It's like a deep tunnel. You cannot turn back because it's too steep. There is no turning back. You keep going in. The darkness becomes your friend and you fall in love with loneliness. Darker thoughts are no more alien to you. All you want is to en...
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We entered the building. It is the 5-star hotel in our town, the Hotel Minerva. The owner of the hotel is Wang Son. His name is the most famous in the whole country. He is one of the top investors in the educational system of the country. He has a chain of bookstores all around the country. He also owns about 5 resort islands around the country. This is the white face of Wang Son. Behind the white curtains is his devil face that everyone is scared of. Nobody knows where he came from but he has a trail of dead bodies, ruined families, spoilt childhood, and broken people behind him. His funding to the educational system comes from the drugs that are sold to the youth all around the country. Behind the chain of bookstores is his bookkeeping of all the betting and gambling. He is the reason that will make South Korea a bigger gambling hub than Los Angeles.
His 5 resort islands provide the best of the prostitution services. The arms dealing and drug smuggling all go on through these islands. Be it police, be his army, he has his men everywhere. He has acquired all this in a fraction of a decade. And the worst part, nobody has seen the face of this bastard. He only has a few of the higher-ups. These higher-ups live among us, do his dirty work, but never disclose their true identity. It's like he is a ghost and so are his men. You can't catch someone you can't see. I feel a shiver down my spine after looking at the hotel. Is Kyungsoo trapped with him? Is he one of his men? What if he was kidnapped and slaved here?
I feel Suga's cold hand at the small of my back, sliding up and down slowly. He whispered, "I'm here love. Let's go." We entered the long corridor, commissionaires standing along the way at equal distance welcoming us inside. The floors were shimmering marble and as if their own gloss wasn't enough, a huge chandelier hung at the center of this corridor. We followed through and entered the large ballroom. The room would have a capacity to hold more than 1000 people. Servers were strolling along with the guests with large trays of drinks and snacks offering the guests. People were chattering and greeting each other all around. I have never seen anything or a place like this ever in my life.
Of course, I was busy taking care of my brother, but life was not easy when my mother was alive either. My father was a bad parent, a poor husband, and a filthy man. I don't remember him looking at my mother with any affection. As long as I remember, she was out working or with her boyfriend. My father had caught her cheating or let us say escaping his clutches a few times. I never found my mother guilty, at all. Till her death she was with the same man. He was great, loving, caring, and had an aura of dominance. But, he never once came to our house or tried to take us away from my father. I never understood why.
Amidst my thoughts, we walked further in, there was a band singing and playing soft music. Some of the glorified people that I expect to be some high-status celebrities or businessmen were dancing along with the hymn. Each and every man looked like he was here for a powerful demonstration and with women in expensive clothes and jewelry looked more like assets and less like their love for life. I scoffed internally at the fakeness of this crowd.
