A Father's Bargain
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The mansion's grand hall was dark and chilly, the only illumination coming from a flickering chandelier overhead. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant rumble of thunder.
Mr. Jung was on his knees, his hands trembling as he clutched at Choi San's leg. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat that dripped from his brow. His voice was hoarse from pleading, each word laced with desperation.
Mr. Jung
"Please, Mr. Choi... I beg you. Spare me. I'll do anything. Anything!"*.
(voice quivering)
Choi San looked down at the man with cold, unfeeling eyes. In his hand, he held a gleaming pocket knife, its blade catching the dim light as he slowly traced it along Mr. Jung's cheek. The older man flinched at the touch of the cold steel, a whimper escaping his lips.
San(ML)
"Anything, you say?"*
(chuckles calmly)
Two of San's men stood behind Mr. Jung, their grips firm on his shoulders, ensuring he couldn't move. The pressure of their hands was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.
Mr. Jung
"Yes! Anything! Just... just give me more time. I can repay you. I swear!"*
(nods desperately)
Mr. Jung's back was hunched, sweat pooling on his brow. He looked small in comparison to San’s imposing figure, his once confident persona now reduced to a broken man desperate for salvation.
His eyes were downcast, but his hands shook as they clasped together, a trembling sign of his fear and anxiety.
Mr. Jung
“I can’t... I can’t lose everything, Mr. Choi. My company... My legacy. Everything I’ve worked for. I’m begging you. Please.”*
(He continued, his voice shaky but filled with urgency)
Choi San didn’t respond at first. He just let the silence grow heavier, letting Mr. Jung’s desperation hang in the air like a thick fog.
Mr. Jung swallowed hard, glancing up, but only briefly. He could feel San’s eyes on him, cold and unyielding. The mafia kingpin was toying with him, enjoying the power he held over the situation. Mr. Jung’s heart hammered in his chest, his pulse deafening in his ears.
Mr. Jung
“Please... I’ll do anything. Just give me more time. I’ll liquidate everything... anything you want, I’ll give it. But I need more time.”*
(his voice barely above a whisper)
San(ML)
"I've given you months, Jung. Months. Your companies and empire already collapsed . Your debts?, there are too much to cover so it's a lost cause.*
(He smirks wickedly at Mr. Jung)
Mr. Jung flinched at San’s words, but he pressed on, panic creeping into his voice. His mind raced with the only possible way out. He had no other choice. His pride, his family's legacy... they meant nothing anymore.
Mr. Jung
*“There’s... there’s one more thing. One final offer. If you’re willing to listen.”*
(his tone desperate, begging)
Choi San raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He leaned forward slightly, his cold gaze fixed on Mr. Jung. His hand hovered over the knife, threateningly, adding to the tension in the room.
San(ML)
*“I’m listening. What do you have to offer me now, Jung?” *
(calmly, with a smirk)
Mr. Jung took a shaky breath, his mouth dry. He knew the words he was about to say would change everything. He couldn’t back down now. Not when his family’s future was at stake.
Mr. Jung
“My son. Wooyoung.”*
(his voice trembling, almost ashamed)
The words hit the air with a heavy, sickening finality. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.
San(ML)
“Your son? What do you mean by that?”*
(his voice low, intrigued but skeptical)
Mr. Jung
“I’m offering him to you. As payment. For the debts. Take him. Do with him what you will. He’s nothing to me, he never was. Just help me save my business empire ”*
(his eyes downcast, defeated)
San’s expression remained impassive, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers idly tracing the edge of the pocketknife. He didn’t move, but the air shifted—he could sense the desperation in Mr. Jung’s words, the terror that hid behind the bravado.
San(ML)
“You’re offering your son to settle your debts? Is that how low you’ve fallen, Jung?” *
(quietly, almost mockingly)
Mr. Jung’s face flushed with shame, but he didn’t dare look up. He didn’t care about the shame anymore. All that mattered was saving what little he had left.
Mr. Jung
“He’s weak. A failure. I don’t want him. You can have him. He’s yours. Take him... and I’ll be free of this hell.”*
(pleading, his voice cracking)
San(ML)
“You’re willing to sacrifice your own flesh and blood to save your skin?”*
(leaning forward, a dark glint in his eyes)
Mr. Jung
“Please. I’ve failed him as a father. He’s nothing but a burden to me. If you can use him—use him to pay off my debts—I’ll... I’ll do anything. I swear. Just save me.”*
(desperately pleads)
The silence that followed was deafening. Choi San’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unreadable. But there was something in the way he tilted his head, the way his lips curled into a faint, sinister smile, that made Mr. Jung’s heart race even faster.
San(ML)
(With a soft chuckle)
“So this is your solution. Sacrifice your son for a second chance at life. Pathetic.”*
Mr. Jung’s heart sank as San’s words hit him like a blow. The coldness in San’s voice made him feel smaller than he ever had in his life. He had no dignity left. His only chance was to make this deal, no matter what it cost.
San(ML)
(Slowly)
“You really are pathetic, Jung. But... I’ll accept your offer. Your son might be useful to me. And as for you...”
San’s voice trailed off, and for a brief moment, his gaze softened, but it was only for a second—before the coldness returned.
San(ML)
(coldly)
“Tomorrow, bring him to me. I don’t have time to waste on your family’s drama.”*
Mr. Jung’s knees buckled, and he fell to the floor, his hands pressed against the marble. His life was forfeit. His son’s life was now a pawn in this twisted game of survival.
Mr. Jung
(lets out a sigh of relief whisper)
“I’ll bring him... I’ll bring him, Sir!.”*
The words felt like a death sentence, but there was no other way. San stood up, his posture imposing as he looked down at Mr. Jung, his gaze heavy, calculating.
San(ML)
(Smirks again)
“Good. Now the hell out of my property. Tell your family and prepare your son. And remember, if you fail me...” *
San didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung thick in the air. Mr. Jung didn’t need to hear the rest. He understood all too well.
He stumbled to his feet, feeling the weight of the decision crush him with every step. As he left the mansion, the oppressive silence seemed to follow him, the burden of his own choices settling on his shoulders but he couldn't care less, afterall he's getting rid of the useless child.
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