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In the stillness of the early morning, around 2:35 a.m., Kyungsoo, the Fire and Light family chef, was awakened by a pressing need to use the toilet. Groggily, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. After using the toilet, he was about to head back to bed when he heard hushed sounds coming from the open kitchen. His room was conveniently close to the heart of the mansion, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the source of those intriguing noises.

As he wore his penguin flip-flops and made his way down the dimly lit hallway, Kyungsoo was guided by the soft and whispered words emanating from the open kitchen. The ambient glow of the kitchen's lights spilled into the hallway, casting mysterious shadows of two people as Kyungsoo moved closer.

What he witnessed left him stunned. There, in the open kitchen, stood Don Park Chanyeol, their powerful and composed Mafia leader, engaged in a passionate kiss with Baekhyun, his captive. It was an intimate moment that shattered any preconceived notions Kyungsoo had of the man he had served for years. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't look away.

Intrigued and shocked, Kyungsoo watched silently from the corner. He observed how Chanyeol showered Baekhyun's neck with tender kisses, and whispered unheard words into Baekhyun's ears, eliciting soft moans from the younger man. A suppressed laugh threatened to escape him at the unexpected sight, Kyungsoo began to wonder how long this had been going on. However, knowing all too well who Park Chanyeol, the Mafia Don, was, he dared not interfere in such a private moment.

As the scene continued, Baekhyun suddenly pushed Chanyeol away and jumped down from the counter, only to be stopped by Chanyeol, who grabbed his wrist to prevent his escape. Kyungsoo couldn't help but let out a hushed "wow" as he decided to make his exit, tiptoeing back to his room. He knew it was time to respect their privacy.

From the corner of his room, Kyungsoo could still hear their faint conversations, and it brought a smile to his face. Witnessing Don Chanyeol kiss Baekhyun after all the fights between them marked the start of something new, and he couldn't help but wonder how this revelation would impact the dynamics of the Fire and Light family.

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Baekhyun dashed into his bedroom, his heart racing, and hastily locked the door, his chest pounding with such intensity that he feared a panic attack might be imminent. Why? It was all because of Chanyeol. They had shared not just one but three passionate kisses, and it left Baekhyun's heart in a tumultuous frenzy.

With his back pressed against the door, he anxiously awaited any sign of Chanyeol pursuing him. But after a few agonizing minutes, his heart rate gradually calmed, prompting him to retreat to the bathroom, where he confronted his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, and he resorted to slapping them to dislodge the vivid memory of those kisses. The way Chanyeol had drawn him in, the mesmerizing motion of his lips, the sweetness of his mouth—Baekhyun couldn't help but acknowledge that the mafia don was a formidable kisser. He gently touched his own lips, biting his lips, smiling and laughing to himself out of sheer embarrassment. Baekhyun couldn't help but dwell on the sensory memory of Chanyeol. Not only did he find the taste of those kisses to be incredibly sweet, but the memory of Chanyeol's enticing scent lingered in his mind. It wasn't just the physical sensations that left him reeling, but the intoxicating fragrance that seemed to envelop Chanyeol, making the experience even more irresistible. Baekhyun couldn't escape the feeling that he had stumbled into a world of forbidden desire that was impossible to resist.

He couldn't fathom how the night had taken this unexpected turn. He had never imagined that he'd share such a passionate moment with the leader of the Fire and Light Mafia family.

Despite the intoxicating encounter, Baekhyun felt a tinge of disappointment that Chanyeol hadn't followed him to his room. He had secretly hoped the don would at least knock on his door and tell him to open up so they could talk, Baekhyun envisioned that scene as seen in the movies playing in his head, but it wasn't to be. He sighed in resignation.

As he finally sank onto his bed, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy blush, a giddy feeling consumed him. Memories of Chanyeol's penetrating gaze during their confrontation flooded his thoughts. It was evident that Chanyeol knew precisely when to employ the right expressions, at the right moments, and with the perfect choice of words. Baekhyun's thoughts drifted to Chanyeol's audacious words about how he imagined the taste of intimacy. Embarrassment washed over him, and his vivid imagination transported him to a place where he visualized Chanyeol nestled between his thighs. Baekhyun couldn't help but react with a scream into his pillow followed by a frustrated hit to his pillow as goosebumps pricked his skin.

