Double Life (DISCONTINUED)

Episode Two

The doors of Hwanhee's main room flung open, then came Taehee stomping in.

"Hey! Jo Hwanhee, do you have a death wish?" She slammed her palms onto his desk, causing a shake, steam was practically shooting out of her ears.

Hwanhee sat peacefully, his leg crossed over the other. The corners of his lips lifted mockingly, he looked down at the cigar in his hand, taking a hit then leaned close to her, blowing smoke onto her face. Taehee snatched the cigarette from his hand, throwing it on the floor, digging her shoes onto it as she glared at Jo Hwanhee.

"How respectful of you." His voice filled with pure sarcasm.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke? I didn't sign that contract for you to go and do things without talking to me about it first. What? Did you hit your head Kim Hwanhee?"

"I don't need your permission to move my business elsewhere." He coughed up smoke, getting up to take a sip of his coffee. Once his hands were touching the coffee cup, Taehee grabbed his arm tightly.

"Everything you do, we do together. Don't forget how easily I can tear down your whole gang Hwanhee." Her tone had suddenly changed to a much more softer tone, a whisper almost.

Hwanhee slowly sat back down, groaning as he jerked his hand away from her. He wiggled his arm around, the specific area aching. "Crazy bitch." He breathed heavily.

"What was that? Say it louder." Her voice laced with a dare, obvious intentions in making him just as angry as he made her.

Hwanhee grit his teeth in response, soon opening his mouth, muttering "I said crazy bitch!"

Taehee threw the boiling hot coffee on him, forcing him to yell in pain. "You bitch, Taehee!"

Taehee wiggled her eyebrows around, turning to the doors "I'm sorry Jo Hwanhee. Maybe not." She giggled, making her way out of the main area.

She entered the training unit, scanning the long line of men pounding against punching bags, lifting weights, typical training.

"Disappointing,"

She yawned, stripping off her dress, intriguing the men around only to be met with another layer of clothes underneath the dress.

A black crop top paired with trainer shorts.

She ambled towards a punching bag that was occupied by another knowingly.

The man who had already been using the bag stared at her, disbelief poured from his face. He brought his arm up to swing at her but before he could even touch her, she ducked.

Taehee tugged on his arm, twisting it to where it slightly hurt.

A panic rushed through his body, and even more once he had seen her face.

"Taehee?" His voice cut short, fading into yelps as Taehee inflicted more pain against him from just a hand.

"Shit, shit, shit! Miss Yu, I'm sorry!" He nearly fell to his knees.

She had unbelievable strength and even then, one wouldn't dare to lay a finger on her no matter if they were stronger or not.

"Please don't touch or call me by my name again, miss Yu is fine." Her grip against him loosened.

He almost immediately threw himself away from her, feeling his defenses rise. God the way he wanted to throw her down and teach her a lesson. He left it as it was, stomping away and drilling his fingers into the palms of his hand, forming a fist.

Taehee faced the punching bag, feeling multiple eyes on her, hearing the grave whispers among her presence.

She cracked a grin, loving the attention that was paid to her. She was always the center of everything, the center of love, the center of envy, the center of everyones attention.

She bent down, picking up a roll of bandages on top of some old boxes. She started to circle it around her hands, about twenty layers on each then laid it back down on the boxes. Her hands dug into her purse, taking out a hair tie and quickly putting her long hair into a ponytail.

She took two breaths, lifting up her fists and positioning herself. Moments later she was swinging at the punching bag, her ponytail moving with her.

Predictably enough, the men were staring shamelessly, the building reeked of perverted, touch deprived individuals that'd do the most just to have a girl in their pants.

Jiho walked over to Taehee, standing beside the boxes. He put his weight over them, crossing his arms.

Taehee side-eyed him, raising an eyebrow. She chose to ignore it which Jiho wasn't gonna accept.

He spoke for himself, tilting his head at her. "You're sweating a shit ton, not a good look for a business women, hey?"

She dropped her position, slowly pounding the  punching bag as she put her focus on Jiho.

"A business woman can get dirty too." Her cold toned voice replied, bring her arm up to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

He smiled a laugh, taking a cigar and his lighter out. The cigar held up between his lips, soon fire blazing on the edge.

"Sure, she can," He nodded

"I have a question." He inhaled back the previous smoke that came from his mouth.

"And what's that?"

"Why are you really here? With a gang? A gang that could end yours and everyone else's life."

She stopped swinging her fists around, turning completely to his direction. "Why are you asking this now?" She gave him a genuine look of curiosity, usually have a hate for those who put their nose in her business.

He shrugged, tapping his foot against the stone floor. "I guess I was afraid before,"

"I hope you don't mind me asking." He continued, taking a puff from his cigar.

"I don't know if I trust you enough with that info."

He insisted though, furrowing his eyes. "Come on Haelee, I've worked with you for two years here."

She nodded, taking his cigarette from the tips of his fingers. She pressed the end of it against her lips before flicking it onto an ash tray.

"Then you know I don't like people asking me questions about things they don't need to know." She forced a smile, taking off into the distance of the other side of the room where there were weights.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "She's so stubborn." The common look of determination on his face was absent, his crossed arms now hidden in his pockets.

Taehee steadily lifted two dumbbells in her hands weighing 50 pounds. Each time she'd aim down with the dumbbells, air would excessively shoot out of her nose. Her attention spiraled with her breathing until one of the men approached her from behind, nudging her.

He chuckled, grinning as he intentionally stared up and down her body. "You're very sexy, why're you here working out? I should take you elsewhere." His voice brimming with lust yet he was trying to piss her off.

Taehee elbowed his abs harshly while her other hand pulled his hair down roughly.

"Take me where?" She challenged.