—Rimorso is a blade that cuts deeper than any enemy's. In this life, regret can't be undone, but it can be silenced.—
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As the door closed behind Sehun, Hawk, and Jongin, leaving only Consigliere Kim Heechul and Don Park Chanyeol in the room, the silence felt heavy. Heechul watched Chanyeol closely, reading the tension still hanging on his features.

"Are you sure about this, Don?" Heechul asked cautiously, his voice low but respectful. "Minseok's betrayal is not something to be taken lightly. Are you certain stripping him of his position is enough?"

Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, the exhaustion from the confrontation settling in, but his eyes remained sharp. He met Heechul's gaze, the weight of his decision clear in his tone. "Trust me, I want him dead. I really do, but ripping Minseok of his power is worse than death, Heechul. Killing him would be too easy for me, too quick. Minseok thrives on control, on power. Taking that away, leaving him powerless... that's a punishment he won't be able to live with. If it were anyone else, they'd be dead by now."

He paused, the bitterness evident in his voice. "But ten years of loyalty, ten years of brotherhood... it's not something I can just throw away, no matter how deep the betrayal cuts. I'd rather not see him at all than kill him. As long as he's out of my sight, that's enough."

Heechul nodded, understanding the gravity of Chanyeol's words. He knew better than anyone the balance between mercy and punishment in their world. Sometimes, exile and stripping a man of his influence was a fate worse than death.

"And what of Kim Jongin?" Heechul asked, shifting the conversation. He had seen how Chanyeol had protected Jongin from Minseok's schemes and knew the younger man had suffered greatly.

Chanyeol straightened, the pain in his body evident as he leaned forward. His voice was firm as he gave his next order. "Reinstate Jongin as a Caporegime. He's been through hell, and it's time he returns to his rightful place in this family."

Heechul bowed slightly, acknowledging the Don's command, but Chanyeol wasn't finished.

"Make sure that all his quarters, all his payments that were withheld since that day, are paid in full—starting now. I don't want him waiting a second longer. He deserves every cent that was kept from him."

Heechul raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Understood, Boss. I'll see to it immediately."

Chanyeol gave a curt nod, his eyes sharp with finality. "Good. I want no delays. Jongin has been through enough because of Minseok's greed and betrayal. It's time he's rewarded for his loyalty."

Heechul stood and bowed respectfully, his usual air of confidence mixed with a rare sense of admiration for the Don's decision. As he turned to leave, he glanced back at Chanyeol one last time.

"Wise move, Don Chanyeol," Heechul said before stepping out.

The door closed behind him, leaving Chanyeol alone in his office. Despite the pain in his body, there was a small sense of relief knowing that Minseok had been dealt with and Jongin's loyalty restored.

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About 3 hours later

The low hum of conversation from Chanyeol's phone echoed softly in the background, his deep voice authoritative yet controlled as he spoke to one of his trusted associates. The large wooden desk in his home office was neatly organized, except for a few papers strewn across its surface.

Seated in his leather chair, Chanyeol had his eyes focused on the far end of the room, staring out of the window while speaking into the phone. The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden hue over the office. He was calm, but beneath the calm exterior, the weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in," Chanyeol said without turning his attention from the window, still immersed in his conversation.

The door opened, and Consigliere Heechul, ever composed and impeccably dressed, entered. His expression was serious as he held a thin folder in his hand. He approached the desk but stopped a respectful distance from the Don, waiting for permission to speak.

Chanyeol glanced at him briefly, then raised his finger in a subtle gesture, signaling Heechul to step forward while he continued his phone call.

"Yes, keep me updated. That's all for now," Chanyeol said before hanging up the phone with a quiet click. He turned his chair to face Heechul, giving him his full attention now. "What do you have for me?"

Heechul placed the folder on the desk and opened it carefully, revealing the top page—a summary document detailing the pending payments for Kim Jongin and the updated records reflecting Sehun's new position as Underboss. Alongside this was the official standing order for Minseok's demotion.

"I've prepared the necessary documents, Don Chanyeol," Heechul said in his usual composed manner. "This is the summary of all pending payments owed to Kim Jongin, from the day of the incident up until now. It includes his earnings as Caporegime that were frozen while the matter was being investigated. There's also the documentation for Sehun's official promotion to Underboss and Sotto Capo, his new benefits, as well as the standing order of Kim Minseok's demotion."

