kid like Jinyoung.
“Hyung~” Jinyoung’s angelic younger brother knocked before he entered the room. “Wakey wakey!” Youngjae skipped to Jinyoung’s bed as he playfully shook him awake.
“Young—”
“Get a job before I kick you out before our rent is due,” Youngjae’s sweet loving tone drastically changed into his true demonic form. Jinyoung regretted ever breathing in Youngjae’s presence; he totally forgot that Youngjae would skin him alive if Jinyoung ever miss his share of the rent. Plus him not having a job is the more reason for Youngjae to do so.
“Youngjae, I don’t feel so good today. Won’t you let your hyung off the hook?” Jinyoung weakly excused himself.
“You don’t feel so good? I haven’t slept in 30 hours,” Youngjae gave a grim expression yet scarily smiling back at his older brother, “and you’re here sleeping like a baby.” Jinyoung gulped, he wished he hadn’t said that. Youngjae was in the process of completing his residency and long hours at the hospital was only normal. Youngjae was already a demon but fatigue brought it out more often than Jinyoung could handle. “It’s so nice doing nothing while your little brother works almost everyday with little to no breaks, I hope you feel better!”
“I’ll… go look for a job,” Jinyoung gurgled the words as Youngjae darkly beamed at him. “I think I can handle the pain…”
“I’m glad to hear that!” Youngjae spritely said, clapping his hands together in rejoice. Jinyoung was glad that Youngjae didn’t inherit the power of strength or Jinyoung would’ve been dead a long time ago.
—Beep—
“You will die, Jackson Wang! Sell your company or die!”
Jackson sipped his morning tea as he listened to his wonderful voicemails he had been sent by baseless threats and his daily ‘ fuck you’s. Things weren’t always easy for the world renowned Chinese million dollar music producer-slash-CEO of his own label. He had to live with the facts and just go with it, not like he cared either way. He spent his morning like everyday and after he would thoughtfully listen to his array of death threats, his assistant Yugyeom would usually call him up.
“Hello, Kim secretary,” Jackson greeted his assistant warmly as he always would.
“Mr. Wang, I take that you’ve heard the messages?” Yugyeom asked; always with the worry, Jackson sighed.
“Yeah, same old same old. Doesn’t it get tiring for them? Like when have I ever experience any fucking event that had to do with trying to kill me. I have yet to be in danger which is quite disappointing from all these death threats I get,” Jackson huffed. Yugyeom would always questioned his boss’ process of thinking, did he actually want to get kidnapped?
“Sir, I know you doubt your security being tested but I really think it’s time to, I don’t know, hire a bodyguard?”
“Nope, no thank you. We use that money instead of a dumb bodyguard we should hire a hot new secretary!” Jackson proudly exclaimed.
“Sir, you do know that I’m your secretary?”
“Yeah but one I can look at! I want a cute secretary like Park Seojoon’s!” Jackson excitedly proposed as he had recently seen a commercial for a drama that also addressed a Secretary Kim but Jackson’s Secretary Kim was not well… his type of Secretary Kim.
“You didn’t watch the thing! Sir! I really believe that we should hire a bodyguard for you, i even took some time to look into it for you! There are a lot of good promises, I assure you—” Jackson hung up before Yugyeom could finish; he was a man nearing his thirties but he pouted like a five-year old, he didn’t want a bodyguard he wanted a cute assistant he can have a cute comedic romance with. Jackson’s phone rang again and he immediately answered a slightly more annoyed Yugyeom. “You hung up on me?!” Yugyeom practically screeched.
“I’ll do it again if you don’t drop the bodyguard thing,” Jackson playfully warned.
“Fine! I’ll stop talking about it! You have two meeting this morning, one with your brothers’ and the other—” Yugyeom proceeded with Jackson’s other agendas as his boss groaned in agony. “What now!” He was so close to snapping.
“Cancel the meeting, I don’t want to deal with them right now, Tell ‘em, I had other business to attend to,” Jackson never liked meeting with his brothers especially since they have nothing to do with Jackson’s type of business.
“You… you want me to lie to them again? I don’t think this excuse will work on them, I’m sure they’re suspicious after I’ve said it thrice but the fourth and fifth time they didn’t seem to buy it,” Yugyeom stammered.
“Well you know what they say sixth time’s the charm!”
“Sir, they don’t say that…” His assistant sighed loudly as Jackson laughed as he hung up.
Jackson was glad he ran his own company. He was glad he could play hooky every once in awhile, because he was the boss.
So far, things were shit for Jinyoung. One, his plan of playing lazing around to enjoy a good book failed. Two, he had an already hard time looking for a job because he had been practically fired from all of them. Jinyoung sighed, his last option was to apply for construction job despite his amazing ability he was always turned down for his weak appearance. Jinyoung honestly had no choice at this point because fuck it he’d rather not have his head on a stick.
