•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Chaerin leaned over Yeosang's shoulder to peer at his computer screen, her breath tickling his neck. One side of her hair was much longer, it's original length, but there was a large chunk that was extremely short.
Yeosang was focusing on the screen in front of him, files and files being made under the website he and Mingi had formed. It was, of course, secured against the government.
As of now, he was busy making files on all the crimes the government had done under just his leadership. Unfortunately it was a shit more than he had realized.
"Sangie," Chaerin said, "don't forget the infiltration of the East Side Clinic."
Yeosang nodded and added the incident where the government had gone into a clinic holding low class people who couldn't afford medical attention, and had murdered them all.
It had been already hours, and there were still tons of files to go.
"Chaerin," Yunho said as he entered the room, Chaerin standing up.
"Yeah hoe," she smiled, Yeosang grinning at the slight tease.
"Mingi and I are willing to help cut your hair to even it," he said, "and if you don't trust us we can spend your money and get it done professionally."
Yeosang hummed, his eyes still glued to the screen in front of him.
"Let them cut it," he said, "it'll be entertaining for the rest of us."
Chaerin sighed and turned towards her brother's best friend.
"Fine you and Mingi can cut it," she said, Yunho breaking out in a smile, "but if you fuck up I will cut your heads off."
Yunho's smile faded as he watched Chaerin push past him and out of Yeosang's room.
"Kidding."
Yunho smiled once again and bounded after her, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the hallway.
Yeosang in the meanwhile continued working, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he tried his best to get every single mistake that government made into this file.
That was until he saw a certain file.
Song/Kang Song Mingi and Kang Yeosang
Yeosang paused seeing the first two names. Why was there a government file with Mingi's name?
He continued to read.
8/9/16 Government intervention with Lab #49, Song Mingi change of rank incident. -low class-> President.
8/12/16 Mafia intervention with Trainee Kang Yeosang (#1068) Switch of Rank -Low Class->President
Yeosang leaned back from his desk.
Frankly, he was shocked. Not only that Mingi was supposed to be the President, Yeosang was supposed to be low class.
Intervention changed this.
Mingi might've not had to been poor and struggling, Yeosang could've taken his place.
How many other cases did the Government intervene with?
"Yeosang?"
He looked up and saw Chaerin, her smile catching him out of his faze. Her hair was now just above her shoulders, bluntly cut and was straight.
"What do you think?"
Yeosang smiled and closed his tab.
"Looks good."
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