Pinwheel

18. Fear

"We'll be right here if something goes wrong." Seungcheol told the brunette as they entered the Ashen. Joshua and Seungcheol entered first Jun and Seokmin waited for a few minutes before entering as well. The Ashen was just the same. Though a lot more crowded than the first time they visited. Nonetheless it still reeked the same and Jun was ready to leave as soon as they entered, the music seemed to be getting louder everytime.

"Joshua, are you okay?" Seokmin asked, his hand gently grabbed Joshua's shoulder.

"What? Yeah.. I'm fine. I just need to know about his exact table number right?"

"Yes. Once you know about it you leave. Don't you dare do something like last time." Seungcheol warned. His blonde hair was tied behind in a small ponytail. Seungcheol doesn't usually tie his hair except for during an investigation, yet everytime he does it Joshua finds it harder to breath. Anyone with eyes would, though Jun seemed to be more interested in teasing Joshua about it.

"I won't."

They left Joshua alone, a very anxious Seungcheol had been dragged away by Jun. The brunette sighed and looked towards the bar. He whined quietly knowing he might as well bury himself right here then be seen by Jeonghan in this place.

He waited for a while, eyeing a certain mafia who seemed to be engrossed in the conversation. He wore tight black jeans along with a casual black t-shirt and a black leather jacket thrown over it. He looked undeniably breathtaking. Joshua needs to keep low. Probably wait till the mafia leaves but he knows he doesn't have time.

Jeonghan finally decided to leave after a few more minutes. He disappeared somewhere in the crowd and Joshua didn't bother looking. He needed to get things done soon.

He settled on the bar stool next to Hyungwon the one the mafia was sitting on a few moments ago, not glancing at him as he ordered a cranberry daiquiri from the same bartender he met last time. He remembered the steps he had to follow, he asked Jun for help a few days ago. Joshua could literally feel the other staring into his skin, watching him with predatory gaze. He gulped knowing it might backfire if he isn't able to get out of there in time. But that's his job. Taking risks. So he took a deep breath and toughened his heart before bitting his lip sensually and grabbing the glass placed in front of him, the gaze never leaving him.

It's gonna be a long night.

"Mr. Yoon, we can leave now if you want." Mingyu handed Jeonghan his phone and stood up straight next to him.

"No it's fine. I'm tired to even move a muscle right now." Mingyu choked silently at the response. Jeonghan would've answered with a 'I didn't ask.' or 'shut up.' or 'no.' he never replied like that. Never explaining why he didn't want to go or atleast not with a calm voice. His voice was usually stern, firm towards everyone. But lately he seemed to have gotten a little more linent. A small smile made it's way onto the bodyguard's lips that he didn't bother hiding.

Jeonghan downed the red liquid as he roamed his eyes all over the place, the VIP section allowed him to have the whole view of the bar. He seemed to have formed a new liking for cranberry daiquiri. He used to hate the sweetness in alcohol, yet here he was ordering nothing but that every time he visited the bar.

"Everything's been so dull in here lately." He didn't say it loud enough for anyone near him to hear.

He sighed tilting the glass with his fingers. He looked towards the bar area, Hyungwon seemed to be talking to someone who didn't pay much attention to. Probably someone he would take home. A small chuckle left Jeonghan's throat. He knew exactly what that meant in their world. He would either take him to fuck or torture the shit out of him for satisfaction. Not exactly sane but nothing was sane in his world. Hyungwon was both the first and the second type. He would the person home, fuck him and then torture him till his heart's content. He looked away towards the other side when a certain blonde head caught his attention. Seungcheol. He wasn't alone though. He was with two other officer. One he knew as Joshua's friend Jun and the other one, not so much. He narrowed his eyes at them. Seungcheol seemed to be staring off towards the other side, not letting his gaze falter for a second.