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@♚ kun q. beomgyu was perplexed about the whole confrontation, only wanting to protect his boss, not trouble him any further. he solely believed he did the right thing. as second-in-command, it was his responsibility to defend him without much of a protest. with how this was proceeding, it seemed to throw all his adoration to the dirt. as if all his efforts were nothing but a simple hindrance. it upset him without a doubt despite the many warnings he touched upon his behaviour before. still, as stubborn as he was, they failed to resonate with his habits. he didn't know how to fix it, and, frankly, he didn't want to. abusing his authority was one of the many more splendid moments he'd like to continue to experience, but the chill of the air his boss created almost forced his hand.

he admitted with another shake of his head. "it's not." it wasn't the first incident where his actions went a little too overboard. he glanced upwards at him with a pathetic pout, finally realizing his eyes desaturate in crimson. he took this as a positive sign that things were settling down, but the sternness of his voice made this theory somewhat unachievable.

"they haven't seen me, and i can assure you they never will. i would never want that to happen, but..." he felt his hands set comfortably on his shoulders, now feeling the entrapment he felt before only solidified. although he was slightly leaning to cower down to his higher up, he chooses a different option. as mentioned before, he was extremely stubborn. "if it's not broke, don't fix it, huh, boss?" he continued with a soft awkward chuckle while he massaged his nape to relieve some tension.

@♚ beomgyu c. Despite the other's intentions behind the act, Kun was still rather disappointed at the fact that his own second-in-command had overlooked the risk it could have potentially brought to him and the rest of Hermes. The boss himself was not an active killer, and for good reason. It was all for the sake of not bringing unwated attention to them, or worse, having Pristine media tailing after them in search of dirt they can present to their communities in District Zero. His eyes eventually lose their crimson shade but his jaw visibly tightens at the mere thought, the possibility of having unwanted people crowd at his door, poking at the facade of the Hermes mafia building in search of any valuable information they could dig up.

"This isn't the first time, Beom," Kun sighed, feeling an ache rising to his temples. "Did I not warn you about meddling with my... business parters," the term itself felt bitter on his tongue, obviously still holding quite a grudge, yet enough to move him to violence. Beomgyu, on the other hand, as spontaneous as he was, often took care of that trouble for him. In most cases, Kun would be grateful if he didn't figure out they were dead. "I know everything that happens in my own territory, remember that. If someone would have seen you, Pristine would have completely run us all over. Is that what you want to happen?"

He leans forward, resting his hands on either side of the arm rest, leaving no room for the other to move even if he wanted to. "Well then, pretty boy? Answer me," he urged calmly, his voice dangerously patient, as if he were waiting for the perfect opportunity to snap.

@♚ kun q. it was a pretty well-known fact that beomgyu acts out of his own accord. although he was somewhat devoted to his gang and respected his boss, he had his own compass to guide him in unorthodox ways. he was pretty pleased with the aftermath of the impromptu meeting with the businessmen in the elevator that he was confident enough to receive some reward, a cash bonus perhaps, for defending his boss' pride. he would've bet anything, that is until his boss' head lowered in disappointment and almost glared at him with those tainted red orbs of his. he felt uneasy but combated that with the light tone he sported since his arrival. "nothing... i talked to them a little, but that's it." he fanned his hand around in an attempt to dismiss it, but he continued persisting, interrogating what had occurred as he slowly approached him.

he watched cautiously, his relaxed posture now proper. he felt like he was trapped on the couch as the space between them closed in. it was humorous now to think his limbs were comfortably easing into the cushions just minutes ago. he felt his fingers on his chin and, although, gentle it still resulted in him gulping in air and eyes panicking around the room.

"l-like i said, i talked to them... ok, well... i had to teach them a ing lesson! hearing them through the door made my blood boil. i couldn't have them talk to you like that and walk away scott-free, boss." he admitted with a shy shake of his head. "i didn't think you'd find out... i hid the bodies well, i swear." his hands curled on his lap, mentally preparing for the worse.

