All is Fair in Love and Law || A Jeongcheol Story

Home Pt. 2

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Piece by piece, the house began to come into shape. After finishing up in the kitchen, Seungcheol and Wonwoo organized the guest bedroom and the office, while Jeonghan and Mingyu had finished setting up the television, complete with numerous gaming consoles, in a grand glass case, as well as set up the rest of the living room, decorating it with a few knick-knacks here and there.

After hours and hours of cleaning and dusting, organizing and unpacking, they were exhausted. The four of them collapsed onto the new dark grey couch one after another, first Jeonghan, then Mingyu, then Wonwoo, and finally Seungcheol, arms and legs splayed out and in a tangled mess, closing their eyes to get some semblance of rest. They could barely move, limbs sore and back aching from all the heavy lifting. 

"You guys owe us big time," Mingyu said. " I swear if Wonwoo and I ever move in together we're hiring professionals."

It took a few seconds for everyone to comprehend what he meant, but when they did...

Jeonghan stood up suddenly, knocking Mingyu's legs off of his lap, and he would have tumbled off the couch if Wonwoo hadn't caught him. Jeonghan turned to the other, putting his hands on his hips. "What do you mean 'if Wonwoo and I move in together'?"

Mingyu's cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "Did-did I say that? I just meant...not Wonwoo...if I ever move in with-" Wonwoo looked at his boyfriend with pleading eyes, begging him to tell him what to say, but Wonwoo just chuckled and shrugged. 

"It was bound to get out eventually," Wonwoo offered, but Mingyu put his hands in his head. 

"Mingyu, honey, it's okay." Wonwoo got up and beckoned for Mingyu to get up too. "Hyung, hyung," Wonwoo began, gesturing to Jeongahan and Seungcheol. "Mingyu and I are dating. We have been, actually, for a while." 

The couple looked at the other two for any sort of reaction, but they were met with dead stares. 

"Seriously? Isn't anyone going to-" 

"AHA! I KNEW IT!" Jeongahan exclaimed, leaping up. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Didn't I show you Cheol? That day we had the party?" 

Seungcheol chuckled, getting up from the couch as well, and moving to Jeonghan's side, placing a small kiss on his overexcited boyfriend's forehead. "He's right guys. He did know it." 

Mingyu pouted, shoulders slouched. "Really? You figured it out? We were that obvious?"

Jeonghan laughed, mussing up the younger's hair. "I've known you all your life Gyu, you think I can't tell when you're keeping secrets?"

~

One movie, some Chinese takeout, and a bottle of celebratory wine later, Mingyu and Wonwoo left, no doubt to have some kind of celebration of their own. The moment Jeonghan closed the door, he was trapped. Seungcheol placed a hand on either side of him, trapping him between himself and the door. 

"Cheol, what are you doing?" 

"Hmm, new house, new start, and we're finally alone. Don't you think we should inaugurate our apartment?" 

"Inaugurate? What do you-" Jeonghan paused. "Oh". Seungcheol nodded.

Jeonghan pondered for a moment, and sensing his hesitance, Seungcheol backed away, releasing him from his trap. 

"We don't have to if you don't want to I-," Seungcheol began, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down, but Jeonghan cut him off. 

Jeonghan chuckled."Are you kidding? I was just thinking about where to begin. We have a lot of work cut out for us." Giving him a small wink, Jeonghan gripped Seungcheol's hand tightly and dragged him into their bedroom, the sound of the door shutting resonating through the rest of the apartment. 

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"Kim Minho, welcome." The man dressed in all black leather welcomed the young man, hugging him. "What are you doing here so late at night?"

Minho shoved his hands in his pockets, visibly in a bad mood."I'm joining you guys for now. At least until this mess is sorted out."

The man hissed. "So you heard about that, huh?" Minho pursed his lips and nodded. "I swear he should know better than to have a child deal with all this, that cousin of mine."

Minho rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. "I'm not a child, uncle. I'm twenty-two years old."

The man laughed and ruffled his hair a bit, much to Minho's dismay. "Sure ya are kid."

Minho furrowed his eyebrows, a scowl painted on his face. "Just take me to the others. I have lots of questions."
The man nodded and led him down the stairs to the basement of their hideout. Loud laughs and sounds could be heard coming from there, and when Minho shoved the door open, he was greeted by the sounds of men drinking and gambling their worries away. Money exchanged hands, chips slammed on tables, and drink after drink poured.

The man cleared his throat loudly, grabbing the attention of everyone around them, eyes narrowing and a  piercing gaze informing them to shut up. "Boys, greet our guest."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Guest?" He scoffed, and took a seat at the gambling table, slamming his hands down. The chips on table leapt in surprise, landing in a scattered mess. A devlish grin was painted on his face. "Please, I own this place."

"Not just yet you don't. Don't get ahead of yourself," his uncle warned.

Minho ignored him, and turned to look at the other men, who, despite being some of the scariest men you might ever encounter, looked frightened of the new joinee. One wrong move, one wrong word, and it would be their head on the chopping block. They knew that much.

Those were the rules of the underworld.

~

"So what's your plan?" 

Minho took the seat opposite his Uncle in his office, crossing his legs. "What do you mean 'plan'? There's only one thing we can do. Something we've been doing for years." 

The man nodded, reaching into his desk drawer for a small burner phone, handing it to Minho. "This better work." 

Minho nodded. "It'll work, trust me." 

It had to. For Minji's sake. 

~

Seungcheol was at work the next day when he received the call. Absorbed in reading some case files, he picked up his ringing desk phone immediately. 

"Choi Seungcheol?" a deep voice asked. 

"Yes, this is he. Who is this?"

Ignoring the question, the man continued. "It appears you seem to have taken an interest in some of our business activities. Do you know who you're dealing with?" 

As the man talked, Seungcheol noticed that his voice was modified. Masked, rather. 

"Let me guess, you're one of Congressman Kim's associates, aren't you?" 

"Very good," the man said, patronizingly. "Now, that you understand, it's in your best interest to drop what you're doing right now."

"Or what? Let me guess, you'll make my life hell, is that it?" Seungcheol said, unwavering. "You know this isn't the first time I've had to deal with a bunch of rowdies."  

The man snickered on the line. "We're just doing our business. Everyone needs to make a living somehow." He paused. "And as for what we'll do...you'll wish you were in hell."

And the line went dead.