Below The Surface | SEVENTEEN FF [ON HOLD]

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Authors POV:
"Where on earth were you whoring around?" Scoups interrogates Jeonghan as soon as he arrived back at their headquarters.

Jeonghan plopped himself on the couch nearest by, manspreading his legs while lifting his head up with his eyes closed.

He lets out a deep sigh, the end of both of his lips curling up into a smirk. "Just helping an innocent cat get back to her mommy and daddy." He half jokes, however Scoups wasn't having it.

Knowing Jeonghan, he knew by 'cat', he actually meant a human girl.

"Did you even talk to that old ass man? If yes, how'd it go?" He continues, crossing his arms, pissed at the fact that he spent time messing around rather than helping him.

Jeonghan snickers at this, tilting his head left and right, cracking his jaw and neck muscles, resulting to his veins popping up.
"I actually did. He said he's agree to do the business ship with us."

"Speaking of that.. you both came in just at the right time!" He exclaims while smirking as he watches the two men who were sweating the hell out from whatever battle they just came from, plopping themselves on the couch.

Mingyu raised one of his eyebrows at him as a signal for him to ask him to proceed what he means, while Wonwoos facial expression remained stoic.

He wasn't really interested in whatever was about to come out of the sly mans mouth.

"You are going to come with me to meet up with Mr Park to a meeting and-"

"Fuck off. I am not going to help that motherfucker promote his business whether you like the sound of that or not." Mingyu cuts him off and argued, as he pushed the nearest tables he could find aggressively to the wall, making it let out a crack sound.

He knew where the talk was going to go.

"Control yourself for fuck sakes. Do you know the amount of times I've called the repairers to fix that shit?!" Scoups scolded him, as he grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed him along the same wall.

Jeonghan shook his head, as he put his hand on Scoups shoulders, making him look back immediately at him, and controls his breathing.
"Cheol-ah, you should do the same thing."

He sighed in response before removing his hands ofd him as he nodded, taking in deep yet aggressive breath.

He then looks at Mingyu, who recomposes himself from the impact. "And as for you, Mingyu, how else will the business continue to rise if we don't arrange these meetings? It's the only reason why our place got successful in the first place."

"I don't care. It's not like it'd affect me. I'm just here to beat the fuck out of people and for reputation. Whatever business you have with that old man will have nothing to do with me!" He cracks his neck muscles by tilting his head left and right, walking over to put on his jacket.