Luckily there was construction area by Jinyoung’s area and hoped that he could offer his help. To his surprise he had seen two large vehicles blocking most of the road. The ten-wheeler truck was perpendicularly parked in the middle of the road blocking the path of a large school bus, Jinyoung silently approached the two vehicles closer as it would cause more commotion for ongoing traffic.
“I said beat it old man!” A awfully young looking thug in a suit pushed a defenseless old man away. “Can’t ya see we’re busy here? Do I have to tell it to ya in a different way?” The young man threatened. Jinyoung was annoyed at the guy, he hated the injustice and most importantly how he was just bullying an old man.
“Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing?” Jinyoung came in; he wanted to act as a mediator, hoping to desist the situation.
“Hey why don’t ya mind ya own fucking business, asshole!” The thug spat at Jinyoung’s direction.
“Why don’t you let this man through, you’re parked as if you own the street, do you want me to call for the police?” Jinyoung pulled out his phone but the thug grabbed it before Jinyoung could dial for help. The thug slammed Jinyoung’s phone to the ground and stepped on it a couple of times completely breaking its screen. Jinyoung gritted his teeth as he picked up his shattered phone from the ground. He tried to keep calm before losing his mind because he didn’t want to hurt, well just not yet. “You completely smashed my phone! Pay for it,” Jinyoung stood his ground.
“Ah?” The thug sounded confused. “What did you say?”
“I said pay for the damages, it was a new phone too.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Jinyoung pulled on the thug’s ear as he practically screamed into his ear, “Pay for my fucking phone damages, you asshole.” He continued to press tightly on the thug’s ear, he looked back to the old man, “Please get out of here and call for the authorities,” Jinyoung told the old man; he weakly dashed out of the scene with Jinyoung still tightly holding onto the thug’s ear.
“Let me go you fucker!” He swatted Jinyoung’s arm away from him, Jinyoung hoped he didn’t exert any strength that could hurt him badly. “You bastard! That hurt!” The thug retaliated with an upcoming punch but to his surprise this scrawny snoop stopped his punch by grabbing his wrist. Jinyoung’s expression was blank as he tightened his grip on this asshole. Maybe his hold was too tight as the thug screamed in pain as he screamed for backup.
“Hyung!”
From Jinyoung’s side another man with a pipe tried to attack Jinyoung. “Oh fuck!” Jinyoung retaliated with using the thug in his hold as a shield. He was knocked unconscious, Jinyoung dropped in shock and his ally was in too. They comically looked at each other before the man’s next attack. Jinyoung dodged the man’s heavy swings and punched him in the gut as defense. Forgetting his strength, Jinyoung had sent him across the construction site and lucky for his enemy into a soft-ish pile of dirt. Jinyoung hoped he didn’t kill him.
Thanks to that loud commotion, more of these thugs came into the scene. Jinyoung released a cold sweat as he knew they were in a world of pain.
So far things were great for Jackson Wang. He exfoliated which was good, because skin care is self care bitches, and he totally skipped his meeting with his god awful brothers that tried to get him looped into the family business. Jackson already exfoliated why stop there with his self care.
He happily drove down the road; he softly hummed to the radio as he continued aimlessly drive the streets of Seoul. He stopped by a near corner because of a school bus being blocked by a truck. Jackson pulled over and parked his car to investigate. He saw a small old man run past his way and stopped him before he could go any further.
“What’s going on over there?” Jackson asked the old man who was wheezing for air. “Sir? Do you need any help?”
“There’s a bunch of gangsters over there and a young man!” The old man pointed passed the school bus. Jackson scorned, how fucking disgusting! “And the children! Oh god the children!” The old man had scurried out of fear that he had forgotten about the children.
“Call the police, I’ll go get the kids,” Jackson ran to the bus when there he saw… him.
A young man no older than Jackson, fighting off a gang of thugs with a single punch. His strength was outworldly, the guy wasn’t even breaking a sweat! The mysterious man single handedly fought dozens of men twice his size and all Jackson could do was watch. It was so mesmerizing how his punches would send lowlife thugs almost 100 meters away from where they were.
Police sirens came buzzing in long after the hero had defeated all of the grunts. The hero looked up to the children cheering at him and Jackson dazed in by his strength.
What did he just see?
Jinyoung knew that bad luck was on his side. From job hunting to the fucking thugs ganging up on him and now he was in the police station. He leaned against the wall, there was a silver lining to it, Jinyoung smiled to himself. He peeked into the office as the world stopped in slow motion. Jinyoung’s eyes were fixated on one man, his crush, Lim Jaebeom. Or should he say, detective Lim Jaebeom who was currently interrogating the now heavily injured thugs that Jinyoung had beaten up. Jaebeom had no idea about Jinyoung’s power and he had no intention of revealing it so soon.
Jinyoung gripped his fist together and pressed his lips into a thin line. It would put Jinyoung in deep trouble if the police found out that he had brutally beaten those guys. Youngjae would kill him if he went to jail. Jinyoung panicked in his thoughts when Jaebeom’s sweet voice called his name.