Chanyeol nodded, his eyes scanning the documents as Heechul explained. He leaned forward, picking up the first page, his gaze narrowing slightly as he reviewed the details of Jongin's pending payments. His mind briefly wandered back to the betrayal that had caused all of this upheaval, but his face remained stoic.

"This is overdue," Chanyeol muttered, his voice low. "Jongin is innocent, and he'll be compensated properly."

He set the payment document aside and turned to the next—the confirmation of Sehun's promotion. As he read through it, he glanced up at Heechul. "Sehun will need to grow into this role quickly. Make sure he's briefed on everything he'll need to oversee."

Heechul nodded, "I'll ensure he's prepared. He's capable, but I'll be keeping an eye on him."

"Also, prepare for the ritual tonight," Chanyeol instructed, his voice steady but carrying the weight of authority. "Sehun is to be initiated as the new Underboss. I want every key Capo and Soldier present."

Heechul raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across his face. "Tonight? That's sudden, Don Chanyeol. Are you sure he's ready?"

Chanyeol leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk, his gaze piercing. "He needs to understand the gravity of his position. Sehun deserves this, but he must earn the respect of the family in the right way. We do this to honor tradition and to remind him of the loyalty that binds us."

Heechul nodded, his expression shifting to one of understanding. "I will send out the messages immediately. Cloud 9, as always?"

"Of course. Make sure everything is in order. I want the ritual to be conducted without a hitch. Sehun needs to experience what it means to be a higher ranked member of this family," Chanyeol added, a hint of pride creeping into his tone.

Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of the ceremony. "And prepare the sacred items. The ring, the knife, and the wine. He needs to swear the Omertà oath again and properly."

"Understood, Boss. I'll gather the key Capos and soldiers, and ensure they're briefed on the evening's proceedings."

Chanyeol offered a small, satisfied nod before reaching for his pen. He signed off on the documents for Jongin's payments and Sehun's promotion without hesitation. Then, he came to the standing order for Minseok's demotion. His hand paused briefly over the paper.

"You've known Minseok for as long as I have," Chanyeol said quietly, his voice softening for a moment. "Did you think it would end this way?"

Heechul hesitated, his usual calm mask faltering for a moment as he considered the Don's words. "I didn't see it coming, but betrayal is betrayal. No matter how long we've known someone, it only takes one moment to lose everything."

Chanyeol exhaled deeply, then pressed the pen to the paper, signing off on Minseok's demotion with a decisive stroke. "Let this be a lesson to the others."

He closed the folder, handing it back to Heechul. "Get this processed immediately. And make sure Jongin receives every penny he's owed by the end of the day."

Heechul took the folder, bowing slightly in acknowledgment. "Consider it done, Don Chanyeol." Heechul turned to leave but paused, glancing back. "What about Kim Minseok? Are you concerned he might retaliate?"

Chanyeol shook his head, a grim smile forming on his lips. "He's angry and probably hates me now. Let him stew in his anger. He has no power here anymore. Tonight is about Sehun and solidifying his place among us. Minseok had his chance."

Heechul nodded, acknowledging what the Don had said. As he turned to leave, Chanyeol's voice called him back.

"One more thing, Consigliere Heechul."

Heechul paused, turning to face the boss again.

"If there's any sign of trouble from Minseok... you handle it. You know what I mean."

A sharp, knowing look passed between them, and Heechul gave a curt nod before stepping out of the office, leaving Chanyeol alone once more.

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Around 7:00 pm

Sehun stood at the edge of the garden, his thoughts adrift like the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves around him. The late afternoon sun bathed the space in a golden glow, but Sehun's mind was far from the tranquility of the garden. The sudden weight of responsibility pressed down on his chest, and he barely noticed the fragrant flowers or the distant sounds of the estate.

He had just been informed—tonight. The ritual. His ritual. He was the new underboss. He was going to be initiated into a position that Minseok had held for years. And it was happening now, whether he was ready or not.

Sehun's fingers absentmindedly traced the hem of his sleeve, his mind racing as Heechul's words echoed in his ears.

