Fancy Nightclub

@Shim Changmin Minpha was snuggled up close to the bear-like man holding him, leaning into him as he was carried into the club by the VIP entrance and up the stairs to a private room. He looked like a doll perched on his arms that were the almost the size of Minpha's waist. The head of the Black Hand was feeling quiet today, almost sad... except he had nothing to be sad about which annoyed him. Anyways, this was a good thing for everyone around him. Somehow or other Minpha had managed to gain the respect of his subordinates, but that didn't mean they all knew how to deal with the madman. Peaceful days like today, when their boss was feeling cute and cuddly, were a blessing. That meant no idiots getting shot, or at the least fewer corpses to clean up that day. When they entered the room, Changmin was already inside. Minpha wrinkled his little nose in displeasure. At what? He didn't know, he was just feeling grumpy at the sight of him. He was as tall as always. His... carrier/bodyguard was specially trained to balance out Minpha's moods and immediately noticed the minuscule change. He gently, carefully guided Minpha's head around to rest it against his chest as if putting a child to bed. He nodded at the man in the room and took a seat on the leather coaches. He placed a finger to his lips, signalling Changmin to keep quiet for a few moments and just as soundlessly instructed the confused staff to bring various food and drink. Minpha in the meantime just sat there, snuggled and eyes half-lidded as if he was sleeping. He wasn't. He was just feeling empty.