"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

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After dinner that evening, Chanyeol arrived at the casino accompanied by his consigliere Heechul and his soldiers. They entered through a private entrance, avoiding the prying eyes of the customers. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Men gambled away their fortunes as the sound of clinking glasses and raucous laughter filled the air. Strippers danced provocatively on stage, their movements mesmerizing the crowd, while waiters bustled about, serving drinks and catering to the patrons' every whim.

Just as Chanyeol was settling into his inner chamber, a soldier approached to inform him that Moon Dae-Jung had been waiting. Without hesitation, Chanyeol instructed them to allow him entry.

Moon Dae-Jung entered cautiously, a bag clutched tightly in his grasp. His nerves were evident as a Mafia soldier prodded him forward with the barrel of a gun, urging him to move quicker. Staggering slightly under the pressure, Dae-Jung made his way towards Chanyeol's inner chamber, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

Upon reaching the Don, Dae-Jung bowed deeply, a gesture of respect that belied his fear. Despite Chanyeol's youth, his authority as the Don demanded reverence, and Dae-Jung knew better than to show anything less than utmost deference in his presence.

As Moon Dae-Jung presented himself before Don Chanyeol, his trembling hands clutching the bag of cash, Chanyeol's eyes narrowed in scrutiny. With a chilling calmness, he gestured for the bag to be opened, his expression stoic as the stacks of cash were revealed.

"You've brought only part of what you owe," Chanyeol remarked, his voice devoid of emotion as he assessed the incomplete payment. He leaned forward, his gaze piercing as he fixed Dae-Jung with a steely stare. "How much is in the bag?" he demanded.

Dae-Jung's voice faltered as he mumbled, "Ten million dollars."

Chanyeol's lips curled into a sinister smirk, a sadistic chuckle escaping him. "Ten million," he repeated mockingly, his tone laced with disdain. "The last time you came here with eight million, and you had an additional twelve million plus an extra five million for your delay. And yet you dare to return without my full payment?"

Before Dae-Jung could utter a word of explanation, Chanyeol's expression hardened with merciless resolve. Without a moment's hesitation, he nodded to his soldiers, a silent command that spoke volumes. "Break his fingers," he ordered coldly.

As the soldiers seized Dae-Jung and pinned him down, Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving the scene unfolding before him. With a flick of his wrist, he brought a cigarette to his lips, the ember glowing brightly as he took a long, slow drag.

The smoke curled around him in lazy wisps, veiling his features in a haze of darkness as he exhaled slowly, the tendrils of smoke swirling around him like a sinister cloak. With each inhale, his eyes gleamed with a cold intensity, reflecting the ruthless determination that lay beneath his calm exterior.

As Dae-Jung's agonized cries filled the chamber, Chanyeol remained impassive, his cigarette burning steadily between his fingers. And as the echoes of bone snapping reverberated through the room, it was clear that in the world of the Mafia, Don Chanyeol was a force to be reckoned with, his presence as suffocating as the smoke that surrounded him.

As the harrowing scene unfolded before him, Don Chanyeol remained seated, his gaze fixed upon Moon Dae-Jung with a cold, unwavering stare. With each agonized cry that pierced the air, Chanyeol's expression remained impassive, betraying no hint of emotion as he watched the brutality unfold.

Beside him, the cigarette burned steadily between his fingers, the ember casting an eerie glow upon his features as he took another drag. The smoke danced lazily around him, intertwining with the tendrils of darkness that seemed to envelop the room.

As the Mafia soldiers continued their merciless task, breaking each of Dae-Jung's fingers with ruthless efficiency, Chanyeol's demeanor remained unchanged. His eyes glittered with a predatory gleam, a silent testament to the power and authority he wielded as the Don of the Fire & Light Mafia family.

Finally, as Dae-Jung lay trembling on the floor, his hand mangled and bloodied, Chanyeol extinguished the cigarette with a flick of his wrist. Rising from his seat, he towered over Dae-Jung, his presence commanding and intimidating.

"Consider this your last warning, Dae-Jung Hyung," Chanyeol's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his tone dripping with menace. "I will kill you the next time you show up here without my complete money. Do not test my patience again."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Chanyeol signaled for the soldiers to release Dae-Jung, who scrambled to his feet, his face pale with pain and fear. With a final, contemptuous glance in Dae-Jung's direction, Chanyeol turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber, leaving behind a trail of smoke and the echoes of Dae-Jung's anguished cries.

As Moon Dae-Jung stepped out into the harsh glare of the casino lights, a wave of realization washed over him. He knew that challenging the might of Don Chanyeol would be a fool's errand, and even if he dared to try, he would need to form an alliance with someone as powerful as the formidable Don Park Chanyeol himself.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Dae-Jung vanished into the night, his footsteps echoing faintly against the pavement. As he disappeared into the darkness, he left behind the echoes of his suffering and the chilling presence of the Don who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist, a reminder of the harsh realities of life in the criminal underworld.

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Sofia's sobs echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, her tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the ropes binding her to Sehun. She called his name repeatedly, her voice raw and desperate, but Sehun remained motionless, blood slowly seeping from the wound on the back of his head where Sotto Minseok had struck him.

"Sehun, please, wake up," Sofia whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide with terror. She wiggled and shuffled, trying to rouse him, her heart pounding with fear that he might never wake.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sehun's eyelids fluttered, and he groaned softly. The world was a haze of pain and confusion as he slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed viciously, each beat of his heart sending waves of agony through his skull. He felt disoriented, his senses dulled from the blow.