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Minseok's uneasiness had been gnawing at him since the party at the central pool of the Fire and Light Mafia estate. He paced back and forth in his dimly lit bedroom, his brow furrowed as he contemplated his next move. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in a precarious situation.

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the eerie silence of his room. Minseok swiftly picked up and went into his closet to maintain some privacy. "Yes?" he answered, his voice hushed.

The voice on the other end was shaky and desperate. "Boss, it's me. I need your help."

Ignoring his plea, Minseok asked, "Have you done the job? Did you whack him?" but when he got a no from the person on the other line, Minseok's unease deepened. "What is it? Why can't you carry out a simple task?"

The acquaintance hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I got injured, Boss. I need money and help, urgently."

Frustration welled up inside Minseok. He'd been considering cutting ties with this person, but this unexpected request had complicated things. "Tell me how it happened," Minseok demanded.

The voice on the other end quivered as the acquaintance recounted the events. He told Minseok how he went to finish the job, but it went wrong. So he got injured.

Minseok sighed, frustrated with the situation. He couldn't afford to have someone this unreliable involved in his affairs. "Did he see your face? Does he have any reason to suspect you or who sent you?"

The response was uncertain. "I'm not sure, Boss."

Minseok pressed his fingers against his temple, deep in thought. He couldn't trust this person anymore. His secret was at stake, and he couldn't afford any loose ends. He needed to see this through personally.

"Where are you?" Minseok finally asked. "I'll come to you. So I can help you get to the hospital to get the medication you deserve." the call ended with minseok cursing under his breath and drawning himself with alcohol. Something he does whenever he's uncomfortable or just wants to relax.

After a few moments, the address appeared on Minseok's phone. He looked at it, then made a decision.

It was 3:45 AM on a chilly Sunday when Minseok left his quarters alone. His car, a sleek 4MATIC Sedan | Black OC23-84, glistened under the dim moonlight. The leaves had fallen from the trees, creating a carpet of gold and orange on the ground. The area was secluded, hidden from the world, perfect for someone who wished to keep their secrets.

The neighborhood where the acquaintance lived was modest, with small, aging houses. The sound of crickets filled the air as Minseok approached the address.

The house was dimly lit, and from the outside, it seemed like a place where an occupant was trying to keep a low profile. Minseok knocked twice and entered cautiously, and there he found the said acquaintance, lying on a couch, with a plaster on his lower stomach.

Minseok's first concern was for his own safety. "Does anyone know you're here?" he asked in a hushed voice.

The acquaintance shook his head, relief in his eyes as he saw Minseok. "No, boss, nobody knows I'm here."

Minseok took a deep breath. He pulled a side stool closer and sat on it. "Explain what happened. Tell me everything." He demanded for the nth time.

The acquaintance began to recount the encounter, describing how the victim had turned the tables on him. It was clear that things had gone horribly wrong. Minseok listened in silence, his expression growing colder as the tale unfolded.

When the acquaintance had finished his story, Minseok asked the crucial question. "Did the CCTV pick your face?"

The acquaintance hesitated. "I'm not sure, Boss. I had a mask all through so it didn't get a good look at my face. Look, boss, I need money if you need me to keep this to myself." The acquaintance seemed all too ready to expose Minseok if he didn't help him out of the dire mess he'd gotten himself into.

Minseok clenched his jaw, trying to contain his frustration. He muttered through gritted teeth, "You couldn't even handle a simple task, and now you're here asking for money? What exactly do you take me for, a charity organization?" His eyes narrowed with annoyance as he shook his head in disbelief.

Suddenly, Minseok's demeanor changed. With a humorless chuckle, Minseok forcefully grabbed the man by his shirt, and leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not in the business of charity or being blackmailed. You've just made a grave mistake, my friend." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Now, tell me what exactly you expect from me, and remember, your fate hangs by a thread."

