“Father…” Mr. Kun looked up at his son as he entered the room.

He smiled and set the paper he was reading over down. “Yes, Song-cha? Is something the matter?”

“I was reading over the contract you signed.” Song-cha held up the deed for the club that Namjoon had sold to Mr. Kun.

“Is something the matter with it?” Mr. Kun frowned. Doubt started to creep in. Maybe he shouldn’t have trusted a mafia leader.

“No, Mr. Kim legally gave it to you and step-mother, no harm no foul.” Song-can said, shrugging.

“Then why did you bring it up?”

“There’s something strange on here.” Song-cha admitted. He looked down at the paper and flipped it till he was about halfway through all of what the property entailed. “Kim Taehyung.” He read aloud. The man looked up at his father. “He is part of the property in the club, but I never saw or heard of a Kim Taehyung when step-mother took me to survey the club with her.”

“And why are you bringing this up with me? If he was not there, then there is nothing wrong with that, we are not slave holders.”

“I’m interested.” Song-can admitted. “Step-Mother said that she saw him once, and he was the most beautiful person. She also told me that Kim Namjoon had sent one of his men to survey the club a few months back and had apparently kidnapped one of the dancers there. So perhaps they are keeping him against his will.” Song-cha handed the deed to his father. “If that is so, I would like for you to call Mr. Kim and tell him to hand the dancer over so that we may discuss taking him off of the deed and free him from whatever they are doing. After all, they’re part of a mafia and they must be doing some cruel things to the poor boy.”

Mr. Kun furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the deed, flipping through it to see, that there was, in fact, a name printed on it, stating that there was a person that came with the property by the name of Kim Taehyung. “I will give him a call. But are you sure that he is being kept there against his will?”

“Step-Mother said so. And you know how she is.” Song-can shrugged.

Mr. Kun nodded. “I will have to talk to Hyeri about this, thank you, son.”

-

Namjoon was working through some paperwork when he received a call.

“Kim Namjoon.”

“Mr. Kim.” Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows when he recognized the voice of Mr. Kun. He had not expected to receive another call from the man. He thought his business was done with him.

“Mr. Kun. To what do I owe this call for? I did not expect you to reach out for me again.”

“I was not planning to, but my son has brought to my attention something on the deed that I feel I must discuss with you.”

“Oh? Please do share. I did not think that there was anything wrong with the deed.”

“Kim Taehyung.” Mr. Kun read allowed. Namjoon froze. “Does that name ring a bell?”

“Yes. Yes it does. Why are you bringing it up?” Namjoon asked coldly.

“It lists him as an asset to the club, and I was wondering if you had him in your custody.”

“What is it to you?”

“He technically belongs to me now.” Mr. Kun said, his voice just as cold to match Namjoon’s. “I would like for you to hand him over, as you gave everything on that property over to me.”

“I am afraid that that will not be possible, Mr. Kun.”

“Then I will have the authorities over at your house in the next half hour, Mr. Kim, to collect what is mine. I had known that mafia men were good for nothing on their word. Kim Taehyung does not belong to you, Mr. Kim.”

“He doesn’t belong to you either.” Namjoon spat, hanging up the phone.

Both men sat in their offices angry, each at a different understanding of what had just happened.

Behind the office of one stood a worried lover.

Behind the other.

A smug one.