"Sehun, thank God you're awake," Sofia breathed, relief flooding her voice. "Can you move? Can you try to free yourself?"

Sehun blinked, trying to focus. The pain was nearly overwhelming, but he forced himself to concentrate. He nodded weakly, gritting his teeth against the pain as he began to wriggle his hands, testing the tightness of the ropes. His first attempt was futile, the bindings biting into his wrists painfully.

"Come on, Sehun, you can do this," Sofia encouraged, her voice trembling with hope and urgency.

Summoning every ounce of his strength, Sehun tried again. This time, he felt the ropes give slightly. He pulled harder, ignoring the searing pain in his head, until finally, the ropes loosened. With a final, desperate yank, he freed his hands.

Sofia let out a sob of relief, quickly getting up to help him. "We're free! Here, let me help you," she said, her hands shaking as she untied the remaining ropes.

Sehun sat up slowly, clutching his head as waves of dizziness and pain threatened to overwhelm him. "Minseok... I can't believe he did this," he muttered, his voice thick with shock and disbelief. He had trusted Minseok, and the betrayal cut deeper than the physical wound.

Sofia helped him to his feet, her eyes filled with concern. "We need to get out of here. Can you walk?"

Sehun nodded, though his movements were unsteady. "I'll manage. We have to warn the Don about Minseok's betrayal," he said, determination hardening his voice despite the pain.

Sofia and Sehun, now free but battered and exhausted, stumbled through the dark, narrow track leading back to the main road. Sofia glanced back at the dark, empty warehouse, a shiver running down her spine. Sehun, still holding his head and wincing in pain, relied heavily on Sofia for support. Their breaths were heavy, their movements slow, but determination pushed them forward.

The path was uneven, littered with debris and overgrown with weeds. Sofia's heart pounded in her chest, both from fear and exertion. She kept glancing over her shoulder, half expecting Minseok to reappear at any moment.

"We're almost there," she whispered, more to reassure herself than Sehun. "Just a little further."

As they neared the main road, the faint outline of Sehun's car came into view, parked haphazardly in their earlier panic. Sofia's car, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"I... I can't remember exactly where I left it," Sofia admitted, her voice trembling with frustration and fear. "I was in such a hurry..."

"It's okay," Sehun muttered, trying to keep his voice steady despite the throbbing pain in his head. "Let's just get to my car. We need to get out of here. Once we are safe, we can send for your car."

They reached Sehun's car, and he fumbled for the keys with trembling fingers, finally unlocking the door. "Get in," he urged Sofia, his voice tight with urgency. "We need to move, now."

Sofia slid into the passenger seat, her eyes scanning the surroundings nervously. Sehun collapsed into the driver's seat, taking a deep breath to steady himself before starting the engine. "Sehun, you shouldn't be driving. You're injured," she protested.

"I'm fine," Sehun insisted, his voice firm despite the pain. "We need to get back to the mansion. The last thing we need right now is the attention of the police."

"But you're badly hurt," Sofia argued. "We should go to the nearest hospital for first aid."

Sehun shook his head, his expression resolute. "No hospitals. If we go there, the police will get involved, and things will escalate. We can't afford that kind of attention right now. We would go to the estate hospital instead."

Sofia hesitated, worry etched on her face, but she knew Sehun was right. They couldn't risk drawing more attention to themselves. "Alright," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please, drive carefully."

Sehun nodded, starting the car with a grimace of pain. The engine roared to life, and they sped away from the desolate area, leaving the nightmare behind them.

As they drove, the tension in the car was palpable. Sofia kept glancing at Sehun, her worry deepening with every passing minute. "Sehun, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"We need to get back to the mansion," Sehun replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "We have to warn Don Chanyeol about Minseok. He can't be trusted."

Sofia nodded, her heart still racing. She glanced out the window, the darkness outside mirroring the fear that still gripped her. But with Sehun by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope. Together, they would find a way to stop Minseok and protect their family.

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As Chanyeol and Heechul left the casino after his tense encounter with Moon Dae-Jung, his phone rang. The call was from Hawk, one of his trusted men, and the urgency in the voice on the other end was unmistakable. Chanyeol's brow furrowed in concern as he listened, his grip tightening on the phone.

"Drive us home," he told his driver, his voice taut with suppressed anxiety. The other soldiers' vehicles, positioned strategically, followed behind him as he made his way to the mansion.

Once at the mansion, Chanyeol entered the living room, his demeanor a stark contrast to the usual calm. Minseok, his sotto Capo, walked in soon after.

"Where have you been, Kim Minseok? I tried calling you several times," Chanyeol demanded, his tone laced with frustration.

Minseok met his gaze with a weary look. "I went to oversee the venue for tomorrow's sit-down. An issue came up that I had to deal with personally; it was urgent."

Chanyeol's eyes narrowed. "What was so urgent that you couldn't answer your phone?"

Minseok hesitated before responding. "It was a matter that needed immediate attention, one I didn't anticipate. What's going on?"

Chanyeol's expression remained grim. "I can't discuss it in detail right now. Just be prepared for anything tomorrow. I'll update you as soon as I can."

Minseok nodded, sensing the tension and the weight of the unspoken danger. The room fell into a heavy silence, both men acutely aware of the storm brewing just out of sight.

Chanyeol's eyes narrowed. "Did you go with Sehun to supervise the venue?"

Minseok's expression tightened. "Sehun and Sofia are actually part of the pressing issue I needed to address. I wanted to discuss it with you personally."