As Minseok's face darkened with anger and disbelief, the man let out a bitter chuckle of pain. "I'm not trying to blackmail you, Boss, but if that's what you call it, so be it. I need money, okay! The money you gave me, I've used it to settle my debts. Or else, I will go straight to your don and tell him what a monster you truly are."

Minseok's eyes narrowed, and he felt the pressure of the situation bearing down on him. He was the one being blackmailed, and the power dynamic had suddenly shifted. "Is that a threat?" Minseok's voice was low, and he could feel the weight of the ultimatum hanging heavily in the air. "You underestimate how deep in the shadows I can make you disappear."

The room crackled with tension as Minseok realized that his carefully constructed world was teetering on the edge of exposure. His eyes slowly darted to the window, and he stood up and gently walked towards it. He pulled the blinds open a little, looking for any signs of trouble or anyone in particular. As he found none, he shut the blinds completely. He then swiftly but slowly retrieved a rope from his pocket and lunged at the acquaintance, pressing him down onto the couch. Immediately, the man began to struggle with Minseok. His fingers tightened the rope around the man's throat, with the aim of ending his life before any more information could slip out.

The room was shrouded in tension and struggles for freedom and air as Minseok's fingers constricted around the acquaintance's throat. The man's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and realization. With a strained voice, he struggled and gasped, "Boss... Stop!..."

Minseok's grip tightened further, and his gaze turned ice-cold. He couldn't afford to take chances. The acquaintance's desperate plea only fueled his resolve.

As the life drained from the man's eyes, and he stopped breathing, Minseok muttered under his breath, weeping uncontrollably, "I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. It's just business... it's just business, forgive me."

The room fell silent once more, and Minseok was shivering and dumbfounded by his actions. The lifeless body of the acquaintance served as a stark reminder of the unforgiving world they inhabited. Minseok knew he had just eliminated a liability, but his actions left a bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't deny that this was a side of the mafia life that weighed heavily on him, even as a high-ranking member. Standing in the dimly lit room, his mind heavy with the act he had just committed. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number he had saved for a special purpose, a number he had received from a mysterious acquaintance he met at a club a few months ago.

The voice on the other end answered after a couple of rings, sounding detached and eerie. "Who's this?"

Minseok spoke in hushed tones, ensuring that no one could overhear him. "It's me, Minseok. Are you still in the business?"

A sinister chuckle emanated from the phone. "Minseok, my friend, I never left. What do you need?"

Minseok's voice turned grave as he revealed his intentions. "I have a job for you, a target that needs to be found by all means. Tell me what it will cost, and I'll send you a photo, cash, and every detail. But I want to do the killing myself. Just don't mess this up."

He could sense the anticipation in the voice on the other end. "Send me the details, Minseok, and consider it done."

The call ended, leaving Minseok alone in the room, deep in thought. His reasons for taking such drastic actions remained a mystery, even to himself. All he knew was that he needed to act fast, and he would stop at nothing to achieve that goal.

As he walked out of the house, he disappeared into the shadows, his footsteps leaving no trace behind. The chilling night air was a stark reminder of the darkness that surrounded him, and the line between right and wrong continued to blur in his quest to protect his secrets and maintain his position within the mafia.

Unbeknownst to Minseok, his actions did not go unnoticed. As he left the house, a pair of vigilant eyes lurked in the darkness, capturing every moment of the macabre scene. This unknown observer, a member of the Fire and Light Mafia, recorded the sinister act in a chilling video clip, documenting Minseok's calculated murder of the acquaintance.

Silently, the observer sent the video to a higher-ranking member within the mafia, someone with a deep interest in the workings of the organization and a vested interest in Minseok's actions. This person possessed connections and resources that extended far beyond Minseok's awareness.

However, Minseok, consumed by his own thoughts and the gravity of his actions, failed to realize that he was being watched. He continued on his path, unaware that a force far greater than him, even within the mafia itself, now had its sights set on him, and the consequences of his choices might be far more significant than he could ever imagine.