@♚ beomgyu c. A greeting had just slipped out from Kun's mouth when he had sensed it, that familiar metallic scent of blood. Carefully, he looks up from the mess of files on his desk, ignoring his phone that had been incessantly flashing with email notifications since the past hour. He knew it all too well when that certain tone in his second-in-command's voice reached his ears, almost always used as a cover-up of some sort right after the other had done something he probably would not agree to. Judging by the fact that he had almost gotten himself into a fight with some rude clients, he could easily assume that Beomgyu had done something out of line. Again.

Kun exhaled in frustration, pressing his knuckles against the polished wood of his desk. He stared the other down with a look of disappointment, a little bit of anger swimming in those slightly red orbs of his. "All right," he almost growled, blonde hair falling over his eyes as he flicked his head downwards slightly, "what did you do this time?"

The alpha rounded the desk, his steps light yet intimidating, stopping right in front of where the other was currently reclined comfortably. "There's no use lying to me, pretty boy. I'd say you tell me the truth now," Kun demanded, reaching forward to grip the other's chin gently, pulling him forward a little without much force to his hold. "Besides, how many times have you already done this before? Behind my back, too."

@⚘ hansol c. ( H ) Kun's lips ticked up in a snarl, the other's words almost sending his inner alpha into overdrive. Air struggled to fill his lungs the more feral he became, and if it weren't for his more logical self playing the role of a good-mannered wolf, he would have sunk his teeth into his shoulder by now. "Be careful what you wish for, darling," he reminds, his voice low and hushed, wavering slightly from trying to hold himself back from giving into his instincts too early. He forced his leg between the other's thighs, leaving him not much room to move as he reached for his chin, holding his gaze with his own flashing gold fading into a dark crimson red.

"Pretty little thing, I can't wait to ruin you," Kun growled against flushed skin, teeth and tongue running over soft flesh. His hands are busy elsewhere, clawing over warmth through tight mesh. He was almost tempted to rip them off, but he figured the other wouldn't be able to leave without his clothing, or his lack thereof. After leaving a blooming purple bruise just right above his collarbone, he forces himself away and out pf the other's grip despite his protest, his lips as he gently reclined against the edge of his desk. "Strip for me and get on your knees. Then maybe I'll consider breeding you like a tonight."

@♚ kun q. Hani was the bolder and more sassy and even y alt of the four, his hands slipping into the alpha males thick hair, his head leaning back into the wall as he felt the others lips and hot breath move up against his smooth skin, he couldnt hold back the moan that had slipped from his throat, his lips stretching into a pleased grin. He lifted his meshnet covered leg up and slid it up and hooked it arlund the alphas leg and pressed himself up into the male. A hand clawing at his shirt and his orange eyes bright and bold and filling with lust.

"I want You... i missed you Baby i want you so much, i knew if i was a good boy you would love me too.~ i want you to breed me so bad~"

@♚ kun q. beomgyu was not the nosey type, not in the slightest unless the subject revolved around money which was the sole reason he laid an ear against the intimidating doors of his boss' office. although the conversation was mostly muffled since he first listened in, it was a matter of time before the words reached a state of clarity at the heat of the two parties' argument. shouting, slamming, and puffs of frustration. it all piled up into one of the worse prepositions he ever had the displeasure of listening into. clearly, they didn't take into account his boss' intelligence considering the blatant scam they were proposing, and that alone infuriated him despite not being the target. regardless, he felt obligated to defend his boss and prove his loyalty to him whenever those chances present themselves to him. this certainly being one of them.

as he heard a loud dismissal thanks to a loud slam of his desk, he opened the doors for the guards to throw the duo out, but before they officially did, he slipped away to the elevator and pushed a random floor to shut the doors. it was a chance to give them a taste of what they truly deserved. as the chimes of each floor ringed, memories of them disrespecting his boss flashed into his mind and triggered a rampage unimaginable. let's say there was a lot of blood.

when he returned to the previous floor, he straightened his suit and combed through his locks as he made his way back to the office. there was a smidge of blood peeping through his collar; otherwise, it was mostly covered by the dark of his jacket. he knocked cautiously at his door before he let himself in. "sorry, boss. i went to take care of something... i guess the meeting didn't go too well, huh? what a bunch of jackasses." he the corner of his lips, pleasantly surprised to find more blood before he took a seat on one of the available couches to lounge.

