‹𝟹﹒𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬﹒⌒⌒

꒥﹒two 🗡️

Ahn stares at people engage in conversations along the room. She knows this isn't polite small like the wealthy do, some were business dealings, while others were mocks to get a rise out of the others.

The early spring wind brushes. against her bare arm, as she is leaning against the open window. She takes a sip of whiskey. It burns through her throat.

Heesung approaches her with a coy smile. "Came alone?" He inquires, eying her outfit. He is holding a wineglass in one hand, and his other hand rests comfortably in the pocket of his pants.

"No," Ahn says. "What do you want?"

He sighs and leans against the window opposite to her. "What could I possibly want?" She raises her eyebrows. She can think of ten things he wants from her. At her reaction, he rolls his eyes. "Fine." He admits. H throws a look of caution at the crowd and leans in. "I want to start a coup. I need people."

Ahn taps the rim of her glass. Heesung is the second-in-command of Street Lions. Objectively, he does more work for the gang than the leader. "How many people are in favour of the coup?"

"A fair bit."

"Then avoid a coup," she advices. "Get Doyoung assassinated and let the members choose the next leader." She continues cutting him off before he can open his mouth.

Heesung looks out of the window, thinking.

After a while, he nods. "Yeah." He meets her eyes. "I need an assassin."

"Eight hundred Veto. For killing him and to hold my tongue."

Heesung's lip parts, and he sucks a sharp breath. Ahn laughs. "Don't tell me you were expecting less?"

He shakes his head. "I wasn't. How soon can you kill him?"

"As soon as you want."

"Tonight?" There is a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Why not?" She glances around the room, finding the right person. Heesung follows her eyes, the wicked glint still present. Ahn turns to face him. "Get me a of pen and paper."

Heesung dashes to get her the what she asked for.

In his absence, someone else approaches her. "What does he want?"

It is Hyunjin. The closet person in Ahn's life, and her best friend. He has dyed his hair back to black for the party. He did it to compliment his outfit, and it is. He is one of the best dressed people at the party. And according to him, the most handsome.

Ahn has known Hyunjin for the past three years. They rose through the Crimson Velvet together. They have been through thick and thin and have always looking out for each other. Today he clipped her hair away from her eyes for the party, with shiny clips. He, too, is wearing the same shiny clips.

"To be king," she replies.

Heesung comes back and hands her a pen and a blank page.

Ahn holds the paper against the wall and starts scribbling. Behind her, Hyunjin and Heesung are having a conversation.