Shixun Apartment

@☑️ pu canlie Being terrorized by the constant ringing of the doorbell was definitely not how Shixun liked to be wakened, least of all at three in the morning. But as much as he'd like to stay cuddled in his pile of blankets and pillows, he couldn't ignore the incessant sound of the doorbell. It was deafening.

"What the ," he mumbled to himself, not in his best mood when he sluggishly got up and threw a dressing gown over his shoulder to appear somewhat presentable since he only wore his boxers in bed. Running a hand through his hair, he headed to the door to first turn off the doorbell. He made a mental note to do that from now on so no one could ever disturb his precious sleep anymore.

Staring at the screen on the door opener, he recognized Canlie, his mother's friend's son. When did he arrive in Korea? And for what reason would he even come to visit Shixun? His mother didn't mention Canlie when they talked on the phone earlier today. Grumbling to himself, he opened the door with arms crossed in front of his chest.

"If you don't stop making noise, I'll call the security to kick you out," he huffed at the older, not intimidated at all, even at the other's height. Shixun grew to be tall, too. He didn't cower in front of the other despite knowing of his profession and position in the Chinese underworld.

@☑️ Shixun “Master, let us do this while master should rest at the hotel.”
“No need. Wait for my call at the parking. Call me something happens.”
“yes.”
Pair of indifferent umbers watched the retreating backs of four men cladded in black and when they were out of sight, with a heavy sigh escaping his parched lips, they pair of umbers finally shown some human emotions in them and that being no other than complete defeat. Even the most feared lord of the night had to give in to his mother’s childish whims. It was not that he particularly hated the idea of what was being asked of him to do, but—no offense mother -- it was honestly ridiculous. What kind of mother threatens her son who is about to be heir of the underworld no less to get all chummy with the son of her best friend who he had not seen for – uhmm… years?
“Jesus. This is tiring.” He felt as powerless as a new born baby, sluggish limbs carrying themselves to the grand entrance while dragging a giant luggage full of home cooked dishes (“A mother’s love, Canlie!!!! How dare you say it’s unnecessary!!” The moment when he refused to take it with him.). After giving the security at the front some basic details of where he was heading and who to meet, a quick signature and he was given the direction. The trip to the apartment was more long than he would admit. Who lives so high—wait, I do but that was another case. Least the place looked nice enough and the elevator didn’t stink.
“you better be home shixun.” Muttering under his breath, he didn’t hold back abusing that poor pristine doorbell, not giving a damn about noise pollution or whatsoever he was taught back in the school days. He was tired. Mentally to be exact. As soon as his private jet hit the ground of Seoul, he was hauled to deal with the matter of small gangs rebelling and those s were being illogical which led him to loose temper and he might have shot a few in the leg. It was three in the morning. Even the gods sleep.
“ARE YOU HOME OR NOTT? OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!”