@♚ beomgyu c. Kun wasn't angry, or at least that's what he tried to convince himself with as he watched the two businessmen before him gather their things angrily and head straight for the door moments after he rejected their entire petition. He knew a potential trap when he saw one, and the demon-fallen angel duo were no good at hiding the underlying intentions of their supposed partnership. No amount of sweet talking had gotten Kun to agree to whatever it was they were trying to offer, because the reality of it all started to surface the moment the duo got desperate, whipping out arguments out of thin air in an attempt to save their deal. But no, he wasn't having any of it. Not today. Not ever.

He simply dismissed them, wordlessly gesturing towards the door as they glared at him from the other side of his desk. The demon's hand noticeably twitched as the duo stood, and Kun's eyes flashed a deadly red in warning, a reminder that he would not tolerate being challenged in his own territory. And even if they did, only a fool wouldn't realize that he had the upperhand here. With that, after a firm slam of his hand onto the desk, he sends them away, albeit with a lot more struggle than necessary.

Halfway across the threshold leading to the door, they started spewing insults at him, cursing the gods under his name as if doing so was going to get Kun to care and reconsider. In the end, not wanting to be the one to get aggressive himself, he has the guards the duo out, their voices echoing in the hallways and ringing painfully in his ears. He curses under his breath, watches the two disappear behind elevator doors, and slams the door to his office shut.

@⚘ hansol c. ( H ) Satisfaction rumbled deep in the alpha's chest like a low purr, a smirk of content gracing his lips. "Good boy, so obedient," he praises, reaching around to rest a warm hand against the other's lower back. His eyes sparkled briefly, impressed at such intuition, everything he had wanted for the past few days so easily handed over to him. To anyone, it would have been nothing but a tiny piece of paper with too many numbers. But to Kun, those exact dates that were printed so neatly onto the paper were all he needed to make his future purchase easy, and most likely end with him bringing such an expensive diamond back home. Perhaps, he could continue to piss off everyone in the capital by taking such treasure into the so-called 'dirty slums' of the districts.

Kun slips the paper under a compartment under his desk, tucking it away where it was safe from unwanted eyes. He breathed out softly, his fingers ghosting along the man's sides as he took the initiative of pressing the other up against the wall, burying his face in his neck with a low growl. He scoffs knowingly, nipping at his jaw experimentally. "Maybe you do deserve my attention tonight," Kun mumbles under his breath, hands already wandering. "Tell me then, darling, what do you want me to do to you, hm? Tell alpha what you want."

He was aware that Hansol currently had an alter up front, judging by their varying levels of boldness that differed with each visit they made to his office. And even though Kun wasn't the best at knowing who was who, he made it a habit to slowly learn about them in hopes of being able to differentiate.

@♚ kun q. The way the others dominating Aura exuded around him, heyes slowly looking into the others eyes, his own big and doey like now, his demeaner had shifted in that instint and he let out a submissive mewl. "Yes my alpha... forgive Us." When he said us he meant his alts that would say different things, and he flushed in the darkness feeling so vulnrable, Sollie tge softer shy alt had come out due to the Alphas dominance. He wanted attention from Kun, he missed the attention, he wondered if Kun at least missed him even just a little bit?

As if on a switch of some sort, The male es eyes fell shut once more and within a few seconds his eyes opened again, this time a more flirtatious gaze even to his alpha. " Angel Hani has come to give Kun some nwws... news that he just might love to hear. If you will do me the pleasure of giving us your attention? We missed Alpha's touch so much... but we just had to come and see you."

He reached into a small pocket of his totebag nesr him before pressing his y body a little into the other as a sign of respect but longing fof him. Handing hin a piece of paper sith something written on it. The angels eyes flicked odange in tge darkness and a soft smirk on his pretty lips.

"I think this will be of grate use to you... i promise you won't be disappointed... have i yet ever disappointed my Alpha?"

It was the exact time and and date od the shipment the other was looking for, and Hani was one to always lend a hand to him because of his insight powers he possessed. How did he know the leader of Hermes was in need of this? He could say it was a gift and a curse of an ability they (his alts) held...

@⚘ hansol c. Kun acknowledges the other's arrival with a small hum, the sound of the door echoing in his ears as someone entered his private office, his brow now raised as the visitor approached him. "Good evening, angel. You have quite a thing for showing up with little warning, now don't you?" he mused, the heels of his dress shoes clicking softly against marble floors as he turned to face him. "Mind telling me what has brought you here?" he inquired, a soft hint of maliciousness in his tone, "I don't recall asking for anything tonight."

