Cover-Up: This is a defensive move employed by a fighter to avoid getting hit. He or she simply hides beneath and behind their gloves to avoid direct contact from an offensive attack
°•○[On the other side of the Beomgyu's call]○•°
As soon as he hung up he tossed his phone on his desk, the device chattering with a coffee mug and a few energy cans.
Even with the amount of caffeinated drinks on his desk, he was still constantly tired of answering calls, having to do other people's jobs for them. He just wanted a small break.
He sat down in his wheely chair and scooted it over to his mini fridge, grabbing another energy drink and snagging a pack of pistachios from on top.
He sat back at his desk, a quiet, uninterested sigh leaving his lips as he popped open the drink, chugging half of it with a groan.
He lifted up the screen to his laptop, glancing at all his unread emails with disinterest and annoyance, till he saw one of them.
“Ahh.. Doohyun..”, He groaned softly, clicking on it, and reading through it.
This was the only man he'd actually taken interest in, Doohyun owed such a large amount of both Korean and American currency since his recent trip to America.
“Mother fucker..”, He growled, re-reading over the email atleast three to four times.
C.D: “I hope it's not too much of a delay, but I won't be able to get your money till after my son's tournament. Once he wins, I'll take the money he's won and it'll go to you. You'll just have to give me till about mid May, and I'll have to borrow money to fly out to Japan to see the fight
~ Choi Doohyun”
The man groaned reading it, Doohyun was already in massive amounts of debt to the man, this email just managed to piss him off further.
“Niki! San!”, He shouted, the two called for men walking into the room a few moments later.
“Yes boss? ”, San spoke softly, Niki moving to stand beside him with his hands shoved into his pant pockets.
“What's the update on Doohyun? You know I can't just keep standing around while that bastard runs around like he doesn't owe me shit.”, The man growled, his fists clenched tightly.
“We've tried to get in contact, but hyunjin can't hold a call with him for longer than 30 seconds”, Niki explained, even he was slightly annoyed with the way Doohyun had been treating them.
“What about his kids? Doesn't he have three sons?”, the man spoke in an annoyed voice, taking a sip from his energy drink.
Niki and San nodded almost in sync, Niki walking over to his desk and picking up one of the playing cards from a split deck on his desk.
“I gave the oldest the signed card you wanted him to have”, Niki explained, setting the card back down.
“You ran into him?”, the man tilted his head, looking up at Niki.
“Of course, they were the ones who crashed into the spike set sir”, Niki chuckled, taking a step back to go sit by San who had moved to sit on one of the couch sets in the room.
“What?! They? Is he okay?”, The man suddenly stood, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at Niki. He wouldn't lie, he thought the oldest would come in handy. Whether the boy was willing or not.
The man had developed a small liking for Soobin, nothing too crazy. But he had seen the boy fight on TV a few times and was impressed by the boy's experience in the field.
“Yes yes.. your little boy toy is fine”, Niki jokes, shaking his head playfully, “just a few scratches and probably some bruising or muscle pain, nothing critical”, He added, ending the man's worries.
“Good..”, the man nodded, sitting back down.
“You might wanna buy him a new car, his old one is probably being pulled out of a tree by road services”, Niki laughed softly, earning a small chuckle from San.
“Right.. are these the boys who are with Beomgyu right now?”, He asked, to which the men nodded.
“Hmm.. alright.. buy him a new car, leave my card on the dash of it and let him spend some money, and let him believe he's got a stalker”, The man shrugged, tossing them his spare wallet.
“And get him something he'd actually like! Not some piece of shit”, the man added, a soft laugh leaving his lips.
Niki stood up with the wallet in his hands, a smirk on his lips, “You? Choi Yeonjun catching feelings?”, He teased, grabbing another one of his signed playing cards.
The now named Yeonjun groaned, ruffling his own hair, “Shut your mouth, or ill give that precious boyfriend of yours some work.”, He threatened, to which Niki laughed and walked off.
“Such a dick”, He muttered under his own breath, sitting back in his chair. “San? Why are you still here?”.
The man groaned, standing up and fixing his outfit, “local police are beginning to believe you're at fault for the spikes they found”.
“Well? I don't see how that's my problem”, Yeonjun shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly.
“It's your problem because the police here are far less forgiving than back in America, the moment they sniff even a hint of you, they'll be on your ass looking!”, San explained, waving his hands around slightly to get his point across.
“So? Don't you remember your job San?”, Yeonjun tilted his head, “You get the cops off my ass, now do your job and fucking cover it up. Kay?”, He held a soft growl in his tone, yet completely serious.
“Y-Yes sir..”, San muttered, quickly moving to leave the room.
“San, come back-”, Yeonjun stood up, walking over to where San had freezed at the calling of his name.
“I understand your new.. but I think you assumed this would be easy, i'll let it slip this time but don't fail again”, He explained, before letting San leave the room, to which he quickly did.
Yeonjun sat back down at his desk, a smile on his face as he saw the charge for a black Rolls-Royce Spectre right off the lot.
“Atta boy..”, He chuckled, extremely glad Niki knew how to spend money the right way.
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