Chanyeol studied Minseok intently, the gravity of his words in line with the call he received earlier sinking in. After a moment of heavy silence, he said, "Go ahead, speak."

Minseok took a deep breath, preparing to unveil the details of the situation that had become so urgent.

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Sehun and Sofia arrived at the Fire & Light Mafia estate, the familiar sight of the grand mansion bringing a fleeting sense of relief. But as they approached, they noticed an unusual number of guards patrolling the grounds, their faces tense and alert. The sense of unease in the air was palpable.

They hurried inside, to Don Chanyeol's living room. The large wooden doors swung open to reveal Minseok standing in front of the Don, his face a mask of sincerity. The sight sent a chill down Sehun's spine, and he felt Sofia tense beside him.

"Don Chanyeol," Minseok was saying, his voice smooth and controlled, "I had to take matters into my own hands. I killed the acquaintance the detectives were asking about. I did so because he was blackmailing us, threatening to expose our operations. He had evidence that could have destroyed us all."

Sehun's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. Minseok's lies were spun with such confidence, it was almost convincing.

Minseok continued, his tone grave. "I had to teach Sehun and Sofia a lesson. They were trying to expose me, but everything I did was for the safety of our family. I couldn't risk their recklessness."

Don Chanyeol nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "I understand, Sotto Kim Minseok. Your actions, though severe, seem to have been in the interest of protecting us, I guess."

Sehun felt his heart sink. He exchanged a quick, coded glance with Chanyeol, hoping the Don saw through Minseok's deceit. Sofia, beside him, was trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

"Don Chanyeol," Sehun interjected, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Sotto Minseok attacked us. He left me for dead and took Sofia hostage. This is not about protection; this is about power and control."

Minseok turned to Sehun, a cold smile on his lips. "You were reckless, Capo Sehun. Your actions endangered us all. I had no choice. Besides, you were not trained for nothing; save yourself asshole."

Don Chanyeol raised a hand, silencing the room. "Enough," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. He looked at Minseok, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I trust my Sotto Capo, but I also value the loyalty and safety of all my members."

Chanyeol's words hung in the air, ambiguous and carefully measured. Sehun felt a flicker of hope—perhaps the Don wasn't entirely convinced by Minseok's performance.

"We will investigate this further," Chanyeol continued. "But for now, I want this matter settled internally. We cannot afford any more disruptions."

Minseok bowed his head slightly. "As you wish, Don Chanyeol." and then he left for his Quarters, bidding the Don goodnight.

As Minseok departed, Chanyeol gestured for Sehun to approach him, his expression unreadable as he leaned in to whisper something into Sehun's ear.

Sehun listened intently, nodding in understanding as the Don relayed his instructions. With a respectful bow, Sehun acknowledged the command before swiftly making his exit, the weight of the Don's words heavy on his mind. Whatever task Chanyeol had entrusted to him, Sehun knew he would carry it out with unwavering loyalty, determined to uphold the honor and integrity of the Fire & Light Mafia family.

As they left the room, Sehun whispered to Sofia, "We need to find proof of Sotto Minseok's betrayal. The Don may be pretending to trust him, but we need to ensure he sees the truth."

Sofia nodded, determination hardening her features. "We'll find it,"

As they walked down the dimly lit hallway, a sense of purpose fueled their steps. The battle was far from over, but they were ready to fight for the truth and the safety of their family.

Sehun and Sofia made their way to the estate hospital, the tension between them heavy and palpable. The sterile, clinical environment of the room did little to calm Sehun's nerves. He winced as the medic cleaned and dressed the wound on the back of his head, the sting of antiseptic only adding to his growing anger.

Sofia stood beside him, her eyes full of worry. She could see the fury simmering just beneath Sehun's calm exterior. "Capo Sehun," she began softly, "did you see what just happened? Sotto Minseok won't get away with it."

Sehun's jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "I can't believe he had the audacity to twist the story like that," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "He left us for dead, Sofia. And now he's making himself out to be the hero."

The medic finished wrapping the bandage around Sehun's head and stepped back. "Try to take it easy for the next few days," he advised, though Sehun barely acknowledged him.

"Thanks," Sehun said curtly, his mind elsewhere.

Sofia reached out and placed a hand on Sehun's arm. "We'll find a way to expose him," she said, her voice filled with determination. "Minseok won't win this."

Sehun nodded, but the anger in his eyes didn't diminish. "I'm not just angry, Sofia. I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sotto Minseok is dangerous, and he's playing a game we might not be prepared for. If we don't move carefully, he could destroy everything."

Sofia squeezed his arm reassuringly. "We won't let that happen. We'll gather evidence, get the truth to Don Chanyeol, and make sure Sotto Minseok pays for what he's done."

Sehun looked at her, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "We need to be smarter, Sofia. Every move we make has to be calculated. We can't afford any more mistakes."

As Sehun returned to his Quarters, He couldn't shake the image of Minseok's smug expression, the ease with which he had manipulated the situation. But beneath the anger and fear, a resolve was forming. Sehun was determined to protect the Fire & Light Mafia family and bring Minseok's treachery to light.

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It was a bright Sunday morning, and Chanyeol was at the gym, focused on his workout. As he finished a set of weights, he reached for his phone, dialing Baekhyun's number. The call connected, and Baekhyun, still groggy from just waking up, answered the phone while in the middle of his morning routine.

"Good morning, Don Chanyeol," Baekhyun greeted, his voice slightly muffled by the sound of running water.