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Earlier in the Day

"Tonight?" Sehun had asked, his voice betraying the surprise he felt. He had been standing in front of Heechul's desk when the Consigliere delivered the news.

"Yes, tonight," Heechul replied with a sharp tone. "What were you expecting, Sehun? That you'd sit back and take your time? You're the new underboss now, and you need to start acting like one. The Don's order is final."

Sehun had swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and dread settle in his stomach. The gravity of his new role was becoming real, faster than he had imagined.

Heechul wasn't done. "Prepare yourself for the ritual. The Don wants it done tonight. We'll gather at Cloud 9. Make sure you're ready."

With that, Heechul turned and gave Sofia, a standing order as well to inform all the female soldiers under her ward. Sofia, with her usual precision, nodded and bowed respectfully to Consigliere Heechul before leaving to carry out her orders.

Hawk, Jongin, and several of the other Capos had begun their preparations as well, discussing the logistics of the ritual. Sehun could barely focus, though. The moment was coming too fast, and his mind was swimming with thoughts he hadn't yet processed.
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The Garden —

Sehun leaned against a stone pillar, his eyes distant. The serene surroundings couldn't soothe his racing thoughts. He had known the Mafia life for years—trained under Minseok, loyal to Chanyeol. But this? This promotion, ripped so violently from Minseok's hands, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was grateful, yes, but guilt gnawed at him. Minseok had been a mentor, a brother-in-arms. Now, he was out, and Sehun was in his place.

As Sehun stood, lost in his thoughts, he heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind him. He turned to see Kyungsoo approaching with a small basket in hand, picking fruit from the garden. Kyungsoo's presence was quiet, yet it seemed to pierce through Sehun's haze of worry.

"Sehun, you've been zoning out for a while now," Kyungsoo said, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. He placed his basket down, walking closer. "What's on your mind?"

Sehun hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to the ground. "It's just... the Don, he just ripped Minseok out of his position today. And now, I'm the new underboss."

Kyungsoo's eyes widened in surprise. "That's... wow. That's huge. Aren't you happy?"

Sehun gave a small, wry smile. "It's not that I'm not happy. I've worked for this, but... it's complicated. I didn't like the way it happened. I feel guilty for Minseok. I never wanted to take his place like this."

Kyungsoo stood next to him, thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "But you didn't betray the Don, did you? Minseok made his choices. You were loyal, and this is your reward."

Sehun's brows furrowed. "No, I would never betray Chanyeol. I just didn't expect this to happen."

Kyungsoo turned to face him fully, his expression soft. "Then don't feel guilty. Minseok knew the rules. Loyalty is everything. He lost his way, and now, you're being rewarded for staying true to yours. Don't let that eat at you."

Sehun sighed, running a hand through his hair. Kyungsoo's words made sense, but the weight of his new role still felt heavy. He glanced at Kyungsoo, his lips quirking into a teasing smile.

"So... now that I'm the underboss, are you going to let me show you how much I truly care about you? Please."

Kyungsoo blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. For a brief moment, their eyes met, locking in a gaze that sent a flush of warmth to Kyungsoo's cheeks. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

"I... don't know about that, Sehun," Kyungsoo muttered, trying to recover his composure.

Sehun chuckled softly. "I'm not going to force anything. But I want you to know, I'll give you all the time you need. I really care about you, Kyungsoo. I want to show you what that means."

Kyungsoo's mind, however, wandered to Jongin. The last time they had spoken, before the chaos erupted, Jongin had shown interest in him. Since Jongin's return, they hadn't really talked, and Kyungsoo knew he needed that conversation first. He needed to know where Jongin stood before he could give Sehun any answer.

"You're not a bad person, Sehun," Kyungsoo said gently. "But I need to figure things out for myself."

Sehun nodded, understanding the hesitation. "Take your time," he said softly. "I'll wait for you."

Kyungsoo picked up his basket, still slightly flustered by the conversation. As he turned to leave, Sehun remained by the garden, watching as the weight of his new position settled over him. He wasn't sure what the future held, but he knew one thing: this was only the beginning.

