It was chilly.

The evening breeze was heavy, cold against Hoseok's skin. On a normal evening, he would have enjoyed the cool weather, but his clothing was a lot lighter and didn't exactly permit him to savour and enjoy the weather pleasurably.

Shivers went up his spine as he walked the road to his dorm. Despite the cold, it didn't stop Hoseok from smiling excitedly at the 1 litre bowl of Ice Cream he was carrying in a shopping bag. Vanilla flavour; Seokjin's favourite.

Surprisingly -very unlike his boss- Hoseok had been let off work an hour earlier to the end of his shift. He had thought it was a prank since his boss was a tricky piece of shit with little or no humor. But the man had been serious and had shooed him off, saying he had other business and would close the store soon.

He had stopped by a store and got Seokjin's favourite Ice Cream, so they could enjoy a peaceful evening together. Just so Seokjin could be happy. He was doing everything for Jin. Any and everything just so they could have a comfortable life now and after school.

It was enough that Jin was paying their rent, and buying all the groceries and toiletries. He, sometimes, went shopping for the both of them. Hoseok's current phone was a gift from Jin 4 months ago. They hadn't been celebrating anything. Hoseok had just walked into his room from work and had found the fresh carton on his bed with the latest iPhone model. It was very expensive, and Hoseok had snapped. He had slapped Jin for wasting money like that, not forgetting that Jin had so much money to feed the whole of Seoul of months. He had gotten angry and had tossed the phone back at Jin; rejecting it. He stormed out of the room to clear his head. When he got back 2 hours later, Jin was in the living room still crying.

The thing was, Hoseok had felt intimidated, still was. He felt inferior and worthless always being the one to receive from Jin and not giving back. Ever since his father had squandered all their money and had died leaving a huge debt for Hoseok to pay back, Hoseok's life had turned around. He had been more money conscious, more triggering, more angry, less happy, less satisfied and all he wanted was to return to his former glory, and not remain in this present status as a beggar.

He wanted to make so much money so he could buy a big mansion, buy an expensive car and move in with Jin. He wanted to be able to take Jin on vacations to different parts of the world, easily. He wanted to take care of Jin and shower him with so much love, care and money. That was why he was doing all of this, taking so much risks but he didn't care. It would all be worth it in the end.

He would be happy. And so would his love.

As Hoseok's leg touched the Hostel building's floor, his phone rang in his backpocket. The same iPhone Jin had gotten him. He fetched for the phone and a cuss word escaped his mouth at the caller.

Hoseok let his hand fall limply by his side as he shut his eyes in utter frustration. Just one evening with his boyfriend, that was all he asked for. He hit the end of the phone against his forehead as it continued to ring, then he connected the phone.

"Jung Hoseok," The voice called.

Hoseok licked across his lips briefly, shifting his weight between his legs. "Yes, boss."

"Rahul is on his way to the bus stop..."

Hoseok's eyes widened as he tossed the shopping bag with the Ice Cream away without thinking twice and began to speed walk to the bus stop. What he avoided more than anything was his colleagues at his other work finding out where he lived. He couldn't afford putting himself in such danger, putting Jin in such danger.

So, with his phone to his ear, Hoseok ran to the bus stop where his colleagues always picked him. He didn't want them knowing what direction he came from, he just wanted to be there before they arrived.

"...meet him there. Mr Lee is expecting you two," The voice finished.

"Yes, boss," Hoseok nodded.

"40k, Jung Hoseok. No mistakes, I trust you."

"Of course, boss."

"Good. Bring it over to my place when you're done."

"Yes, boss."

The phone disconnected as Hoseok stopped running. The bus stop was almost empty with only a few students going out to, probably, clubs or to answer a 'you up?' text.

No later than 3 minutes, a familiar black Range Rover pulled up in the bus stop, in front of Hoseok. Hoseok skipped over, opened the passenger side door and climbed in.

"Sup?" Rahul asked.