"Morning, Baekhyun," Chanyeol's voice came through, accompanied by the clinking of weights and the occasional grunt. When Baekhyun asked what he was doing, Chanyeol responded and said, "I'm at the gym right now. I wanted to let you know that we'll be eating out this morning."

Baekhyun's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? That sounds amazing! Where are we going?"

Chanyeol chuckled. "I haven't decided yet, but I thought it would be nice to get out and enjoy some time together. So, why don't you freshen up and get ready? I'll see you soon."

Baekhyun's heart raced with anticipation. "I'll be ready in no time! See you soon, Don Chanyeol!"

After hanging up, Baekhyun rushed to the bathroom. He quickly took a refreshing shower, the water invigorating him and washing away the last remnants of sleep. Once he was done, he brushed his teeth thoroughly, ensuring he was completely fresh for their outing.

With his basic grooming complete, Baekhyun moved on to his skincare routine. He applied deodorant and a light layer of cologne, the fragrance subtle yet captivating. He also used a bit of face moisturizer to keep his skin looking radiant.

Feeling refreshed and excited, Baekhyun hurried back to his closet. He pulled out his chosen outfit: a light blue button-up shirt paired with dark jeans and polished sneakers. He slipped into the clothes with a sense of eager anticipation, knowing that his time with Chanyeol would be special.

Once dressed, he glanced in the mirror, adjusted his look, and smiled at his reflection. He was ready for their morning out and couldn't wait to spend time with Chanyeol.

Meanwhile, Chanyeol finished his workout and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He took a quick shower and dressed in a sleek, casual ensemble: a fitted white shirt and dark trousers, completing the look with a pair of well-worn loafers. He looked effortlessly stylish and ready for the day ahead.

When Chanyeol made his way to the living room, he found Baekhyun waiting eagerly, dressed impeccably. Baekhyun looked up as Chanyeol entered, bowing slightly in greeting.

"Hi, Baekhyun," Chanyeol said, his tone warm and appreciative. "You look beautiful as always."

Baekhyun blushed at the compliment, his smile widening. "Thank you, Don Chanyeol."

Chanyeol extended his hand, and Baekhyun took it, following him out to the car. The anticipation of their day out was palpable, and the two were ready to enjoy their time together.

As Chanyeol and Baekhyun left the mansion, Chanyeol instructed his driver to hand over the keys. "I'll drive today," he said with a smile. The driver, slightly bowing, handed over the keys and then hopped into one of the other cars behind, where the soldiers, including Sehun and Hector, followed closely.

Chanyeol slid into the driver's seat with a relaxed demeanor, starting the engine and smoothly pulling out of the driveway. The sunlit streets of Gangnam were unusually calm for a Sunday morning, and Chanyeol appreciated the serene atmosphere. The city's usual hustle and bustle were a distant memory as he drove through the peaceful streets, heading towards one of the most luxurious and cozy restaurants in the area.

The restaurant, nestled discreetly among elegant buildings, exuded an air of sophistication and warmth. As Chanyeol arrived, he parked the car in front of the entrance, where the doorman greeted him with a nod. The soldiers stationed at the entrance, took their time to go through the menu for their breakfast while they ensured that the restaurant remained private for their use, a precaution Chanyeol had arranged to make their meal intimate and undisturbed.

The interior of the restaurant was a marvel of understated luxury. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the space in a gentle glow, highlighting the rich textures of dark wood and plush, velvet furnishings. The tables were adorned with crisp white linens and delicate floral arrangements, adding to the overall charm. Chanyeol led Baekhyun upstairs to the VIP section, where a more exclusive and private setting awaited.

The VIP area was even more stunning. It featured panoramic windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline, with the morning light streaming in and casting a warm, golden hue over the room. The space was elegantly furnished with a mix of modern and classic décor, creating an inviting and sophisticated atmosphere.

Baekhyun's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the beauty of the setting. The exclusivity of the space, coupled with the serene ambiance, made him feel like he was in a dream. His excitement was palpable as he admired the view and the exquisite details of their surroundings.

Chanyeol smiled, noting Baekhyun's thrilled expression. "I wanted today to be special," he said softly. "I hope you're enjoying it."

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes sparkling. "This is incredible, Don Chanyeol. Thank you so much."

As Chanyeol and Baekhyun took their seats, the waiter approached with a bottle of exquisite champagne, a luxurious choice that was neither too strong nor overpowering. The bottle was uncorked with a soft pop, and the waiter poured the champagne into their glasses. The bubbles danced in the light, adding a touch of elegance to the moment.

Chanyeol lifted his glass with a warm smile. "To a wonderful day ahead," he said, his eyes meeting Baekhyun's.

Baekhyun's cheeks flushed slightly, his excitement palpable. "To a wonderful day," he echoed, clinking his glass against Chanyeol's. They took a sip, savoring the crisp, delicate flavor of the champagne before turning their attention to the menu.

As they perused the selections, Baekhyun took a moment to glance at Chanyeol, noticing the intense look in his eyes.

"Is everything okay, Don Chanyeol?" Baekhyun asked, his voice laced with concern.

Chanyeol's gaze softened slightly. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. I feel a certain weight whenever you call me 'Don Chanyeol,' especially when we're alone like this."

Baekhyun blinked, a bit taken aback. "Oh? What do you mean?"

Chanyeol leaned forward, his tone earnest. "I'd prefer if you just called me by my name. It feels more personal and less formal. I know my position carries weight, but when we're together, I'd like us to be more... casual."

Baekhyun hesitated, the challenge evident in his expression. "I understand where you're coming from, but it's difficult for me. Your status in the Mafia world is so significant. It feels strange to address you by your first name, given everything."

