POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 27]

A few hours later, Asuga was in a much nicer, pet-friendly pen. With some raw Wagyu A7 steak strips, fresh water, toys, a litter tray and a bed, she was well taken care of. All brought up to you a little while after Yoongi requested the items from the front desk. Where the hotel had gotten them from was a mystery, but they really went above and beyond.

She seemed content in her new fur-lined bed, already nodding off while you were saying goodbye. You'd found the name Asuga online, it meant swift like the wind in Japanese which was completely fitting for her breed; while coincidentally paying homage to her new human father, and this trip as a whole. Having her gave you both something to look forward to when you got back home.

The show in the basement levels was over now and you were on your way to the penthouse a floor above, steeling your nerves for whatever was to come from this meeting.

"You're okay, I'm with you," he squeezed your gloved hand, before moving his to the small of your back when the elevator arrived.

His encouragement helped you put on an emotionless front, even if you felt anything but. There was a foreboding knot in your stomach that you weren't sure was valid or not; you could only wait and see.

The parting doors placed you in an extravagant penthouse suite. With its tall ceiling, and upper floor on one side, it reminded you a lot of Yoongi's home in Seoul but the decor was completely different. Instead of ultramodern, you had a traditional gilded living room in front of you.

All eyes and heads turned to you, a few of which you recognized. Mamoru, slouched in an armchair with a lit cigarette hanging between his lips. Baba and Ota, sharing a sofa with their heads swiveled like owls to see you. Then the two younger men from the casino tonight, Inui and the quiet one who's name you hadn't uncovered yet, both standing behind the sofa that faced you from across the room.

The boss the underlings stood behind was an intimidating pale man, much like Yoongi but he looked to be a little taller. His suit matched his steely demeanor, silver over navy. With his jet black hair slicked away from his sharp eyes which stared you down suspiciously.

You swallowed, and moved your eyes to the man beside him as Yoongi ushered you inside silently.

This man was tall too, brown hair falling over his forehead with a flute of champagne in the hand that wasn't holding his cheek up while he leaned his elbow into the backrest. His three-piece lavender and charcoal suit seemed more extravagant than the rest of the group's attire, so you singled him out as the infamous Eisuke Ichinomiya; the owner of the hotel as you recalled.

"Think it's 'bout time we leave," Mamoru broke the tension in the air, standing up with his suit jacket hanging from his finger and flung over his shoulder. He was looking at the thief and artist, making them both huff.

"But Yn and Yoongi just got here—" Ota pouted at the older man who scratched tiredly at his goatee.

"We should order some room service and make this into a real party!" Baba enthused, turning his sly gaze to you. "I think Yn would like that."

You really wouldn't but you weren't surprised by his attempt.

"Leave the poor girl alone, will ya?" He walked around the back of their seat, taking the opportunity to knock Baba's fedora off of his head in warning. Then he disappeared into a hall across the room.

"What about you guys? Poker?" Baba tried again, now looking at the two men on the sofa across from them. The steel-suited man scowled back, reaching into his inner breast pocket to start removing a concealed pistol.

"Get up Baba, don't make Soryu get his gun out again," Ota suddenly pushed the older man out of his seat. "We'll go check out the casino," he continued, consoling his defeated friend on their way past.