𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ↞ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒

"Set up a meeting with group three," the much older male grunted lowly, clearing his throat as if to finish the conversation so abruptly.

"Yes, sir."

It took only a few minutes for what seemed to be group three making their way through the doors with their hands in fists by their sides, their eyes glaring around the room at one another as each of them entered. Each of them stood behind their chair patiently, a smug look on their face whilst they stared at the chair at the end of the table - one end was already occupied by the boss, of course. They waited only a moment longer to see the dark haired boy strolling in with his one hand stuffed into his pocket, his other reaching out to grip the chair in front of him.

"Needing our help, I see?" he sniggered, glaring around the room to stare at the many members surrounding the table. "Is it worth our time?"

"Why don't you listen to what I have to say first?"

"Hm," he hummed, lifting his hand from his pocket to rub his palm against his, now sweaty, neck, "we're already behind schedule, will you be taking up much of our time?"

"Just sit down and cooperate with me," the boss let out a low growl, urging the boys to take their seats around the table. The dark haired boy was the last to take his seat, his eyes heavily glaring at his members in such disappointment.

"Are you scared of my father?" he chuckled, pouting childishly as if mimicking their tame attitudes.

"Chan," the boss' final word was spoken as if it was an order - although he spoke only of a name, his tone was aggressive and, with that, Chan pulled back his seat and made himself comfortable, lifting up the wine glass into his hand to raise his glass to his father.

"What have we got now? Something interesting, I hope," he let a quiet chuckle fall from his lips, taking the first sip of the wine sloshing around in his glass.

"We'll get to that," he began to stack up his papers one by one, pushing them aside with his hands now locked together and sat on the table before him. "Wouldn't you mind showing me to Dohyun?"

Chan's eyes widened at the sudden calling of the familiar name, almost choking on his drink as he set the glass down onto the table once more. "Sorry?" he cleared his throat, gulping at the fear of his father's response.

"Dohyun," he repeated the awful name, his teeth gritting just at the sound, "where is he?"

"Sir-" Bambam spoke up but was quickly interrupted by Chan's abrupt response.

"You didn't have a chance to talk to him?" he tutted, shaking his head with his eyes still focused on the red wine in his glass. "Well, I told you to make your move quickly, didn't I?"

"Answer my question-"

"He's not here. Not anymore," the inside of his cheek was now being bitten between his teeth, his eyes teary as if scared to blink - how would his father react? "Did you assign anyone to keep an eye on him? If you're going to blame someone, blame your terrible planning-"

"Enough!" his tone was rougher than expected, and Chan simply sat back in his chair with no objection. "You had one job, it was easy enough, wasn't it?"

"It would be easier if he cooperated with us. Keeping him here was going to change nothing. We needed to take action, it was pointless standing around questioning him."

Chan stared around the room, waiting for someone, at least Bambam, to stand beside him and agree. But, no one did. They stared down shamelessly, refraining from meeting his eyes.

"You're supposed to be a leader, aren't you?" the boss grinned, slamming his hand down onto the table, "when I give you an objective, you stick to it! You don't let them walk away so freely! Do you understand?"