Hoseok shook his head at the Indian-Korean guy next to him. Rahul chuckled, his mop of black hair swiping left and right as he shook his head.

"Imagine, I promised to have dinner with my son tonight and I just sat down when the boss called me out. The disappointment on my son's face..." Rahul chuckled bitterly. "But I couldn't say no to boss."

Hoseok gritted his teeth as he imagined the amazing evening with Jin that just been ruined. They were all puppets in the hands of their boss, B Boss, playing by his rules and scurrying to his side whenever he wanted.

"Let's just get it done with, yeah?" Rahul motivated, putting up his right fist.

Hoseok eyed his fist, sighing as he met his fist with Rahul's. "Sure."

"So," Rahul reached behind the backseat and grabbed a backpack which he placed on Hoseok's thighs. "There's 40k worth of Angel Powder in that and B Boss wants it delivered to his old customer without any casualties."

Hoseok nodded as he opened the bag and inspected the goods. He grabbed a pack of the white substance and licked across the seal.

"That's fine stuff, right?" Rahul chuckled.

"Yeah," Hoseok laughed.

Rahul was Hoseok's partner. In their line if business, everyone was paired with a partner and luckily for Hoseok, his partner happened to be one of the coolest guys ever. He and Rahul had been partners for 8 months now and had gone on over 50 successful missions. The duo were the most liked because their journeys were always smooth.

Unlike most other guys in the business, Rahul was a person Hoseok respected. He was a single father, who was thrown out of his parent's house at the age of 21, a year ago, with his 2 years old son. He got involved in the business just for the sake of taking care of his son. Other jobs he applied for failed him because he wasn't full Korean. B Boss had approached him with an offer when the last place he had interviewed at threw him out on his ass.

At least, with the help of B Boss, Rahul had been able to secure a small apartment for himself and his son as well as enroll his son in a nice daycare not to far from his house. He wasn't dealing drugs because he enjoyed rebelling or taking drugs. He wanted to provide for his son. He worked hard so his son would not end up like him, a drug dealer. So his son would go to the best schools, graduate with the best results and bag the best corporate job in Korea. That was Rahul's goal.

A few weeks after they had been paired as partners, Hoseok and Rahul had gone out for a drink where they had poured out their sorrows to each other. Hoseok had told him about his bastard of a father who had put him in that condition and had died leaving millions in debt to pay.

Life wasn't easy. Hoseok wasn't even half way through with paying the debt, let alone to start planning a life for himself and Jin. It was a difficult journey, but he wasn't giving up. He was going to work harder, to fight harder to secure that perfect life for himself.

Hoseok turned on the radio and soft night blues played through the speaker as they journeyed to the far end of town.

When their destination got close, Hoseok reached into the Pigeonhole and grabbed a gun.

"Do you think that's necessary?" Rahul asked, eyeing the gun briefly.

"It is always necessary in this line of business, Rahul," Hoseok assured.

"I mean, we never have to use it anyway," Rahul shrugged.

"You never know what can happen, man. This is illegal business. Anything goes," Hoseok adviced.

Rahul nodded. "You know, you speak with so much wisdom."

Hoseok cocked the gun, grinning at Rahul. "It is what it is." He shoved the gun behind him, between his trouser and his butt.

"Dude, you're gonna blow your ass off with that stunt some day," Rahul cautioned.

Hoseok laughed. "What the hell, man? Just fucking drive."

"Okay, okay," Rahul laughed too.

In a few, Rahul was pulling over in front of an old abandoned factory.

"This place gives me the creeps," Rahul shivered.

"It looks like it jumped off a horror movie," Hoseok scrunched his face, eyeing the building that looked like it was a push away from collapsing.

Four heavy looking men mounted the door to the building, and Hosoek was certain there were more inside.

"Now that's not fair. We're outnumbered," He mumbled. Then he slapped his hand on his laps. "Let's go!"

Wearing the backpack, Hoseok and Rahul climbed out of the car and headed towards the door.

As expected, their path was blocked by an angry looking dude.

"We're from B Boss," Hoseok announced.

