"Woozi, I understand that Gangnam is a good place in Seoul to build a headquarters. How can you make sure we don't get caught?" Father has his hands on his armrest while staring directly at my presentation.
"I've studied their movements and majority of their operations take place far from the Blue House. If we keep a safe distance, meaning close, but not too close, we can avoid them. I've also set up decoys in separate areas." I explained.
"Besides," the retired capo who's sitting in the meeting butted in "Antique shop doesn't attract much attention."
"Point taken." Father turned to me and smiled.
The rest of the former capos were nodding and I saw my friends smiling at me, too.
"Boss SS." Another retired man raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Aren't you concerned that the headquarters is getting closer to your son's university?"
"It's none of your concern. Refrain from asking personal questions." Father answered with a straight face but with an obvious annoyance in tone.
"Eh boss SS." Different hand raised by another retired capo. "This strategy, isn't it kinda similar with Jas?" Then they all turned to Vernon.
"It is. But with different motives. Besides, the government will most likely expect us to lay low and to go farther. That's why I think Woozi's decoy can be of great use." Father answered.
I saw Vernon bowed his head and Seungkwan placed his hand on his shoulder. Mingyu also looked concerned on the other side.
Father suddenly got a call and his ringtone made me blush. I tried so hard to hide it so I turned my back and pretended to fix my folders.
"Yes, V? So it's ready, I see. Meet me at 7 pm. Thanks." Father then put his phone back.
"Heyyy boss SS. That's a good ringtone." Old man complimented.
"I know. I love it."
Father's comment almost made my chest burst out.
"What's that? Who sang that?"
"It's "Holiday" by an unknown artist."
"Unknown? How can you have it? Can you share it with me?"
"Haha! I'm so privileged to have this beautiful song."
"Ahem ahem." I coughed so they could stop talking about it.
"Oh, thank you for the presentation, Woozi. I'll get going. Adjourned." Father patted my head and said "Still consider my offer, okay?" And left.
I can't believe father actually used my song as his ring tone. Every time I come up with a complete composition, I send it to him. He said he likes music and is interested with mine. He offered me a scholarship to a music school but I would rather help him with this organization.
As I clear my mind, the conference room is also getting cleared except for my friends who stayed in here. I approached Vernon, who's still sulking.
"Hey, Hansol." I brushed his hair.
"I think the Hansol nickname is still not working. They still don't want me."
"Shhh." Seungkwan slapped his back.
"Ack-"
"Seungkwan's right." Mingyu stood up.
"He didn't say anything, though?" I said.
"That says it all. Vernon or Hansol, American or Korean, I believe in you."
"Same. You're you." I patted Vernon.
"Come, let's get dinner." They stood up and left. Leaving me and Mingyu.
"I gotta go, too." I said.
"Okay, ahh-"
Mingyu bumped to my bag and all my things fell down.
