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The Jung family had always been known as one of the most powerful empires of Korea. After starting with a small gun business in the 80’s, the organisation had quickly grow under the hand of steel of Jung Seunghoon and was now taking care of, not only weapon trafic, but also drugs and prostitution. Hiding behind a big luxury hotels company and some clubs, their business was a well oiled machine. Basically, if you needed something illegal, or needed someone to quietly disappear, the best way was to ask one of its members. Of course, the cops knew about most of their little activities, but Jung also knew when to give some money and how to get good connections or which button to press for everyone to go quiet. And let’s say that at the old age of 92, Jung Seunghoon had done it all. Torture, rape, murder… And the sick bastard was so proud of it. But one thing he was also definitely proud of was his greatest creation : his son, Jung Yunho. The future head of the empire, his direct successor, who was scared by most. He was known to be a heartless, charismatic leader who would do anything to have what he wants. See it, want it, take it, that was his motto.
"It’s pretty. I want it."
That’s all he had to say to get his hands on probably what was the most expensive knife to ever exist. Around 2 billion won to have this old relic, mostly made in gold and decorated by almost a hundred tiny but very shiny jewels. For a normal person, that was a lot of money. For Jung Yunho, that was merely a week of work, selling some guns or getting some money back from their numerous clubs, and the deal was done. But obviously, such a big purchase didn’t go unnoticed and fast enough, all the media were talking about it. « The new crazy purchase of Jung Yunho ». Was it crazy ? Of course. But was it bad ? No. Not for the heir of the biggest empire of the country.
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"That guy is insane. I hate rich people." Donghae let the newspaper he was reading fall on the table. "So much money just for what ? A knife ? Which you can’t even use. I mean, you don’t use a gold knife to cut your food !"
"Except if your food is human."
Seeing Donghae’s disgusted expression, Kyuhyun let out a little chuckle. After all, everyone knew how Jung Yuhno got his money to buy such silly things. And yes, Jung’s food was probably human. At this point, everything was possible.
"Well it’s a pretty knife. I like shiny things." Changmin said as he picked up the abandoned journal, looking with sparkling eyes the pictures of the relic.
"You just have a passion for expensive stuff."
"That’s true. And this little thing here is really, really nice."
Oh, Kyuhyun knew this look. And even if he was always down for his best friend’s ideas, this one was dangerous, as in deadly dangerous. But they’ll have to talk about this later since Donghae still wasn’t aware of their little activities. Which was more of a hobby if you asked Kyuhyun. But for Changmin, it was more than that. Stealing stuff was his passion, the love of his life and the only thing keeping him going. Especially when said stuff was shiny and expensive, plus the fact that its owner was the one and only Jung Yunho was like a bonus for him. Changmin turned his head toward Kyuhyun and gave him his prettiest smile. That little brat. So apparently their next adventure would be getting this knife. Which was the possession of one of the deadliest men of the country and was probably in Jung's mansion, with a lot of security devices and armed guards. Well, Kyuhyun was going to have a lot, lot of work. Because if Changmin was usually doing the most of the action, Kyuhyun was the one in charge of the preparation. Meaning playing with a lot of electrical systems and he was sure Jung’s would be one of his biggest challenges so far.
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The day had been exhausting. Yuhno was always down for some torture but their prey had been a real little shit. Crying, whimpering and even dared to smear his newest shoes with snot and drool. Disgusting. Taking off his blood-soaked white shirt, he sighed at the sigh of the mess on his body. Blood everywhere, so annoying. He took a mental note of never wearing white again when he knew he had to do this kind of thing. He should have known by then. He should get used to the smell of iron and this dark red color smearing his skin by now. But still, something felt off. Everytime.
"So, I heard about your last purchase. What did your old man say about it ?"
"He doesn’t care. As long as I do my job, I can do whatever I want with my money."
Lying on the big black sofa in the middle of Yunho’s bedroom was Lee Hyukjae. Maybe not the most expensive, but still his best buy. The boy was like a real life jewel. Which he never touched, don’t get the wrong idea. He just saw this lost shy boy at some big human sell, and decided that he needed it. And that man was now managing one of their biggest clubs somewhere in the middle of Itaewon. Definitely wasn’t a shy kid anymore.
"You do realize how many sex you could have get with that much money." Hyukjae was almost whispering, turning a glass of red wine in his hand. "So, so many sex."
"I don’t pay for sex. I’m too pretty for that."
As the heir of the Jung’s empire said those words, Hyukjae eyed the gangster’s body. Too pretty ? That was an understatement. The man was a work of art. Especially with all this blood on him, almost hiding the blackness of his numerous tattoos. As Hyukjae was getting lost in his thoughts, Yunho took the glass from his hand and downed it in one big gulp.
"Hey, that was mine."
‘Everything is mine.’
"Well that is true. By the way, have you heard of the korean Arsene Lupin ? Apparently he stole a very expensive painting in some museum last week..."
"I heard about it" Yunho went into the bathroom and wet a towel to try to get the blood away from his skin. ‘Why are you talking about this ?"
"What if he tries to steal your new toy ?"
"Then he’ll die."