Kang Yoochan's body sways to the rhythm of the loud, pounding music on the dance floor, his movements guided by the alcohol surging in his body. He isn't completely drunk; it's only his third glass for the evening, but somehow today the effects feel heavier, more numbing. He doesn't mind though, drowning among the club-goers and sinking in his labyrinth of diminished awareness. Some people bump into him; that might get him agitated on some other day and he would break their jaws on the dance floor on said days, but tonight, he holds it in. Today has been a wonderful day, and he has come to the club to celebrate with his two close friends: Park Seongjin and Choi Jinhan.

His two friends are sitting near the bar, Seongjin with nothing but an iced water served to him and Jinhan downing another shot. They are looking at him, most probably with jealousy, because he is the only one married to a beautiful woman, but even so, he is the only one out of the three that girls show their interest in. Their visit to the club tonight is a testament to that; he can feel the girls dancing too close to him, and one who keeps intentionally bumping into him even when he has steered clear from coming in her way. He has the looks and a wife, but here, he forgets the second part.

Plus, since tonight is a celebration, it doesn't hurt to act like he doesn't have a wedding band on his finger. His father had just transferred every right he has of the company to him this morning, because apparently the old man is dying and he had always wanted his oldest child to inherit the company. His wife is away with her friends travelling, voyaging on a boat somewhere in the middle of the sea, probably the South China Sea. She is probably out there cheating with some younger man, so he ought to return the favour too. Their marriage was never about love anyway; it's only the money.

He is pushed slightly to the right by a man in a hoodie, taller than him by around 10 centimetres. He doesn't want to pick a fight because it will ruin his mood, so he opts to go to the left side of the dance floor. It's maybe the alcohol making him hallucinate but the man, face masked by darkness and with only eyes visible, is tailing him on the floor. When he moves to the right, the man follows. As he takes left, the man quickly shifts his direction too. Deciding that he's only being critical, he lets himself get absorbed in the music. Then he laughs at himself for being paranoid, because the man has disappeared from the crowd.

Over at the bar, Jinhan shakes his head when looking at both of his friends; one is too uptight, who does not know how to enjoy himself, while one is enjoying himself too much, even with a family waiting back home. But what can he do? They are his lifelong friends, and they are the only ones who stick with each other. Doesn't matter if it's good... or bad.

"Who on earth drinks iced water at a club?" he slurs, speech affected by his own drink. "Park Seongjin, you goody-two-shoes. No wonder girls are intimidated by you until they don't even dare come close to you; you're too perfect. Good family, good looks, good manners. You don't even smoke nor drink, even when you hang out with us. But even with all of that, guys like him-" he points towards the dance floor, "get married first."

Seongjin chuckles, peering into his glass of iced water. He shakes it; the condensed water runs along the side of the glass and the ice produces clinking sounds as they hit the walls. Over the loud thumping of music, he shouts back, "I guess everyone have different fates, who are we to judge on why he got married first?" He smiles. "And you know how I cannot handle alcohol, because I get knocked out even after a half glass. It would be embarrassing to witness that so I would rather stay away."

They shift their vision towards the dance floor, and catch sight of Yoochan gesturing to them, saying that he's going to the bathroom. They shrug; it's not like they're going to follow him anyway.

"He's acting a bit strange today, don't you think? Too ecstatic, but he doesn't even try to pick a fight with anyone. On any given day there would at least be one person he would give an uppercut to," Jinhan says.

"I'm actually glad it's that way, I'm too tired to always have to calm things down. He gets involved in fights too much that we're involuntarily becoming the peacemakers," Seongjin manages as he gulps his drink to the last drop. "Must be excited that he's finally getting the company." He crunches on the ice cubes.

Jinhan lowers down his voice, which makes it hard for the other to hear, especially over the noise blaring from the speakers and the patrons. But he has a reason for it. "You want to bet that he's going to ruin the company in months? But don't tell him I said it because he's going to beat the shit out of me if he ever hears this."

He chuckles again, but this time it sounds fake. He glowers into the now-empty glass before muttering, "I won't, because he's not only going to beat the shit out of us. He's going to kill us," he shudders, as if somebody has just cranked down the temperature of the air-conditioner, "and you know he's capable of that."

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Yoochan steps out of the cubicle as soon as he's done with his business, then washes his hands while studying his reflection in the mirror. His perfectly chiseled jaw is what makes girls take a double look at him, and the deep brown eyes that reflect off the moonlight is what makes them follow his every move, desperately wanting to get wrapped in his muscular arms. The music leaks into the bathroom from the gap of the toilet door, reminding himself that the night is still young.

He has the whole night to enjoy, and several days after until his wife returns. Then he would put up the act of a good husband, just like how she would be the exemplary wife whenever she's home. It's ironic how they know they are fooling each other, yet they continue on with the play. Even their parents are fooled by them, thinking that they are the most picture-perfect family. In a way, they are perfect for each other: they lie and they fool others.

He hears the door being opened but he pays no attention; he is about to leave anyway. But just as he turns around, the newcomer bumps into him, sending him stumbling backwards a bit exaggeratedly, because he can't control his movements due to the alcohol in his system. The man doesn't apologize; this enrages him and it shoots up more when he notices that it's the same guy with the hoodie that had been tailing him around the dance floor. He decides that he's had enough of being acquiescent today, and wants to unleash the desire he had been holding down.

