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Past two days were a hectic mess for Daechul and his men. At first, it seemed as if the planning of a simple party would be a piece of cake, however, it proved to be a meticulous process. Sunmi was the one assigned to keep track of the guest lists, and because of her non existing friendly aura, she had a hard time making friends. Jongil was entrusted to recruit and personally train more men as Daechul thought that there just weren't enough good fighters in their possession, and the responsibility of that made Jongil constantly angry and frustrated. Although it indeed was a stressful process, both Sunmi and Jongil were doing their job just fine. By the end of the second day, their guest list contained about a hundred people, and their new fifteen skilled fighters, ready to work.
Daechul, as he would say with a frown, had the easiest job. He, and his gang were working at the Go mansion, trying to polish the place as best as they could. Both the exterior and the interior required a lot of work, given that the place was massive, and unkempt for a few weeks.
As soon as his family found out about Daechul's plans, after a great disapproval about how dangerous this whole thing was, everyone was ready to help. Minsoo, Junghyun, Kimoon, Eunsang and his three Seoul buddies were personally cleaning the house, insisting that hiring more maids would just attract more unwanted attention, and Daechul agreed with that. In order to succeed, they had to be quiet about it. He wanted people to talk, but do it quietly. The least that they could have needed was police or other less known, smaller gangs trying to ruin the plan.
The Busan police and Hyun mafia always were certified enemies, equally hating each other. Police tried to get every man responsible into jail, but each time they tried, were unsuccessful because of the lack of the evidence. That angered the officers greatly, knowing what crimes the Hyun mafia was responsible for, but unable to punish them for it. That's why they had to be extremely careful to not attract their attention. Even if the party was technically a legal gathering, that wouldn't stop a few particularly nosy officers to show and investigate, ruining the mission in the result. Daechul couldn't let that happen.
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The morning of the party, Daechul called another meeting, this time containing all his men, involved in the mission. They had it outside, as the mass of the men (and Sunmi, of course), was way too large to fit into one of the meeting rooms.
The morning was gloomy, with mist wrapped on the edges of the trees and dark, heavy clouds slowly stretching through the sky. It was a given, that the rain was inevitable. Nature, however, was completely silent. Not a sound permeated the air, and not even a gust of wind kissed their faces. As if the time had stopped just for them, feeling the tense and serious atmosphere.
As soon as everyone was gathered, Daechul stepped forward. He cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention.
"Good morning. I will not be keeping you for long. Today is a tremendously important day for all of us. Perhaps, the most important to date. I want you all to be on your best behavior, and do things according to instructions, which you already heard yesterday. No playing alone will be tolerated. Do not try to be heroes and do something without informing me. I expect obedience. All emotions that you are feeling right now must be tossed aside."
Daechul carefully made eye contact with each of his men, as if trying to analyse whether they were cut for the job.
"Meeting here at five o'clock sharp. Do not be late. Dismissed."
As soon as the last word left Daechul's lips, men were scrambling to do what they were previously doing before Daechul called for them.
No one wanted to anger their boss, as it was obvious that today of all days he will not be forgiving if someone were to go against him.
When the yard was empty, save for his most trusted people, Daechul exhaled, and fished a cigarette out of his jeans pocket, keeping in mind the almost empty box.
"Good speech, Chul. Almost made me shiver", said Ilsung, as everyone was gathering closer.
Jongil chuckled and lit up a cigarette too.
"Give me one, too", demanded Sunmi, inching closer to Jongil.
The man sighed in annoyance.
"Didn't know you smoke."
Sunmi shrugged her shoulders, taking the nicotine stick of Jongil's outstretched hand.
"Well, now you know", after lighting it up, the girl stayed silent, as did everyone else, staring before themselves and preparing for the night.
"Are you nervous?" wondered Jinwoo, asking no one in particular.
Kimoon laughed.
"I should be asking you three this one. After all, as far as I'm aware, none of you did something like this."
Kangmin nodded in agreement.
"We didn't, that's true. But in a sense, I am excited. You can go ahead and call that naivety and I won't be offended. I don't know what to expect, and I should if I'm going to do this, but I don't because of my lack of experience."
Kimoon hummed in thought.
"Sometimes naivety can be rewarding. I think you all will be just fine. Just like we talked, me and Eunsang will be with you at all times."
Ilsung, Kangmin and Jinwoo nodded with small grins on their faces, feeling relieved.
"Alright, now I'm hungry", declared Eunsang, making everyone chuckle.
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Eunsang didn't stop whining, so the group decided to find a cozy place in the city to eat. They settled on a small restaurant in the heart of Busan, called some kind of french fancy name that Daechul didn't even bother pronouncing. The decor was artistic, with dainty little details scattered around in order to resemble France. Traditional french music was quietly playing in the background.
The group found a big mahogany table, fit for eight people, and sat down.
The waitress was with them shortly, and after distributing the menus, she was off once again.
The men and Sunmi were quick to choose their meals and make small talk. Despite Daechul being a boss, everyone was close with him to the point where they just thought of themselves as friends. Daechul wasn't the type to be a gruff, despotic leader, because trust of his people was vital in succeeding.
The breakfast was eaten silently, without unnecessary talks between bites of food, which really was delicious. Daechul figured that the group was scared and intimidated enough to keep quiet and don't disturb the atmosphere.
The man completely understood that feeling, because he too, was scared shit less.
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After a filling breakfast, Daechul ordered everyone to go home and rest, because the job that was awaiting them was far from being calm and relaxed.
He too, was planning to sleep for a few hours, as even though his wound was healing properly, it still was painful enough to tire him fast. Daechul would need all the energy, if he wanted tonight to turn out successful.
Sunmi, Eunsang and Jongil went their own ways, while Daechul, Kimoon, Kangmin, Ilsung and Jinwoo headed to the Won mansion.
Surprisingly, the house was eerily quiet. Not even the maids were around. However, Daechul wasn't concerned with that too much, figuring that there was a reasonable explanation for that.
What did attract his attention, however, were a series of very familiar laughs, followed by a deep, manly voice that he surely did not hear before. The man was curious enough to go and investigate.
After his friends bid their goodbyes, the man turned to the living room, where the sounds were coming from.
In the Won spacious and luxurious living room, Daechul found two men watching some kind of show playing on a massive TV and laughing. One of them was Minsoo, leaning on the other trying to support himself because of the infectious giggles, leaving his plump lips.
The other man was tall and lanky, sporting broad shoulders and long legs. He had light brown hair and sort of square mouth when he smiled. The man was currently hugging Minsoo by the waist, while the two chuckled.
"Oh God, I needed this", said Minsoo, when their giggles died down.
The unknown man suddenly turned serious.
"What happened? You still didn't tell me, Moon."
Minsoo shrugged his shoulders, clearly uncomfortable. Daechul decided it was time to make himself known.
He stepped into the room.
"Minsoo?"
The man in question turned around, sliding further from his friend's embrace.
"Daechul, hi."
"You have guests?" asked the man, turning his attention to the brown haired man.
Minsoo nodded with a smile, taking the man's hand.
"This is my best friend, Hansul. He will be going with us tomorrow."
"Hello, nice to meet you", Hansul got up from the sofa to shake hands with Daechul.
"You too", muttered the man,"well, I'll leave you to it," Daechul gestured to the television, and turned to leave, suddenly feeling irritated.
What is this feeling?
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