JK : get the hell away away from me!
This is all your fault! If only I hadn't taken your advice, I wouldn't have been in this situation.
Th : Jungko-
*Slap*
(─.─||）(─.─||） Beginning (to Mid) of December (13th) - Noon (Weekend) - Seoul - Somewhere Club
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Third Person POV
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The men waited and waited, they had no idea who they were waiting for: except the boss of course, but they were getting tired of it.
The captain was about to speak to the boss, but the opening of the doors caught his attention. He swiftly returned to his seat to see what unfolds. He wasn’t sure whether the person that appeared was who they were waiting for, but it was soon confirmed when the person walked over to the man in custody.
He told his men to get ready but to hold on till he gives the command. The man in custody was wearing a wire, so they didn’t have to worry about hearing what was being said.
“How did it go?” Kang Miran asked, sipping her drink in the process.
“It went, haywire.” the man honestly said. He had been given a briefing on how his ‘job’ went, and he felt disappointed in himself.
He remembered his son, who died in a gun showdown with an enemy of his. The innocent boy lost his life for something he wasn’t involved in. That made the man feel sick to his stomach that he hurt an innocent child in a showdown that they weren’t involved in.
“What?!” Miran roared in anger. How could the job go haywire?
“What happened?” she asked carefully. She could see the man’s restless eyes and how nervous he seemed.
“It wasn’t him that got hurt but rather his child. A child!” the man whisper-yelled.
“Okay, first off, slow down; you’re spitting in my face. Secondly, so what? I didn’t like her anyway, and now you just have to hurt him too.” Miran nonchalantly said.
All the men listening in were left in utter shock. How could a person be so heartless? How?
The man sitting next to her felt like throwing up but knew he needed to keep going so they’d have enough evidence against her.
“But the police, they’re investigating. There were so many policemen on scene,” he said.
“Well, who cares? Eventually, they’ll forget about it. Make sure you do the job right this time. If not, I won’t pay you. Do it right. I’m not paying you to lounge around. I’m paying you to hurt and get rid of them. Now, I'm leaving. You ruined the celebration. I’m going to go wait for my Kook.” She remarked as she stood up, gathering her cheap bag to go.
“Wait!” the man shouted out reflexively. “Wh-what about the cops?” he asked, unsure of how to prevent her from leaving.
“Figure it out on your own; I'm not involved in your failure. I can never be suspected. Don’t you know who I am?” she declared, ready to head out any second.