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On that sleepy Sunday morning, Sehun stirred awake, feeling the weight of fatigue upon him. His eyes darted to the clock, and the stark reality that it was already 9 a.m. prompted a tired yawn. With an act of will, he pushed his legs off the bed's edge. Just as he began to contemplate the day, a sudden interruption came in the form of his ringing phone. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, he reached for the device, and on its display, the name "Don Park Chanyeol" gleamed in an unexpected call.

Surprised by the early morning summons, Sehun answered the call with a mix of respect and curiosity, "Hello? Good morning, Don."

Chanyeol's deep, commanding voice resonated on the other end, "Morning, Sehun. I need you to come to my home office this morning."

The urgency in the Don's voice sent a ripple of unease through Sehun's tired frame. A furrow etched his brow as he quickly responded, "Don Chanyeol, have I inadvertently offended you? If I have, please allow me to apologize."

Chanyeol's response was reassuring, devoid of anger, "No, Sehun, you haven't transgressed in any way. This is a matter that necessitates your presence. Please come as soon as you can."

Taking heed of the Don's request, Sehun expedited his morning routine, starting with a revitalizing shower to combat his headache. Dressed and prepared, he departed for Chanyeol's grand mansion. At the entrance, the soldiers stationed there recognized his status as a Capo, showing their respect with a profound bow.

Inside the opulent house, the alluring scent of the Don's chef's creations enveloped Sehun. He couldn't help but indulge in a light-hearted greeting with Kyungsoo, his long-standing affection drawing a mischievous smile. Sehun teased, "You know I had quite the sleepless night, all thanks to thoughts of you, which ended with a pesky migraine. Can a kiss from you make it better?"

Kyungsoo's eye roll was accompanied by a playful smile as he retorted, "Should I be checking if the sky is falling?" Their exchange was filled with the camaraderie of friendship, and Sehun reassured Kyungsoo that he will come back for Kyungsoo later in the day, but his purpose today was to meet with the Don, an unexpected deviation from Chanyeol's usual protocol in summoning only his Sotto Capo.

Their jesting continued, with Sehun playfully poking fun at his rank, hinting that it was a golden opportunity for Kyungsoo to fall into his arms. The banter brought genuine laughter to the room.

With a gentle stride, Kyungsoo approached the medicine cabinet, selecting a pill specifically intended for a headache. He then smoothly navigated to the refrigerator to retrieve a glass of water, and the combined offering was expertly placed on the kitchen counter, right in front of Sehun. "You should take this before your headache completely takes over."

Sehun observed the glass with a playful smirk, his expression forming a mischievous mark. He accepted the offer, making a light-hearted remark, "You know, you might pretend to be tough, but it's clear you care about me, my love."

Kyungsoo, however, responded to the term of endearment with an exaggerated glare. Amused, Sehun playfully raised his hands in surrender and broke into laughter. Then, on a more earnest note, he turned to Kyungsoo, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. "Today, it might seem like I'm teasing, but tomorrow will be different, Kyungsoo. Just so you're aware, I won't stop making it clear how much I admire you and how much I desire to have you in my arms. I'm truly serious, Kyungsoo." Sehun finished his declaration with a wink and promptly took the offered headache medicine.

As Sehun's words hung in the air, Kyungsoo felt his heart race. Sehun was undoubtedly charismatic, and the contrast between his appearance and his dark, underground life left Kyungsoo both captivated and terrified. It was a struggle of emotions that Kyungsoo couldn't easily resolve.

Sehun's attempts at charm and seduction didn't go unnoticed by Kyungsoo. His words had an undeniable effect, causing Kyungsoo to blush despite his reservations. "You may play the charmer, Sehun," Kyungsoo retorted, his voice tinged with a mixture of attraction and apprehension. "But your world... it's a darkness that terrifies me."

Kyungsoo's suspicions about Sehun's involvement in Jongin's disappearance nagged at him. He had observed Sehun's jealousy when Jongin was still a Mafia soldier, and those memories were hard to forget. It was a battle between his yearning for Sehun and the lingering doubt in the pit of his stomach.

