It all started from a young age where i was set in a business with a dangerous company without even knowing. Maybe it was my mom, she always wanted me to be perfect and i guess i never was, for her anyway. She sent me to a camp that would straighten kids up because either they were bad or they had no where else to go. In my case i was bad as my mother told me all the time. I wasn't bad, in fact i thought i was a wonderful child growing up and maybe my mom didn't see that. When i was arranged to be set in this camp i originally didn't want to go. Then i learned this was a good opportunity to get away from the controlling women that i can't believe birthed me. It was a few days into the camp routine and i found out there was some shady business going on. And like the stupid child i was wanted to figure it out and instead was set into the same thing everyone else was going threw. Let's just say i got out of there quick, but it was fun while it lasted.
Flash forward to now when i'm living in a two room apartment with my best friend and i feel like it's time to go back to what i had before. Cause while i was working with those people it was paying me good money that i didn't know how to handle when i was fifteen. I didn't tell my best friend because he didn't need to know that i was in something illegal. I wanted to help us so we wouldn't be in much more dept than we already were. We were gonna stop fighting because of it and as soon as i realized that i didn't question it anymore and went to where i knew they would be. It was tough at first and of course they would come after me after how i left so urgently. After all the questions about my job that i brushed off, and then the money came. My check payed a lot and my best friends face when he saw it, it was relieving. I felt like i got my old buddy back and it seemed he didn't notice when i would come home late at night and then try to cover up to bloody cuts and bruises all over for messing up to much. I thought he didn't notice because he never said anything about it, but sometimes he would wait for me to come home.
Like i knew would happen he found out sooner than later and i had no secrets to keep anymore. I wasn't gonna keep it from him forever, i was gonna tell him just not now. One night i came home in the worst shape I've been in ever since i started and that's when he said something about it. I told him because it just hard to keep from him now and i felt like things need to be said. It was hard because i didn't want to let him know how weak i was but he knew that so he kept me safe. He wanted to work with me and i kept pushing away the idea of seeing him like this too. He wouldn't stop until he was with me so i accepted, maybe not the best decision.
The same people beat him and yelled at him like they did to me my first day, but he didn't know that it was everyday. He found that out but he wasn't willing to give up and see me do this alone so he kept going. He got beat pretty bad one working day and he had to stay home after self repair, for his "disapproval". I had to work alone this night because he usually stayed with me and no one else wanted to work with a fuck up like me. A few guys that came by consistently showed up demanding something i couldn't give them. They started attacking me and it wasn't bad because this happened every other day, i could just brush it off. They were more violent than the others that come around so i had nothing i could do. I never took self defense classes, i never had a father figure to teach me this stuff and the worst of all the people i work for wouldn't let employees have weapons of any kind.
It happened to be that someone was walking by at the same time this was happening, just my luck. It was a man and he was holding a gun, at first i thought for sure i was gonna die tonight and i could only think how my best-est friend would react. I was surprised when it felt as if i hadn't just gotten shot, i thought so with the noise and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Is this hell, is this what it feels like, it feels the same. It wasn't me i figured as i heard another shot and then the last, all of them missing my body completely. I look up to see the man holding the gun up in his hands and he looks terrified and he's shaking.
I had nothing left to do and i had to leave but i couldn't just leave this man after he had saved my life. I didn't have much time to think before my body reacted on it's own and began dragging him in the direction of the apartment. I didn't have much of a plan and this was definitely not a good idea. I brought him home anyway and the first thing i do is knock, i have never knocked on the door to my own house so i ran in thinking it was stupid. I didn't think my friend would be up at this time especially when he was injured so badly. He was though and when the door swung open he was standing right there staring at me worry and disbelief. I tried to explain and even open my mouth but nothing was happening. I could only sit there a listen to the sound i hated so much, my best friend screaming in my face. It was stupid i know that but i really had nothing else to do.
It's been a while now and this not so much of a stranger has been staying here ever since that night. He told us some pretty detailed things and thinking about him trusting us so much with it made us feel bad and share experience. Everything was so stupid, but it felt right.
He's been staying with us for a few weeks now and me and him are getting closer everyday now. We basically do everything together, i feel like we've known each other forever. I can't say the same for the person i actually have known forever. I can see the pure hatred in his eyes whenever this "man" is around and sometimes i feel like he hates me. I don't want this hate to get worse, so we always spend time away from him but i can feel him watching. Every time he does something i don't like or if he won't pay attention to me i go to the so called man he hates so much.
My other friend starts working with us because he feels the need to protect us, because he's seen what they do to us everyday. I think it's nice that he noticed right away. He comes with us to work and he messed up, but that's ok everyone makes mistakes even if it messes everything up for everyone else. It's really ok because he has a better suggestion and how could i say no when he's done so much already. I know my friend won't agree but if i do he'll come with me, cause he loves me.
We work together now and we're doing so well with each other. I think my friend is jealous he doesn't need to know that i know he loves me though. I know he wants what's best for me, but i feel like this is the best. I want to stay with my new best friend because i love him. And i don't want my friend of almost 6 years to be jealous, but he'll find someone better. We are all together in this and Yeosang's hate for San will fade and we'll all be friends again. Even if there is more to come we will always be here.