"I am the leader of one of the biggest mafia gangs in the country. You think I will be this easy to catch..."
Minho stood in a dimly lit room, his body tensed but steady, gun firmly aimed at Seo-Jun. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and you could see the conflict swirling in Minho's eyes—anxiety and frustration battling it out.
But then, something shifted. A smirk creeps across his face, a flicker of confidence igniting within him.
As he tightened his grip, his finger clicks down on the trigger, the sound sharp and ominous, echoing through the silence like a countdown. It was a moment that hangs in the air. Seo-Jun, sensing the change and still not facing Minho, had a smirk of his own formed as he murmured, "This will be fun." as if he knew something Minho didn't.
He glanced casually at his watch, pressing a small button on the side. The click is almost insignificant, but it triggers a small light to flash, a signal perhaps. With a grin that's almost taunting, he turned around to face Minho again and asked, "Really? You intend to kill me now?" His tone was playful, but there was an underlying tension, a challenge in his eyes.
Minho's expression hardened, his face like stone as he replied, "You don't leave me another choice." His voice was cold, stripped of any emotion, revealing the gravity of the situation.
Everything had just stopped…
The air grew thick with tension, as if time itself had paused to witness the situation. Minho, adrenaline coursing through him, stood tall and defiant, his exhaustion from the earlier sex forgotten. He had the guts to aim his gun directly at Seo-Jun, the notorious mafia leader, whose reputation for ruthlessness was well-known. "Either we continue the deal, or I will shoot you." he declared, his voice steady, gripping the weapon with a fierce determination.
Seo-Jun, however, merely smirked, without any sign of a glint of amusement in his eyes. He tilted his head back, directing his gaze toward the ceiling where the cameras were positioned. Minho, quick to catch on, followed his line of sight and responded coolly, "Don't worry, I turned them off. When I first came here, I saw the panel right next to the front door, and today I just turned the connection between the power and the cameras off before I entered your room." His words hung in the room, a testament to his preparation and cunning.
At this, Seo-Jun tilted his head slightly, but the smirk remained, revealing his lack of concern. It was as if he had anticipated Minho's move all along. "I wanted to convince you to take me to the racetrack," Minho continued, his voice low but laced with intensity, "but I know what you're capable of... so I wanted to be sure you wouldn't use anything against me." With that, he flashed a confident smirk, his finger poised on the trigger, ready to enforce his will in this dangerous game of power.
Seo-Jun giggled maliciously, a sound that sent shivers down Minho's spine, as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "You are still a novice, but you have some tricks to show." he said, his voice dripping with mockery. As he moved even closer, his chest almost brushing against the barrel of Minho's gun, the tension in the room thickened.
"But... allow me to tell you something, Tiny Boy..." Seo-Jun's face was now inches from Minho's, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in, clearly enjoying the power he held in this moment. Minho remained stoic, refusing to flinch or back down, his hand steady on the weapon. Seo-Jun's confidence was palpable as he continued, staring into Minho's eyes, "I am the leader of one of the biggest mafia gangs in the country. You think I will be this easy to catch..."
Minho's expression shifted, frustration knitting his brow as confusion clouded his mind. Seo-Jun, noticing the flicker of uncertainty, raised his hand, allowing the light from his watch to catch Minho's eye. The watch glowed brighter, its light pulsing rapidly, signalling an imminent threat. Minho's gaze dropped to the watch, his grip on the gun wavering slightly as he tried to decipher the meaning behind the frantic light.
Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open with a loud bang, jolting Minho from his thoughts. A group of men, impeccably dressed and armed with an array of weapons, stormed into the room. Each man pointed his gun at Minho, their expressions cold and determined. The realisation hit Minho like a freight train: he was outnumbered and trapped in a precarious situation, the odds stacked heavily against him.
As the men circled Minho, their weapons aimed and ready to fire, a tense silence filled the air. Seo-Jun, with a calm demeanour, raised his hand slightly, signalling for the men to hold their fire. Minho stood frozen in place, his heart racing, shock simmering just beneath the surface of his carefully composed expression. He lowered his gun, acutely aware that one wrong move could lead to his death.
Anger surged within Minho, a fiery mix of frustration and helplessness as he recognised the precariousness of his situation. Seo-Jun took notice of Minho's internal struggle. "I still want to let you go nicely." he taunted, a playful glint in his eyes. "As I said before, you are quite a satisfying toy. You shouldn't go to waste." Minho's jaw tightened, the pressure of his emotions almost unbearable. Seo-Jun leaned in closer, his voice dripping with mockery, "Don't make me do it the other way, Minho..."
With a smirk that sent a chill down Minho's spine, Seo-Jun stepped aside, gesturing towards the door.
Minho stood there, frozen for a couple of seconds, as his mind raced through a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Each possibility felt like a weight pressing down on him—if he stayed and fought, what would the outcome be? Would he be able to return to his team and explain what had just happened? The thought of dying today loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting shadows on his resolve. He stared deep into Seo-Jun's eyes, searching for any hint of weakness, any opportunity to turn the tide.
After what felt like an eternity of contemplation, frustration boiled over within him. With a low growl escaping his lips, Minho snatched up his t-shirt and jacket, the fabric feeling heavy in his hands. He began to stride toward the door, each step fuelled by anger and defiance. As he approached Seo-Jun, he deliberately bumped his shoulder against him with a forceful shove, a silent declaration of his frustration and refusal to be intimidated.
Without a backward glance, Minho pushed through the door, the cool air hitting his face like a rush of freedom. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline surging through him.
After Minho left, Seo-Jun's smirk deepened, a sense of triumph radiating from him. One of his men, eager to please yet cautious, stepped forward and asked, "Sir, do you want us to follow him?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, reflecting the tension of the moment.
Seo-Jun turned around, his demeanour relaxed as he strolled toward the bathroom. "Don't bother. He doesn't pose any threat to us." He replied, his voice smooth and confident. With that, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, leaving his men to bow and exit his room, their expressions a mix of confusion and respect.
Once alone, Seo-Jun leaned against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, a smirk still playing on his lips. He knew exactly what Minho was capable of, and he understood that Minho wouldn't dare inform his gang about this situation. Doing so would unravel everything they had been involved in, exposing secrets that could lead to dire consequences for Minho. The thought of Minho returning or even seeking him out didn't concern Seo-Jun in the slightest. After all, sex buddies were easily replaceable in his world. He could find another companion to fill the gap, just as quickly as he had dismissed Minho, right?
And just like that, the game continued, and Seo-Jun was more than ready to play.
As Minho left Seo-Jun's house, his mind was a chaotic storm of thoughts and emotions. The streetlights flickered above him, casting his shadow on the pavement as he paced angrily down the empty street. "What am I supposed to say to the team now?!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His hands flew up to his head, smacking it in frustration. "And how did he even know that I was a spy from Phoenix?!"
His heart raced with anxiety, and he lowered his hands just enough to reveal his eyes, which burnt with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Bastard!" he murmured under his breath, feeling the heat of hopelessness wash over him. With a deep sigh, he finally removed his hands from his face, exposing the frustration etched into every line of his features. "I should have killed him on the spot! But no! I just had to explain everything I did before going into his room like a total idiot!"
The weight of his words hung in the air as he shouted once more, "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW?!" Each echo of his voice felt like a reminder of his predicament. The streets were completely silent, amplifying his turmoil as he continued walking, the darkness surrounding him mirroring the confusion and dread swirling in his mind. With every step, he replayed the situation over and over again, grappling with the impending confrontation with his team, unsure of how to face them after this disastrous turn of events.