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Sehun stood in front of the mirror, his breath uneven as he buttoned the last of his white long-sleeved shirt. The crisp fabric felt too tight against his skin, not because it was the wrong size but because the weight of responsibility seemed to press down on him, suffocating. His reflection stared back, eyes wide with worry, lips trembling with unspoken fears. He shrugged on his black leather jacket, the familiar texture comforting in its familiarity, but it couldn't soothe the turmoil twisting in his chest.

Today wasn't just any day. Today, he was stepping into a role he never imagined he'd fill so soon—Sotto Capo, Underboss of the Fire and Light Mafia family. He tugged on his navy blue pants and slipped on his polished black shoes, the leather squeaking faintly as if they, too, were unsure of the weight they were about to carry.

He stood there, fists clenched, staring at his reflection. His heart raced, the reality of what he was about to do crashing over him. Could he handle it? Could he truly stand at Don Chanyeol's side, not just as a loyal soldier but as his Underboss? His mind whispered doubts, and for a moment, his feet nearly moved toward the door—toward Don Chanyeol. He almost convinced himself to tell the Don he wasn't ready, that he couldn't do it. But something stopped him.

No. He couldn't show weakness. Not now.

Sehun took a deep breath, wiping at the corners of his eyes before the tears could fall. This was his moment. He had worked too hard to let fear paralyze him. "I can do this," he whispered to his reflection, nodding as if trying to convince himself. "I have to."

With that, he stepped out of his quarters, feeling the cold air hit his face, his soldiers waiting for him. They bowed as he passed, their silent acknowledgment of his rise. His heart swelled with both pride and fear, his throat tight as he held back the tears that welled up again. He remembered how clumsy he had been when he first joined the family, how naive, always fumbling through tasks, never thinking he'd make it this far.

And now, here he was. On the cusp of something greater, something heavier.

When he reached his car, a few of his most trusted soldiers were waiting. "Let us drive you, sir," one of them said, voice steady, though Sehun could see the emotion in their eyes too. They had been with him through thick and thin, and now they were about to witness him ascend to something even bigger.

As the car drove toward Cloud 9, the reality settled in, and Sehun's heart pounded. His hands trembled slightly in his lap, though he kept his face impassive. The closer they got, the more he could hear the quiet thrum of the Mafia brotherhood's Underboss initiation song—an undercurrent of voices, a soft chant that echoed through the dark streets like an ancient call.

—Blood of the brotherhood, shadows in night, We fight for our family, we die for the right. With strength in our hearts and steel in our hand, Together we conquer, together we stand.—

When they arrived, Sehun stepped out, greeted by Hawk, who helped him remove his leather jacket, and draped the red cloak around his shoulders, the heavy fabric adding to the weight on his heart. Sehun's breath caught in his throat. The chanting grew louder as they neared the initiation venue. His chest tightened, the sound enveloping him, wrapping him in the legacy of those who had come before him.

He hesitated for a second at the door, taking in a deep breath. This was it. He couldn't turn back now. He could feel the gaze of the brotherhood inside, waiting for him, waiting to see if he would falter.

As Sehun pushed the heavy doors open, the sound of chanting hit him softly at first, like a distant echo. Inside, the room was dimly lit, the shadows of the brotherhood swaying in time with their chanting. The Caporigemes brothers stood in a circle around the initiation altar, their voices rising in unison, filling the space with an eerie, reverberating power. The words floated toward him, wrapping around him like a cloak of solemn duty:

"In shadows we walk, through blood and through pain, bound by the oath, through sun and through rain."

The air was thick with anticipation, and standing at the center of the hall was Consigliere Heechul, his ever-calm face breaking into a gentle smile as their eyes met. Sehun felt a slight easing of his tension at that smile—it was as if Heechul was telling him silently that everything would be alright. That he was meant for this.

He was not alone.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as Heechul approached him, a soft look on his face.

"Are you ready for this?" Heechul asked, his tone both reassuring and stern.

Sehun nodded, though uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "I am, Consigliere."

"Good. Remember, tonight is about loyalty. Your bond with the family must be unwavering," Heechul reminded him as he gestured for him to follow.

Each step Sehun took toward the altar felt heavier, his heart pounding in his chest as the weight of what he was about to undertake settled deeper within him. The song grew louder, more forceful, reminding him of the blood that had been spilled, the loyalty sworn, and the brotherhood that now awaited him to take his place as their Underboss.

