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Kyungsoo scowled as he read over the morning paper, it was going to rain today. He hated the rain. It ruined his entire mood for the day. Tossing the paper down on his desk, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling the smoke along with his stress. Tonight was one of the usual drop-offs, and if it was going to rain? That meant the possibility of something going wrong.
He glanced down at the front page of the newspaper that he’d barely taken any notice of when he was given the paper. A missing person was plastered all over the front page, headline reading: MULTI-BILLIONAIRE CEO OF KIM INNOVATIVE STILL MISSING. The picture of the person was surprising to Kyungsoo, it was actually an attractive young man unlike the usual old geezer that looked like he was on death’s door that Kyungsoo would’ve thought.
“That guy’s still missing, it seems, has been for the past week,” the flaming red haired man stated, setting down the paper cup of coffee on Kyungsoo’s desk, taking a seat in the chair in front of the desk. “Kind of cute too.”
Kyungsoo took another drag from his cigarette, blowing out to the smoke, “Looks like the typical spoiled brat. Probably got where he was from riding off daddy’s success.”
Chanyeol grinned, shrugging at the possible truth of the statement, “Probably so. But I’ve heard talk going around that Choi Siwon had a hand in this guy’s disappearance.” He sipped slowly from his own coffee cup, “Seems like this guy’s family has some dealings in some of the weaponry going around the underground world right now. And you know what Siwon specializes in.”
Now that interested Kyungsoo, his eyebrow raising slightly as he stubbed out his cigarette. He picked up his coffee and the newspaper, looking at the picture of the man. Kim Junmyeon was his name. The picture they used for it showed the man’s important status to Kim Enterprise, neat, collect, and a look in the man’s eyes that showed nothing but business.
“And you said Choi Siwon’s taken an interest in the guy?” Kyungsoo mumbled, skimming over the information on the front page.
He disappeared from his mansion last Monday when he was due for a conference that morning at his company. No evidence has been found since, but it was evident that foul play had been involved in the man’s disappearance. The window to his room was broken, the bedroom was trashed, and the drawers were ram shacked for any valuables. The man’s personal assistant was even attacked and sent to the hospital with a concussion from blunt force trauma to the head.
Chanyeol nodded, before a grim expression overtook his face, “You know it can’t be anything good if that man’s involved.”
Kyungsoo and Chanyeol shared a glance, both knowing exactly how Choi Siwon was. The man was a greasy old bastard, odds are, he had the man taken for whatever weaponry deal that the Kim’s family had, but Siwon would make sure the guy was used up in every way necessary until he was satisfied with the operation.
“Well, it’s none of our business anyway,” Kyungsoo threw the paper back down, taking a gulp of his coffee before he turned towards the window, it was already clouding up outside. He glared at the dark clouds. “Try to make sure the operation tonight goes like it should.”
Chanyeol glanced out the window as well, noticing the reason for the sour mood of his brother, “It’s just rain, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo scoffed, “And every time it rains, it fucks up something.”
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The three men toting the large storage container handled it with extra care as they loaded it into the back of the black van. They were making deliveries and cashing in on their paydays. This had to go over smoothly. The other containers, similar to this one, were placed neatly inside the back of the van, some bigger and some smaller.
“This goes to Choi Siwon, doesn’t it?” Seungri questioned, patting the large container.
Jiyoung nodded, “It does. That’s our big paycheck right there, so I don’t want you mixing them up, Daehyun,” he turned a glare towards the younger. “This right here is what gets me a shot at Seunghyun’s ass, and I’m not lucking out because of some poor mistake.”
Daehyun grinned, eyes resembling thin lines, “Roger that, boss. We’ll make sure you get fucked by TOP.”
“Fucker,” Jiyoung slapped the back of the younger’s head. “Alright, let’s move out. The first on the list is the Do fucker over in Incheon, he’s got the large container of packaged coke,” Jiyoung pulled out his notepad, flipping through to find the name and information. He whistled low, “That’s almost the same amount as the one for Choi, and this China man doesn’t play around. Any little thing that’s amiss and we’re dead.”
The two younger men gulped loudly at that. They’d had dealings in the past with the new Chinese group that had taken up residence in Incheon, no one dared to cross their paths. At least, not after the first cocky group leader decided to test the waters with the group and ended up dead along with every member of the group along with their families by the next morning.
It wasn’t a pretty picture. The local PD even had a problem with trying to cover up as much of the gang violence as they could without causing alarm to the citizens of the little city.
So Daehyun and Seungri tried their best to keep the group satisfied, especially the leader. Anything the group wanted? They got.
The three loaded up in the black van and set out through the rainy night into traffic to start making deliveries.
