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MUSIC blasted the building, and bodies danced as cold sweat dripped of their skin. They danced freely, sinfully, and carelessly as nobody was paying attention to anything. The building shook the floor with every massive bass drop, and the DJ was obviously drunk as the music would be shuffled randomly. There were fights going on in the corner of the room, and many more upstairs. Though upstairs it was a sex club; or it seemed.

A group of teenage boys were currently in an underground bar, though they were not of age yet to drink they came and hung out. This was their usual after a day of school or work, as half of the group of boys didn't even go to school.

They weren't very well mannered, nor well behaved; they were never taught such things. All their parents were either shipped off or left them for dead in the poor neighborhood they lived in. It was a survival from the start, but as they got older they started to realize life wasn't all that bad in the slumps. There were no rules, nobody to tell them off, and it was easy to get a job as profit was already low. The only thing was, they were despised in the high class areas, where money was thrown around without a care. Police hated them, and there was even a law passed that they had no say when it came to court. However, people around didn't care; they were simply just enjoying life at the moment.

"Mark, how much have you made working at that place up there?" A boy with raven dark hair asked across the table.

"About 5 an hour, they said it's because I'm a beginner with not enough experience.'" Mark dragged his words in annoyance, thinking about the place he had just started working at.

It was torture, as he would only get paid if they even wanted to pay him. Though, was work life in the slumps.

"Work around here sucks." A boy across the table, hand around the raven haired boy said. "I wanna go up to the good areas, where they pay 15 per hour."

"Jaemin, they would never let you even step onto their sacred land." Mark stated with a frown, knowing that the boys dream was to live up in the upper class areas.

"Don't worry, with these looks - they'll let me in." Jaemin said confidently, taking a drink of the water they ordered.

After, Jaemin grabbed his lovers wrist, Jeno's, and dragged him out to the dance floor. They disappeared in the crowd in a matter of seconds it seemed, and their faces simply became blurred by the others.

"Maybe." Mark mumbled, and looked over to the people around them.

It made him frustrated just thinking about where he lived, and how people on the outside didn't care. People didn't have sympathy for them at all, and treated them as if they were dogs. It almost felt like a slaughterhouse to Mark, not knowing if one day the rural areas would take over and wipe them all away. They were simply just trash, waste, nothing more. It made him angry beyond doubt, as he also wanted to be upperclass. He was rock dead jealous of people who threw around money without a care.

"Mark." Mark snapped out of his daydream, and looked over to find his boyfriends eyes on his.

The boy had a cigarette in between his two dominate fingers, messy silver washed hair that wasn't styled, a piercing gaze and piercings along both his ears. Mark had piercings as well, but one of his was in secret place only a few knew of. He was lazily laid back in the booth they were sitting at, and his head was tilted the slightest.

"What are you thinking about?" A hand found it's way into Mark's hair, caressing it gently.

Mark pondered whether he should tell the other what was really on his mind, but decided against it as he was being selfish. He always thought of his feelings as a burden to most people, and never spoke them as he was too scared. That was his number one weakness, simply affection or attention.

"Nothing." Mark mumbled as he looked away from the other and down at his drink.

"Well if it's nothing, then why do you seemed bothered by it?" The other boy spoke monotone, taking an inhale of the toxins in the cigarette and exhaling puffs of it in the air.

Mark stayed silent for a moment, thinking about his answer as the familiar strong scent of tobacco fumes filled his nostrils. It almost felt relaxing, until it wasn't.

All of the sudden, screams pierced the air and both their heads jerked to see where it came from. People started running their way and to the exit, and then there was gunshots, and Mark instantly knew what was happening. The police were ambushing the club.
It didn't happen often, but when it did at least 10 people would go missing from the slumps. Either dead, or locked up. The club wasn't illegal, though it was never established by the township. It was simply a hangout at first until it became a place to smoke joints and get drunk.

Mark felt a hand grab his wrist, and in a second the two boys were running out of the building. More gunshots echoed though the building and more terrified screams filled the air. It was horrific to imagine, but even more terrifying to be in. Mark flinched every time a gunshot decided to go off, not knowing if anyone had been shot terrified him. It wasn't his first time being involved in an ambush, but every single time he was it felt all new again.

Looking dead ahead, he was being dragged by the other male out of the building. He then looked to his side, and saw people running for their lives while bumping into each other. He suddenly felt a harsh impact to his body and fell to the ground, the hand gripping his wrist disappeared, and his vision blurred as all he could see was legs running around him.

"Donghyuck!" Mark yelled, but his voice was over shadowed by the screams above him.

