Black Market {Kaisoo}

Part 1 Chapter:2

Kyungsoo's Apartment
10-17-15
3:45 PM
So not everything I do is completely illegal. In fact, I'm actually pretty normal, despite the small collection of 'weapons' I have in my apartment for safety reasons. I have been trying to keep my profile with the outside, average world on the low for what seems like forever.

"Would you stop," I whisper to the black cat that always jumps through the window and in to the apartment after it eats wherever it belongs. It was really thin but always seemed to be kind, although its first appearance wasn't the best.

I could hear the light sound of the TV coming from the living room as I sat in my room, counting money from last week and the extra cut B gave me from when I got the extra cash from that asshole. He hasn't spoken to me since I talked to him in person three days ago, which is weird since usually I get an update from him somehow, daily.

The curtains were swaying in the wind as the air flew between the fabric, tossing it side to side and the cat left, a black tail whipping in the breeze. The apartment was cold but I never really seemed to care about the temperature.

"Seoul drug scandals are main concern for us-" the television was never up to loud but it was always on, just incase anyone ever looked in the window to see what I was doing. Creepy, I know but when you work in this business, anything can happen. The voice continued to speak,"we are trying our best to uncover the companies or organizations spreading the narcotics."

Shit.

This was the last thing we needed at this point, you know, to be found out. I cannot go to prison. But I knew exactly what this meant, I was being sent out no matter what I had to say about it. There was no choice or negotiation, this was war.

Base
10-17-15
11:13 PM
"Do you need me to repeat myself?" I really didn't like how Sehun was speaking to me, wasn't I supposed to be the one in charge? Honestly, I felt kind of bad for him in the long run. He was practically brought up in this world. I mean, the kid was always smoking and constantly trying to slap any girl's ass that happened to waltz by. Not to mention that he also was extremely attractive so he also got whatever he wanted out of them. Manipulative? I'd say.

"No, but let me get this straight. I am going to a party tomorrow night and I need to meet with-what is his name again?"

"His name is Kim Junmyeon but don't ever refer to him like that, it is Suho to you." He turns back around to sit on a rack underneath a dusty shelf, old inventory stashed up in the bindings of the walls. His fingers wrap around a small box of cigarettes and he lights one, the orange glow becoming the brightest light in the basement.

"Okay, so I go up to him-"

"Don't make eye contact with any of the other guys around him, your eyes make you look like a fucking baby owl so look down."

"Thanks," I roll my 'owl-like' eyes and glare at him as the grey smoke begins to pour from his lungs,"so I say what to him?"

"Say that you are interested in helping him out or something. I don't know, seem casual about it."

"Okay so what happens after that?"

"Either he lets you in or kills you because he knows that you already are aware of too many of the circumstances." The way he shrugs so carelessly makes me want to slap him and let his mother see him now, decked out in black, smoking next to pounds of drugs and god knows what else.

"Great." I sigh and he walks in to the storage room, racks of guns hanging silently, just waiting for their next victim,"but I will give you this just in case."

"I thought B said he didn't want me to carry one with me."

"Kill or be killed my friend," he throws a small one at me and I move away quickly before it hits the ground with a clang that almost sounds like it went off.