"For honor we rise, for loyalty we fall,
One of us stands, and one stands for all."

The chanting surrounded him, a haunting reminder of the sacrifice and responsibility tied to the title he was about to accept. Each line sung by the brotherhood etched into his soul, binding him tighter to the family, to the life he could no longer turn away from. By the time he reached the altar, the voices had swelled into a crescendo, echoing in every corner of his mind.

"Together we conquer, together we stand."

As Sehun approached the altar and knelt down, the room fell silent, all eyes on him, their faces a mix of curiosity and anticipation. A central altar has been prepared, adorned with the sacred items: a gleaming knife, a dark wooden box containing the family's ring, and a chalice of red wine that glistened ominously under the soft lighting.

Don Park Chanyeol sat at the forefront, a commanding presence that held everyone's attention. As Sehun stood up, and faced the burning fire, his heart heavy with fear and pride, knowing that after this moment, there would be no turning back.

With a steady hand, Consigliere Heechul lifted the knife, showcasing it to the gathered mafiosos. "Tonight, we welcome one of us into our higher ranks. Sehun has proven his loyalty and now stands before us to take his rightful place as our Underboss. He will swear the oath of loyalty that binds us all."

Chanting began to ripple through the room, low and rhythmic, resonating with an unbreakable bond:

"Blood makes us thicker, blood makes us family, but loyalty makes us stronger."

Sehun's heart raced as he held the knife, the moment feeling surreal. He knew this oath was not just a formality; it was a commitment to the family that would define his every action henceforth.

"Repeat after me," Heechul instructed, his voice unwavering. "I swear my loyalty to the Fire & Light family, to my Don, Park Chanyeol, and to the brothers standing beside me."

Sehun inhaled deeply, his voice steady as he echoed the words, "I swear my loyalty to the Fire & Light family, to my Don, Park Chanyeol, and to the brothers standing beside me."

As he spoke, he made a small cut on his palm, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the flames of the altar. The fire flickered and danced, as if in acknowledgment of the oath he had just sworn.

With the blood ritual completed, Consigliere Heechul stepped forward, holding a picture of a saint. "Now, you must pass this through the flames," he instructed, lighting the edges of the picture. "You will hold it from your left hand to your right until it burns to ashes."

Sehun took the burning picture, feeling the heat radiate against his skin as he passed it carefully from one hand to the other, the flames consuming the image. The heat intensified, but he held firm, a silent determination flooding through him.

Finally, as the picture crumbled to ashes in his grip, he looked up to find Don Chanyeol nodding in approval. Heechul took the ashes and scattered them into the flames, signifying the burning away of old allegiances and the forging of new ones.

"Now, for the final act," Consigliere Heechul declared, pouring the red wine into the chalice. "You will drink this as a symbol of your commitment to us and to this family."

Sehun grasped the chalice, feeling its weight as he lifted it to his lips. The wine was rich and potent, a reminder of the blood that had just been spilled. He drank deeply, savoring the taste as he felt the room close in around him, the weight of his new responsibilities settling on his shoulders.

Don Park Chanyeol stepped forward, placing the family ring of the Underboss onto Sehun's finger, symbolizing his acceptance into the inner circle. "Going forward, you are the Underboss of the Fire & Light, Sehun. Stand tall and lead with honor."

Sehun bowed deeply before Don Chanyeol, his voice steady but full of resolve.

"Don Chanyeol, I vow to serve this family with unwavering loyalty. Until my last breath, I will protect and uphold the honor of Fire and Light, standing by you and our brothers, always."

As the final words left his lips, the chanting grew louder, enveloping him like a protective shroud. The weight of the moment washed over him, and he felt the gravity of his new role settle into his bones.

"Blood makes us thicker, blood makes us family, but loyalty makes us stronger!"

With that, the ritual reached its crescendo, the room echoing with the voices of the mafia family, a chorus of unity that would forever bind Sehun to his new role as underboss.