The man pointed at the bag and Hoseok opened it, showing him the content. He nodded and allowed Hoseok passage through.

Rahul walked next to him, and Hoseok knew he was afraid. But he wasn't going to let anything happen to either of them.

The inside of the building was just as cringey and scary as the outside. Containers atop containers touched the roof, and Hoseok had to do a double take on the pieces of work overall uniforms, hanging from railings, that resembled dead bodies.

"Let's just get this over with," Rahul mumbled.

If it weren't for circumstances, Rahul would have been a chef. It was his dream.

The duo took bold steps towards where the man sat, with his bodyguards around him. He was smoking a cigarette, and from the butts of cigarettes on the table before him, he must have smoked a whole pack. This was a real addict.

"Oh, my boys," The man cheered flinging his arms in the air. "Let them through."

The bulky looking men in black bodyhug shirts moved aside and the duo went to stand before Mr Lee.

"I see you have my stuff," Mr Lee eyed the bag.

Hoseok nodded, holding unto the strap more.

"Let me see," Mr Lee sat out.

"Show me the money first," Hoseok said.

"It's all in there," Mr Lee gestured towards a silver briefcase on the floor next to his chair. "Now let me see my package."

Hoseok tapped the bag. "It's all in here. Open the briefcase."

A man approached Hoseok, heaving angrily. Hoseok took a step back, gripping the straps firmly and reaching behind him.

"It's business. You show me the money, all 40 grand. And I'll show you the package. Then we make the exchange. It's not that hard."

"You're outnumbered, you know?" Mr Lee reminded him.

Hoseok's eyes discreetly skimmed the room. There were at least 15 well built men in that room. And Hoseok was certain, that there were more around he hadn't met yet.

"B Boss will never let you go," He retorted stubbornly.

Mr Lee nodded impressively. "I like you."

Hoseok narrowed his gaze.

"Open the briefcase," Mr Lee instructed.

The briefcase was opened and shown to Hoseok. Hoseok nodded and opened the bag, he got out a pack and waved it at Mr Lee.

Mr Lee nodded.

With a counting machine, Rahul counted every dollar in the briefcase and once they were certain of the amount, then the package was weighed for Mr Lee to see.

"I like how you do business, my boy," Mr Lee commended after the exchange.

"Me too," Hoseok said, eyeing him.

"Give my regards to, B. Tell him I miss him," Mr Lee teased.

Without another word, Hosoek and Rahul left the building, climbed into their car and drove to report to their boss.

B Boss was impressed with Hoseok and Rahul for carrying out another successful operation. After paying Rahul a little quarter, they were dismissed.

Hoseok got into a bus and headed back to the dorm. It had taken 2 hours to run the errand and Hosoek was certain Jin would already be asleep. They were supposed to have a good evening! He wasn't sure when next his boss at the bookstore would let him off work that early. His only chance had been taken. But still, little by little, his debts were being paid off.

Not like Hoseok had been expecting to meet the grocery bag still tossed to one side outside the dorm, but when Hoseok looked around, it wasn't there. Someone must have seen him toss it away and had gone to take it when he left. That was how people sought death. If the Ice Cream had been poisoned, an idiot would have put his family in grief by taking it.

Shaking his head, Hoseok felt fatigued. His body ached him. All he wanted to do was go inside, take a warm bath and cuddle next to Jin as he fell asleep.

As he walked into his dorm, his voice came out tiredly, "Babe?" The lights were out, meaning Jin wasn't up.

Hoseok walked stealthily to Jin's room and quietly opened the door, so as not to wake him up. Even with the lights out, Hoseok could see the bed was neatly made and unoccupied.

He made for his room, which was just as he had left it early in the morning before he had left for school. The bathroom was empty too.

Hoseok looked at the time on his phone. 11:42pm.

It was almost midnight and Jin wasn't home. Hoseok frowned as he collapsed to the floor of the living room. He had no idea what to feel in the moment as anger and worry overwhelmed him.