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Chanyeol glanced down at his watch, watching the long hand tick past the twelve. It was already ten o’clock and they were settled in their dock warehouse, waiting for the package to arrive. Kyungsoo was seated in his blue Maserati, smoking his fifth cigarette, and staring at the doors to the warehouse. Despite his brother’s best efforts to get him to lighten up, the rain hadn’t stopped, and Kyungsoo knew that something was going to go wrong with this, even though everything had been checked over three times.
Finally after almost ten minutes past the hour, the warehouse doors were pushed open and a black van backed up inside the building. Once it was parked, all three of the delivery men stepped out, hands up to show no weapons at all, before two of them moved to the back door of the van and started to remove the large black storage container.
Chanyeol greeted the head of the operations, Kwon Jiyoung, with the usual handshake and nodded towards the two men to load the container up in the back of his SUV. Chanyeol grinned, “Jiyoung, it’s been awhile. How are the wife and kids?”
The shorter male’s eyebrow rose at the question, “Uh… great?” He didn’t have a wife nor any kids… that he knew of. But shrugged off the question. “We just got the container in yesterday from the Cuban ship. It’s the coke that you requested.” He pulled out his notepad, reading off the instructions, the amount, the size, and the price tag that was attached for his services and the cargo.
The red haired man nodded along, listening to the man read over his notepad before pulling out his checkbook, already filling out everything. “Mhm, sounds about right. We’ll need another delivery in two weeks, think you can take care of it?” He asked, tearing the paper from his checkbook and tucking it away in Jiyoung’s hand.
“’Think’? You know you guys can count on us,” Jiyoung grinned, pocketing the check in his back pocket before signaling his two guys to get back in the van. “Just send me the information and I’ll have it delivered.” He stuck his hand back out for a handshake.
Chanyeol smiled, slipping his hand into Jiyoung’s, “Will do. Nice doing business with you, Kwon. Tell the wife and kids I said hi.”
That one still threw Jiyoung for a loop but still shaking it off, he nodded, “I will.” And with that, the three were out of there, driving away to finish out their deliveries.
Kyungsoo stepped out of his car, walking up to Chanyeol, “You know he doesn’t have a wife or kids, right?”
Shrugging, Chanyeol brushed it off, “It never hurts to be polite,” the two walked over to the back of the SUV where the hatch was still raised. He patted the top of the storage container, “Looks like tonight went over smoothly.”
Kyungsoo knew what the jab was about, and from the sounds of it, the rain was still coming down hard over the tin roof of the warehouse. “If you weren’t my brother, I would’ve already shot you by now.”
Chanyeol slightly elbowed Kyungsoo in the ribs, grinning, “But you love me, ge.” He flipped the locks on the container and started lifting up the lid, “I really need to start placing bets on you and this rain thing you have. I mean, honestly, every time it rains doesn’t mean—” he stopped as soon as he lifted the lid up, staring down at the contents inside.
Inside was a bound and beaten man, placed in a way that he actually fit inside the storage container. His face was caked with dry blood from what looked like a busted lip and blackened eye along with reddish brown spots littering down his white button-down shirt, his pants were ripped and dirty in areas. His wrists were bound so tightly that it was evident they had been bleeding along with his ankles where he was shoeless. A makeshift gag was tied tightly around his head. He was unconscious.
Kyungsoo glared at Chanyeol, “Nothing goes wrong when it rains, huh? Does this look like packages of some of the finest cocaine?”
Chanyeol closed the lid slowly, shrugging sheepishly, “Maybe they arranged it to just look like a man in there… for… security purposes?”
“Chanyeol!” Kyungsoo’s raised voice earned him a wince from the red haired man. “Fuck, call that fucker back here and get my coke.” He lifted the speaker attached to his collar up to his lips, “Xiumin, Chen, get down here. Get…” he paused, turning back towards the storage container, “Chanyeol, lift the lid back up. Luhan, get down here too. I want you to run some prints.”
“You want me to get him out of there? He can’t be comfortable in that position,” Chanyeol noted, scanning over the man again. “He looks like a rich bastard, that shirt and those slacks… they’re not your average Joe’s.”
“It’s Armani, he’s definitely not your average Joe. It can’t be a simple human trafficking delivery either. We don’t take people of this status, there’s too many red tags that comes along with it,” Kyungsoo replied.
Then the thought dawned on Chanyeol, the only missing person he could think of was the one that plastered all over the front page of the last few newspapers that he placed on Kyungsoo’s desk every morning. “You think… it’s that Kim Innovation guy?”
Kyungsoo untied the gag and pulled it out of the man’s mouth, moving the man’s head to get a better look at the face. “Looks like it is,” Chanyeol’s eyes widened when he recognized that face. It was the same one that had covered the newspapers. “And you said Choi Siwon had something to do with his disappearance?”
