behind closed doors : seoksoo

020 : problem's arising

"they're in deep shit, that's all i'm going to say," wonwoo spoke bluntly whilst tilting the computer screen so mingyu could get a proper look. a light gasp glided its way through the small gap between mingyu's lips, his eyes examining every feature upon the man's face whom wonwoo had paused the replayed video of the cameras on perfectly, zoomed in to the correct degree.

"that's-" he whispered as though there would be somebody listening in to their conversation concerning their secret mission, "that's mr. kang's right hand man," the male looked to be gathering his thoughts, his forehead creasing as he chewed the inside of his right cheek, "mr. kang as in- mr kang as in-"

"what did they do to piss off one of the most feared crime bosses in seoul," wonwoo had his palm glued to his chin, unintentionally butting in on mingyu as he wasn't exactly listening to the younger, they were both in fact dancing solo with the thoughts in their heads, "they're well and truly fucked, nobody has a chance against kang beomseok, they'd need a miracle to get themselves out of the limelight."

"which one of you was it," the boss had his palms laying flat upon a crate, his voice lay stern as he eyed every man and woman before him, whom he had took his time rounding up, "which one of you fucking imbeciles went and pissed off one of the many gangs i told you all to keep clear of, huh? who the fuck was it?" he was yelling as loud as his lungs allowed him to, his cold stare being enough to knock someone dead. with his veins pulsating to thrice of their normal state- his skin toning pink as he grew to his limit.

seokmin felt goosebumps crawl across his skin as he heard small shuffles of footwear behind him, his ears managed to pick up on the increase in speed and heaviness of seungkwan's breathing; small whispers of anxiety scratching at his senses as the air grew stuffy. it was only early in the morning that seungkwan had learned of the camera footage and the attempted attack, he almost instantly recognised the motorbike the aggressor rode.

seokmin's fingers slowly peeled from one another as he hesitated to raise his hand, his limb sticking out amongst the crowd, the boss's eyes finding the male in no less than a second, as though he were already looking in his direction. he felt seungkwan grab at his jacket from behind, trying to get his attention; yet, seokmin blocked out all of the voices and stares from around him, especially the look of disappointment he received from minghao.

"i snuck out on my own, got caught by the police so i ran down an alleyway and ended up bumping into the guy and his bike, i'm assuming i scratched it or something, no biggie," with each word he heard seungkwan's pleads for him to stop talking- the younger knew he was at fault, he knew that it was him who damaged the man's motorbike, so why should seokmin take the blame and keep him out of the story completely.

meanwhile, to the left of seokmin, chan stood observing the male's face and seungkwan's reaction; from a single glimpse he could tell seokmin was taking the blame for something he didn't do- perhaps the sneaking out was true, but the details following were false. he also noticed how seokmin's usual confidence had faltered the moment he raised his hand, the moment the boss laid eyes on him, he had become nothing more than a sheep trapped in a corner by a starved wolf.

"no biggie? no fucking biggie? you piece of shit, i've given you too many chances, it's time i teach you a real lesson," the boss's words were enough for seokmin's whole body to grow tense and freeze in place. it were as though a vacuum had sucked all the life out of the male, his face drawing pale as all the equanimity he always possessed had been ripped from his soul.

the crowd began to split into two sections from the front as the boss splintered through, his elbows digging at anybody who hadn't moved out of his way fast enough. his course halted before seokmin, his fist rising and grabbing a tuft of the younger male's hair; the latter pursed his lips together and let out a muffled cry, his own hands clasping his boss's whilst he scrunched his eyes closed to tolerate the shooting pain to the top of his head.