방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I didn't have much time.
I needed to make this damn trip quick.
Hoseok had been napping on the couch at the hideout, and Namjoon was plotting with a few of the other guys at the base house. It gave me the chance to leave without having anybody follow along with me.
I appreciated their supervision, and I understood their concern with my shoulder, but right now, I didn't need to hear them lecture me about taking a break and resting my shoulder.
We had done a few things earlier that day— it was the most active I've been since my surgery. I could feel my shoulder begin to ache. If I didn't know any better, I'd consult with my brothers, however, their solution was for me to stay home for a few days while they go out and handle all our business.
Which wasn't fair. I wasn't going to send my two brothers to take care of business while I comfortably lay at home without a care in the world. Nor was I going to let them get all the action either.
It's why I remained quiet about my shoulder in the first place— if I had stayed quiet long enough, I wouldn't have gotten the surgery, and I'd be roaming around the streets in perfect condition. Namjoon and Hoseok were the ones who pushed me to do something about my long-time injury.
With how obstinate the two can be— I had no other choice but to listen to them, and get my shoulder observed by a professional.
It turned out to be worse. Much worse than I had anticipated.
Both Namjoon and Hoseok were disappointed that I had willingly stayed quiet about it for so many years, and yet they were relieved that the surgery was a success.
If they only knew I snuck away to handle a meeting with a stranger— they would lose their shit.
I would get into some deep shit with them.
That was one thing in this world that I dared to fear.
But, this needed to be done.
The man on the other line requested that I be alone during the meeting. Although I could lie, and pretend that I was alone all the while Hoseok would be hovering on the rooftop of the next building— I decided that I would heed their requests.
Besides, to get this done properly, I needed their ability to trust me. To trust that I'd get whatever business that they required completed.
And I'd be perfectly fine alone. If this guy wanted to try anything— he'd have to have a lot of confidence to do so.
I typically allowed my clients to select a place to carry out a meeting. Just to give them that sort of freedom, and allow them the opportunity to get comfortable. I'm aware of the names I uphold so that itself must have given people a lot of anxiety.
Can't say I hate it.
This guy chose to meet at a very odd place. It was a building that was under construction— the windows patched with painter's film, the building's plywood and sheathing still visible, not yet completed.
