⤷"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ"
never would cho y/n have imagined herself to be involved in some mafia business. her life changed from one moment to another.
sometimes the will to help can put you in quite a bad situation.
-ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ
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hwang...
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"YOU think they believed it?" mingi chuckled, his confidence evident in his tone.
"oh please! he did an immaculate job!" yuqi waved her hand before her face, laughing.
yunho walked in, holding what they've been wanting to get so bad. the usb stick containing all contact information and whereabouts of mister cho, y/n's father.
"woah! i think i'm seeing a ghost! mingi, pinch me! the dead yunho is standing in front of me!" she faked a shocked expression, soon cackling over her joke.
yunho handed mingi the item swiftly, the latter immediately putting it into his jacket pocket. "tell us exactly what you did, dear yunho."
he sat down, getting ready to explain everything. "well, to start it off i tore down their main door. i didn't think it would be easy, but these idiots apparently didn't lock it properly." he stopped a second to chuckle a tad bit.
"of course they noticed right away, so i and the bait had to hurry. what was his name again? anyway, we ran to the next corner and we soon parted ways. he continued to run towards his destination and i went to look for that stick. it was in their security room or whatever. it didn't take them long to eliminate him. i then got the hell out of there and now here i am! alive!" he cheered, throwing his arms in the air.
