Lake Como

@✪ Jung Yunho A fight? The Leader of their gang wanting to physically fight San?
Has Yunho lost...his mind....San thought.
Clearly his father wasn't honest about San's history.
Because anyone who KNOWS San's history, would not put themselves in a dangerous position with him.
"A fight? No offense....sir. But I promised not to fight with gang members, that promised was with your father and I told him I would take it to the grave."
This is honesty- from San. He truly made that agreement with Yunho's late father whom treated San with the utmost care in the world and he is forever grateful.
His eyes lingering away from Yunho as the sound of a clicked tongue can be heard leaving his lips.
"Anyway- heard you've been hanging around lately....you bored at home? Should find some hobbies. Like sailing on a boat or some . Any specific missions you'd like me to do?"

@Choi San Yunho wasn’t a stupid one, after his father death, he re-examined all of his subordinate background, even kicked some, seeing potential betrayal with them in the future. Both of their father were quite close one to another, that was why San stay. Yunho too, tired from this non-sense talking, being nice and everything, just because it’s a public space. “I’m also sick of this non-sense talking so let me cut the chase and invite you for a fight on the ring. No weapon, only material arts involve. The winner will be able to request on anything and he has to comply on whatever the winner decide on. Are you in it?” San might be attracted to his offer and at the same time, he could give some lesson on this young, inexperienced man.

@✪ Jung Yunho Truth be told, San was bored of these same conversations that he felt like he was having a lot more recently.
Always being questioned, why he is mad, why does he fight....repetitive same old bull.
Taking a moment to side step away from Yunho, allowing space between the two men.
San side glanced his so called 'boss' with his lips parting to exhale an annoyed sigh.
"I'm getting sick of these questions, you know? Lets be honest. You don't give a about what I want or do with my life as long as I serve you some sort of purpose. My own father warned me about you guys, the only reason why he doesn't get involved is because I told him to back off. He had a close relationship with your father and here we are.....just two guys chatting like friends while you kill your lungs."

The words spoken had a hint of hatred that strung along within his sentence. Its obvious San did not take a liking to anyone that came into his presence, the chill weather brushing against his exposed skin as he slowly turned his body to now fully face Yunho..
The look upon his visage though- not a pleasant one.
He dared to speak the following words.
"Don't you have better things to do than stand here and try to pretend like you ing care about me? Because honestly, I don't give a about you."

@Choi San Yunho chuckled over his rejections, found him interesting since most gangs used nicotine afs their little escape from their hellish life but it’s a big no for San. “Dark outlook hm? Instead of no one, for me that’s everyone.” He watched how the sky changed from a baby blue colour into an orange pinkish one as the sun was getting ready to set. Even from the moment he was born, it was all negative and dark around. “If you called yourself a little one, don’t go around and make trouble. I skim all over your history and damn, now I know why my father have a severe headache everyday.” Exhaling the nicotine for the last time, be dropped it on the grass before stepped on it. “What are you looking for? What do you want? Why are you acting like this? That’s all the question I wanna ask you and get the answer from you.”

@✪ Jung Yunho "Oh joy..sparing me. How kind of you, /sir/" San responded with a hint of sarcasm laced with his tone.
The feeling of cold metal scraping his flesh just slightly has him squint but not express any sort of pain, he merely brings his fingers up to wipe off any lingering reddish fluid before his brown irises finally turn to face Yunho.
As expected, Yunho had a tired expression, charming features and tall.
As most gang leaders tend to look.
The scent of cigarette now filling the air, has San scrunch his nose for a brief moment before he responds.
"I'll pass. I like my lungs. Training someone for the hell is a bit...intense, Sir Jung. Curious to know who hurt your feelings to have such a dark outlook on this beautiful life." The words that left San's brims were without a doubt spoken with a hint of sarcasm once more but a little truth to it.
He always put up a front for individuals he didn't care for after all. His true thoughts...were in between the lines that he spoke.
Giving his arms a stretch over his head to ease his muscles, he finally sighed.
"What brings the big man out to see little ole me?"
He questioned out of curiosity- he was always left alone so this was new to him.