As the ceremony concluded, Sehun felt a surge of pride and responsibility, knowing he was now part of something greater than himself—

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Kim Minseok sat alone in the dimly lit quarters that had once been a place of pride, now suffocating in silence. The muffled sound of chanting echoed through the walls, the voices of the mafia soldiers and capos at Cloud 9 reverberating with energy as they hailed Sehun, his successor. Each word, every cheer, pierced him like a thousand knives, cutting through the thick veil of denial he'd tried to wrap himself in.

He hadn't gone outside to witness the ceremony, but he could imagine it clearly. The crowd, the roaring voices, the anticipation hanging in the air as Sehun took the oath to become the new Underboss—the position Minseok had once held with an iron grip. Now, it slipped away like sand between his fingers, replaced by nothing but the cold reality that he had been cast aside.

If anyone had told him that on this day he would no longer be the underboss of the Fire and Light Mafia family, he would've laughed. The thought of being dethroned had always seemed impossible to him—he was too embedded, too powerful. But now, sitting in the oppressive quiet of his quarters, he realized just how vulnerable he had become. His reign was over, and it had happened so fast, so unexpectedly, he hadn't even had time to brace for the fall.

Rimorso hit him hard—a strong feeling of guilt and remorse for his wrong doing, a dull ache deep in his chest. He ran a hand over his face, his fingers trembling slightly. He couldn't help but think of all the missteps, all the times he'd underestimated the loyalty of others, especially Sehun, whom he had never seen as a threat. It was this arrogance, this blind belief in his own invincibility, that had led to his downfall.

As the chanting outside grew louder, Minseok swallowed hard, the taste of regret bitter on his tongue. He had once stood where Sehun now stood, receiving the loyalty of men, commanding their respect and fear. Now, all of it was slipping away, and with it, the sense of power and purpose that had defined him for years.

He felt a weight pressing down on him—heavy, suffocating. What was he now, without his position? Just a man stripped of his title, a shadow of his former self. His mind raced through the possibilities, trying to piece together what could come next, but all he felt was the crushing regret of having lost something he had thought was unshakable.

The cheers outside reached a fever pitch, and Minseok clenched his fists, his heart aching with the knowledge that he was no longer part of it. He was no longer the Sotto Capo, no longer the Underboss of Fire & Light. He was no longer anything.

Minseok sat frozen, the weight of his demotion crashing over him like a relentless tide. He knew he couldn't afford to let his emotions spill out—not now. Don Park Chanyeol was watching, along with the entire mafia family, and one wrong move, one show of defiance, could easily cost him his life. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control, to bury the rage and despair churning inside him.

The chants outside echoed through his quarters, each cheer for Sehun a reminder of how far Minseok had fallen. He clenched his jaw, forcing his expression to remain neutral. No one could know how much this was tearing him apart. He had to stay composed, to let the ritual play out, and make it through the night without drawing attention to himself.

His mind raced. By tomorrow, everything would be different. He would wake up not as the Sotto capo, but as a mere soldier, stripped of the power he had wielded for so long. He still had a place in the Fire and Light family, but it was a humiliating fall from grace, standing side by side with the same men he once commanded.

Leaving the estate seemed like an option, but it wasn't that simple. He couldn't just walk away from the mafia life. Even without his title, he was bound to this world, bound to the family. The only question was how he would move forward. Could he swallow his pride and find a way to work within the family, knowing he would never regain his former glory? Or should he leave and try to rebuild his life with his blood family, away from the constant politics and danger?

Either way, Minseok knew one thing for certain—he couldn't act rashly. Not tonight. He had to play the long game, bide his time, and make sure his next move didn't lead to his death.

He stood from his chair slowly, his heart still heavy with the sting of his demotion, but his face a mask of calm. No one would see his weakness. No one would know the turmoil he felt. For now, he would remain quiet, blend in with the ranks, and wait for the dawn. Then, and only then, would he begin to figure out his next steps.
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The night outside was alive with celebration. The open arena by the poolside was filled with mafia soldiers and couples, toasting to Sehun's new reign as underboss. Laughter and clinking glasses echoed across the estate, but inside the mansion, Don Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun had retreated to a much quieter, more intimate space—the don's bathroom.

The air in the room was warm, steamy, and fragrant from the foaming bubbles that overflowed from the large, marble bathtub. The water shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, casting a gentle light on the couple as they lounged in the bath together. Chanyeol sat comfortably, his broad chest serving as a cushion for Baekhyun, who rested his back against him. The expensive bottle of champagne sat within reach, half-empty, the bubbles swirling lazily in the glass.

