#sunjoon

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Dope packaged and sealed into the doors of the all black Audi A7. Hyungwoo drove down the highway as he was told by Jung, his boss. He sped up wanting to make it to Anyang in time and so he could see Sunny, his girlfriend faster. He smiled to himself at the though of her but it quickly faded when flashing blue and red lights appeared behind him. He let out a frustrated sigh and pulled over as much as he didn’t want to. Hyungwoo put the car in park and rolled the window down. He knew to keep cool so he wouldn’t give anything away. This was a job that he was still getting used to and fucking up wasn’t an option. The cop walked up to the car with a flashlight panning it over the car then into the drivers seat making Hyungwoo squint his eyes.

“Step out of the car.” The cold said sternly.

Hyungwoo got out of the car then was instantly pushed against the door and handcuffs were put onto his wrists. “Yah! I didn’t do anything! Get off me!” He shouted with his face pressed against the car. He struggled to get out of the cops hold feeling the cuffs tighten around his wrists. 

“This car has been reported as stolen! You’re coming with me.”

“Fuck!” Hyungwoo mumbled to himself.

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Namjoon swung his arm punching a guy in the face making him fall to the ground. “Where’s my shit man? I already let you go with a warning the first time now where is it?!” He shouted and yanked the guys collar. Blood rushed from his nose and a cut was visible on his cheek,

“I already told you, it was stolen!” The guy said in a panic. Namjoon knew he was lying. It was told to him that he came back for more product and had been keeping the money for himself. They had a deal where they would split the profit but he went against it. Namjoon wasn’t stupid and had people on his side. “Bullshit!” He pulled his gold plated Desert Eagle from the waistband of his jeans and shot him in the chest. He patted him down for anymore product and searched him pockets for cash. “Bitch only had three hundred on him, weak ass.” His phone vibrated and he answered it walking away from the now lifeless body. 

In life we all have choices but for Namjoon’s life if was almost made for him. It’s not common for someone to actually want dealing as a career, so to speak. Making, selling, and money was all he knew. Since he was you he didn’t have anything. He was abandoned by his parents and was taken in by an “uncle”. That was how it all started for him and there didn’t seem like a way for him to break away.

Namjoon hung up his phone and watched his surroundings carefully as he made his way to a small office in the middle of Seoul. Another job was made available for him and he didn’t waste any time. He was fueled by money and the more he had the better he felt.

The door creaked as it opened and closed behind Namjoon. “This better be good, Jung. I can’t keep doing dumbass jobs for you. I need a profit not change.” He sat on the couch that was to the side of Jung’s desk and against the wall. Jung was the head of all the operations and was to not be messed with. The only reason why Namjoon gives him attitude is because he’s known him for so long and honestly he didn’t care. He was good at what he does.

“Seeing as one of our new guys managed to get caught and our shit taken we need a way to make that money. His little girlfriend came in asking for help. Since you’re one of the best we set her up with you.” Jung told him.

“I ain’t babysitting no bitch.” Namjoon sucked his teeth.

“You will work with her until all of it is made up.” Jung raised a brow and leaned forward grabbing a pen. He wrote down the address and the time to meet up with her.

“If I do I expect more than half.” He stood up from the couch.

“We’ll work something out.” Jung gave him a smug smile as he ripped the paper from the notepad and held it out to the other. Namjoon took the paper and looked it over. 

“Half, remember that.” With that being said he left the office while slipping the paper into his pocket.

The Next Day…

The warehouse was put to a cool temperature by Namjoon before he sat at the table. He snatched the rubber band off the stack of hundreds to count them. This had to be one part of the job that he enjoyed the most and he could do it all day. Five stacks in his phone vibrated as he received a text from Jung telling him to meet up with the girl. He rolled his eyes not wanting to be around someone that doesn't know what they're doing. It was more for him that was unnecessary. He got up from his seat with his phone in his hand. "Hey! Finish this up." He told one of the girls that was helping out with making packages.

The drive to where he was meeting her wasn't to far from the warehouse. Namjoon had his normal mean expression on his face as he walked into the small restaurant and saw the girl that had the same features that were described to him.