@Choi San It wasn’t something he expected. He thought the guy would beg for his life but he asked him to ended it right away. “I would love to end your life, but I won’t end it so easily. I rather keep you alive, train you to be a good dog and kill you after. It sounds fantastic to me.” He smirked, intentionally leaving a small cut on his neck, small enough to be seen by others but deep enough for blood to trickled down on it. Keep the pocket knife back to his pocket, Yunho released him and facing the man he has been looking for. “No one in my gang ever want to live. They rather die and I’m just training them to live in a hell. Don’t expect heavens from me, because all I will give is a ing hell for you.” He took a pack of cigarrets before light it up, inhale and exhale the smoke into a thin air. “Want some?” He offered the man as a kind of peace offering.

@✪ Jung Yunho Peacefulness....
San came to the lake for peace and overall serenity.
He briefly shut his eyes to soak up the smell of salty air mixed with grainy sand.
He had noticed a vehicle coming to a halt nearby, which quirked a brow on his part.
"Hm." He hummed, knowing that he may have been wanted by someone for whatever reason once again. Though, the voice he heard was one he hadn't heard in a long time but he recognized it.
"Depends..on whose asking." He replied slowly, brims parting slightly just enough to release a cocky chuckle at the restraint he was currently in along with the threat.
His brown irises side glanced the older male, taking note of his facial features before further speaking.
"Your father only told me one thing every day after I got arrested.... 'Behave around Yunho'. You must be him, because no one snitches on me unless its a true threat." His eyes lingered back to the lake, staying silent for a moment, though the words that leave his lips were ones not many had the courage to say.
"Then kill me. Save me the misery of continuing to live."

@Choi San “So… who is this San guy?”

No one dared to talk, they’re eyeing, forcing each other until someone spoke up about a gang member name ‘San’. Yunho asked for report about gang activities a while ago and a guy name ‘San’ filled up almost every single record of displicinary action. By the way no one wanted to talk about him, he must be a true trouble maker. “Where is he right now?” A man handed him an ipad, showing his current location, Lake Como. “I’m going there, prepare the car.” He commanded, giving back the ipad to the owner. Less than 5 minutes, Yunho was on his way to Lake Como, a public space where most people spent their time with their family. In a glance, a shirtless man caught his attention, he must be the one Yunho has been looking for. “Stop.” The vehicle stopped steps away from the target. He came out and approached him with his hands in the pocket. “You’re San right?” Didn’t give a chance for him to answer, Yunho swiftly locked on his hand on his back. “How come someone who let down his guard so easily recruited into my gang?” His other free hand let out a knife pocket and placed it on his neck. “How about I kill you instead of making trouble here and there?” He hissed

@✪ Jung Yunho Heavy breathing- panting- a mixture of sweat and water dripping down his face can be visible upon his visage.
San had been sprinting up and down the lake for the past hour just to release built up tension. His swim trunks being an all black color, while he is completely shirtless to reveal his toned upper body.
He figured that he is alone despite the few lingering people, but it was sprinkling a little, so it was definitely odd that someone was running at the lake. Only a crazy person would do such a thing, luckily San is crazy.
He remembered getting notified awhile ago, about some new leader taking over the gang, he vaguely remembers the guys name nor did it really interest him.
But he knew at some point, he would be approached because of his history and chaotic behavior at times. He tends to stray away compared to the other members, with that being said. He took a moment to stop from running, glancing out at the water in silence. Bringing his hands to rest on his hips while he breathed heavily, as the sound of waves filled his ears.
One of s had mentioned that the leader was hunting down San to introduce himself, oddly enough it had to be the day after San had gotten into a club fight the night before and it got...out of hand. So he was probably about to get scolded.