Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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Later that evening, as I stepped out of the shower, steam lingering in the air, I grabbed a towel, drying my hair and wrapping it around my waist. The day's events, the mess that seemed to be piling up, weighed heavy on my mind. The last thing I wanted was to see Seonghwa and San again, but here I was, standing around my apartment, waiting for their inevitable arrival.
I hated this feeling—the heaviness that settled in when I was around San, his piercing gaze that felt like it could peel back every layer, stripping me bare to find even the smallest flaw he could exploit. There was something about him that felt suffocating, like he was capable of bending any space he entered to his will.
I ran a hand through my damp hair, trying to shake off that unease, when the door creaked open without a knock, and I felt irritation surge. Of course, they'd walk right in without even bothering to announce themselves.
"Don't you knock?" I said, turning to face them, my tone colder than the evening air creeping in. "I could have been naked, and then Choi San himself might start blushing," I added, sarcasm dripping from my voice as I crossed my arms.
Seonghwa smirked, his gaze flicking over me with that familiar, cocky confidence as he leaned against the doorframe. "If San were capable of blushing, I'd say that'd be a sight worth seeing," he shot back, that amused gleam in his eye not budging an inch.
San, standing just behind him, let the ghost of a smile flicker across his face, barely noticeable, before his expression turned steely again. He stepped forward, his gaze as unreadable as always, though something in his eyes sharpened. "Somehow, I doubt anything you have to offer would manage that," he replied, his voice calm, precise, with that cold detachment that grated on every nerve.
I rolled my eyes, stepping back slightly, letting the irritation simmer in my veins as I tossed the towel over the back of a chair. "So what is it, then? You wanted information; you're here to get it, right? So let's not drag this out longer than necessary."
Seonghwa's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression as he took a step forward, folding his arms over his chest. "Believe me, Wooyoung, we're not here to waste time. But let's not act like we barged in uninvited. You're the one who asked us here, so let's get to the point."
I clenched my jaw, holding my ground but keeping my face neutral. "You did barged in but fine. Let's get this over with. But make no mistake—after tonight, we're done. I don't want to keep playing these games with the two of you."
San nodded, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with that intense, calculating stare. "We can agree on that, Wooyoung. Now, tell us what we need to know."
"Relax," I muttered, catching San's piercing gaze as I turned toward my bedroom. "Stop looking at me like that. Let me get dressed."
I stepped into my room, grabbing a pair of shorts and slipping into them, then snatching a T-shirt from the closet. As I pulled it over my head and walked back out, I caught Seonghwa's eyes wandering around, taking in my place with a look that bordered on appraisal.