“Yeah… do you think this delivery was meant for Siwon?”
“Wouldn’t doubt it. Jiyoung’s going to end up a dead man if he delivers my coke instead of this guy to Siwon, call him and tell him to bullshit a reason to delay Siwon’s delivery, it’s raining, it can’t be too hard to think of an excuse in this weather. I’m curious about this guy and Siwon’s reason for his disappearance,” Kyungsoo stated, turning back to the face his group as he heard their footsteps getting closer.
The short blonde haired male stepped up first, peering into the back of the SUV, cocking a small smirk, “That’s not our coke.”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, “It’s not, I want you to run his prints and find out if he actually is this CEO that’s missing.” He turned towards Chen and Xiumin, “Go after Jiyoung and bring his group back to the house. We can’t have them out on the streets if I’m willing to look into this guy’s background and Siwon’s involvement.”
“What if they refuse?” Xiumin questioned, wondering if they were allowed to use any means necessary to bring the three back.
“It’s Jiyoung, the guy’s scared of his own shadow, I’m sure he’ll comply. Doesn’t mean you can’t use scare tactics though. Just… nothing permanently damaging. He’s still good at what he does,” Kyungsoo stated as the two started back out of the warehouse. He turned back to the SUV to see Chanyeol untying the man’s wrists so Luhan could get a clear reading for his prints on the little handheld device of his.
Chanyeol looked over at Kyungsoo, “What are you going to do if this is, for sure, that CEO?”
Kyungsoo glanced over the man’s body, “Put him back where he belongs. Like I said, there’s too many red tags with this.”
The red haired male hummed, “That’s awfully kind-hearted of you, Kyungsoo.” The flashing screen on Luhan’s device caught both of their attentions. It was a match with a Kim Junmyeon. CEO of Kim Innovation.
“That’s your guy,” Luhan stated, pulling up all the files that were collected on the man’s information. “What kind of digging do you want me to do? I can get his card numbers, his ID numbers, his personal information, anything.”
Chanyeol spoke up, “Anything criminal in his background?”
Luhan scrolled through the information, shaking his head slowly as he read off the contents, “Graduated top of his class, class president, went to Seoul National University in Gwanak, graduated top honors, did three years at his father’s company Kim Innovation as an intern before being appointed by his father as CEO after the old fart stepped down… the only offense he’s gotten was a parking ticket on the University’s campus. Nothing criminal at all. The guy’s a golden boy.”
Kyungsoo and Chanyeol shared a look, both stating it, “Bargaining chip?”
“You said the guy’s family had ties to the weaponry part of the black market… you think Siwon had him kidnapped to make the old man cut a deal?” Kyungsoo questioned.
Chanyeol shrugged, “It’s possible. You still going to let him go if that’s the case?”
“Yeah, I’m not in the weapons business so what do I care? Let’s get back to the mansion, you can leave him in the container for the time being, he’s not going anywhere,” Kyungsoo already started towards his Maserati and getting in.
Chanyeol was already pulling out his phone to dial up Jiyoung as Luhan closed the hatch to the SUV and the two got into the front.
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Jiyoung was humming along to the tune on the radio as they drove down the road in the rain, his nerves had calmed down since the delivery to the Chinese group. The only other stop that caused his stomach a little knotting up was the next stop that was to Choi Siwon. He kept reminding himself of the cash reward that lied ahead and the bickering between Daehyun and Seungri in the back was keeping his mind from freaking out.
He glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing a pair of headlights coming up behind the van. He glanced towards the other side’s mirror and his eyes widened when he saw a second pair of headlights. He was about to address Seungri about it until his phone started buzzing. He reached for it, his face already paling when he saw the familiar number. It was Park Chanyeol calling him.
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck is he calling me for?” Jiyoung hesitated but then swiped upwards, answering, “Park?”
“Jiyoung, good buddy, I think there’s been a mix up with our delivery,” came Chanyeol’s cheerful voice over the speaker, causing Jiyoung to gulp hard.
“A-A-A mix-mix up?” He pulled the phone away from his ear, glancing back at the two in the backseat, “You guys check that fucking box right now! If there’s a container of packed cocaine in there, I’m going to beat both of your asses!” He saw the two headlights in the rearview mirrors coming closer, driving up to either side of the van. “Fuuuuuck, of course those two are from the bastard’s.”
A deep laughter came from the speaker on the phone, “Jiyoung, chill, I’m sure you see my guys following you by now. They’re just going to escort you back to the mansion. Don’t kill your help yet, it was a honest mistake.”
“U-Uh, boss?” Daehyun hesitated to address the man once Seungri opened the lid to the other large container. Inside was the white packages full of cocaine. “We… we fucked up.”