Chanyeol nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "I get that it's not easy. I just want us to be able to enjoy each other's company without the formalities. It's important to me."

Baekhyun pondered this for a moment, then gave a small, reassuring smile. "I'll try, Don... I mean, Chanyeol. I appreciate you telling me how you feel."

Chanyeol returned the smile, relieved. "Thank you, Baekhyun. That means a lot."

With the matter settled, they continued their conversation, their demeanor becoming more relaxed as they discussed various topics. Soon after, their meals were served, and the delightful array of dishes further enhanced their enjoyable and intimate dining experience.

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After finishing their breakfast, Chanyeol and Baekhyun lingered in the cozy VIP section of the restaurant, enjoying the quiet intimacy of their conversation. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over their table as they talked about everything from light-hearted topics to deeper, more personal thoughts. The serene atmosphere made the time feel almost suspended, a peaceful escape from the outside world.

As the last of the dishes were cleared away, Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "I have a surprise for you, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun looked up, curiosity lighting up his face. "A surprise? What is it?"

Chanyeol stood up, extending his hand to Baekhyun. "Come with me, and you'll see."

Baekhyun's heart skipped a beat as he took Chanyeol's hand, allowing himself to be led out of the restaurant. As they exited, the soldiers who had been guarding the premises discreetly fell into formation behind them, maintaining a respectful distance.

Chanyeol guided Baekhyun to the car, and they drove through the stylish streets of Gangnam, the city now fully awake with the morning's activity. After a short drive, they arrived at one of Gangnam's largest and most luxurious department stores. The grand facade of the building shimmered under the morning light, and the entrance was already bustling with early shoppers.

As they stepped inside, Baekhyun's eyes widened in awe. The store was a marvel of modern design, with high ceilings, gleaming marble floors, and sleek displays of high-end fashion and accessories. The atmosphere was vibrant yet elegant, the perfect setting for an upscale shopping experience.

"Chanyeol, this place is incredible!" Baekhyun exclaimed, his excitement barely contained.

Chanyeol smiled, clearly pleased with Baekhyun's reaction. "I thought you might like it. Today, I want you to pick out anything you like. Consider it my treat."

Baekhyun blushed, overwhelmed by Chanyeol's generosity. "I don't know what to say... This is so thoughtful of you."

"Just enjoy yourself," Chanyeol said, his tone gentle. "Let's have some fun."

With that, they began exploring the various boutiques within the department store. From designer clothing to exclusive accessories, Baekhyun was captivated by the array of luxury items on display. Each time he found something that caught his eye, Chanyeol encouraged him to try it on, his eyes never leaving Baekhyun as he modeled the pieces with a shy smile.

As the morning wore on, the department store became their private playground, filled with laughter and the thrill of discovery. Chanyeol watched Baekhyun with a sense of contentment, enjoying the way the usually reserved young man lit up with each new experience.

Eventually, with bags full of carefully selected items, they made their way back to the car. Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol with a mixture of gratitude and happiness. "Thank you so much for today, Chanyeol. This has been... amazing."

Chanyeol met Baekhyun's gaze, his smile warm and genuine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Seeing you happy makes it all worth it."

The suprised was still not over.

Chanyeol navigated the car smoothly along the winding road, his hand relaxed on the steering wheel. Beside him, Baekhyun gazed out the window, taking in the serene landscape. The atmosphere in the car was peaceful, with soft jazz music playing from the stereo, adding a mellow background to their drive. Chanyeol's handsome features were highlighted by the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, his focused expression and occasional glances at Baekhyun making him look even more captivating.

As they approached their destination, the sight of a beautiful house greeted them. The driveway was lined with vibrant flower gardens, and the porch floor gleamed under the afternoon sun. The house itself was modest yet charming, with well-maintained modern furnishings visible through the large windows.

Baekhyun's eyes widened in amazement as they pulled up. "Wow," he breathed, taking in the picturesque scene.

Chanyeol turned off the engine and looked at Baekhyun with a small smile. "Do you like it?"

Baekhyun nodded enthusiastically. "I love it! Whose place is this?"

Chanyeol's smile widened. "It's a surprise. Come on."

Chanyeol led Baekhyun inside, where the interior was even more stunning. The décor was tasteful, with a blend of modern design and cozy touches that made the house feel welcoming. As they walked through the hallway, Baekhyun's curiosity grew until they entered a spacious living room.

There, sitting in a wheelchair, was Baekhyun's mother, flanked by two live-in carers. The moment Baekhyun saw her, his eyes welled up with tears. "eomma!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace her.

His mother's face lit up with joy as she held his face between her hands. "Baekhyun-ah, I've been waiting for you. I hope you are well?"

Baekhyun nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I'm well, eomma. I'm so happy to see you out of the hospital."

Chanyeol stood back, watching the touching reunion with a soft smile. He then bowed respectfully to Baekhyun's mother. "Good day eomeonim," he greeted before excusing himself. "I'll give you some time to bond. I'll be waiting in the car."

Baekhyun's mother nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol left the house, giving Baekhyun and his mother the privacy they needed. After Baekhyun reunited with his mother, she immediately pulled him into a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around him tightly as if she never wanted to let go. She cupped his face gently, her eyes brimming with emotion as she took in his features—the same delicate, pretty face he had inherited from her.

"Are you okay, my dear?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Baekhyun nodded, offering a small smile. "Yes, eomma, I'm fine."

His mother smiled back, though her eyes still searched his face for any sign of distress. "Have you eaten?" he asked, wanting to ensure she was well taken care of.

