Junseo’s lunch break is bothering Seokjin in his office with sushi platters from the set and talking about mutual interests. Not very often does Junseo land a job with his uncle’s entertainment company working as a stunt double and he sees his hour-long recess between scenes as a catch-up-with-the-cousin-time. Several minutes into their conversation of jazz artists, there was a knock on Seokin’s door. He told the secretary to come in.
“We have a situation, sir,” Seokjin was informed. Junseo motioned with his eyes that he could leave if it was private, but his cousin told him to stay. The secretary complied and brought in a sweaty man with hands cuffed together with plastic twist ties. Seokjin quirked his brow. “What’s going on?”
As the secretary explained that the man was caught trying to embezzle money from the company, both Junseo and Seokjin walked toward the culprit. Junseo gave his cousin a brief look and pulled a Glock from his back holster, pointed it at the now quivering man, and calmly added, “Well, I think this will help fix the situation.”
The secretary tried to stifle a yelp that tore out of their mouth. Seokjin glanced at the unregistered weapon in his cousin’s hand and simply said, “That’s irrational,” For a second, the secretary and the thief breathed easily. Seokjin brought out his own but with a Silencerco Osprey attached and aimed for the man’s head. “Glocks are quiet but safety first, Jung.”
“You’re right, Moon,” he smiled to be stand corrected and fished for his own in the pocket of his slacks. “How careless of me.”
Of course there would be someone trying to embezzle money from their company. It’d only make sense. Seokjin had thought the numbers weren’t being added up over the course of the last few months, though that was something he should’ve taken upon himself to look further into. “Tsk tsk, Seokjin...” The male reprimanded himself despite the somewhat tense situation, his head shaking.
Nevertheless, he approached the bound male after offering him an amused once-over; lips curling up into a somewhat knowing smirk as the thief brought his nervous gaze to the head of his silencer. Seokjin always seemed to love the power a gun provided whenever it was in his hands -- no matter how skillful the other party was, one mere bullet could end their life for good. That’s all it took. “You don’t fuck with the company, Mr. Han. Don’t fuck with my money. I thought we knew that by now?”
The atmosphere stood apprehensive for a moment, and Seokjin’s gaze glazed over to his trustworthy secretary who was keeping the thief in place. He could sense their uneasiness about the whole situation, and one nod was more than enough for them to understand what he was trying to say. Go. We’ll take it from here.
With the frantic secretary out of the way, Seokjin walked a bit closer and pressed the muzzle of his glock against the thief's forehead. Keeping his gaze on him, a wry smile settled onto his lips as his cousin pulled out a similar glock to his own. “Now speak. Where’s my money?”
The thief’s voice stood stuttering, almost as if he was trying to come up with a sharp, concise answer to please both him and Junseo. A lie. It was obvious the thief didn’t have an answer for him. What money? He would never get it back at this point. Seokjin grit his teeth in anger at the thought, and Junseo had to stop Jin’s index finger from pressing down on the trigger with a hand on his shoulder. “Well? Are you going to speak or not?” Seokjin directed his question at the thief.
