for some reason , minjun seems to be incredibly content and satisfied with the choice he had made this time who to choose for the small jobs they occasionally commissioned other people to do from time to time and no need to mention how many useless people he had come across who fucked it up , got killed or literally disappeared and never showed up ever again . wasn’t exactly a sunday walk through a park though , who the hell wasn’t aware of that ? the hotel casino owner surely was one of the few who payed really good but expected exactly the amount of their money to meet its standards . one leg draped over the other as he , with the same intensity gives in to the tone that other had seemed to turn into a more serious one and still do eyes scan other as if a LOOK could UNDRESS already on its own . guess … what’s hiding and how body is sculptured , wondering what it would take pretty face to give into something far darker than just pleasure . obviously all just theoretically , in his own mind . chin slightly tilted forward as he smugly smiles lightly ; “ i’m not spilling the MOST INTERESTING just yet . “ by now another cigarette has find its way to his lips , freshly lit in between his slim fingers as he pulls out a phone , for the first time do eyes break stare as he proceeds to look at the illuminated screen . without noticing do corners of lips curl downwards as he presses them into a thin line , usually a dead giveaway that something was upsetting the male , subtle expression of anger or annoyance before eventually explosive spirit would take over and deal with it .
he lays phone down between them , turning it towards other’s reaction to reveal a picture of someone who pretty much seemed a similar age as them along their twenties . arm comes up to the edge of the sofa they were sitting on for other to lightly lay cheek against loosely formed fist , knuckles against cheekbone before eyes come up again . “ you can ask for LESS than your LIFE is worth . if you wanna prove me that your price SHOULD be higher –––––––––– SHOW IT TO ME . “ . strangely for someone who does as much business as the red-head does , he does not like people disagreeing with him , denying or speaking against what he has to say and many times ( more than he can count ) has he lost temper in the process or entirely given up on people out of personal rage and by now everyone knew––––––– mangjeol minjun is a high spirited man who looses his cool far too easily if provoked . he simply shrugs raising his eyebrows in challenging manner , in the last decade pretty much NO ONE had shown anything to minjun so it has become a phrase to practically throw around whenever he was making these deals . “ you’ll deliver a package to this guy . someone will take you there and wait for you to come back right away . you need to make sure that he is the one receiving it personally , into his hands–––– don’t wait for him to open it , immediately get out of there . that should be EASY ! shouldn’t it ? “ , he is going back to the ( obviously old ) phone’s home screen to open an app that didn’t really look like it had any use at all , “ make sure to tick this box as soon as the package is out of your hands––– destroy the phone after that . “ . literally all the little app with a black background has is a big button in the middle that will tick the box and turn colour into red if tapped , closing the app before he looks back up to the other . minjun does not think that it is important to tell other anything about the content of the package or whatever the app or the phone was for––––– didn’t seem like information the other should know and for the better , at least in his own opinion . package was destined to explode if box is ticked and it is opened , explosion roughly enough to take small house down and turn it into a bricks . minjun did not really know if the other was really eventually going to agree , who he had worked before and what he had done but it is not like he cared––– money was an easy tool to bend someone to own will compared to the others . wouldn’t it be a FUNNY SURPRISE to see the look on other’s face ? if only he could !
“mm...” the noise is low and thoughtful, but more of a pretense than anything else, really, “i would hope not.” the pleasant, sweet smile returns to his face, angled slightly away from his client again-- maybe respectful, or maybe equal parts coy. “that would make you about a quarter less interesting, i would say.” hazy grey eyes slide over again, sharp and fixated on the smallest movements-- the focus of his vision sliding over the thin fingers sliding out another cigarette, the way they tap over his phone, up towards the shape of the older man’s mouth flattening into a thin, displeased line. on the contrary, his own smile stays in place, as if trying to appease. “but of course, that’s not the case.”
as suggested, his eyes dart down to the device the elder places down in front of him. and if calculation was something that could be visible through pupils alone-- silver’s irises have turned a sharp, steel grey, analyzing, assessing-- and the smile is gone now, expression blank, an empty canvas, as he etches every inch of the target’s features into his brain. he blinks once, as if turning off a switch, his stare snapping back over to the man speaking-- the words allowed through the filter of his hearing now that his focus has been redirected. that almost malicious grin, not malicious enough, too syrupy around the edges but just jagged enough in the wrinkles around his mouth-- it returns to his face. “alright mister, i’ll show you proof. ‘cause i can promise you-- i’m always very eager to please.”
silver’s expression does not waver as he patiently and intently absorbs the detail of his... task. he sits very still, unblinking, though his head cocks slightly to the side. nimble fingers delicately grabbing the old phone from the other man’s hands. he double checks the features, turns it over once for good measure. deliberately, he moves his own phone from his pocket to a hidden one inside his coat, and replaces it with the one he’d just acquired. “easy peasy,” he replies almost childishly and without hesitance, that little sparkle of adrenaline or excitement returning to his pupils-- as it always does when dealing with jobs or people he finds particularly interesting. and of course the errand boy is curious about it all, his body practically buzzing from all the ideas, vivid and graphic, that run through his head of what he could possibly be causing. though, he could just have watched too many of those crime dramas he loves, and it could be a strawberry frosted cupcake for all he knows. (of course, after working in this... industry-- he is being completely sarcastic.) however, he betrays none of his interest on his face.
“mm, alright. yes sir, got it sir.”
the student tugs his scarf back up to wrap snugly around his neck and mouth, round eyes widening just a fraction to restore that hint of youthful innocence before he departs. “alrighty then, mister. i’m ready for that package, and my guide, whenever you are.”