---

[The Caporegime]

  

  "The underboss isn't too thrilled, you know, with a rat in the fam on the loose and two of his capos cracking nothing on it." Youngbae said quietly, bringing his Martini to his mouth. 

  Maknae signalled for the girls to leave.

  "The only witness's already cold when we got there. There's nothing else we could've done." I shrugged as the five of us were left alone, subconsciously dropping a cherry into the Vodka. 

  The plan was to get the rat that seemingly reported on our crack shipment from South America. Only someone from the family would know the exact date and time of the deal. Someone who's not just a soldier or an associate, but a fully initiated member. A Made man. Ghost, or Soo Hyuk, the fam's mole amongst the cops, had made sure that the information was clear from the authorities but somehow they must've been tipped off in the last minute so there wasn't anytime for him to leak any warning back. The entire, 20kg of crack were confiscated, and the losses were up in millions. The rat has to die, and the initial plan was to force him to talk before blowing his brains out, but someone already did that way before either I or Ghost had got there. The traitor's already dead by the pier. 

  Which means there's someone else trying to cover things up. There's more than one of them.

  "Any candidates in mind?" Daesung said, joining me by the glass wall that overlooked the entire club and the people downstairs. Seunghyun hyung ordered it to be done bulletproof and made exclusively only for us. We aren't going to be one of those losers that get ambushed outside work time. 

  I looked over to Seungri and the other's followed suit. 

  He sat up straight. 

  "No way man, you can't be suspecting me can't you?" The maknae cursed.

  "No, idiot," Seunghyun hyung snapped, blowing a small cloud of smoke from his cigarette as I smirked and turned back to the people raving downstairs.  "You're supposed to be the smart one among us. Do your brainwork. Who do you reckon?"

  Seungri scowled, leaning back again against the leather seat before picking up his drink on the table top. "Isn't Soo Hyuk hyung suspicious? I mean, everyone knows in a few months we'll have to pick the new underboss among you two." 

  "And?" I asked, raising a brow. "It's too risky for him isn't it? He lives literally among the cops. Anything goes wrong and he'll be the first suspect in the station and the family." 

  "Yeah but it's worth it isn't it? If he's the one that tipped his fellow cops off, he'd received a rank even higher than what he has now. Increased influence in the law, increased contributions to the fam. His position in the office goes up and so does his advantage over you in the underboss run. I don't see why not."

  "Soo Hyuk's not a rat-material, maknae. He grew up in the family. Literally." Youngbae spoke.

  We pondered in silence.

  "Right, hyung, before you joined us the other day we found the traitor, were you with that salesgirl?" Daesung asked loudly, breaking the silence.

  Oh, Dara Park.

  "What's wrong with that?" I asked lazily.

  "What's up with that? You're acting like you're dating socks-with-heels." Seungri interrogated. Geez, I knew this kid had the hots for me. He sounds nothing less than a jealous girlfriend now. 

  "Yeah Jiyong, you serious with the whole PA thing?" Youngbae joined in.

  "C'mon, I'm just playing with her." I answered. "You guys saw how amusing she is." I said, and upon that a small smug smile appeared on the silent Seunghyun hyung. "There's no harm in that."

  "We can't hurt civillians, Jiyong." Youngbae reminded me. "Besides, it'll be dangerous for her once she gets involved with our stuff. And we have enough food on our plates now. Don't forget that there'll always be people suspecting that we're the ones behind the whole failed operation."

  "I know. I won't mess with her anymore once my new kicks are here."

  Daesung glances over his shoulder and widened his eyes. 

  "Isn't that the Park girl?" He exclaimed. Frowning, I turned around and scanned the crowd. It's hard to see above all those blinking lights, but right by the bar, there she was. 

  Really? She clubs?

  I folded my arms and my lips in amusement as I watch her clumsily pat someone beside her, who appeared asleep, on her back before sliding unsteadily off her stool. Awkwardly, she started to dance. Not the regular dance, but those jaw dropping, grandma kind of moves with those flailing arms and scissor-hands across her eyes and all that .

  She obviously does not club.

  "She's such a cartoon." Seungri laughed, almost spitting his drink out. I don't even know where she gets her confidence not to stay at home 24/7.

  "Oh oh oh oh look, she's got a fish on the hook." Daesung pointed excitedly. 

  This is weird af. We're 5 men with fully-grown asses spying on some cringe-worthy dancing ahjumma from the second floor of the club. But he's right, behind her was some dude that was staring at her with a small leer, his eyes obviously dripping all over her legs.

  Some pretty nice legs though.

  He approaches her, and she was blind to his attempts to engage her in a conversation, lost in her own para-para dance world. Finally when he nudges her, she turns around and glances at him with a somewhat annoyed glare. He whispered something in her ears and she waves her hand in his face like he's some kind of a pestering salesman. Funny.

  "Looks like she's not interested." Seungri cat called, sniggering.

  "Probably because he isn't wearing socks tonight." Daesung choked out, and the two lame balls roared with laughter.

  "He's touching her though. You should go down." Youngbae said, and I looked. Wow, he's really sticking his hand on her waist.

  I threw Youngbae an absurd look. 

  "No look, she's going off to the washroom and he's following her. It's obvious what's going to happen." He pointed.

