a starter for @intotheblve ft. minhee and a fur coat even though it’s april.
— she hates that she has to do this – minhee is usually the one that did the blackmailing, not the other way around. but ghost from her formative years have popped up with a little information on their favorite former escort and she has no choice but to comply. at least for the time being until she could play a better hand. she doesn’t like the task she’s been given but even though she’s been out of work that doesn’t mean she’s forgotten what it takes. the plan is simple, to infiltrate and use her old tricks in order to get the information she needed or rather that they needed. minhee didn’t know that much about the men she’d be seeing but getting her foot in the door would be the first step, and then if she could get a good look at someone for a day or two she’d have a shift to take over and hopefully the rest would work itself out.
she wouldn’t be going in alone either. she damn near demanded someone else to come with her. they didn’t have much from her to choose from. unfortunately, women involved in gangs didn’t live their best lives. a good portion of them wound up abused or worse and while that would work for something at a more basic level, a high end escort service wouldn’t send over a drug addict or an employee with a black eye. minhee, who’d been working the escort scene since before she was legal knows the ins and outs too well. that was before she knew her worth a little better, and even now when she felt lost she found herself sinking back into that same ol’ mindset of returning to what she knew best. but she didn’t want it to be like this, being forced into it. this reminded her exactly why she got out in the first place.
undeterred, minhee makes for a good silohuette, the rising of a hotel behind her as people march in and out of the revolving door. she’s dressed to the nines, fur coat and all even if the weather doesn’t call for it. the goal is to look like money – they’ll know what she’s there for and that won’t change. but if she looks like something they can’t have – not that girl from the old neighborhood who they shack up and make babies with – then that makes her job all the more easier. plus she could hide a knife without worry in a fur coat versus a hoodie or something else tacky. pacing, she waits for the girl they promised to send over. it’s getting late and if they don’t start moving soon they weren’t going to get there at a decent hour. they needed as much time in between as possible. her impatience getting the better of her minhee finds herself dialing the number of the girl they gave her, waiting for her to answer.
This was the last of what she thought she had to do to survive inside the mafia she had eventually stumbled upon. Dealing drugs was no easy game, and despite JIn being in the business since she was eighteen, it didn’t stop her from having to be exempted to do the dirty work for higher ups. To her irritation only escalated when she was tasked to be with someone to infiltrate the rival gang for information, but not the way she had preferred.
Clad in a rather audaciously-priced white leather coat, Jin had no idea how to dress for the part. There was not exactly an ‘escort 101′ for her to attend and learn, and she had finally decided to don black pumps and, god forbid, laced lingerie underneath her coat that left little to the imagination. The only upside is it was definitely easier to hide knives and a gun holstered around her upper thigh in this attire, and judging by the entrance to the hotel, there was no metal detectors for them to be caught with weapons.
Stepping out of the cab she hailed, Jin felt her phone buzz in her pocket and decided that it was her partner calling, refusing to answer as she had already spotted the woman in a fur coat using her phone. She was beautiful, as Jin had expected; not many of the mafia members could pull off such a stunt as this -- to be an escort, one must certainly look the part. Seeing that it was only the two of them with no immediate back up, Jin thought that the woman, Minhee, must be good at her craft.
“I’m here,” Jin said once she was within earshot, flipping her hair back on her shoulder. “You must be Minhee. I’m Jin,” the woman said simply. “Shall we go in?” There have been talks that the rival group had plans on moving a huge amount of drugs from one port to the other, and the mafia Jin worked for was very interested to intercept and steal the goods. This endeavor of theirs only meant a shower of blood to come.