He about to yell again when a hit to his face sent him to the ground again, and he grunted with pain. He was being tripped over, and he covered himself the best he could. He then realized that if he stayed down, then he would get buried by the crowd. He sat up quickly, ignoring the feet that kicked him once in awhile, and started to make his way up to his feet.

He tried to look around for Donghyuck, and weakly got to his feet as they felt like jelly all the sudden. More gunshots filled the air, more screams, more running, and now glass could be heard breaking. He felt like a child that had lost his mother in a crowd of criminals, and looked frantically around as he didn't know what to do. He looked to the side, and that's when he was grabbed from behind; his body collided with another and was secured in a pair of arms. The familiar smell of cigarettes made him realize who was holding him, Donghyuck. They kept moving with the bursting crowd, and Mark closed his eyes barely as he shoved his face in the leather jacket he was holding to.

Not a moment later, he suddenly felt a cool breeze hit his face. He gave a shiver at the new temperature, as the club was beyond sweaty and hot. They were still being pushed by the crowd, but now was outside. It was night time and the gunshots had stopped, but everybody was still frantic. Mark opened his eyes to see people still running and hiding, it was a sight to see.

Mark then pulled away, and looked up to find Donghyuck looking down at him. They both then jerked their heads to a scream that cut the silence, and another followed; the violence was not yet over. Mark then looked back at Donghyuck.

"We need to get out of here." Mark said loud enough for the other to hear, and they then started running towards a empty building down the street.

Many buildings were empty and abandoned, that's why people called where they lived the slumps. Because the buildings being abandoned usually housed people that couldn't afford one.

Mark felt unusually light headed as they entered the small building that had cracked walls and broken windows covered with dirt, and suddenly leaned onto Donghyuck with his weight shifted. The grip on his waist tightened, and he let himself be dragged gently back onto a wall. They slowly slid down and hit the ground, sitting against the wall. Mark felt tired, almost weary as he leaned into the person holding to him. Mark closed his eyes halfway, feeling almost sick.

He felt a hand come up and go to his forehead, which is didn't know was sweaty until he felt it go hot at the sudden touch.

"Your heating up." The male Mark was holding onto told him, and Mark knew so.

Mark was known for getting sick easily, it wasn't a big deal. Although, it never made him feel the way he is right now. He felt hot, but cold sweat ran down his spine. He also felt drastically tired all the sudden, his body barely even lifting itself up now. The one holding him seemed to notice, and Mark felt a shift in position and his support disappeared for a second. In one swift movement, he was lifted up and being carried.

He let himself go limp, closing his eyes as he huddled against the one who was holding him.

Mark forgot when, but he passed out in those arms.

"We must do something! Those scoundrels have our property and I'm getting sick and tired of them using out land for sick parties!" A man with a black suit on yells as he slams his rather large hand in a wooden table.

"Me too! I say we shoot em all! Blow the whole place up and get rid of em!" Another man yells across the table as his hands go flying, and all of the the men sitting down the table look away in thought.

"Yea! I say we build a new section for the actual people! Big buildings, a whole new market and city-"

"Now now gentlemen, let's not get ahead of ourselves." A man in the dark side of the room, chair facing the wall spoke up. His voice was deep and raspy, and his figure was outlined with the chair. "They are still our people, so why don't we just treat them like we would hm?" His voice had a teasing tone to it, as if daring anyone to speak.

In that case, nobody did for a hot second.

"Because their broke, and most of them are demons anyway. It's not like many demons become millionaires on the spot, or even go to school-"

"Then let's make them. Let's open up our space to theirs, and then no blood gets splattered. It's simple men, common sense." The man turned slowly in his chair, now facing the men who gulped in nervousness. Sharp eyes landed on their own. "Something you all aren't capable of." He adds stiffly, and stands up.

The man was tall, built like a god in some way as his shoulders were broad and his face was slim. His legs were thin but his upper body was buff, and his suit was very expensive plaid. He was simply expensive looking.

The men down the table stay frozen in shock as they watch their number one man walk to the large window, and look out afar onto the large city. For a moment, it was dead silent in the meeting room.

"My son is coming up, and he will be taking control of the business." He suddenly speaks, and gasp of shock could be heard in the room.

"S-sir I don't think you should leave in this time being-" a man tries to say.

"My son is highly capable of taking care of this." He interrupts sharply as he turns his gaze towards the man who spoke. "He is my son after all." He adds, and returns his gaze back to the city.

"Sir, I'm sorry to ask this- b-but what is your sons name again?" A man asks quietly, hands shaking as he spoke.

"Yukhei" The tall man said, and a small smirk made way to his lips. "Wong Yukhei."