"Yes, the live-in carers here are very helpful and kind," she reassured him. Then, with a hopeful look in her eyes, she added, "But it would mean the world to me if you stayed the night, Baekhyun. We haven't had much time together, and I miss you."

Baekhyun hesitated, his thoughts immediately drifting to Chanyeol. He wondered if Chanyeol would be okay with him staying overnight, especially given how protective he could be. The seconds stretched as Baekhyun weighed his options, his mother noticing the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Do you want me to speak with your friend?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm, as if she was ready to go to bat for her son.

Baekhyun quickly shook his head, waving off her concern. "No, eomma, it's okay. I can handle it. Don't worry about it."

She gave him a reassuring nod, but there was a lingering sense of worry in her expression. Baekhyun pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing up and making his way out of the room.

As he stepped out of the house, Baekhyun saw that Chanyeol was leaning against the car, but then he noticed one of the carers handing a note to Chanyeol. Chanyeol took it and began reading it, his expression neutral, but what caught Baekhyun's attention was the way the carer was subtly flirting with Chanyeol—leaning in a bit too closely, her tone overly sweet. Chanyeol seemed entirely oblivious to it, his focus solely on the note, but the sight made Baekhyun's chest tighten with a mix of irritation and something that felt uncomfortably like jealousy.

Clearing his throat, Baekhyun walked over, effectively cutting the carer off mid-sentence. She looked momentarily flustered as Chanyeol glanced up from the note, noticing Baekhyun's presence.

"Ah, Baekhyun," Chanyeol said, a slight smile forming as he gestured him over. "Are you done with your mother?"

Baekhyun pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling the carer's eyes on him, but not wanting to speak openly in front of her. Sensing his discomfort, Chanyeol looked at the carer and politely asked, "Could you excuse us for a moment?"

The carer, realizing she was being dismissed, quickly bowed and left the room, leaving Baekhyun and Chanyeol alone. Baekhyun's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as the door closed behind her, though his mind was still racing with the conversation he needed to have.

Baekhyun took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Chanyeol," Baekhyun began, his voice soft but steady. "My mom... she asked if I could stay the night with her. I just— I think it would mean a lot to her."

Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun intently, as if searching for any underlying hesitation in his words. "Is that what you want?" he asked simply.

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes earnest. "Yes, I think it's important. We haven't spent much time together lately, and she seems to really need it."

Chanyeol's serious expression softened into a gentle smile. "Sure, babe. Anything for you."

Relief washed over Baekhyun, and he offered a grateful smile in return. But before he could say anything more, Chanyeol lifted the note the carer had handed him earlier. "But first," Chanyeol continued, his tone light, "we need to get these for her."

Baekhyun glanced at the note, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"Just some medication that was prescribed by my cousin, Dr. Jongdae," Chanyeol explained. "Your mother will need these before I head out, so let's make sure she's taken care of."

Baekhyun felt a swell of affection for Chanyeol, appreciating the way he always looked out for the people who mattered to him. "Thank you, Chanyeol. For everything."

Chanyeol reached out, gently brushing his fingers against Baekhyun's cheek. "No need to thank me. Your happiness, and your mom's well-being, are important to me too."

Baekhyun leaned into the touch, his heart feeling full. With a shared understanding, they turned their attention to ensuring that Baekhyun's mother had everything she needed, knowing that after that, they would both get the time they desired with the people they cared about most.

As Chanyeol led Baekhyun towards the passenger side of the car, Baekhyun swore he caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly, he saw the carer peeking at them from a window, her eyes filled with curiosity. The moment their eyes met, she quickly ducked out of sight, disappearing behind the curtain.

Baekhyun frowned, but quickly decided to ignore it. He knew she was probably wondering about the nature of his relationship with Chanyeol, especially after witnessing their closeness. But at that moment, he didn't care what she thought.

If only she knew what I've been through, Baekhyun thought to himself as he slipped into the passenger seat beside Chanyeol. His journey with Chanyeol had been anything but ordinary, filled with trials and emotions that the carer—or anyone else, for that matter—couldn't possibly understand.

As they drove away from the house, Chanyeol reached for his phone and dialed Jongdae's number to confirm the prescriptions listed on the note. Baekhyun sat quietly beside him, watching as Chanyeol navigated the call with his usual calm demeanor.

After a few rings, Jongdae picked up. "Chanyeol, what's up?"

"Hey, Jongdae," Chanyeol greeted, keeping one hand on the wheel. "I wanted to confirm the prescriptions you wrote out for Baekhyun's mother. We just got the note."

Jongdae's voice was reassuring on the other end. "Yes, I wrote those out. They're for her ongoing treatment—nothing too serious, just something to help her manage her symptoms better."

Chanyeol nodded, more to himself than anyone else. "Got it. We'll pick them up on the way back."

"Thanks for taking care of that," Jongdae replied, a note of gratitude in his voice. "Give my regards to Baekhyun and his mom."

"Will do," Chanyeol said before ending the call. He glanced over at Baekhyun, who had been listening quietly. "Everything's confirmed. We'll stop by the pharmacy and get the meds."

Baekhyun smiled, feeling a sense of relief knowing his mother's needs were being looked after. "Thank you, Chanyeol. It means a lot to me."

Chanyeol reached over and gave Baekhyun's hand a gentle squeeze. "No need to thank me, Baekhyun. We're in this together."

With the confirmation from Jongdae, they made a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up the prescribed medication. Chanyeol handled the process swiftly, ensuring they had everything Baekhyun's mother needed before they continued on their way. Baekhyun felt grateful for Chanyeol's thoroughness and care, knowing that, with him, both he and his mother were in safe hands.