Indeed he hasn't. In fact, he had not had much time for himself since the past few weeks. Too engrossed in his work, and perhaps those beautiful stones sitting idly at a damned cargo ship somewhere in the ocean, he could not find any time for leisure, let alone rest. He was fortunate enough that the lack of sleep had yet to show on his face, but he supposed he had his lupine blood to thank for that. Staring at the moon had saved him from exhaustion for the past nights, leaving only the sensation of a high in its wake, like caffeine rushing straight into his bloodstream.

"That's 'alpha' for you," Kun corrected playfully, his chuckle low and dark as he pried himself from his view at the window. "Remember where you are, angel. You're standing in my territory, and I demand respect," he reminds with a devilish grin, stalking over to the other man with all the grace of a looming predator. Ever so casually, he takes the other's chin between his fingers, pulling him a little closer to match his eye-level. "Go on, darling. I want to hear you say it."

@♚ kun q. "Elevator on tge right and all the way up to the top floor his office is the big door ahead." The late front dest worker replied, the male was dressed in a black silk pants, matching shirt and meshnet underneath it all, a blue spiked color around his neck, he enjoyed wearing them, not to mention they made good weapons as well, his shoes clicked a long as he made his way to the elevator, and while he was in the enclosed moving compartment he sent a text to the man he was about to see. "I'm coming for you~ ;)" he liked making little surprised visits to the leader of Hermes, and he was looking forward to destressing him well tonight.

The elevator had finally come to a halt as the doors slid open and the fallen angel had adjusted his tote bag over his shoulder and he looked doen at his hidden goth heals that added that flashy but chic look to his outfit, believe it or not he looked good in pretty much everything, you wouldnt believe what some clients liked seeing him dressed in. As long as they paid he didn't care. He adjusted his hidden black harness that was iver his crop top meshnet under the silk jacket. His makeup was dark eyeliner, soft dark smokey and his lips were a shade of glossy rose.

He smirked to himself as he came apon the door, Nd opened it knowing Kun knew of his arrival, and not to mention he has some vital information for the male he knew would benefit him, how does he come across such information? Well he would not tell every detail, but always ensure his information was accurate, it was almost like he could forsee what someone was in need of, perhaps it was an angel thing.

"Good evening Kun Senpai" he liked calling him Senpai he stood in the office now and was walking towards the other male with a sleek half smile, not afraid to openly be close to Kun in this private place.

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@⚘ hansol c. Tonight's evening was particularly a quiet one. Sitting alone in his personal office, elbows threatening to leave a dent in the polished wood of his desk, sat the boss of the Hermes mafia. The lights in his office have since been dimmed to an intimate sunset glow, the silver pendulum on his desk slowly coming to a halt as he worked late into the night. A stack of new trade documents lay before him, bearing all the records and schedules of all the cargo ships coming into the capital harbor. He had had his eyes set on a couple of precious stones from next month's trade, and several more after that. They were a luxury his materialistic self could not resist, but unfortunately, to get them he would have to be quick. Gemstones were always one of the fastest things to disappear from the auctioneer's table, it was more a matter of time than a matter of money.

But recently, he had found something interesting in the cargo ship records that could have been of great use to Hermes, or perhaps to the other mafia, if he could get his hands on it. A device of some sorts, as he would vaguely call it every time he was questioned. It was a potential target, yet the schedule of its ship had been blurred out by faulty printing, and now Kun had been struggling for days trying to find another access to the capital's trade schedules, which by now have probably changed. At this point, he was most likely going to leave the auction without it, but at least he could have his precious little diamonds in his hands if he managed to bid quicker than the auctioneer could speak.

He stares down at the records on his table before shaking his head finally, pushing himself away from his table just as the telephone rung, the front desk telling him of someone who had asked to be sent up to his office. Now Kun had plenty of visitors, some for business and some for... other matters. It was currently midnight, and he could not recall any client who would even visit him at this hour. And so he waited, ignoring his files as he stood before the large glass windows, admiring District One's busy nightlife.