Checking his reflection in the mirror one last time, Changmin then turned towards the double doors where there were two large men holding them open for him. He gave them a nod acknowledging their hard work and quickly made his way towards his jet black Lamborghini Gallardo parked beside the fountain in front of the house. Kim Junsu was right behind him.
“Wait! Are you actually serious about turning to the authorities?” Junsu argued breathlessly, trying to catch up with Changmin’s fast pace. He swore Changmin’s legs weren’t made for humans.
“I’ve told you, this is just for safety measures. It’s no big thing,” Changmin retorted calmly, ending the argument. His hands were now opening the car door on the driver’s side and he gracefully slid inside before pulling it back, closing it securely. Soon enough, both of them were already riding the elegant vehicle across the empty free-way.
As Changmin climbed on the speed meter, Junsu ducked beside Changmin in terror as he witnessed the world outside zoomed away behind them, making him grip fast on the leather seat for dear life.
“I always hated it when you drive. Can you please slow down?” Junsu begged between his chattering teeth.
“I can’t,” Changmin replied coolly. “I’m anxious.”
“God, I could literally feel my butt getting smaller,” Junsu’s voice was evidently scared.
Changmin’s eye-brows crooked. “What does your butt has anything to do with my driving?”
“EVERYTHING!” Junsu exclaimed desperately as he was on the verge of tears.
“Aish. Can you stop being such a sissy?” Changmin mumbled in annoyance and slowed his Lamborghini to an acceptable acceleration. “There’s nothing fun in driving a sports car at this turtle speed,” he sighed.
“Yah! Be grateful that I just saved you from a potentially brutal car accident! You wouldn’t want Min Hee to be claiming your body by parts, do you?”
“Whatever… We’re here,” Changmin announced as he pulled to the side in front of a very big Victorian Mansion. “Pfft, it’s only the size of my guest house and they’re already calling it a mansion,” Changmin commented in irritation as his eyes left the stone plate stating the name of the building.
Both of the gorgeous men got out of the car and they walked side by side towards the entrance of the so-called mansion. Right at the door, two men who looked a bit less like security guards stopped them in their tracks.
“Do you have an appointment?” one of the men asked sternly.
Looking down at the arm holding him back, Changmin chuckled and inserted his hands inside his pocket in one sleek move. He stared the man down with his eagle eyes as if daring him to punch him in the face.
“The Great Shim Changmin does not need an appointment. Now move aside,” Junsu barked and brought his arms across his chest. Mimicking Changmin’s gaze to the other men, he confidently waited for them to make way.
“Tch, the US President himself needs to make an appointment to meet the Prime Minister. What makes you think we’ll allow you to get in just like that?” the man who where holding Changmin chuckled back at them.
“How dare you put your hands on me, peasant,” Changmin hissed angrily after that brief silence.
Moving a lot faster than lightning, Changmin caught the man’s arms in his hands and pulled it around harshly to a ridiculous angle, which sent the man to cry a very painful moan. Changmin’s lips flashed a satisfied smile.
“That’s right!” Junsu stated bravely, more towards the other surprised man. “Now bow down to us!” he added with what was supposed to be a high-pitched evil laugh. But of course, no man in the right state of mind would obey that childish tone.
“Let us in and I’ll spare your family’s lives,” Changmin whispered to the man’s ears, totally ignoring the scene right behind him. “And trust me, that would only be the beginning of your sorrowful life.”
“Argh, fine. Push them through,” the man ordered his partner as he himself was still trying to survive the broken arm Changmin had given him.
“Wise decision,” Changmin snickered and fixed his suite before walking through the oak doors.
Right at the bottom of the stairs which immediately welcomed them as they got inside, they caught the sight of a women sitting behind a small table with a dozen telephone lined up in front of her. Changmin made his way towards her with his hands returning into his slack pockets. The female secretary did not notice them at first, not after Junsu cleared his throat, quite seductively.
The women looked up and her jaw immediately dropped. “Oh my God, it’s Shim Changmin! And his awesome side-kick, Kim Junsu!” An excited high squeal erupted, causing an echo across the empty hall. She quickly stood up, bringing her post-it pad with a pen and rushed over to her Batman and Robin. She totally forgot her brain back at her working desk.
A grin willingly appeared on Junsu’s face. He was about to extend his hands to receive the pen before Changmin stretched his arms forward making the girl stop, his face bored.
“Do you wish to die too?” Changmin asked the girl, annoyed. “Where’s the Prime Minister?”
“Oh!” the secretary finally snapped out of her own embarrassing fantasy. “Erm… He’s been waiting for you,” she answered and got back to her desk, fetching up one of the receivers and pushed a button on one of the telephones. Clumsily, she fixed her skirt and brushed away the strands of hair in front of her red face while whispering a few words to the person on the other end of the line. “Right, follow me please,” she uttered a moment after and led them to the heart of the tiny mansion.
When they finally arrived at the private office of the Prime Minister, the fan-girl secretary excused herself and returned to her desk, still with a tomato head.
“Your men blocked my way,” Changmin’s voice was even more irritated as he sat himself on the sofa without being invited. “Fire them or I will.” Changmin meant shooting the man right between the eyes on his part.
“Please, Changmin-sshi. The existence of our peace treaty does not allow you any rights to interfere with the government’s procedure,” the Prime Minister spoke calmly. “I only forgot to tell the new guys about your special exception, and I apologise. At least the guards at the gates didn’t block your vehicle from entering my premises, am I right?”
Changmin chuckled. “Then perhaps I should’ve been more grateful for your great hospitality,” he uttered in sarcasm.
The Prime Minister obviously received the hint but he ignored them as how he usually did. Instead, he sat up straight and looked at Changmin right in the eye before deciding to bring up the topic he had been waiting to discuss.
“So tell me, Changmin-sshi. I heard one of your biggest clients, which is also the seventh most wanted group of assassin on our list, requested for the protection-contract termination after the attack at your premises,” he returned the pen he was holding safely back to its holder. “Does this mean chaos is heading our way again?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Everything is totally under control,” Changmin sneered. “And I’ll leave it at that, mind you. I’m only here to make you hand to me the original copy of the government’s list of all the mafia that has ever existed in Korea and its associates. And I want all other copies to be destroyed.”
The Prime Minister shrugged, feeling defeated that Changmin wouldn’t let him dig into the matter. And he wasn’t that stupid to push his way through when clearly this dangerous man wouldn’t allow it. He had to compromise a lot to be on Changmin’s good side.
“I can’t. That’s classified.”
“Or… you can sit on your high chair and worry about your deteriorating economy for the rest of your life. And being able to do nothing but watch the mafias making puppets out of the authorities in the next five years after knowing that these little actions could’ve saved the whole country.”
Holding his disappointment between his gritting teeth, he knew there was no other way he could refuse the man if he wanted Shim Changmin to continue becoming his ally. “Argh, fine! Just don’t forget, you’re still at the top of our most wanted list,” he simply warned and shooed them away after handing the documents related. Truth be said, the Prime Minister was actually waiting for another opportunity to tie down the Shim Clan under a more thorough government’s surveillance. But clearly, Changmin was able to read between his lines and sleekly escaped before he even got to the point.