As they drove off, Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol. "Why are you doing all these things for me? Why did you even buy a house for my mother?"

Chanyeol shook his head. "I didn't buy this house. It's my family home, my grandmother lived there when she was alive. I just renovated it."

Baekhyun looked puzzled but grateful. "Even so, I appreciate your kindness. But, Chanyeol, it would be best if you don't spend more money on me and my mother. I won't be able to pay you back."

Chanyeol smiled at Baekhyun's earnestness. "Baekhyun, you don't have to worry about paying me back. I'm doing this because I care about you. Just seeing you and your mother happy is enough for me."

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Chanyeol's phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence between him and Baekhyun. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the caller before picking up.

"Hello?" Chanyeol said, his tone becoming more formal.

Baekhyun's ears perked up as he recognized the voice on the other end. It was Sofia. Chanyeol's conversation with her was brief, with him reassuring her that he'd be home shortly to discuss whatever she needed.

"Alright, I'll be there soon," Chanyeol concluded, hanging up the call.

Baekhyun grew quiet, his thoughts swirling back to the fallout he had with Sofia days ago. The memory of their heated argument made his chest tighten, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Chanyeol noticed Baekhyun's sudden silence but didn't press him immediately. Instead, he focused on driving, making a U-turn at the roundabout.

After a moment, Baekhyun broke the silence. "Was that Sofia?"

Chanyeol hummed in response, his eyes on the road. "Yeah. Have you met her already?"

"Oh, yeah." Baekhyun replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chanyeol sensed the tension in Baekhyun's tone. "Is there a problem?"

Baekhyun shook his head. "Not really."

The car was quiet again for a few minutes, the soft jazz music continuing to play in the background. Baekhyun's mind raced with questions and doubts. Finally, he spoke up. "Sofia likes you, I hope you know that? Probably even in love with you."

Chanyeol chuckled, shaking his head. "Sofia's feelings are complicated. But no, she's not in love with me. She more in love with my money."

Baekhyun hesitated. "She's beautiful though."

Chanyeol sighed. "Yes, she is. But what we had was just mutual... Nothing more. I don't want to be the reason for her unhappiness, but I'm sure she probably hates me now."

After a few moments of silence, Baekhyun spoke up, his tone light but with a hint of something else beneath it. "You know, Chanyeol... it seems like everyone, especially women, wants a piece of you. Take that carer, for example."

Chanyeol glanced over at Baekhyun, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Are you saying you noticed her flirting with me?"

Baekhyun crossed his arms, his cheeks heating up slightly. "Well, it was kind of hard to miss. But it's not just her. You get attention from women all the time."

Chanyeol smirked, his eyes still on the road. "Are you jealous, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun immediately shook his head, though the pink flush on his face deepened. "Jealous? No way. Why would I be jealous?"

Chanyeol chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "You sure about that? Because it kind of sounds like you might be."

Baekhyun huffed, turning his gaze out the window to avoid Chanyeol's teasing eyes. "I'm not jealous, Chanyeol. I just find it interesting how everyone seems to gravitate towards you. That's all."

Chanyeol noticed Baekhyun's inner turmoil and his grip tightened on the steering wheel. Suddenly, he made a sharp turn, pulling the car over to the side of the road. The abrupt stop surprised his soldiers in the following cars, but they stayed in position, ready for anything.

"Chanyeol, what are you—" Baekhyun began, but before he could finish, Chanyeol had unbuckled his seatbelt and was leaning over.

He grabbed Baekhyun by the nape of his neck, pulling him into a fierce, passionate kiss. Baekhyun's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly melted into the kiss, responding with equal fervor.

Chanyeol's lips moved against Baekhyun's with an urgency that left no room for doubt. It was as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words. His hand tangled in Baekhyun's hair, holding him close, while his other hand rested on Baekhyun's cheek, caressing it gently.

Baekhyun's heart raced, his body tingling from the intensity of Chanyeol's kiss. He wrapped his arms around Chanyeol's neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss was hot and sweet, filled with a mixture of longing and reassurance.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Chanyeol rested his forehead against Baekhyun's, his eyes locking onto Baekhyun's with a fierce intensity.

"Never doubt how I feel about you," Chanyeol whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're the one I want, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I won't. I promise."

Chanyeol pressed another gentle kiss to Baekhyun's lips before settling back into his seat and buckling his seatbelt. He started the car again, the tension between them easing as they continued their drive.

Outside, the made men exchanged glances, but none dared to comment on their Don's sudden stop. Inside the car, Baekhyun felt a renewed sense of security and trust, knowing that Chanyeol's feelings for him were real and unwavering.

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The serene drive took a sudden, violent turn as they rounded a bend they had passed earlier and saw the road ahead blocked by barrels and gas gallons. Without warning, gunfire erupted, bullets pinging off the car and shattering the calm. Unknown gunmen had ambushed them, the air filled with the deafening roar of automatic weapons.

Without thinking, Chanyeol's heart skipped a beat, and his first instinct was to protect Baekhyun. "Get down!" he shouted, grabbing Baekhyun by the head and pressing him down into the footwell. Baekhyun's heart raced, the sound of gunfire overwhelming his senses.

The Mafia Capos, following in the cars behind, reacted swiftly. They swerved to a halt, their doors flying open as they returned fire. The ambush turned into a chaotic battlefield, bullets flying in every direction. The Fire & Light Mafia family, known for their fierce loyalty and unyielding resolve, fought back with a vengeance.

