"Yeah, I was like, 'Seungkwan, stop kicking Vernon!' then I tried to hold him back but he kept reaching his leg to him."
"Hahaha! Wait, Seungkwan is Vernon's boss, right?"
"No no no. It's the other way. Vernon's a capo, Seungkwan's the counselor."
"Then the underboss is stopping a counselor from hitting his boss?"
"Correct. We were always like that."
"Sounds fun."
I looked at Wonwoo who took a sip of tequila.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing. Hmm. Have you ever considered joining the mafia?"
"I told you before, I will live the remaining part of my life in behalf of my late sunbae. As a detective."
"You should start discovering what you want in life."
"How about you, Mingyu? What do you want?"
"I want father to notice me more than his useless biological son. I'll be the next mafia boss."
"You should start discovering what you want in life and stop competing with someone else."
"Heyy."
"I just threw your words back at you."
I tossed the potato wedge to his face. He picked it up and threw it back to me. I laughed as I wipe the salt off his face.
I can feel his breath on my cheek and he said
"Well, I'm on duty tomorrow. Gotta go." And he stood up.
"I'll send you home."
"No need. I'll take the bus. You also ask someone to drive for you, okay?"
"Yup. Take care."
He nodded and walked away. But then he stopped and called
"Mingyu."
"Yup?"
"Tomorrow, what's the plan?"
"My place. Go there whenever you're on avail."
"Got it."
I thought he wouldn't ask. Glad that he also wants to see me again. We've been meeting sooo frequently and I never get tired of his company. If only we could go home to our own home. What a good life it is.
What a good life it really is. The next day, father called me personally in my office. He literally came to see me, to tell me to go to his office.
As soon as I have finished with my work, I went to his office right away that I left my purse.
"I'm here."
"Sit down, Mingyu."
I did and he walked towards me. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Mingyu. You know how proud I am of you. You grew strong, you are intelligent, you are well-respected and can lead smoothly. You are ready."
"Father, what is it?"
"I am retiring soon." He brought out his silver pistol, took my hand, and placed it. "Mingyu, I want you to be the mafia boss. You deserve it."
I looked at the gun on my hand, the gun with 'SS' on it. The one gun that can shows how great I am. The gun that symbolizes father's recognition. But
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. You have already proven yourself long ago."
"Tha..thank you, father."
I told him I am happy and honored. But when I received the pistol, Wonwoo's image flashed before me. I wanted this, right? I always wanted father to notice me.
Why am I thinking of Wonwoo now?
I went home and saw my lights are opened. I readied my gun, but I accidentally took the SS pistol instead. I unlocked my door and saw another pair of shoes in the entrance. Right, these are Wonwoo's.
It feels good to go home knowing he's waiting, but my chest feels heavy. I'm not ready to tell him the news yet. I don't want him to be sad or worried.
But, luckily I guess, Wonwoo said he's happy to hear that I'm going to be the next mafia boss. Either it's okay for him if we split up, or he has no idea how it's going to be bad when we're still together.
