Sung-ho entered a piece of meat in his mouth by the chopsticks and closed his eyes with satisfaction.
"Yumm. God, it's so delicious! And the saucy noodles with it.... umm, it's just heaven," he hummed, chewing playfully.
Sam just stared at him with wide eyes, unable to comment, observing his eating style. His boss had ordered both Kimchi Stew and Jjajangmyeon, it looked like he was hungry, ready to devour everything. He wondered how could a man like him were eating hot spicy food continously, even in a cheap restaurant. He looked around the tables, it was a small restaurant beside the streets full of middle-class men and women. The people were often looking at him and whispering and talking something nonstop between them. Sam wondered why his Mafia boss would eat his lunch here, he never did anything like that before since he became his bodyguard a few months ago.
"Why aren't you eating?" Sung-ho suddenly asked pointing at the dishes.
"I'm not hungry, Sir," he replied politely.
"You don't like spicy food?"
"Um, I'm not good with them actually."
"You should've told me before, I would order less spicy food for you,"
"It's okay, Sir," though Sam felt hungry, he tried to the grumble in his stomach.
"No it's not. How can I eat alone when you're sitting in front me, not eating?" Sung-ho instantly frowned, then waved his hand at the waiter. "Excuse me!"
The middle-aged waiter quickly appeared in front of their table.
"One bowl of Bulgogi, rice and fried chicken. And....." he glanced at the fridge. "Two bottles of coke too, please."
"It's really okay, Sir. You don't need to order food for me," Sam picked up his phone, feeling a guilty to refuse his boss's offer.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir," he scrolled through the texts. "Mr. Yang has been calling me quite a while, to tell you to power on your phone."
Sung-ho sighed heavily and sipped water from his glass. He wipes his mouth by a tissue and looked up at Sam.
"Fine. Let's go to home."
After fifteen minutes, Sung-ho entered in his mansion and hopped from his car. The other two bodyguards Moon and Ryung had already left from the place, so there was only Sam with him.
Sung-ho briskly walked on the grass to the building, imagining what he was going to face next. He knew that his friend Yeo was mad desperate and worried that he wasn't answering his phone, but he didn't care. Truly he was waiting for some kind of regrets growing in his chest for killing eight persons at once a while ago, but that feeling didn't came. He glanced at Sam walking beside him, whose face was looking down at the green grasses thoughtfully, but alert was as always. Sung-ho guessed that he must be feeling resentful about that incident since it was him who had fixed the bomb in that car.
"What are you thinking, Sam?"
"Nothing Sir," he instantly replied.
Sung-ho didn't ask anything more, he gently pressed his thumb in the button to unlock the front door. The machine automatically scanned his fingerprint, like its work.
As he expected, his dear friend Yang Yeo was impatiently waiting for him in the leaving room and pacing back and forth. He tilted his head sharply as soon as the moment he heard heavy footsteps.
"What have you done, Sung-ho?" Yeo asked calmly, though he wanted to yell aloud. His face darkened more when he noticed Hippo behind his boss, his eyes immediately began to ask silently what the hell he was doing here.
Sung-ho ignored what his assistant just said and dropped him body in the sofa. He tiredly waved his hand back to his bodyguard, "Sam, you can leave now."
He was good at ignoring people.
Maybe that's how the Mafias are made.
Sam bowed his slightly to his boss and casted a weird glance at Yeo before leaving the room. He needed to eat and rest, because he was tired too, his mind was overloading by what had happened that day.
Yeo just stared at Sung-ho.
"Let's talk, Yeo. Come and have a seat beside me," he closed his eyes