No one will be able to stop him.

In the fleeting moment of decision, he completely misses the other man coming into the bathroom, who silently locks the door behind him. As Yoochan cracks his knuckles and aims for the hooded man's face, the new person coming in produces a soaked cloth from his pocket. He reaches out his hands to lock his arm around Yoochan's neck and presses the cloth to the latter's mouth.

Yoochan was wrong, so wrong to think that he had a chance to fight when he had been affected by the three drinks he had. He claws weakly at the man's hands, unable to loosen the grip he is subjected to. He slumps into the man's arms, his mind swimming away from consciousness. The man then gestures towards his pockets and says to the hooded man, "Take his phone out and message the other two. Make both of them come here."

The hooded man taps all over Yoochan's suit, looking for the rich man's smartphone. He turns out having two, with one for business and another for leisure. He takes the latter, using the unconscious man's thumb to unlock the phone. Opening up the messaging app, he searches for the chat group that includes all three best friends. He ignores all the vomit-inducing messages they shared about girls and what they planned to do previously, and types in a simple message.

I'm in the bathroom, need a little help. Kind of got into trouble.

He waits until the arrows turn to double grey ones, then the message is opened by both parties in the group. Both Jinhan and Seongjin had read it, so they will probably show up in less than a minute. After all, they had always been Yoochan's loyal followers, always picking up after him and covering up for him. That is their jobs, and they are now making sure they will continue doing that.

Yunho takes off the hood, and gives a sincere smile to Wooyoung, who is still having Yoochan in his arms. Their plan, the right one, is falling into place. They are long done with the unfortunate visitors at the villa, and the police will only realize their real targets when it's too late. Despite having a 65-kg passed out man in his arms, Wooyoung smiles back.

Waiting diligently for the urgent footsteps outside the door, Wooyoung lets the victim lie on his back on the cold floor, making himself available to subdue the two newcomers. The door swings open, revealing Seongjin who is completely aware and Jinhan who looks slightly drunk. They are shocked, to say the least, to see that it is their friend who is lying on the floor, and not someone else knocked out by him. There isn't any sign of a struggle or blood, so they gather around him, trying to make some sense out of the situation. Maybe he was too drunk that he passed out, and had sent the message just before.

Even before they manage to kneel beside him, the two are knocked down from behind, their heads bashed with something heavy. Wooyoung and Yunho had hidden themselves behind the door, jabbing at the fact that they were easy and stupid targets. It's a wonder they had managed to survive all these years.

How did they manage to live peacefully after blatantly ruining someone else's life?

"They look too alike that you can't be mad at me for killing Seonghwa," Yunho says through gritted teeth.

Wooyoung tries to ignore his comment, but he bites back, "Stop trying to justify whatever you did."

"As if whatever we're doing will ever be justified."

He only gives him an answer by putting on his own hood, and upon seeing the blood on the back of their heads, he practically drags them towards the sink. He dumps their heads under two taps of the marble sink and runs the water from both taps at the same time. He leans against the sink, waiting. He holds both of their bodies firmly so that they won't slide down to the floor. After the blood has been washed off, he looks at the door, in which San has just appeared in front of.

"There you are, San. Now that you're here, we can finally bring everything to an end."

San's body is shaking, as the memories come back to him like an avalanche as soon as his eyes are set upon the three unconscious men. He balls his fists as he reminds himself, they can't do anything to me anymore. I'm already dead.

Wooyoung and Yunho look on worriedly, knowing how the bad memories are already unravelling themselves, all thanks to the appearance of the three friends. They fear for the reaction he's going to give, and they hold their breaths as San advances forward to Seongjin. They anticipate his next movement, and heave a sigh of relief as he picks his limp body up, leaning the unconscious man against him. This serves as a signal for the other two that they can proceed; Wooyoung does the same to Jinhan while Yunho takes on Yoochan.

They fumble out the door, hurried paces while trying to appear inconspicuous. Their hearts are hammering their ribcages, threatening to break apart as their eardrums are pounded with their own heartbeats mixed with the boom of dance music. To the other club-goers they are merely people bringing away their too-drunk friends, supporting them all the way to the exit.

They are exhilarated with how far they've come, and how long they've waited; 5 years have finally come to this. 5 years ago was the turning point in each of their lives, where everything fell apart for the three best friends.

Their lives were stripped away by the three devils, who are now living much better lives than they are. Although the effects were different to all three, their lives were never the same after. 5 years ago, the legal system had failed them, failing to punish those who were clearly in the wrong. Money and influence have great potency in blinding someone, and they knew how to use them. They treated their lives like they were a game that they could abandon once they were bored of it. After they were free, they had completely forgotten of the people that had fallen victims to them, shovelling them under the dirt to continue on with their own lives.

If the defendants thought they were safe then, they might want to rethink it now. Since the judgement that was passed had wronged them in many ways, they will make their own, it's no problem. There will be no courts, no judges, no jurors, no audience, no lawyers, no prosecutors. There is only one principle they'd like to hold: an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. It will only be them and the defendants. The defendants will not have a single thing to worry about because they will be fair in passing the judgement.

Very fair.

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[A/N: I might post another chapter some time later today <3]