"You know who Kamol is?"Jae Hyun asked, beginning to pace around the room.
Never once had Jae Hyun been worked up or worried about handling rogue people, But something about Kamol seemed to irk him. Minho didn't know much about the mafia, but it sure seemed like Kamol was dangerous, far more dangerous than Renjun even.
Grabbing the phone in hand, Minho stared at the screen, gaping almost as though what he saw was unbelievable. A raggedy breath left him as he squinted at the gadget.
It was a video of his dad rounding a corner, exchanging little bags of powder with money. He looked shaggy and homeless in barely decent clothes, a baggy and torn jacket, and a pair of corduroy pants that seemed to have taken an eternity to see water. He was crusty and judging by how wasted he looked, he'd lost much muscle.
"Where did you get this?" Minho asked amid sobs, without raising his head.