Kyungsoo took a step back from the counter, torn between his desire and his fear. "Sehun, I want to trust you. But until I know the truth about Jongin, I can't simply walk into your arms like nothing ever happened." The tension in the room thickened as Kyungsoo's emotions raged within him, and the mysteries of Sehun's world cast a long shadow over their connection.

Sehun locked eyes with Kyungsoo, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Do you really think I had a hand in what happened to Jongin?" He let out a deep sigh, his frustration evident. "Yes, I was jealous of him. But I still cared for him. Would I go to such grave extents to harm Jongin, to sabotage his assignment, or worse?"

The room was heavy with tension, and Kyungsoo's heart raced. He met Sehun's gaze briefly but then quickly averted his eyes. The conflict within him was clear.

Sehun's voice softened as he reached out to Kyungsoo. "Why don't you come see me tonight? Let's talk, trash this thing between us, and put your doubts to rest once and for all. I'm serious, Kyungsoo."

As the offer hung in the air, Kyungsoo had a difficult decision to make, torn between his feelings for Sehun and his unresolved suspicions about Jongin's disappearance.

Just as Sehun and Kyungsoo shared this light-hearted moment, the grand entrance of Don Park Chanyeol drew their attention. His presence was magnetic, exuding authority and charisma that could command any room. Sehun quickly composed himself and offered a respectful bow. Kyungsoo watched attentively as the Don stood at the threshold, ready to provide them with his instructions for the day.

However, Chanyeol strolled up to Sehun, casually acknowledging his greetings with a friendly tap on the shoulder. As he passed Kyungsoo, the younger man bowed in respect, receiving a nod from Chanyeol in return. He moved to the fridge, retrieving a bottle of water before leading Sehun to the living room. The two sat down, and Chanyeol leaned in with curiosity.

"Tell me, how close are you with the soldiers, especially the new recruit under your umbrella?" Chanyeol's deep voice resonated as he took a sip of his water.

Sehun nodded thoughtfully, easing into the conversation. "Don, I know them well. We have a strong bond."

Chanyeol grinned mischievously, his eyes alight with something beyond their friendly demeanor. "You play golf, Sehun?"

A chuckle escaped Sehun as he relaxed slightly. "Yes, Don, I love playing golf."

Chanyeol's smirk grew wider. "How about we play golf today after breakfast? We've got a lot to discuss, and I'd love to talk business while I beat your ass at the game."

Their laughter filled the room, a stark contrast to the tension that often hung in the air. Chanyeol teased, "Feel free to have something to drink. Relax, Sehun, I'm not blowing your head off."

Sehun laughed nervously, appreciating the lighter mood. "Actually, Don, I just took medication for a headache."

Just then, Kyungsoo arrived, carrying plates of food and setting them on the dining table. Chanyeol rose to his feet, a courteous gesture to usher them to the dining area. "Well then, let's have breakfast, shall we?"

The two men took their seats, the air in the room lighter than one might expect, given the nature of their business. As they sat at the dining table, Sehun's gaze kept shifting back, subtly checking if the Sotto Capo Minseok would join them. He couldn't help but wonder about his absence. Chanyeol, ever perceptive, noticed Sehun's curiosity and decided to address it.

"Don't bother looking for him, Sehun," Chanyeol spoke up, a sly grin playing on his lips. "He was not summoned." He paused, looking at Sehun intently. "I believe I should have the freedom to choose who I wish to dine with, don't you think?"

Sehun let out a nervous laugh, recognizing the implications behind Chanyeol's words, and nodded in agreement. It was only then that the tension in the room seemed to lift. Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, elaborating, "I'm letting him off for today, nothing personal, so relax." And with that assurance, Sehun continued to enjoy his breakfast in the presence of the Don, the intricate dance of power and relationships in the Mafia family ever-present, even in the most ordinary moments.

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Baekhyun woke up, his cheeks still flushed from the memories of the early morning. His eyes darted to the wall clock in his room, and he realized it was almost 10 o'clock. Stretching his limbs, he savored the fact that his days of grueling morning drills were finally over. He couldn't help but chuckle when he thought about how Capo Sehun, Capo Hawk, and Sotto Capo Minseok used to berate him during those training sessions. The sinking feeling in his stomach from those memories was something he didn't miss.

