HEE || Heejake

Mr. Sim

Jake tried to hide the hopeful glow inside his eyes while typing in the numbers.

"My father's surname is Sim. He is the founder of EN- Labels," explained Jake, struggling to type with his trembling hands.

The bips were quick to spread throughout the room, but they continued for an awfully long time, enough to make Jake break into a cold sweat.

When the other side finally answered, the man snatched the phone away.

"Mr. Sim?" he barked into the phone.

The other side stayed mute for a second.

"Who is asking?" replied a cold man's voice.

"Oh no, we won't be answering questions. We have your son safe and sound, but he won't be for long if you don't cooperate."

Silence. Again.

"Which son?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHICH??! WE HAVE YOUR SON, DOES IT MATTER WHICH!?"

"Of course," immediately replied the voice, completely unphased.

Jake whispered his name to the man.

"The Jake one!" repeated the man.

"...I see."

"We want a hundred million dollars, delivered to us by tomorrow evening at the address I'll be texting you. Come alone, or send only one person, no cops. If we doubt the delivery person, they'll die, along with your son."

"I understand," replied the voice after one more silence. "You won't have to wait until tomorrow."

The voice barely finished its sentence that the gangster had already cut the communication, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You really didn't lie. They are rich. A hundred million and they didn't even flinch!"
Amused, he looked at Jake's phone screen and sniggered,
"Violent bastard? Is that what you call your dad? You really do hate him, don't you?"

Jake forced a smile, and the man turned off the phone to put it away in his pocket.

At this moment, another man made his entrance. He came to bow to his boss, saying,

"I managed to reach Riki Nishimura. He's aware that we have his friend."

The boss howled,

"Idiot! We don't have his friend!" The poor underling looked confused. "This stupid brat lied to us! He thought we were targeting some random kid named Heeseung!" 

Instead of confused, the underling now looked horrified.

*

Heeseung stared at the screen for a second, his tense hand whitening around his phone.

He was at a family function when he received this call. Usually, he would answer and cut it as short as possible, but he saw Jake's name on his screen. He excused himself and went to one of the patios. 

Since before summer break, he had completely stopped answering Jake's number. Still, he would always let it ring, staring at his name until it disappeared. This time was no different...

Until rain started falling. 

The air took up an ominous atmosphere, and a bad feeling took over Heeseung. He  remembered the conversation he had had just a minute ago with his friend Riki: "I received a message from some thugs saying they have 'my friend'. I was just wondering if you were ok. If you are, it must have been an error," the latter had said. 

Suddenly, Heeseung understood he had to take that call.

When he heard the gruff unfamiliar voice on the other side asking for "Mr. Sim", he knew something very grave and insanely stupid had happened.

Quick to take on the situation, he perfectly played the part, but when he hung up, he found himself unable to move.

"Young Master," exclaimed a voice behind him, taking him out of his state of shock.
"What are you doing outside in the rain!?"

Heeseung didn't allow even a second for his underling to open an umbrella. He turned to him with a murderous gaze which made the man bow, and declared,

"Go get your brothers, an urgent matter arose. No time to prepare, the plan is: No plan, no mercy."

"What's the situation?"

"A kidnapping. Tell the others Jake has been caught."

The man's eyes immediately darkened.

"Young Master's friend? How? I thought there was no link between you two anymore."

"Don't ask questions. I'll take the lead. There is no time to tell my parents, I'll tell them once it's settled. 
According to the address, it's on the Snake Head's territory. This can be a coincidence and come from an isolated group of punks, but it's highly unlikely."
The underling nodded. Heeseung swayed his wet hair back, his face deformed by anger.
"This means war."