The Mark - S & J
Seungri hated working in the small office he had within the organization, and spent most of his time avoiding doing so. His large office in the back of the bookstore that he owned was better suited to his work, but often his best work was done out in the field. He found himself locking up the store early that night. No one had come into the shop for almost an hour now and quite frankly he didn’t have the patience to sit there and wait until closing. What was the point in owning your own store if you couldn’t close down whenever you wanted, anyways? After making sure that everything was in place, he turned the sign to closed and then locked the door behind him as he walked out. He lived in the flat above the store, but he wasn’t going home. No, his true work was just about to begin.
Seungri looked in the glass of the neighboring shop to check his appearance. He had gotten ready hours ago in his boredom at the shop, but he still looked flawless as usual. Each strand of hair was placed exactly where it was supposed to be on his head, minimal amounts of makeup were used to make his features flawless and his clothes... Well, everyone knew that a white suit and black tie looked absolutely amazing on him. He was on the prowl for information on a certain mark that had been moving in closer and closer.
He didn’t realise just how close he would get that night.
It wasn’t the one that he had spent the last few years looking for, but it was a mark that he had been working on for months. The more he went after it, the more the mark seemed to slip away. It was more than just frustrating. All he knew was that it was a challenge and he wasn’t about to allow himself to lose. He found himself walking past the line into the club, ignoring the angry outbursts from people in line as the bouncers let him in without hesitation. Both of them, and the club owner, owed him big time and they knew exactly how he was. They weren’t about to go against what he wanted, and he liked things that way.
Seungri bypassed the bar. He didn’t need alcohol in his system while trying to gather information, he had learned that the hard way a very long time ago. He instantly slipped into the crowd on the dance floor and his body began to move against those around him. It didn’t matter if they were male or female, tonight wasn’t about pleasure. It was about information. He just needed to get people loosened, and a bit drunk, to be able to get the information that he wanted.