“Jinyoung. Come in,” He simply said. Jinyoung felt his heart flutter and his face flush as he quietly followed behind Jaebeom to give his statement. “Don’t worry, I know you didn’t do anything wrong,” Jaebeom whispered, Jinyoung looked up at the back of Jaebeom’s head and suddenly he was at ease. It was nice to know that Jaebeom still thought Jinyoung was innocent.
“It was him officer!” One of the grunts pointed at Jinyoung as soon as he was in their range of sight. “He made us like this! Arrest him for excessive violence!”
“AH SHADDUP WILL YA! You guys we’re the ones that performing some kind of drug trade at that time so you rats ain’t innocent either!” Another detective yelled at them.
“Jinyoung, I know you didn’t do anything wrong but what were you doing there? Why are these guys saying you beat them up? The children said they saw you punch a guy and he flew to the sky!” Jaebeom sat behind his police desk as he calmly started his ‘interrogation.’
“Well, I—” Jinyoung couldn’t tell Jaebeom that he lifted up and threw these men and punched them to the sky, there was no way that Jaebeom would believe such a thing. Well, even if he did that would be some serious trouble for Jinyoung. Jinyoung couldn’t find the words, what should he say? WHAT SHOULD HE SAY?!
As if an angel had answered his call, a charismatic man bursts through the door as he walked straight to Jinyoung direction. Jinyoung was still unaware of his motive and was silent as the man came closer and closer to him.
“I saw the whole thing!” He confessed. “I saw these guys beat each other up!” The man pointed back to thugs accusing them of hurting themselves.
“What?! Are you crazy?!” The thugs boisterously complained as they criticized this man’s absurd claim.
“I saw them beat each other up and when the cops arrived they all agreed to blame a single man and that was him,” the stranger put his hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder and wondered if he really saw what happened.
“But the witnesses said—” Jaebeom tried to interject but the stranger was already one step ahead of him.
“The witnesses were children. They could’ve saw anything, look— Kids did you see this guy punch a guy across the field?”
“Yes!” The children exclaimed.
“Did you those mean men fly all the way up the sky?”
“Yes!” The children exclaimed once more.
“See how can you trust these children when they believe such impossible things! They’re susceptible to anything you tell them. I saw these guys beating each other up for their shares. They parked their big truck in the middle of the street that caused a big disturbance to the neighbourhood! They tried to involve a completely innocent man into this mess!” The man had convinced everyone in the room of what happen, a lie but Jinyoung was almost convinced that he had never really beaten those guys up.
“I see, I’ll have to write in your statement then,” Jaebeom gestured the man to sit as he had to record that man’s blatant lie that really protected Jinyoung.
“I’ll see you around,” The police detective bid the hero goodbye as he saw him out of the precinct. Jackson couldn’t care less about the dumb police but seeing how close he was to his hero, it made him quite annoyed. Jackson silently followed and called out to his hero. Jackson only called the guy ‘hero’ because of how heroic he looked and he technically to recall from earlier events.
“Hey! Wait up!” Jackson ran up to his hero. The man stopped in his place as looking innocently at Jackson. “I think a ‘thank you’ is in order,” Jackson waited for his hero to thank him for saving his sorry ass. Without him the police would’ve found out about the hero’s super strength and he may have been in trouble. Thanks, to Jackson that was all avoided.
“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” Jackson was taken aback in surprise, wait what? “Thanks, I guess but you shouldn’t have lied like that. What if the police find out that you were lying! You could’ve been in big trouble as well,” Jackson didn’t expect his hero to scold him for trying to help him out but well c'est la vie. “Well, if that’s all you want then, I’ll be going.”
“Hey wait! I still wanna talk to you!” Jackson tried to keep his hero from leaving.
“There’s nothing to talk about really. I have to go home now—”
“You know I saw you, right?” Jackson stopped him.
The hero paused, he looked back at Jackson as he struck the same gaze he did to those thugs.
“I have proof too. If you don’t want me exposing you to the police, you’ll cooperate,” Jackson lied. He only said that for the hero to stay, he knew it was a low for him to start threatening people but he was desperate.
“Prove it,” Jackson bit back his tongue, him and his big mouth. “Even if you did have proof, you can’t go to the police and show them the evidence that you have. You lied to them! Not only I go to jail but you as well!” Fuck he’s right.
“Fine! Alright, I was just so interested in your power! Like are your just super strong or do you have other abilities too? What’s your name? Also what’s your deal with that detective earlier?” Jackson bombarded the guy with questions “Do you— Fuck! Ow!” The hero stepped on Jackson’s foot and he didn’t break his fucking toe.
“Yes, No. Park Jinyoung and none of your business!” So his name is Jinyoung, Jackson nodded. Jackson was caught in a daze without him realizing that Jinyoung had escaped just like that. Jackson would’ve tried to follow him but he had enough to work with. He dialled his cellphone’s most frequent caller. “Secretary Kim! I want you to find someone for me!” He energetically exclaimed through his phone and to his assistant’s ear.
“And that is?”
“I’ve found a perfect candidate to be my bodyguard.”