His life had taken a new and somewhat surreal turn despite his involvement with the Mafia. Life was surprisingly good; he had reunited with his mother, returned to school, and lacked nothing that he could remember at the moment.

After a refreshing shower, he changed into one of the new clothes Don had gotten for him a few days ago. Baekhyun hadn't initially wanted to wear them, but given what had transpired between him and Chanyeol, he didn't mind donning something from the gift the man had given him. As he finished getting dressed, he opened his room door and made his way downstairs. He walked down the corridor, and his gaze momentarily lingered on Chanyeol's room, a fleeting hope that the man might walk out at that very moment. However, it was just a hopeful imagination.

The house was filled with a delightful aroma, courtesy of Kyungsoo's culinary skills. Baekhyun couldn't deny that he looked forward to eating Kyungsoo's meals every day. This was his saving grace. When he was living with Jongin, both of them were terrible in the kitchen. Jongin's culinary skills were non-existent, resulting in burnt muffins at best. Baekhyun, on the other hand, could only make noodles, leaving them to eat out or order meals. Meeting Kyungsoo had changed all of that, and Baekhyun was grateful.

As he descended the stairs, Baekhyun heard Chanyeol's voice coming from the dining area. His heart pounded rapidly at the mere sound of it. Not ready to face Chanyeol just yet after their shared kiss, he decided to take a few quiet steps back up the stairs. Baekhyun tiptoed up as if retreating to his room, clearly still overwhelmed by the embarrassment of the intimate moment they had shared. He was not yet prepared to face Chanyeol.

Unbeknownst to Baekhyun, Kyungsoo had seen him and casually strolled over to the stairs. Baekhyun, using a quiet gesture, pleaded with Kyungsoo not to say a word or even call his name, signaling that he would come down when the Don had left. Kyungsoo, fully aware of what had transpired between the two of them, struggled to contain his laughter and merely nodded in understanding. The house was full of secrets, unspoken emotions, and uncharted territory, but for now, Baekhyun wanted to remain hidden from Chanyeol, despite the undeniable connection that had been ignited between them.

About an hour later, Baekhyun heard Sehun's voice echoing down the corridor, accompanied by the authoritative presence of the Don himself. His heart sank. He had hoped that Chanyeol would come look for him, but it appeared the man had other priorities. With a resigned sigh, Baekhyun wandered over to his favorite window spot and took a seat.

As he gazed outside, his eyes were drawn to Sehun, who was carrying various golf materials. There, he spotted golf clubs of various sizes, neatly placed in a golf bag along with tees, golf balls, and gloves. Sehun appeared thoroughly equipped for a day of golfing.

Then, Baekhyun's eyes landed on Chanyeol, who emerged from the mansion and headed toward the car where Sehun was waiting. Chanyeol was dressed in a sleek black collared polo shirt and matching golf shorts, wearing comfortable golf shoes designed for the sport. His face cap added a touch of rugged charm to his overall appearance. Baekhyun, peeking through the curtain, bit down on his lower lip as he admired Chanyeol's handsome presence.

Deep down, he yearned for Chanyeol to look up at his window, to show some sign that he cared. His lips formed a slight pout when Chanyeol didn't glance his way, and he dejectedly pressed his lips into a thin line, looking down at his lap. But just as he was about to give up hope, their eyes met. Chanyeol, meeting Baekhyun's gaze, sent a wink in his direction, causing Baekhyun's mouth to hang open in surprise.

Baekhyun blushed intensely and couldn't help but bow slightly to Chanyeol. He then hurriedly closed the curtains, his heart racing. A soft smile graced his face, and a joyful chuckle escaped his lips. The connection between him and Chanyeol was undeniable, and even from afar, they found ways to communicate their feelings.

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Chanyeol and Sehun's car glided away from the mansion smoothly, heading for the golf course. Chanyeol had the foresight to make a reservation for the day, ensuring an early and uninterrupted play. The well-maintained course, a sanctuary for the elite, greeted them with lush green fairways, strategically placed bunkers, and challenging water hazards.