Baekhyun laughed softly, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room, as Chanyeol teased him, their fingers intertwined beneath the water. He felt safe, warm, and completely at ease as Chanyeol pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder and neck. The water, warm and soothing, lapped against their skin, while the faint scent of lavender filled the air. It was a private sanctuary, far removed from the chaos and politics outside.

"So, how was your day, baby?" Chanyeol asked, his voice deep and relaxed, as he leaned down to kiss Baekhyun's neck.

Baekhyun giggled again, turning slightly to meet his gaze. "Busy, as usual," he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on Chanyeol's arm. But as they settled deeper into the water, Baekhyun's mood shifted slightly. His smile faded, replaced with a more thoughtful expression.

After a pause, he finally asked, "Do you think what you did to Minseok was the right thing?"

Chanyeol didn't answer immediately, his eyes darkening as he considered the question. He sighed, running a hand through Baekhyun's hair, then nodded. "Yes," he said firmly. "I don't regret demoting Minseok. It had to be done."

Baekhyun tilted his head back, looking up at him. "But do you feel bad about it?"

Chanyeol exhaled deeply. "I feel bad for him, yes. But not for doing it. If I hadn't found out about that recording, Minseok would have been a serious threat. He could've killed me, Baek. I did it for my sanity... and my safety."

Baekhyun nodded slowly, letting Chanyeol's words sink in. He could understand the logic, but there was still a lingering sadness in his heart for Minseok. "Do you think Minseok will be okay? I mean, walking in line with the soldiers, after everything?"

Chanyeol's gaze softened as he brushed his fingers against Baekhyun's wet hair. "He has a choice. He can stay and live as a soldier or a Caporigeme, or he can leave. But if he leaves, he knows the consequences. He'll always be part of the mafia—there's no leaving completely. If he says a word about what happened here, I'll have no choice but to eliminate him."

Baekhyun sighed, leaning his head back on Chanyeol's chest. "I guess that's how it is. No easy way out."

"No easy way," Chanyeol echoed softly, his voice filled with resignation. Chanyeol's hands glided across Baekhyun's arms and shoulders, sending gentle shivers down his spine. Every touch, every kiss, was intimate, filled with the comfort of being with someone who knew him completely. Baekhyun closed his eyes, his head tilted back to rest on Chanyeol's shoulder, smiling faintly as he felt the don's lips press against his neck.

"I could stay here forever," Baekhyun murmured, letting out a contented sigh.

Chanyeol chuckled softly, his deep voice vibrating against Baekhyun's skin. "We don't have to leave anytime soon."

After a few more moments of quiet, shared bliss, Chanyeol shifted, pressing one last kiss on Baekhyun's cheek before nudging him gently. "Come on, let's get to bed."

Baekhyun stood up carefully, the water cascading off him as Chanyeol followed. They wrapped themselves in towels, their fingers brushing every now and then, unable to keep apart for long. As they stepped out of the bathroom, still dripping, Baekhyun turned and kissed Chanyeol on the lips, playful and eager. The kiss deepened as they made their way to the bedroom, Chanyeol's strong arms lifting Baekhyun effortlessly, carrying him toward the bed.

Once inside, they tumbled onto the sheets, still wrapped in each other. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warmth as they slid under the covers. Chanyeol, now lying beside Baekhyun, began to tickle him playfully. Baekhyun squealed with laughter, squirming as Chanyeol's hands roamed over his sides. "Stop, stop!" Baekhyun gasped, laughing uncontrollably.

"Never," Chanyeol teased, flashing a grin before pulling Baekhyun close, kissing him deeply again.

Baekhyun's laughter died down into soft giggles, his heart racing as Chanyeol's kisses trailed down his neck. Chanyeol's hands moved gently, tracing the lines of Baekhyun's body beneath the sheets. Before Baekhyun could say anything, Chanyeol disappeared under the covers, leaving only a playful glint in his eyes visible for a second before he dove below.

