𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝. | 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

22.

Seungcheol still held Chaerin's hand like the world was falling apart, his fingers tightly wrapping around hers as if he was scared of loosing her.

That mysterious man was still behind them, picking up his pace with every step and therefore getting closer than wanted. Chaerin didn't dare to look behind, simply because Seungcheol told her not to and she was scared.

The two passed a couple of dark alleys and restaurants before Seungcheol finally stopped, he grabbed her face and pulled Chaerin close to him. Their faces were only inches apart as he began to whisper something.

"Do you trust me ?" He asked, locking his eyes with hers.

Like in a trance, Chaerin rapidly nodded before being pushed into the house behind her. The loud music and laughter suddenly disappeared as she began to turn around.

A bunch of men, maybe around thirty, were staring at her. Most of them had a worried or confused look on them, while others just hungrily mustered her body.

Chaerin laughed nervously before looking around. Everything was written in japanese, so she couldn't find the bathroom. It took her a couple of seconds before spotting the sign and quickly excusing herself.

Luckily, that mysterious guy walked right past the pub that Chaerin was rudely pushed into and continued looking for his suspect.

He walked right past the corner, before a fist hit his face, causing him to immediately pull out a knife.

He pushed his arm forward, missing Seungcheol's lower body by an inch before his hand got twisted. The knife fell down on the ground, while the owner was trapped in a tight, painful grip whining for mercy.

"Who the fuck are you ?" Seungcheol gritted through his teeth as pushed that man against the cold bricks of a house.

Beside whines, sighs and grunts, nothing came out of that man's mouth.

Seungcheol had enough, he didn't like being spyed on and certainly not being attacked by a stranger. He didn't hesitate long before pulling the man's scarf off of his face.

His eyes widened in shock before loosening his grip.

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Chaerin was sitting on a dirty, rusty toilet, her knees propped up to support her arms as she dialed the same number for the 100th time.

"Please pick up" She sighed, tipping nervously on her knee.

Mingyu hasn't picked up the phone for over an hour now and frankly, Chaerin began worrying if something might have happened to him.

Perhaps, something related to this.

Chaerin thought for a moment, her fingers pinching skin in between her eyes. The only person she could call right now, was probably the dumbest decision a mafia boss has ever made.

But when you're drowning, you reach for every straw.

"Hello. Miss Yoon." Wonwoo answered, his voice monotone as always.

A wave of relieve flushed through Chaerin's body "Hello Wonwoo, I need you right now."

Wonwoo was at home, sitting in front of his computer, programming a new work system for Chaerin's organisation. By his boss's latest request, he tilted his head and drew his eyebrows together.

"Miss, I distance myself from any sexual activity with you." Wonwoo stated.

Chaerin groaned eye rolling :" Not like that, i need you to do me a favor."