♢JACKPOT | Minsung♢

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TW: blood

"T-there... I sent the money. Just- Just please let me go-"

*BANG*

The man's head shot back as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Blood splattered on the wall.

"Get rid of him." Minho ordered as he wiped a bit of blood off his cheek. Two built men in black suits nodded and started to grab the body and take it away.

Minho sighed and sat down at his desk, putting his feet up. The office had nice red walls with a gold design. (Look up at the picture for reference)

Minho lit a cigarette and smoked it while relaxing. He only got a few moments to rest.

A man with a burgundy suit stormed in, making Minho irritated.

"Mr Lee, there is an update on the debt." He stood at the front of the desk. Minho glared at him.

"Hand it over." Minho held his hand out and the man placed a file. "If you ever storm in like that again you're fucking dead."

"M-my apologies sir. It won't happen again." He bowed and left the room.

Minho opened the file. It had multiple peoples picture with their names and the amount of money they owed. He put it on his desk, not really caring about the debts right now.

Minho was bored of sitting in his office all day, so he decided to go downstairs to the casino.

He made his way down the three flights of stairs to the first floor of the casino. The smell of smoke filled the air.

Minho walked around looking at all the machines. The rainbow lights on the gambling machines illuminated the roof.

All the people in there were either old or ugly. Half of them were smoking. The other half had too much to drink. Minho only smirked knowing that they were giving him money.

Minho sat down at the bar. It had a full view of the poker tables so he observed them. The look of despair on faces once they realized they had lost money entertained Minho.

One table caught his eye. There was eight old men who were glaring at each other. But the reason the table caught Minhos eye was from the ninth player who sat at the end of the table. He looked young, definitely not over 21.

He was smiling while everyone else at the table looked like they were fuming. His bright pink hoodie stood out from the old men's dark clothes.

Suddenly the boy placed a card down and leaped up. He looked extremely happy. Minho knew that boy had just won.

Some of the old men threw their cards down in anger. Others yelled. The boy winked at one of the men and collected his poker chips.

Minho smirked watching the boy. Minho liked how he played. Especially how he pissed the men off after. Minho found it pretty attractive.

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After an hour or two and a few drinks later Minho was ready to go home. He wasn't flat out drunk yet, but he definitely couldn't drive.

Minho took his phone out.

"Hey I need you to drive me home."

"I will pull a car up at the front of the casino."

Minho hung up and made his way outside at the entrance. His head was spinning slightly.

A black car pulled up at the front. Minho pulled the backseat door open and sat inside.

Even though he was tipsy, Minho had to keep his reputation of being serious and cold. So he sat straight up, slightly struggling at times.

The car ride felt pretty fast for Minho. Probably because he drank. Minho stepped out of the car and gave a little nod to the driver letting him know it was okay to drive away now.

Minho lived in a bigger house. It wasn't quite big enough to be a mansion but it still looked really fancy and nice.

He went quickly up to his room and fell onto his bed. Minhos head hurt and he wished he had drank more so he wouldn't be feeling this.

Minho fell asleep in his suit on top of his bed.

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A/N: sorry guys it was a short chapter only 700 words. I promise from now on chapters will be 1000+ words! But did ya like it? I found it fun.