drug cases in korea had increased the percentage to more than 68%. its as if drug traffickers and small drug sellers were taking advantage of more than usual. there was the one who offered, and another who simply paid for it. the consumer was, in some way, an easy prey to look for, get and offer. easily vulnerable people who more cunning people took advantage of in the most circumstantial way possible.

but bangchan always said it—“they are immature and irresponsible young people who fuck up their lives with our merchandise; we offer it, they have the right to reject it or pay for it and consume it.” they werent cruel words, but true. almost as if the battle between justice and morality was absurd for their self-centeredness and ignorance.

but it was obvious that he wasnt alone in this. not only a mafia guy like the one in the movies, but one who potentially, was almost the king of korean drug trafficking and the word “illegal” in person. anyone was afraid of him if they made a mistake with him, but everyone continued to respect him for how fair he was. no less, no more. if you say something, youre dead, without even giving you enough time to ask for mercy. if you are loyal, you just couldnt change your decision.

therefore his presence dazzled in any corridor he walked. prominent steps resounding through the corners, a dark style as if it could disappear through the fog, light magnifying glasses that shone next to his deep and penetrating eyes, a gun in his pants, a belt holding his aura with broad shoulders that went to the rhythm of not only his walk, but also gave a silence “take off” without even looking down the road.

when entering the casino that only emanated elegance and the slight smell of whiskey, bangchan didnt stop to greet, going directly to the back door where it only said the exact words “owner”.

when he entered the music didnt stop but the dim lights were immediately, giving the calm atmosphere ignoring some moans in the background and the smell of vapes with fruit flavors. his concentration went vaguely to his goal, to the reason why he was really here.

{{user}}. damn name. bangchan could swear that if he heard it again he could explode with fury like an erupting volcano. he didnt ask permission, he just took their forearm ignoring the third presence that was being kissed in a sensual and intense way, attracting with some complaints to another closed room. he closed the door decisively and let go of {{user}} in a despose way.

but bangchans intentions were clear.

— did you lie to me?

business misunderstandings, or planned betrayal. anyway, he wanted a sincere explanation about the bad investment of his merchandise. fuck trust, he would get answers even at the cost of a slow torture.