The sound of pop music was playing inside a room in the large estate. It was only 8 am yet the music was blasting through the walls as if the person did not care if they bothered anyone. Inside, the room was pretty dark, the sunrays were blocked by thick curtains. The only source of light was the LED lights shining on the wall and inside the computer case. A man was sitting at the desk, singing along to Korean music, which was playing through his black headset, with his eyes glued to his computer screens. Round glasses were sitting on his nose and the screens were reflecting in them. They framed small dark eyes which were complimented with dark circles and a scar on his left eyebrow. One of his hands fetched his chopsticks and he gathered some of his kimchi eggs - his favorite. He lowered his black face mask and stuffed the food in his mouth. His left cheek was heavily scarred, showing part of his teeth and sharp canines. A display of horror for some, a painful memory for others. The marks went further down his shoulder to his shoulder blade, hidden underneath layers of clothes. Those scars were what turned him into the 'Tiger' or 'Horangi' in Korean, his mother tongue. He used those scars as an advantage and made a cool and large tattoo in connection to it: on his back was a large tiger and it seemed to claw at his skin right where his scar was. He absolutely loved that tattoo and was still very proud of it, often showing it off to new people he encountered when he was shirtless.

The man licked his lips to not miss a single bite of the delicious breakfast he made a moment ago. Korean words came out of his mouth as he sang along to his favorite K-pop songs. He was in his own bubble like he often did and anyone breaking it would be faced with his bad temper - and people around the estate knew not to piss him off. Only two people could get away with it, his two superiors. In front of his eyes, camera footage was displayed on his four monitors. It showed the front of a street, the back of a shop, the inside of a café, and the upper floor. The place was busy with six people working around to build the place, six of which he was very familiar with, another he had yet to meet.

Yes, he was watching every move you made around the café through the different hidden cameras the 141 made sure you would never find. Only the café was put through heavy security surveillance, though your shared house was also almost put under heavy surveillance if Gaz had not stepped in to protect your privacy. His eyes flicked to your form when he noticed you laughing. He could not hear what was happening, only see, but sometimes he wished he could hear what your voice sounded like, hear your laughter, or make you smile. He could not explain where this feeling was coming from but one thing was sure, he found you beautiful. Maybe he was starting to lose his mind after watching you for weeks almost every single day or his mind was projecting his need onto you. The man needed a break after working nonstop... Or maybe it was you who needed a break from working every single day in your café. He started to notice the sign of exhaustion you tried to hide from others, the short naps you were taking upstairs when you were alone, and the number of coffee cups you were taking per day. If you were taking a break, then he could take a break as well.

He leaned forward as he watched you lean against the hulk of a man König was and a strange feeling overtook him. His throat tightened and his jaw clenched. It was a new feeling he had never experienced before. You were doing things to the man and he hated this. What would happen to him if he ever met you in person?

"Horangi!"

A firm hand on his shoulder and a shout close to his face brought the man back to reality. He felt his soul leave his body, a shiver running up his back, and he almost fell from his chair from the pure shock of the moment. He snapped his head in the direction of whoever touched him and was about to shout at them, yet his anger quickly heated down. "Boss," he said as he straightened up, his facial expression relaxing. "Sorry, didn't hear you."

Price gave him a nod before patting his shoulder. " 's alright," he answered before his eyes flicked to the screens. He noticed you were laughing with König and Roach, a low hum reverberating in his chest. "Everything good?"

Horangi gave his boss a nod and turned back to the screens as well, pausing his music. "Yeah. Haven't seen more of them either. Seems like Ghost and Soap managed to calm the situation," he explained.

A few days, an accident almost happened in your establishment. While no one was there, a group of armed men was roaming around the building as if they were looking for something. Or someone.

"Have they spoken?" The Tiger side-glanced at his boss as he moved to another angle to have a better look at the kitchen.

Price heaved a sigh while he shook his head. "No. I had to discard them. They were useless. Whoever contracted those losers made sure they would be more scared of them than us." The man scratched the underneath of his beard, a habit he took when he was stressed or frustrated.

The other man mumbled something in Korean, frustration present on his face as well. "Could it be her? Has Los Vaqueros come back to you?" He tapped his black painted nails on the wooden desk as he waited for an answer.

"Not yet. They were still looking for any activity but nothing so far. Though," he trailed off, his eyes observing your figure from the camera footage. "Heard Alejandro wanted to talk with our little mouse."

Horangi was surprised to hear this. Alejandro was usually more focused on his family, Vaqueros, than people outside of that close circle - 141 being an exception from the close ties they had. "For what? Will he even be able to keep the secret?" The man was almost incapable of lying because he hated that. He would never spill information into the wrong hands but you were not an enemy so he was worried.

"Rodolfo would be with him. He told me he didn't trust Alejandro into not telling them who we truly are and what we're doing behind their back." A chuckle left his mouth. Those Mexican men were funny, he had to admit. Their association had been the best decision for both families. This piece of information seemed to appease Tiger, who nodded. "On another note... What I'm worried about is them." He gestured to his men through the monitors. They were crowding around you to have some of your pastries, smiles and waves of laughter could almost be seen through the screens. "They are getting way too attached to them. As soon as we've dealt with everything, we'll be out of their life."

Horangi felt something tightening painfully in his chest. He used his hand to hide his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, the look on his face was grave. He knew it was going to end like this from the beginning because this was not a world where you should be involved in. However, he also grew attached to you, to your smile, to the energy you gave off through his screens, and through the stories the boys were sharing when they had meetings or just casual conversations. There was something special about you that drew all of them to you. Maybe it was your innocence, your simplicity, or your dedication. Maybe it was all of them.

When Price was met by a long silence, the British eyed his man. He noticed the confused and frustrated look in his eyes and he had a bad feeling about it. "Horangi," he called in a stern tone. The man also got scared simply by the sound of his voice. He turned in his chair to properly face him. "You're not falling for them... are you?"

"No, Sir," he answered but he was unable to meet his superior's eyes. It was almost impossible to lie to John Price, the terror himself. He was not on top for no reason.

The silence between them was long and turned Horangi's blood into ice. Price's eyes were as cold as the Artic, one look he rarely gave to any of his men unless they did a big mistake. "Go get a break, Kim. You need it," he ordered him and Horangi did not oppose to it one moment. No matter how mad he was at them, they were still his family and he knew he had a soft spot for all of them.

Once he left, Price released the sigh that was caught in his throat. How did that happen? Why were all of them growing soft for one person? His blue eyes shifted from the ceiling to the camera. He placed both of his hands on the desk and stared at your face through the screen.

"You're more dangerous than I thought you would be. Not just for them."

He turned around and fetched his cigar from his jean pocket. He stopped to stare at it for a few seconds before a smirk was drawn to his face. It reminded him of you and of that day you stood up to him. It was.. extremely attractive. He closed Horangi's room door and lit up his cigar as he walked through the large corridor of his villa. Maybe he should see for himself what got his men so hypnotized.

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Sorry it's shorter than usual but I'm moving out so it's keeping me busy (and tired) ;; Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless and I'll try to get back to a normal rhythm once I'm settled in my new place!