"I'll do fine with that, don't worry." With a playful smile, he leaned back, looking eager to play along and get in good with these two. More money meant more power, better living accommodations and, luckily, more money to send to eomma. Which mattered a lot to him. He really wanted to buy her a nice little apartment somewhere with no stairs and nice people.
"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'm all yours." Gyungho winked, hoping this guy wasn't going to be a total dick once his dad wasn't in the room. "Just tell me when to start."
"We can talk." Minjun glanced at his father. "After we are done here, of course." His father had called him here and he had a feeling it wasn't just to discuss some low-level tea boy, as handsome and charming as he might be.
"That's right. Thank you for the tea, Gyungho-ssi. You can leave now." Because, no, he didn't need anyone listening in when they discussed Namjoon.
"Okay, thanks for having me." Gyungho got up and bowed, hoping that Minjun did get in touch and give him a chance, he really wanted to do well at this and make a new name for himself. He would be a tazza, just like his appa. "I'll see you tomorrow, I'll bring oolong."
With a polite smile, he made his way out and left the two gangsters to talk business.
It was quite a while after that Minjun left the office, looking thoughtful. His emotions tended to be very obvious, one of the many reasons it was a good idea he wasn't a gambler. "Sangwoo?"
He walked down the hallway, waiting for his friend to fall into step with him. One of the things one got used to, always having guards around. He was happy that he happened to be close friends with his. "Did you see where the tea boy went? The hot guy who left before."
"The suit guy with the charming smile? Yeah, he went off that way." He gestured to the left and then shrugged his shoulders. "I think he was heading to the bus stop. Was he talking with your dad?" Usually Sangwoo didn't ask questions, it made him perfect for gangsters but when it came to Minjun, he knew that Minjun liked to be asked things.
It wasn't like he expected an answer or cared about one.
"Yeah, he's just the guy who brings him tea right now. But apparently he's good with cards, so I told him I'd bring him in to man a table some time. Women would love him, can you imagine?" Easy money to be made here. But since it seemed like the guy had left, Minjun just headed back out toward his car. "Hot guys just make business better."
In his esteem, anyway. "My appa's still freaking out over Joonie."
"Doesn't seem like he's got a lot of cash, must have really impressed your father to get that suit." Just saying. Either he gambled a lot or Gyungho had earned some favour. Either way, Sangwoo watched him board the number two bus and he knew the kind of stops that place had. Not really swank town like this area. "Women will throw themselves at him. Make sure he's not just doing this to get laid."
With a shrug, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Isn't he always?"
"Whatever. If he's doing it to get laid, he could still get us money. Just gotta be sure he has the right attitude about it." It was all a question of commitment, more or less, but Minjun had a good feeling. Or he just thought Gyungho was hot, one or the other. "You can get to know him when he's around, he doesn't have to know we're close."
Always a good way to feel someone out. Sangwoo was good for that. "And, yeah, I guess he always is. But now he's talking ways to draw him out. I don't know, I wish I could get through to Joonie. My appa is thinking about making him fend for himself for a while, incognito."
"Okay, if you want me to." Sangwoo didn't want to do it but if Minjun asked, he did it. That was their dynamic. He did whatever his boss wanted of him and he did it happily. It was kind of the role he'd always had. "Not sure how pally I can get with the guy but I'll stick nearby and see what happens."
He didn't always make friends but he was very good judge of character. Also an excellent wingman when he had to be. "I don't got any answers, your brother has always been like that. Maybe talk to him? Maybe... I don't know-- bring him a crab to the hallway?" Might encourage him to leave his room. "Lure him out."
"I'll try texting him. I don't know. I don't want to pressure him, but... There is pressure." Obviously. Minjun didn't really have any answers either, but he wanted to support his brother as much as possible. "Maybe it's not a bad idea, him going out on his own, away from this shit. I could give him starting money, appa doesn't have to know."
"He would know. Where do you think he's think Namjoon gets money from? And besides, you coddle him, he'll go harder on him. You gotta just stop." He had tried to advise Minjun against meddling before but Minjoon never listened. Sadly. The trouble was that no matter what Minjun did to help, he only hindered. "He doesn't like you being soft on him, it makes it worse. Just give things space and let them unfold."
"He doesn't like when I ignore him either. Or when I'm harsh on him." Minjun shrugged, waiting for the driver to open the door for him and then getting into the car. And, yeah, perhaps he was pouting. "He doesn't like me." And that was really kind of painful to be aware of, especially since he didn't know what to do about it.
"You're right." He hated that. "I'll just give him a heads up about appa's plans. Maybe he'll have a good time out there."
"He doesn't hate you either. It's complicated. Siblings always are. Look, you just gotta... relax about it. He's a teenager, he's weird, he's not grown into himself yet. He'll get over it and love you again soon." It always took a while for teenagers to grow up and become people who made sense and were well motivated. This was all this was. Namjoon just had to grow up and it'd come - sooner or later.
"Maybe he will. Maybe he'll hate it. Either way, it'll happen."
"Sure. Whatever. I don't care." And Minjun leaned against Sangwoo's chest and closed his eyes. What? Friends cuddled. Made him feel better. He didn't have to be a big bad gangster 24/7, not as if he was in the Min Clan. He could be a gangster and be cute sometimes.
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"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'm all yours." Gyungho winked, hoping this guy wasn't going to be a total dick once his dad wasn't in the room. "Just tell me when to start."
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"That's right. Thank you for the tea, Gyungho-ssi. You can leave now." Because, no, he didn't need anyone listening in when they discussed Namjoon.
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With a polite smile, he made his way out and left the two gangsters to talk business.
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He walked down the hallway, waiting for his friend to fall into step with him. One of the things one got used to, always having guards around. He was happy that he happened to be close friends with his. "Did you see where the tea boy went? The hot guy who left before."
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It wasn't like he expected an answer or cared about one.
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In his esteem, anyway. "My appa's still freaking out over Joonie."
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With a shrug, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Isn't he always?"
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Always a good way to feel someone out. Sangwoo was good for that. "And, yeah, I guess he always is. But now he's talking ways to draw him out. I don't know, I wish I could get through to Joonie. My appa is thinking about making him fend for himself for a while, incognito."
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He didn't always make friends but he was very good judge of character. Also an excellent wingman when he had to be. "I don't got any answers, your brother has always been like that. Maybe talk to him? Maybe... I don't know-- bring him a crab to the hallway?" Might encourage him to leave his room. "Lure him out."
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"You're right." He hated that. "I'll just give him a heads up about appa's plans. Maybe he'll have a good time out there."
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"Maybe he will. Maybe he'll hate it. Either way, it'll happen."
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