  What a er. Is he seriously going to prey on these kind of girls? She's obviously drunk and he could tell that it's her first time here based on her toxic dancing. 

  "Get going or I'll sniper him from here." Daesung chortled. 

  With a growl, I got up and snatched my revolver off the table. 

  Such a hassle.

 

---

[-]

  Somewhere in the middle of the hallway leading to the ladies the girl infront of the predatory middle-aged man kicked off her heels before bending down to pick them up. Her stalker clicked his tongue in anticipation, his eyes trained on her milky, soft looking legs. She's so drunk that she probably won't remember a thing in the morning.

  

  He doesn't know that somewhere behind him, the caporegime of the infamous Mafia family was silently waiting for him to strike.

  

  The girl turned around, a glossy look in her eyes. She furrowed her brows at the annoying man behind her. He's been chattering non stop since just now and now he's following her to the toliet. 

  

  "Stop it, okay? I don't know what you're talking about." She slurred, wagging her finger in disapproval at the leecher. Behind them, the young mobster almost burst out in laughter. 

  

  "You want me to stop now, but you won't want me to stop later." The loser grinned, cornering the girl, his breath reeking of beer. 

  

  Jiyong rolled his eyes at his weak punchline. This is dragging out too long. 

  

  Finally, when he started to trace his dirty finger down the girl's cheek, the dragon decides that that's enough show for the day, and stepped forward in quick strides, ready to knock the wind out of the loser, but something else happened. Dara park, the girl, raised her heel and started whacking her assailant while repeatedly screaming:

  

  "I told you to stop!"

 

  The poor dude yelped, defenseless against the sharp heels of the 3-inches tall pumps. Bewildered at the scene infront of him, Jiyong blinked before turning around and glances up hesitantly towards the glass window on the second floor where his untouchables watched. The four show watchers were reflecting the same shock on their leader's face before they doubled over, howling in laughter that the latter couldn't hear from here, but could obviously see.

 

  He turned back towards the mess ahead of him, wondering if she could handle this herself and he could just erm, back off. But the dude is starting to bleed and she doesn't look like she's about to stop anytime soon. With a small jolt, he realised that she might ing kill the guy.

 

  "Ok, ok that's enough now." Jiyong said hastily, ripping the heel forcefully away from the unlikely med student. The leecher whimpered.

  

  " off." He said simply to the battered man. That's what he gets for trying to get an easy meal. The loser didn't have to be called twice; with his hand pressed against his bleeding forehead, he scurried away. 

  

  Dara looked up at the interferer with her blurry vision. It was a boy, who wore a loose black shirt with cross sleeve cuffs, skinny fit trousers, and pointed shoes. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, and the boy got even better looking. He had his hair combed up. His sleek jaws and pale skin made him look devilishly good looking in the dim lighting and the spinning world in her head.

 

  "Kwon Jiyong?" She hiccoughed, and the suave guy raised his brow.

  

  "Wow. You just called me by my full name." He muttered, wondering howmuch did she drink or rather, or little drink can she hold, for her to be daring enough to call him out by his full name. 

 

  Dara giggled, and promptly passed out, lasting approximately 15 minutes longer than her best friend.

  

 

---

[The Caporegime]

  

  "What the -" I spat, catching the weirdo before she hits the ground. 

  Behind me, the guys had came down.

  "Looks like you got to send her home, bro." Seunghyun hyung said skeptically, eyeing the dead (almost) girl.

  That's unacceptable, but doable, except that I don't ing know which unfortunate house she lives in.

  "What makes you think that I'm going to do that?" I growled. I'm not some kind of a call driver.

  

  The boys shrugged, obviously delighted at my plight.

 

  "You're on your own." Youngbae smirked.

  

  "Don't you dare." I said darkly.

  

  Daesung looked at his wrist, which does not have a watch. "Oh look at the time, my mum wants me back by now."

  

  "You don't have a mum, Daesung. We're orphans." I snapped. Seungri doubled over in laughter.

  

  Daesung grinned. "Bye hyung." He waved, and the rest followed suit despite my threats. One by one, they leave through the main doors.

 

  I tried dragging that weirdo out before eventually giving up and scooped her up inmy arms. This would be much faster but it meant that I am her closest target should she decide to puke. She better don't. I would kill someone.

 

  "Where to, mister?" The cab driver asked just as I had dumped the girl into the backseat, which she quickly curled into a ball. I was murmuring curses under my breath as I got into the front seat, caring to slam the door with extra force.

  

  I turned to glare behind at the girl. How did I end up with this junk?

 

  "The nearest hotel." I grunted.

  

  There wasn't a hotel in Itaewon, so we had to drive to the next neigbourhood. And by the time we had reached level 19 and I had ditched her on the bed, I was so done.

 

  "This is the end of my kindness, Park." I said, my tone laced with grudge and poison.

  

  I turned to leave, dumping the hotel card on her chest, but a small hand grabbed onto my arm just as I was about to walk away.

  

  "Mom.."

 

  Great, I'm a mother now.

 

  "Don't go." She croaked.

 

  I turned around just at the tone of her voice. Wrong move. She threw up all over me.

 

 

 

 

---

Dara's in some deep trouble now.

Hohoho I haven't reveal t in the story yet, but Jiyong has some serious obsession over hygiene.

Hope you enjoyed the chap! Don't forget to upvote and comment!