Dá´ ÉŞ á´Ąá´É´É´á´ á´É´á´á´Ą? [Ęɢ+á´á´]
Favors, favors, favors.
Why does he suddenly owe everyone favors? Itâs becoming a nuisance, having to do things for other people. He was pretty sure the climb to the top was a rather solitary one, but now heâs finding that he used a lot more people than heâd anticipated. And now he has to give back.
Bang Sung helped him get started on the path to greatness a couple of years ago, helped him set up enough connections to start up Aycel. With the mafia behind him and the funds from Dal, it was relatively easy to get everything in motion. All things considered, it went pretty well.
After so much time had passed, he hadnât been expecting to get called up one night with a request. Time to return the favor.
He has to teach one of Bangâs brats how to run a business.
It sounds like a large undertaking that he really doesnât want to deal with. How do you teach someone how to run a mob? He doesnât actually run one himself - heâs just the facilitator. The mafia is a little bit different. And how long would it take? Heâs not really ready for a several-month commitment. He has more on his plate than some stupid kid that likes to run head-first into danger.
So here he sits, in his office at the tippy-top of Dal, waiting for said stupid kid to show up for their meeting. It isnât his first time seeing the kid, just his first time talking to him. Every past experience has had him talking to Sung, while Yongguk stood off in some corner of the room. No more than passing glances were acknowledgement to each otherâs presence.
He turns over a paper in his hand, reading this monthâs financial report as he waits. Theyâve spent less than last month and are still managing to make sales records. Their profit margin is going to increase exponentially if they keep this up. Wonderful.
Itâs another two minutes before the kid shows up, and by now heâs late by five. Jongup understands that it does take a while to get up here, but punctuality is key to any good business. If you come late, youâre going to look like you donât really care - youâre unreliable.
"Youâd better have a good excuse," he states, lowering the paper and looking down his nose at his guest, "I wonât accept anything to do with the elevator."
Yongguk had no idea why he agreed to this. It was too early in the morning to have a solid grip on any of it really, though still the buzzing thoughts seemed to be relentless despite his lack of sleep. Why had his father suddenly expressed an interest in his attitude? How the hell did he think a âbusiness meetingâ was going to fix it? As far as he could see, there was nothing wrong with his attitude. Â Aggressive, determined, his father had never demonstrated a problem with it before now. In fact Yongguk had liked to think his aggression and his propensity for dark activities had made his father proud, in some weird sense.
Though regardless of what he had thought, apparently that wasnât the case. It wasnât much of a bother to him however. He had never liked his father much anyway. The only real thing heâd ever done for Guk was give him the means to his end and allowed Joon into their home without any protest. He never had to work; heâd always been given what he wanted when he wanted it. If one were to think deep enough into it theyâd probably find that that may have been why he picked up looting at such a young age. The melancholy of it was that heâd probably never come to realize such, his past was something he rather hated thinking about. It was so much easier to just move forward. The train of thought heâd acquired was weirdly subjective he noted, and decided itâd be better to focus on what was at hand. He gave a small glance to his side and then passed it forward again when nothing in his sight had differed from what heâd expected. An older male, his brother has taken on a steely expression and had been strangely silent the whole time making their way here. Joon was always by his side, protecting or trying to advise Yongguk in some way, advice of which he seldom ever actually considered, never mind actually listened to. Perhaps he didnât have anything to give this time around, or maybe he was just staying silent for the sake of not getting Yongguk irritated right before an important meeting. Itâd never stopped him before though.
It was then that he noticed that the walk down the hallway had been a bit longer than he expected. Checking his watch it seemed theyâd probably be just over five minutes late. It probably wouldnât have even been that long, had Yongguk not stopped and decided to put a bullet in one of the more sordid family members visiting his father, whoâd had the nerve to make an off-handed comment about him as a joke. A shame he hadnât heard through the grape vine about Yonggukâs low tolerance for disrespect, perhaps if he had he wouldnât be in a hospital bed right now. A bit of a smile poked his lips thinking about it. Heâd been so caught up in actuality that heâd almost not noticed the doors open for them to step into the office. But yet there they were, standing in front of Moon Jongup a head of DAL and as heâd heard a rather lucrative gambling ring on the darker end of things. It wasnât even before he introduced himself that the man had demanded an explanation for them being five minutes late. Yongguk was more than happy to give him one. âSorry there was an⌠almost death in the family.â The smile prodded his lips once more as he explained; Joon gave a subconscious frown in response. âThe next time he wonât be so lucky, I promise.âÂ