Upon their arrival, they were met with the inviting expanse of the golf course, where nature melded with man-made perfection. Chanyeol was well-acquainted with the surroundings, guiding them to the reserved tee.

Anticipation filled the air as they stepped onto the well-groomed tee box. The club's professional staff had set up the tee markers, and Chanyeol, as a true gentleman, allowed Sehun to tee off first. Sehun meticulously placed the golf ball on the tee, gazing at the picturesque fairway stretching ahead. A deep breath, a smooth swing, and the ball took flight with a satisfying "thwack" as the club connected.

Chanyeol, however, possessed a competitive edge honed through years of practice. With confidence, he teed his ball and, with a masterful swing, sent it soaring even further, leaving Sehun in awe. The game was officially underway.

As they progressed through the course, Chanyeol's experience shone through. Stroke by stroke, he consistently outperformed Sehun, skillfully maneuvering through sand traps and tricky putts. Sehun's frustration mounted with each hole, his determination to win the Don growing stronger. He made valiant attempts at a comeback, delivering impressive shots, but Chanyeol's cool composure and precision on the course proved formidable.

Yet, their camaraderie deepened as the game continued. Each hole became an opportunity to connect, share stories, and exchange laughter. Amid chuckles, Chanyeol offered Sehun golfing tips, blending friendly competition with companionship.

But in the end, Chanyeol emerged as the victor, besting Sehun in this round of golf. Sehun's initial frustration transformed into hearty laughter, and the two of them gathered their belongings preparing to head back to the car, content with a day well spent. Though Sehun hadn't defeated the Don this time, he had gained something equally precious – a bond and a memorable day.

However, on their way, Chanyeol's curiosity eventually got the best of him. With a sly grin, he turned to Sehunas and said, "Sehun, I've been wondering," Chanyeol began, his tone casual. "How well do you know Minseok's associates? Any inkling of recent disagreements or disputes? Or any suspect about who may have sold you guys out at the werehouse?"

Sehun's face registered confusion; the golf course was an unexpected place for such a conversation. After a brief pause, he responded, "Don, I'm not aware of any issues. I can't imagine who might have leaked our location to the warehouse attackers."

Maintaining his enigmatic smile, Chanyeol pressed on, "I've received some unsettling information recently about a Turncoat. It appears that someone within the Fire and Light family might be collaborating with Jackville."

Sehun's brows furrowed as the weight of the revelation sank in. "A turncoat with Jackville? Are you serious? That's a dangerous connection."

Chanyeol nodded, his demeanor growing increasingly serious. "Deadly serious. We need to uncover the truth, Sehun. Can I trust you to handle this? Because...this betrayal could have dire consequences. The security and stability of our operations hinge on exposing any traitors."

The weight of the task Chanyeol had laid upon Sehun felt like a bitter pill, heavy in his mouth. The idea that someone within their own ranks might be colluding with Jackville, a rival family directly opposing the Don, was inconceivable. To make matters more complex, the Don's suspicion pointed toward Kim Minseok, a high-ranking member of their own family. The mere thought of embarking on this mission to closely monitor Minseok sent shivers down Sehun's spine.

But the potential consequences loomed large in Sehun's mind, and he hesitated to accept this responsibility. The dangers were real, not just for their family but also for Sehun himself. The line between loyalty and self-preservation had become blurred, and he wasn't sure which path he should choose.
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Author's note 📝
Definition of title Turncoat—A "turncoat" is a term used to describe a person who switches sides or allegiances, often betraying a group, organization, or cause they were previously loyal to. Turncoats typically align themselves with an opposing group or change their beliefs or loyalties for personal gain, safety, or other motivations.

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Umm, I'll leave this note here and make a quick escape. I truly hope you found this chapter engaging and would love to hear your feedback.

I have to admit, writing Minseok's scene brought tears to my eyes😭😭😭💔. It's a stark reminder of the harsh realities that exist in our world, often worse than what's depicted in these pages.

Here's my advice for the younger folks: steer clear of situations like this. Until next time, take care, and remember that I care about you.🫶❤️🥹