Jungah tapped her fingers against her thigh as she sat in the back of the black car, gazing out the heavily tinted window. She had done one of these before, gone out and done the usual collecting, but it had been a while. Her father had slowly be separating her from the business again since the little happening a few months ago. It was frustrating since she began to grow anxious merely waiting around. Sitting around and doing nothing wouldn't help their case, she told him, so she might as well continue on.
So, he found something that should be easy. This guy wasn't some big name so her father was certainly less interested in dealing with him himself, and usually he wouldn't even deem the situation good enough for Jungah. The current circumstances, however, changed that.
When one of the thugs she was with opened up the door, she stepped out and took the driver’s hand as a guide out of the car and onto her heels. Attire, Jungah felt, was vital in situations like these. If you didn't look the part, then how could anyone take you seriously? The Kangmulpa pendant rested neatly right above her collarbone, in the space between her blouse and neck. Her pants were actually jeans this time, but they were pure black and not yet faded in their vibrancy. Their slack-like appearance were one of the few reasons she purchased them in the first place. The men flanking her as they strode into the building were dressed in suits, hair perfectly trimmed and their hands clean of any grime. The Kangmulpa had a reputation in Seoul, and they weren't about to dirty it by looking sloppy. The family wouldn't let them in the first place.
The men flanked both sides of her, faces grim as they led her around the studio. It wasn't a bad building at all. The equipment seemed fairly nice as well from what she could see through the window partitions. The light for one recording room was on, and that’s where one of the men indicated that they would be. They had been watching him and his friend for a while, noting the times they usually worked.
They barged in without a word, being greeted by two shocked faces. Jungah crossed her arms, smiling at their debtor and his friend.
“I’m here to collect what belongs to the Kangmulpa.”
Perhaps they had finally reached a break through? Daehan wasn’t sure but he knew for certain they were on the verge of something, something of substance compared to what Jonathan had been coming up with for the past month or so. He was vocal about his creative block, how much he hated that nothing satisfied him. If it didn’t sound perfect to Jonathan he didn’t want to bother with it at all. If it didn’t sound good to him, surely, the companies would agree and not buy the track for their artist.
The lingering chords were still fading out when Daehan looked at Jonathan approvingly, finally the kid was getting back to what he did best - making a good song. It was perfect for him but he knows the songwriter and he knows the guy won’t keep it for himself, even if it’ll take someone equally as amazing vocally to achieve the same feeling you get when you hear him sing it. He’s been shying more and more away from performing lately, only singing in the studio. His block also stole his confidence from under his feet, he was sleeping more but the bags under his eyes never vanished.
This was the first time Jonathan smiled? In weeks.
Their triumph is short-lived when the door is opened randomly, the sound of the doorknob colliding with the wall behind it despite the sound proofing measures made when the building was built making them jump, startled sufficiently.
Daehan’s eyes widened in recognition, his stomach dropping to his feet. All he needed was a little bit more time. He was going to pay them back, when he wasn’t working with Jonathan he was doing odd jobs around the city to get the money together -- but then he would have to replace a car tire or pay his rent, buy groceries. It was like every time he got some money he had to lose it all over again.
He doesn’t think they’ll be understanding.
Jonathan looked at the girl and her men and back at Daehan, “what’s going on?” He was slightly scared -- the men looked imposing, the girl looked even more intimidating, maybe it was her smile, he couldn’t pinpoint but he just knew she wasn’t one to be messed with. “Um, how much money?” Jonathan pulled out his wallet, the quicker they got their money, the faster they could leave and he would just ask Daehan to pay him back when he could.
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