SkyDive (Kim Himchan)

Part 7

Hayan put the last of her clothes in the closet and jumped onto her bed. It was a kingsized bed with egyption cotton sheets that smelled like a nice spring day. Aside from living with a mafia leader, it felt like she was in heaven.

She looked over to the box on her dresser, sighing to herself. Hayan promised him she'd tell him about it and she wasn't one to go back on her promises. Grabbing the box she headed out of her room and down the stairs to Himchan's office.

The door was open a crack and it was very bright on the other side. Hayan knocked on the door lightly and clutched back onto the box. "Come in." His deep voice invited her in. She pushed the door open and saw him standing at a large table with floor plans spread out over it.

"Hey." He said, looking up at Hayan and smiling. "Hey. I finished unpacking." She said and he nodded. She placed the box on the table and looked at the floor plans. "Were you busy? Cause I can come back later." Hayan suggested and gestured to the floor plans. "Oh no, that can wait. Just mapping the building for our next deal. But that's boring, I'm more curious as to what's in that box." He said and Hayan sat down next to him. 

"You will probably find this anti-climatic."She said, opening the box. Ï highly doubt it." He said and she showed the contents. There was a tiny locket, a ring and an old photo. Hayan took the items out of the box and handed them to Himchan, who accepted them graciously.

"These were my mom's. I found them after she died. My dad tried hiding them from me and he never figured out I found them." She explained and Himchan frowned. 

"Your dad never should have laid his hands on you. No matter how mad he was, he shouldn't have done it. A real man doesn't hit his children." Himchan spoke with irritation laced into his voice. He cared for her and that was obvious, so the thought of hurting her pissed him off. 

"I guess you're right. I'm at peace with it now though." She confessed to him, confused as to why it frustrated him as much as it did. "If you're not upset with it, I shouldn't be either. On another note, is that you and your mom in this picture?" He asked, trying to change the subject due to Hayan's uncomfortable state. 

"Yes, it's the only picture I have of her. She was so beautiful, she could've been a model." Hayan answered, looking at the picture lovingly. It hurt to speak about her mother, she never fully closed that chapter. Her father being the way he was didn't help, so she never really spoke about it. Yet Himchan she trusted, much to both of their surprise.

"You look like her. You should keep those safe, things things like that you should cherish."He said, placing the objects back in the box. She was surprised at his sentimentality and started questioning what he had been through, yet she decided to wait until she knew him better. She knew better than to pry into a criminal's life.

"Enough about this. Do you want dinner?" He asked and stood up. He extended his hand to her and she took it, a blush coating her cheeks. Himchan lead her down to the kitchen and made her sit on a stool by the kitchen island. 

"What would you like to eat?" He asked and she looked at him in surprise. "You cook?" She asked, a smile gracing her face. Himchan let out a laugh and placed his elbows on the counter. "I'm a great cook. So great, that when we were a smaller gang and lived together, I cooked every night for everyone." He smiled and she looked at him with fascination. He was more human than she thought.