When Kimoon and Eunsang left the basement, Daechul ordered everyone else to get out too. He felt that Hansul would be more honest when the conversation had stayed between them for the time being. Because now that he knew what kind of person Hansul really was, Daechul just had to make sure that he didn't stay on the opposite side of this war. In situations like this, strategy was the key.
Ilsung, Kangmin and Jinwoo left the space willingly, without asking any questions, whereas Sunmi and Jongil were a little bit less agreeing. Sunmi, being the bold woman that she was, immediately started interrogating Daechul on his reasons to talk with Hansul privately, stating that she did not trust the man one bit. Surprisingly, Jongil had backed up her wording with his own disagreement. And although Daechul appreciated the pair's concern, he stayed with his decision, opting to interrogate Hansul alone.
When both men were finally alone, Daechul leaned back into his chair, yawning, and feigning ignorance too. His next words were serious enough, and although it was his job, Daechul did not wish for Hansul to feel scared. Threatened, yes, but just enough to make him pliant to Daechul's wish.
"Well, Hansul, I am willing to leave you alive, if you comply with what I am telling you next."
Hansul quickly nodded, trying and failing to hide his gulp.
Daechul smirked, satisfied.
"First of all, none of the both, already told information, and things that we will get through next, will leave your mouth in front of Minsoo. Do not dare to tell him any of the things shared in his room. He doesn't have to know that his best friend is a criminal. Fail to commit to that, and you are dead. Understood?"
Contrary to what Daechul expected Hansul's reaction to be, the man started protesting right as the last sentence left the gang leader's mouth.
"What? That's not right, Daechul! I can't lie to him."
Daechul narrowed his eyes, clearly not impressed. He felt a faint anger simmering through his veins of the prospect of Minsoo's mind getting more stained than it already was. He absolutely didn't need to know this information, as it would only make him more heartbroken.
"Don't test me, Hansul. I'm not afraid to keep this promise that I just made", he took out his gun that was hiding in his jeans waistband, and loaded it, diverting it at the dark haired boy.
When Hansul kept silent, Daechul put the gun in its previous place, and continued to say, "Minsoo didn't deserve this betrayal and hurt that would surely hit him after you break the news. For now, this stays with us. Do you understand?", he asked again.
This time, Hansul nodded, parting his lips to voice his agreement.
"Good. Now, this next thing that I'm about to tell you, is a completely new information, that I haven't shared with anyone yet, so you can feel honoured, if you like", Daechul chuckled humorously.
Hansul's facial expression gave away his curiosity, but the man didn't dare to say another word, so Daechul continued.
"Now that I know who you work for, this gave me an idea. Kim Chungee is my most despised enemy, that I have to destroy before he destroys me. Another step, closer than that, is where you come in. In order to know more about his habits, meeting locations, plans, I need a man inside, reporting all those things to me. So, you, my dear Hansul, will be my informant. Your job will be to attend every Kim's gang meeting, keep your eyes peeled, and then report to me afterwards."
Hansul was slowly taking the information in, it seemed, because the man was completely silent, still, and void of emotion. Deachul knew how risky this preposition was, but the man was willing to take that risk in order to kill Chungee. He didn't really care what happened to Hansul, but he was Minsoo's friend, and that was the sole reason of him still being alive and well.
"Okay", Hansul finally uttered. Both men knew that disagreeing would only mean a one way ticket to hell. Although, deep down Daechul was aware that he wouldn't be able to do that, for an only reason, mentioned previously. He briefly wondered if he was getting soft.
"Good. You can go now, just leave your phone number to one of my men. Don't try anything funny. I will be expecting your call in three days at most."
Hansul nodded, stood up, and was out of the room in seconds.
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After the interrogation, Daechul decided to drive back to the party, telling his friends that he wanted to monitor the guests, when in reality, his motive was to see Minsoo again. The man was starting to realise what this meant, and even though he was not keen on admitting those feelings to anyone anytime soon, didn't mean that he was opposed to them completely. At first, Daechul was sternly against these kinds of affairs, fearing they would interfere with his work, but as the time went by and he met Minsoo, he found out just how much of a fool he was. You don't get to dictate your heart. Although he tried, Daechul finally understood that doing that would get him nowhere. The pull towards the pink haired boy was just too strong.
It wasn't love, maybe just attraction, but nevertheless, it held almost as much weight as any other strong emotion would. That's why he was driving towards the literal nightmare of dozens of intoxicated people, rather than relaxing in his room at the Won's house.
The party was in full swing, with couples making out right in the open, on the green grass that Maya herself planted. All kinds of empty alcohol bottles were littering the premises, and a whole lot of body extrements just about everywhere. Daechul reminded himself to hire more cleaners than was previously planned.
He too, was a careless teenager once. When Sungwoon died, Daechul, like many depressed or unhappy people, discovered the benefits and drawbacks that alcohol possesses. It was the first year when his father was killed, that he has gotten smashed drunk more times than he could count, spending nights at shaby places, getting wasted and fucking nameless, faceless girls. That was one of the darkest periods of his life.
Daechul got out of the car and carefully went inside that hell of a house, keeping his eyes open for anything disgusting on his way in.
The people were shameless, openly fucking and grinding, doing drugs on each other's bodies and screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs. If Maya wasn't such a friendly and loved woman in their community, Daechul had no doubt that somebody would have called the cops ages ago. For the first time in his life, he appreciated his mother's chatty and bubbly personality.
Daechul had to use a pretty good amount of strength to row his sturdy body through the crowd. He climbed up the stairs and softly opened his room door, mindful of the possibility that Minsoo was still asleep.
However, the bed was empty. The shoes that Daechul took off Minsoo's feet were still in the room, strewn around carelessly, but the boy himself was nowhere to be found. Daechul checked his bathroom and closet as well, before loudly cursing at the realisation that Minsoo was on the ground floor again. Bare-footed. The dread, however, was not as strong as the need to find the pinkette and get him out of that ungodly mass of people as soon as possible, so Daechul sighed and turned on his heel, on a look out for a certain trouble maker.
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Fortunately for Daechul, his search was short lived, because he saw the man just as he was entering the dance floor. Minsoo was at the center of the mass of people, shaking his body in time with the song, belting the verses together with the singers. Even looking from afar gave the impression that his curvy body was floating, the movements light as those of a feather's, but sinfully sweet.
A huge drunk smile was decorating his flushed face and disheveled hair, and the white top was completely transparent due the sweat his body was producing. Those sinful, black skinny jeans, hugging his long delicious legs like a second skin.
Despite all that, Minsoo still looked as attractive as the first time that Daechul saw him, still mischievous and boisterous as ever. Daechul's heart did a little flip, and he felt like a silly school girl getting her first crush on a ten years older guy. Because seeing him in that light, in those colourful surroundings, Minsoo looked like he fit in, like he belonged there. Consequently, he didn't belong in Daechul's life, but here he was, able to just enter your space and make it his.
A small smile adorned Daechul's lips, one that he simply couldn't control.
Minsoo was elated, even if drunk, and Daechul was not going to jeopardise his happiness with the news of Hansul's true colours.
The man mentally shook his head and started heading towards the dancing pinkette.