Daechul remained stoic, not at all fazed by Mark's attempt to frazzle him. That was the tactic that Mark always used in his job: threats. He was not an approachable police officer by no means. Daechul was almost certain that if someone were in need of help and saw Mark, they wouldn't dare to refer to him as their saving grace. Mark was selfish, bossy and arrogant. Not exactly the character properties that people would look for when describing a police officer. Maybe that's why Daechul was so fed up with him. Even if he himself wasn't a completely innocent man, he didn't push that narrative onto people as the cop in front of him constantly did.
Daechul chuckled humorously, looking Mark straight to the eye.
"Come on, mister officer, I thought you had a perfect eyesight. Can't you see these two sitting and glaring at each other?" Daechul mockingly asked, always satisfied to make Mark lose his composure.
The officer narrowed his eyes, not at all pleased to see that Daechul was still immune to his tactics. That's how it always went when the two saw each other. Mark would push, Daechul would resist. Raven haired mafia boss learned how to hide his emotions, and how to uncover them to his advantage. Mark was an inconvenience, he was like a fly. Annoying, however, not that much to seriously piss Daechul off. He had far more serious issues than a few police officers.
"There is no need to reprobate my eyesight, Daechul. I can see well. I am just asking what these two are doing in your house. Also, it seems as if you had a lot of fun tonight, if the trash littered everyone you turn your eyes can say anything."
Daechul nodded politely.
"Yes, I did and thank you for asking. It was just a party, nothing illegal", countered Daechul, crossing his hands on his chest, already done with the conversation and unnecessary wordings.
Mark chuckled, seemingly having the time of his life. Well, it has been months since the two last saw each other, so maybe he was.
"Oh, I'm happy for you Daechul. That is legal, you are right. However, I am rather perplexed seeing this room completely run down. Care to tell me why that is?"
Daechul rolled his eyes, barely containing his snarky replies. That wouldn't help him by any means.
"I was gone for about an hour, driving my friend home. When I got back, I found these two right at it, destroying everything in their sight and conversing with their fists", technically, most of the short story was true.
Mark raised his eyebrows, turning his calculating gaze to the two boys quietly sitting on the destroyed bed.
"And who might you be? Name, surname?", asked.
The blond guy raised his head, turning to look at the smirking police officer, fighting to sneak a gaze of Daechul.
"Wang Yujun."
"And you?" he turned to the boy with the bandana.
He cleared his throat.
"Park Hangyeol."
Mark nodded, turning to his colleague, to seemingly tell him to write down those names. The colleague in question was an older, plump man with a balding head. He obediently pulled a small notepad and a pen, scribbling the names down. Mark puffed up with proud smirk, as if happy to show everyone that he was the boss here.
When it was clear that nobody paid attention, he regained his professional composure and turned to the boys once more.
"Alright, boys, now tell me, what happened here?"
Yujun confidently spoke up, already voicing the fake story that he came up with while waiting for the cops.
"It was because of a girl, officer. I was jealous when I saw Wang flirting with her, so I came forward to demand them turn from each other, because I thought that me and her were dating, but Won did not want to do that, so he challenged me to fight. The winner gets to keep her. I admit, I have some anger issues, so I immediately agreed. We went to this room, fearing that if we were to fight outside, someone would see us and call the police. It was only when mister Hyun and friends had got there to stop the fight, did we find out that it was too late, and the officers were on their way."
Daechul remained emotionless, but he felt deeply pleased for Yujun's quick thinking. People like him, violent but quick and intelligent were an essential part to Daechul's business. His men were confident in their abilities and skilled in the field.
Even before Mark had opened his mouth to ask more questions, Hangyeol spoke too.
"While we were waiting for you to show up, Hyun demanded that we pay for the mess that our fight caused, and that was it. When I regained my clear thoughts, every guest was already gone. The girl that we fought for, did not wait for us either. So I would say that the fight was fruitless", he confessed, trying to make himself look devastated and apologetic.Yujun also sculpted his facial expression to look absolutely guilty.
There was no telling if Mark believed the story, but he hummed, scanning the damage.
"Okay, well, unfortunately for you two, I will have to bring you with me to the police department. If what you just said is true, both of you are guilty for a property destruction, and for fighting inside the same property, that is not in your possession. I have you spend a night or two in our cells, and then we will see what to do with you", decided Mark. His words left no room for argument from the two fighters, so they both just nodded, and stood up, ready to go.
With a flick of Mark's wrist, two officers came forward and cuffed the boys, leading them out of the house. When all four were gone, Mark turned to look at Daechul.
"Everytime I see you, you cause ruckus, my friend", he clicked his tongue as a disapproving father.
Daechul tried to look at least a tiny bit regretful as he shrugged his broad shoulders.
"Well, I cannot control the circumstances, officer. I am afraid it's out of my hands."
Mark chuckled.
"Indeed you can, Daechul. Tell me, what really just happened here? Have you killed someone and brought these two to cover for you?"
Daechul scoffed, getting fed up with the taunting.
"Unfortunately I have nothing to say to you, officer, so I believe your job is done here", dismissed.
Mark narrowed his eyes, looking at Daechul with a frown.
"Alright then, I will be going. But remember, Daechul, one wrong move from you, and we will meet again."
The man remained silent, expectantly staring at Mark, until he finally left the room.
A true pain in the ass, he was.
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After the police finally left, Daechul and Eunsang headed home, hoping that it was enough socialising for that day. Both promised to meet up in the gang building tomorrow, and got into their cars. Daechul did not bother to lock the doors, as it was already pretty much destroyed, and drove through the gates. The cleaning people should show up early in the morning. Daechul was almost feeling apologetic as he tried to imagine their reactions at seeing the property this trashed.
The night was calm. It stopped raining, and the sky did not look that heavy anymore. The coulds were lighter, swimming through the night sky in circles. The streets were wet with puddles of water, some of it still dripping from the rooftops and onto the damp grass. The city was almost asleep, only with an occasional car keeping Daechul company. He rolled down his window to inhale the smell of fresh rain, one of the most calming scents for him.
Daechul was left completely alone with his thoughts, and as usual these past days, they immediately strayed to the certain pink haired boy, sleeping in the same house that Daechul was headed. It was hard to think about something else when so much had happened between them that evening. The kisses and what they resulted into kept haunting Daechul as he drove, gazing at the empty roads before his tired eyes. Although they weren't based on how regretful the man felt after it was done, rather how he was eager for more. And that scared him far more than everything he ever felt in his short life. Feelings weren't a topic that Daechul could ace. The man was running from them for the better part of his life, choosing the simpler way, rather than complicated with emotions. And now, all those repressed emotions were catching up to him. With huge eye smiles, pink hair and tiny fingers.
Daechul was in a dilemma, struggling to come to terms with what his heart was telling him, and the brain was supplying him. In times like these, what should he rely on: his heart or reasoning?
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