SkyDive (Kim Himchan)

Part 2

Hayan had heard stories of Kim Himchan, the mafia king of the city. The ruthless, merciless man that only took care of his team. She had heard so many stories and here he was standing in front of her. All the stories seemed to leave out one crucial detail, they left out how ethereal he looked.

With olive skin, slicked back, dark brown hair and large brown eyes, he looked like a piece of art. Hayan would've said something about it if he wasn't a mafia leader and she wasn't terrified.

The barrel of the stranger's gun was now pressed into the small of her back as she sobbed quietly. "Jongup put the gun down. It's not necessary, she's terrified." A tall, slender man with curly hair said. "But she's pretty when she's scared." Jongup said, his name now revealed to Hayan.

Considering Hayan was probably about to die, she decided to speak. " Don't worry, Jongup. I'll be terrified either way." She choked out through sobs, causing the others in the room to laugh. Himchan looked at Hayan with an interested face.

"Jongup, put the gun down." Himchan spoke and Hayan felt the gun leave her lower back. Himchan approached her and she flinched as he raised his hand. He took note of her reaction and put his hand back down.

" I do a lot of bad things, I kill, I sell drugs, I sell guns, but my mother did raise me right. I'd never hit a woman."  Himchan leaned down and whispered in her ear. A shudder went up her spine, yet Hayan felt slightly at ease.

Himchan reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He handed it to Hayan before explaining. "Dry your tears, I'm not going to kill you." He said and Hayan hiccupped while wiping her face. "Why?" She asked before looking at the other men around her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Himchan asked, Hayan cocked an eyebrow in confusion and shook her head before answering. "Hayan."  Himchan smiled at her answer.

" Hayan, means  to be pure. I wonder if she is."  Himchan thought to himself before grabbing two wooden chairs for them to sit in. Himchan sat across from her with about an inch of space inbetween their knees. "Where do you live, Hayan?" He asked, looking her in the eye. She was confused as to why he wanted to know, but found his eyes extremely more comforting than Jongup's, so she told him. "You live in the bad part of town. Do you have any family?" He asked and Hayan's eyes fell to the floor. "Look at me." Himchan's voice grew stern, making Hayan's gaze immediately divert back to his.

"You're all alone, aren't you?"  He asked and Hayan felt exposed. It felt as if she needed a extra layer to cover all the information he uncovered with three questions. She had just met this man, a mafia leader, and he knew her life. Hayan's mind started working in overdrive.

All the tranquil feelings left her body and her cold hands started to shake. Tears flew down her cheeks faster than her heart could beat. Yet, Hayan couldn't bring herself to look at the man she was scared of.

"I already told you that I wasn't going to kill you. Now why are you crying?" He asked before taking the handkerchief from her shaking hands. Before she could answer, his large hand cupped her cheek while the other wiped the tears away with the handkerchief. The way his gaze locked with hers made her struggle to find the words she was looking for.

" You say you won't kill me, but I've seen one of your hideouts. I've seen your men. So you not killing me probably means something worse is in store for me."  She said and Himchan looked back to the man with the curly hair. "Yongguk, did she tell the truth about her home and herself?" Himchan asked and then Yongguk checked his phone.

"Youngjae searched her, everything came up clear. No lies. No family, no job, barely any money in her bank account and not enough to cover rent or her car payment." Yongguk said and showed Himchan the information on his screen. "Good, did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Himchan questioned further, leaving Hayan incredibly confused and scared. "Yes sir. I did. Here."  Yongguk handed Himchan a red envelope with a black stamp on it.

"Hayan, you helped my idiot of a colleague escape. It might not have been your choice, but you did it. Going to the police wouldn't be of your best interest because you won't earn money from it. Keeping this quiet, will. In this envelope is a forty thousand dollar check. It's yours." Himchan said and Hayan gasped. That was more money than anyone had ever given her, or she had ever seen.

Himchan handed her the envelope and she looked at it resting in her hands. The little black stamp was shaped like a bunny and ran her thumb over it. Forty thousand dollars, now in her hands.

"Use it to pay any bills and your rent. Also get a job, someone like you shouldn't waste away. My man, Junhong will drive you home. Your car will be returned within two days. I'll visit you in two weeks to see if you followed my advice." Himchan said and paused for a moment. He leaned forward and brushed a stray hair out of Hayan's face.

Hayan's emotions were a mess and she didn't no wether to say thank you or ask him if healways was that kind. She also didn't know if it was normal to find comfort in a criminals touch.

"I'll do my best to find a job. Though I don't know why you're being so kind to me, or if you want something from me later on. But I'll except this, thank you." Hayan said and glanced down at the envelope. "I don't do this normally, but I want to give you a phone number. If you are ever in trouble, call it and someone will help you." He said and took a card from his pocket.

"Junhong, take Ms. Hayan home." Himchan said and gestured towards a blonde young man. "Yes, sir!"  Junhong said with a friendly smile. The friendly man stuck out his hand and helped Hayan out of her chair. Himchan pulled Junhong towards him and whispered something inaudible for Hayan.

"When you get to her place, check out the area and gather some names of the people in her building." Himchan whispered and Junhong nodded. Hayan stared at the men, slightly bewilderd before Junhong escorted her out of the building and to his car. Himchan watched them leave and sighed to himself. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to it's owner.

" That was different. We've never given anyone hush money before." Yongguk said and Himchan chuckled to himself. "I must have a weak spot for pretty girls who cry." The leader said with a half-hearted smile. "Ah, you see I'd believe you, but I've known you too long. You like her." Yongguk said mockingly. "You're lucky I've known you so long, Yongguk." Himchan said and smiled as thoughts of the female entered his brain.