Chanyeol kept one hand on Baekhyun, ensuring he stayed low, while he reached for his own gun with the other. His eyes were sharp, his expression a mix of rage and determination. He fired through the rolled window, his aim precise, taking down one of the attackers.

"Stay down, Baekhyun," Chanyeol ordered, his voice steady despite the chaos. But then, just as quickly as the fear had come, he remembered—their cars were bulletproofed. The realization washed over him like a wave of calm. The vehicles surrounding them were specially designed to withstand an attack; they were secure.

The Capos moved with practiced efficiency, using their cars for cover as they laid down suppressive fire. The attackers, though numerous, were not as well-coordinated. The Mafia soldiers' return fire was relentless, their rage evident in every shot. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the acrid smoke from the gas barrels.

Chanyeol's men were a force to be reckoned with. They pushed forward, their movements calculated and deadly. Sehun, one of Chanyeol's most trusted Capos, took out two gunmen with well-placed shots, his face set in a grim mask of fury. Another Capo, Hector, used the cover of a nearby ditch to flank the attackers, his sharp eyes picking off targets with deadly accuracy.

As the battle raged on, the attackers began to falter, their numbers dwindling under the relentless onslaught from the Mafia soldiers. Chanyeol's rage fueled his precision, each shot fired with a purpose. He knew he had to protect Baekhyun at all costs.

The firefight lasted several intense minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Eventually, the remaining attackers realized they were outmatched and began to retreat, dragging their wounded with them. Realizing they were losing, a few of the attackers tried to flee, but Chanyeol wasn't done yet. He signaled to his men to capture two of the remaining enemies. The sound of gunfire slowly died down, leaving only the moans of the injured and the distant wail of approaching sirens.

Chanyeol, breathing heavily, glanced down at Baekhyun. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now but still edged with concern.

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes wide with shock but otherwise unharmed. "Yes, I'm fine."

Chanyeol helped him sit up, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats. The Mafia soldiers were already regrouping, checking on each other and securing the scene.

Sehun approached Chanyeol, his face still set in a grim expression. "We need to move, Don. More could be on the way."

Chanyeol nodded, his protective hand still on Baekhyun's shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

As they drove away from the scene, Baekhyun couldn't shake the horror of what had just happened. The ambush was a brutal reminder of the violent world Chanyeol was entrenched in. The message was clear: violence only begets more violence, and no one was truly safe in this relentless cycle of retribution.

For Chanyeol and his men, this ambush was another battle in a never-ending war. But for Baekhyun, it was a stark lesson about the dangers of living on the edge, a warning of the high price that comes with such a life.

As they pulled up to the house where Baekhyun's mother was staying, the earlier tension from the near-ambush lingered in the air. Chanyeol parked the car and turned to Baekhyun, his eyes searching Baekhyun's face with a mix of concern and protectiveness.

"Are you sure you want to stay here tonight?" Chanyeol asked, his voice low and serious.

Baekhyun locked eyes with Chanyeol for a few seconds, feeling the weight of the question. Despite the unease from their recent brush with danger, Baekhyun knew what he wanted. He nodded firmly, his mind already made up. "Yes, I'm sure."

Chanyeol studied him for a moment longer before nodding in return. "Alright. But I want you to be very careful." He paused, then added, "I'll leave two of my soldiers here with you for protection."

Baekhyun felt a wave of relief wash over him at those words. Knowing that Chanyeol was still looking out for him, even when they were apart, gave him a sense of security. "Thank you," Baekhyun said softly.

Chanyeol leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Baekhyun's lips. "Goodnight, Baekhyun."

As they pulled apart, Chanyeol added with a teasing smile, "I'll send a message for them to bring you home tomorrow—if I survive the sit-down tonight."

Baekhyun's heart sank at the mention of the sit-down. The thought of Chanyeol in danger always made him anxious, and hearing Chanyeol joke about it didn't make it any easier. He kissed Chanyeol again, more firmly this time, as if trying to transfer all his hopes and fears into that single moment. "You'd better come back to pick me up yourself," Baekhyun said, his voice tinged with a mix of seriousness and affection. "You don't have the right to die just like that."

Chanyeol chuckled, the sound easing some of Baekhyun's worries. "I'll be careful," he promised, his tone lighter.

"Don't go too far," Baekhyun said to him. They shared a final kiss before Chanyeol reluctantly pulled away. And signaled Sehun and his driver to join him. They quickly hopped into Chanyeol's car while he went to the back seat, leaving one vehicle behind with two soldiers stationed to protect Baekhyun. "Goodbye, Chanyeol. I'll be waiting for you." Baekhyun waved.

As the cars pulled away, Baekhyun stood there for a moment, watching them disappear into the distance. He felt a mix of emotions—relief, worry, and the bittersweet ache of parting. But he trusted Chanyeol, and that trust gave him strength.

With the guidance of the two remaining soldiers, Baekhyun entered the house, feeling the weight of the night settling in. His mother was waiting for him, and as much as he worried about Chanyeol, he knew he needed to focus on the time he had with her. But in the back of his mind, he silently prayed for Chanyeol's safe return, hoping against hope that everything would be alright.

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Author's note 📝

Swipe to read next chapter... Hi hi, lovelies! I've missed you all so much. To show my appreciation for your patience, I'm dropping a double chapter for you. I know how frustrating it can be to wait, especially when I hit a creative block and go blank. Thank you for your patience and support—I truly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the next chapter! ❤️🥺🫰