Blood, Sweat And Tears

Part Four

             Jungkook spent all his time in the lavish manor, but never being allowed to leave.
             Everything he wanted was brought to him. Clothes, food,entertainment, everything. Everything except freedom to leave the mansion.
                He saw Jeongin and Juhyun regularly. They were very nice people, but the same thing was denied him over and over again. Jeongin and Juhyun were sympathetic,  though. They brought him as far as they could bring him to the outside world, and snuck in some entertainment devices he couldn't have to him. They even gave him his phone back, though all his contacts were wiped clean and all his ways of communication with the outside world were cut off.
            Still, never once did he see Kim Taehyung. No one talked of him, not even Jeongin and Juhyun. When he asked they'd say they couldn't reply.
                It was as if he'd just . . .vanished.
              " Jungkook."
             A new figure entered the room. It wasn't Jeongin or Juhyun. This new person seemed slightly older than Jungkook, with brightly coloured honey gold hair and a cheerful smile reminiscent of Jeongin's.
               " Uh . . .hello?" Jungkook said,unsure as to how to greet the cheerful, blonde man.
                 "My name's Jung Hoseok. I'm Boss's right hand man. He asked me to bring you to him."
                 "Why?" Jungkook got to his feet. Hoseok seemed likable enough, but he was part of a drug cartel. Appearances were decieving. Kim Taehyung was an example. He didn't look like a drug lord yet he was one.
             Essentially the only people he even trusted a bit was Juhyun and Jeongin.
             "I'd say,but it's nicer as a surprise. Oh,and it's a nice one. You'll like it, since Boss's in a good mood."
            " Why would I care if the boss is in a good mood?" Jungkook said with a boldness he didn't know he had.
            Hoseok just grinned.  "If Boss's in a good mood, less people will die. Also, you'll be treated much nicely. "
           Jungkook considered his options. In the end,he chose to follow Hoseok. Besides, he was curious. What could Kim Taehyung have possibly planned?
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            Yiren entered her fathers' waiting room solo.
             Her long dark hair blocked most of her face as she lowered her head to enter. She was suddenly nervous. Her parents tried to shield her from most of the cartel's bloodied activities, but she still managed to experience them. Her nerves were something she could usually control,but not now.
             A young man her age stood in the minimally  decorated room. He was very handsome but he didn't seem Chinese. Korean,perhaps. He could be from the place in Korea her fathers wanted to send her to.
               " Hello," he said in perfect Chinese, without an accent to give away where he was from. He was dressed richly in Fendi clothing. His hair had been dyed a dark ashy brown blonde. " My name is Hwang Hyunjin."
           Korean, then.
           "Mine is Wang Yiren, but I suspect you already know."
            Hyunjin's face didn't waver."I do. Your parents have arranged for you to stay as long as needed on my family's estate,though I suspect you already know."
              Yiren couldn't help but let the barest hint of a smile creep across her face. She liked him already. At least he would be someone with brains,instead of a mindless pretty boy.
           " That I do."
           "It would be advisible to leave by tonight,latest tomorrow. Your friend Sicheng is already prepared. Can you pack everything by nine? "  Hyunjin's eyes flitted up to the clock, as did Yiren's.
             Four o'clock. Five hours. Plenty of time to pack her belongings. She didn't really keep that much anyway.
                "Possibly."
                Hyunjin's face cracked into the barest hint of a smile. It changed his face completely. She wondered how he would look like with a full smile.
               "That'll suffice. Once you're done meet me at the hangar." With that, he strolled out of the back door.
             Yiren wiped the smile off her face and went back to her fathers.
              Jackson stood up as she came out. " What did he say?"
              "Pack and meet him at the hangar by nine ."
              "Just five hours . . ." Mark muttered. He crossed the room and shakily embraced Yiren. Her eyes moistened. It might potentially be the last time she ever saw her fathers. Sometimes she wished they were a regular family, not one that ran a cartel. But if they didn't, she wouldn't have been adopted.
              And that had been the most beautiful moment of her life. She'd never trade it for anything.
             " Papa, appa, promise me one thing,"she muttered.
             " What is it?" Jackson said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. " Say it and it's yours."
            " I want you to promise me that I'll be able to see you safe and sound after this war's over still as the head of the cartel."
            Jackson and Mark exchanged looks. They both knew it might not be achievable. But that was what they wanted.
            What Yiren wanted. And Jackson had said that whatever she wanted would be granted.
              " Promise. "