Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 13

The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, Seungcheol could see two men standing in the middle of the room. They were discussing something, their voices low and harsh.

Seungcheol strained to hear what they were saying, his hand tightening around the handle of his gun. From what he could make out, they seemed to be waiting for someone to bring them money.

"When is that bastard gonna come and give us the money?" one of the men said. His voice was rough and angry, and he was pacing back and forth in agitation.

The other man, who was sitting casually in a chair, looked up with a sly smile. "Don't worry," he said. "He'll be here soon enough. And when he does, we'll get what we want."

"Yeah, you better be right," the first man grumbled, still pacing back and forth. "Coz I ain't waiting much longer."

The second man chuckled, seeming undisturbed by his partner's impatience. "Relax, man. This guy's good for the money. We just need to be patient for a little while longer."

"I'm tired of being patient," the first man groused. "I wanna get this over with and get our money, and get outta here."

The second man rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by his partner's complaints. "Just trust me," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Everything's going according to plan. We'll get our money soon enough."

Seungcheol ignored them and looked closer, and he saw a small form huddled in the corner of the room. It was a child, a young boy, and he was trying to make himself as small as possible, as if trying to blend into the shadows.

The child's hands were bounded with wire, and he was shaking slightly, clearly terrified. Seungcheol couldn't make out his face, but he could tell that the boy was scared and alone.

His heart ached for the Haneul, who was clearly caught up in whatever dangerous situation this was. He wanted desperately to step in and protect Haneul, but he knew he had to wait for the right moment to act.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He had to stay focused on the task at hand. He signaled to his members again, silently indicating that he was going to make a move.

His members nodded again and readied their weapons. Seungcheol took one last deep breath, then gestured for them to follow him as he carefully pushed open the door and stepped inside the room.

The first man quickly turned towards the sound, his hand reaching for the gun he had tucked in his belt. The second man looked up with a sharp curse, startled by the sudden intrusion.

The small boy in the corner flinched, looking up with wide, terrified eyes as the two men turned towards Seungcheol and his members.

"Who the hell are you?" the first man demanded, his hand now firmly wrapped around his gun. "What do you want?"

Seungcheol held up a hand, signaling for his members to hold their fire. "We're just here to talk," he said, his voice calm and steady. "We're not looking for trouble."

The two men exchanged a look, their expressions wary but also slightly curious. "What do you want to talk about?" the second man asked, still lounging lazily in his chair.

Seungcheol's gaze flicked briefly to Haneul in the corner. "We've heard that you have something that belongs to us," he said, his voice steady and controlled.

The first man sneered, clearly unimpressed by Seungcheol's words. "Oh yeah? And what do you think we have that's yours?"

Seungcheol's eyes flicked again to Haneul, who was watching the scene with wide, scared eyes. "You have something that is very important to us," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "And we're here to take it back."