Fyi, this chapter has been re-written. Like, the bones of the original chapter are there, but I've made this more detailed than the original

20 year old Bang Chan was never really into the whole gang life, but he was thrown into it the day his brother stepped down as leader. He was seated on the couch watching some good ol' Netflix when his older brother Jae came waltzing in that evening, telling him that he was handing over the leadership responsibilities to Chan.

"I'm only 20 Jae!" Chan shook his head, "I can't, and I WON'T, be the leader of a gang. It's bad enough that I went to school with all of them!"

"The stupid kids won't even fucking listen to me Chan! I'm tired of shouting orders to deaf ears! You understand them more than I do, though i do realise that you've wanted nothing to do with the life i chose to lead"

"It's not even a gang Jae" Chan scoffed. "That so-called 'gang' is made up of police dogs. You have made them into nothing more than that. That's why they won't listen to you"

Jae growled in frustration, and turned off the TV.

"Listen to me; these kids trust you because they know you better than they know me. I know you're close with Changbin, and I know you know what they're all capable of. You can handle them better than I can" Jae's eyes softened as he stared at Chan. "Please little brother. Please do this for me"

Chan stared back, a million emotions crossing his face. A tense silence followed for a few moments, before Chan finally gathered his thoughts to respond.

"Alright, fine, I'll be the leader. But, you'd better be prepared for that gang you started to become a real one."

***

In an abandoned warehouse just outside of town, one of the most vicious gangs in South Korea was based there, their leader a barely 18 year old boy with bright orange hair that was currently stained with splatters of blood, a woman tied to a metal chair just inches away from where he stood, her head lolling back and the slit on her throat spurting blood. His clothes definitely reeked of the dark red stuff-not that he minded of course-and the walls of the warehouse were painted red; some fresh spots, others from years and years of past victims.

Felix smirked at the dead body of the women, his eyes bright with glee as he said, "well, at least the bitch can't scream anymore"

Blood continued to spurt and bubble from the wound in the woman's throat, an indication that she had only recently been murdered. Dark blood dripped down her previously white blouse onto her stylishly ripped jeans that had a tear in between her legs, and blood dripped from there too.

"Such a picture perfect sight, wouldn't you agree Wonho?" the orange haired teen turned his head to his left, a knife wielding Wonho standing there with ice blue coloured hair.

Wonho mirrored Felix's smirk, looking down at the still bleeding corpse with the knife that slit her throat open held in his right hand. "It always is a perfect sight Felix"

A deep, dark laugh escaped; a sound that would make anyone's skin crawl. Felix turned and stepped away from the body, and into the darkness of the warehouse.

"Shownu, dispose of the body at the back and burn it. Wonho and I have some..things to take care of"

"Hey, mind if I tag along?" I.M pipes up from the corner of the warehouse.

Wonho shares a look with Felix, and with uncanny synchronicity, they both glanced back at I.M.

"Sure, you can tag along. Bring a weapon; we're out to kill"