“Shit! You two fucking—” Jiyoung started but then stopped, almost wanting to weep and wanting to scream and wanting to curse them with every name under the sun and wanting to beg Park to let them live and wanting to instantly die right there because there was no way they were making it out alive with this. Fuck!
“Jiyoung, just follow my guys back to the mansion. I’m being honest here, we’re cool, aren’t we? You haven’t done anything to earn a death reward from us,” Park’s voice came across the speaker of the phone again, completely serious this time.
One of the cars swerved in front of the van, the other following closely behind, they were trapped between the two. He could cut down another street, or try some stunt where they could only hope to get away, but that would definitely result in their deaths. He had no choice but to take Park for his word. It was true… this was the only mistake that they’d made with the group. Just a mix-up with deliveries… but Jiyoung knew the dangers with that.
He finally sighed in defeat, “We’re on the way, Park.” He hung up the phone, turning back to glare at the two, “If we die tonight because of your fuck-up, I’m beating both of your asses for the rest of whatever afterlife there is.” He looked back out the windshield, crying silently, “I never even got to ride Seunghyun’s dick… oh god, please let Park have mercy on us.”
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It was almost midnight by the time Chen and Xiumin arrived at the mansion with Jiyoung’s van in tow. They pulled up into the multi-car garage and parked the van, being escorted at gun-point by the two men into the basement entrance of the mansion. Kyungsoo was waiting for the three in the basement, smoking another cigarette, and seated behind the large black storage container that contained the CEO.
Jiyoung’s face immediately paled upon the sight of the black haired male, quickly kneeling to bow his head, “I’m so sorry, sir, it was just an honest mix-up. Your coke is in the van.”
Kyungsoo took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly, “I know, Kwon, one of my men is taking it out as we speak, it was an honest mistake, no harm done. Now, this particular package that you were supposed to deliver has sparked my interest,” he nudged the container with his shoe.
Jiyoung opened his mouth to speak, but Daehyun quickly interrupted, “Th-that’s for Choi Siwon…”
A black eyebrow rose as the glare shifted from Jiyoung to the younger male, Daehyun, seeing the man quickly bow his head to avoid the man’s gaze, “Thank you for confirming that. I’m not as ruthless as Siwon, but I can’t allow you to deliver this to him.” He stubbed out his cigarette. “You three are going to be put in a safe house of my own for the time being, and your compliance will be compensated greatly, I’ll even account for the amount that you would lose from Siwon’s delivery. Any objections?”
That had all three of them speechless and shocked until Jiyoung finally spoke up with a shaky voice, “Wh-why?”
“This is a CEO you have here,” Kyungsoo motioned towards the box, “You know as well as I do that in the trafficking world, we don’t do bastards of any kind of importance like this. Too much hell to go through, and this puts a lot of strain on all of our organizations. I’m not risking my organization for Siwon’s stupidity nor his fucked up ideas that he likes to bestow on whoever he buys.”
Jiyoung’s gaze fell to the box, he knew that there was a man in the box but he hadn’t been given the full details on who was in the box. He gulped hard, “We… we didn’t know.”
“I know how your business runs, you’re only messengers and delivery boys, you don’t get the full details, just the location and the amount you’ll receive for completing the task, so I won’t ask about the person that asked you to deliver him to Siwon,” Kyungsoo replied, knowing that the man probably wouldn’t even tell them anyway, and he liked Jiyoung’s services, he would need them again in the future and there was no sense in creating bad blood between them over some CEO that he could care less about. “Just know that I can’t let you complete this delivery.”
Jiyoung didn’t have any objections, he was worried about the future outcome of this man’s decision, especially when it came to their business. But the rumors about what the China group did to the one gang leader that decided to play his luck with the group, he assumed that maybe Do Kyungsoo would make a little visit to Siwon about this. “H-How long are we going to be at this safe house?”
Kyungsoo stood up, shrugging, “As long as it takes for me to find out what Siwon was thinking when he decided to have this guy,” he nodded towards the storage container, “snatched up. Not a lot of people like Siwon anyway, you won’t lose any clients over this. I can assure you of that.” The look that Kyungsoo gave Jiyoung gave the man a cold chill down his spine. “I like your services, Jiyoung, you’ve never failed to come through with my requests. This, being the only time, and an honest mistake that I’m more than understanding about.”
“Th-Thank you…” Jiyoung bowed his head again, still on edge but felt slightly relieved now.
Kyungsoo nodded towards Kai and Xiumin to move the storage container out of the room now, “Park will see to it that you’re escorted to the safehouse. I’ll be in touch.” With that, Kyungsoo exited the room and in came Chanyeol with a large grin on his face.
“See? I told you that you were safe,” he winked at Jiyoung, seeing the way that the three of their shoulders sagged in solace. “You’re going to love the safehouse, I was the personal designer for it.”