Mafia coworkers in love | Harukyu

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A/n: School is finally on Monday wow grape, kaya lalo na akong natatagalan sa pag u-update :<

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"Noegero jikjin~!" nasa huling parte na sa kanta si Jeongwoo at tumunog ang aking cellphone. Notifiication galing sa news.

Dispatch — "Update! Principal is currently signing his resignation contract from being a principal, but still won't give up on finding his longing missing son."

"Sir! Do you have any updates on your son?" tanong ng isang reporter. 

"For now, I'm still looking." he said with a rather shaking voice.

"By any chance, had you thought your son is already dead?" another reporter asked.

There was a moment of silence, anong klasing tanong 'yan?

"I always thought my son well, and I know Haruto Watanabe is still alive." he confidently said, medyo disappointed sa tanong ng reporter.

I shut off my phone directly, uninterested sa iba pang itatanong nga mga interviewers at reporters.

"Hinahanap ka parin?" Tanong ni Jeongwoo at nakinig din sa interview. "Hindi naman sa hindi ko gustong magpahanap, kung sakaling mahahanap nila ako, ayaw ko lang bumalik 'dun."

Tumango si Jeongwoo, naiintindihan ang sabi ko. "Halatang sanay kana talaga sa buhay pagka-mafia, noh?" giit ni Asahi sa kabilang upoan. I hummed in response while nodding my head.

"Gusto ko rin naman magpakalayo sa kanila in the first place."

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[ Junkyu - 준규 🐨 ]

"Hello dad?" nakatanggap ako ng tawag ng tatay ko, here we go again..

"Last day I heard about you being such in a incident report. Few armed men and women reportedly hostaged bomul cafe, and I'm assuming my injudicious son is there at that time. Ain't that right, Kim Junkyu?"

Grabe naman maka injudicious, parang hindi siya gumawa sakin ah.

"Look, dad, I didn't get shot--"

"Still! Pano pag napahamak ka?"

And he finally cares? Pft.

"I'm a grown up man and a training mafia, dad. Alam ko paano pangalagaan sarili ko!"

"An ingenious mafia, tsk tsk tsk." I can feel him shaking his head while massaging his temple on the other side of the phone.

"If you're only calling me to inform me I'm a foolish training mafia, you wouldn't have to repeat that every day, dad." pinatay ko kaagad ang tawag bago siya makasagot.

"Was that mr. Kim?" tanong ni Jihoon sabay bigay sakin ng isang mug ng kape. I nodded and he sucked his lips.

"Alam ko na, na si mr. Kim kausap mo when you have that so much frustrated look on your face." giit niya at napahinga ako ng malalim.

"I hate how he expects so much from me." ani ko.

Dad is the richest, leader of the leaders sa mafia industry. Eh eto, ako lang naman ang anak niya, isa pang tanga.

"Wag mo narin masyadong maliitin sarili mo, Kyu. Talented ka kaya. At huwag kang magmadali, nasa training stage ka parin. It takes time." Jihoon patted my back and I nodded, forming my lips into a thin line.

I exhaled deeply, "I'm sure he'll call me in his office later."

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A/n: I'll be continuing their back story tomorrow BUT hindi ako sure kung mapu-publish ko rin tomorrow right in the spot.

I'm really sorry for those who might be waiting for updates sa schedule. My schedule is really a wreck now that school is back.

Pero stay tuned lang din po!