As Chanyeol disappeared beneath the sheets, Baekhyun's breath hitched, his fingers curling into the soft fabric of the bed. His boyfriend's touch was electrifying, sending jolts. He bit his lip, feeling the warmth of Chanyeol's mouth and the teasing strokes of his hands on his thighs. The sensation was almost overwhelming, sending shivers up his spine.

"Ah... Yeol," Baekhyun breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper, as he felt Chanyeol's lips brushing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "You're... such a tease."

Chanyeol's low chuckle vibrated against Baekhyun's skin. "You like it when I tease you, don't you?" he murmured from under the covers, his voice husky and filled with mischief.

Baekhyun's heart raced, his body tensing in anticipation. He bit down on his bottom lip, a soft moan escaping before he could stop it. "You're... driving me crazy," Baekhyun panted, his voice shaky with pleasure.

Chanyeol's hands slid further up Baekhyun's thighs, squeezing gently as he continued to kiss and nibble his way up. "I love seeing you like this... so needy for me," Chanyeol said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I can feel how much you want me."

Baekhyun let out a breathy laugh, eyes half-lidded as his body reacted to Chanyeol's every word and touch. "Then stop teasing," he muttered, voice laced with frustration and desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Touch me already, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol paused for a moment, letting his fingers trace over Baekhyun's skin. "So impatient," he teased, his warm breath sending more shivers through Baekhyun's body. "But I'll give you what you want."

Baekhyun's breath came in ragged gasps as Chanyeol continued his slow, torturous path, his lips brushing sensitive skin. "You're mine," Chanyeol said in a low growl, the possessiveness in his tone making Baekhyun's heart race even faster.

Baekhyun's head tilted back, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. "All yours... always," he breathed, voice trembling with need.

Chanyeol smirked, still hidden beneath the covers. "Good," he muttered darkly, finally giving Baekhyun what he'd been begging for, his hands and lips driving him over the edge. "Now, I'm going to make you feel so good... you're never going to forget this."

Baekhyun's body tensed beneath Chanyeol's touch, his breath catching in his throat as the sensations built to an unbearable height. He gripped the sheets tighter, his knuckles white, a gasp escaping his lips as Chanyeol's mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony, fingering him and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

"Chanyeol... I—" Baekhyun's voice was broken, almost pleading, the teasing finally giving way to the overwhelming need building inside him.

Chanyeol emerged from beneath the sheets, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at Baekhyun, who was flushed and trembling. With a soft, playful smile, he kissed Baekhyun's swollen lips, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

"You're beautiful when you're like this," Chanyeol murmured, brushing Baekhyun's damp hair away from his forehead, his thumb grazing Baekhyun's cheek. "Completely undone for me."

Baekhyun's lips curved into a soft smile, his chest still rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath. "You... you're too good at this," he muttered, voice low and full of warmth. His fingers trailed up Chanyeol's arm, tracing the tattoos that wound around his skin.

Chanyeol chuckled and pulled Baekhyun closer, wrapping his arms around him as they shifted under the sheets. "You love it," he whispered, his voice laced with affection. "And I love seeing you like this."

Baekhyun laughed softly, nuzzling into Chanyeol's chest. "I hate how much I do," he teased, though the contentment in his voice was undeniable.

Chanyeol pressed a lingering kiss to Baekhyun's temple before whispering in his ear, "I could do this all night." His voice was low, teasing, but filled with genuine tenderness.

Baekhyun laughed again, his body still tingling from the aftermath of Chanyeol's touch. "Don't tempt me," he warned playfully, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Chanyeol's chest.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms under the warmth of the sheets, sharing quiet kisses and whispered words, lost in their own world. The celebration outside faded into the background as they held each other close, content in the quiet intimacy they shared.

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Underboss Sehun stood before Don Park Chanyeol in a dimly lit room. The tension was palpable, but Sehun was unflinching, ready to take on whatever came his way. Chanyeol, sitting behind a large oak desk, glanced at the stack of reports. "We need to move the new shipment," Chanyeol said, his voice low but firm. "Both the drugs and firearms need to reach our contacts in Busan by the weekend. The buyers are waiting."

Sehun nodded, knowing the gravity of the task. "I'll take care of it, Boss."

Then Consigliere Heechul asked, "Don Chanyeol, what about the detectives? Junmyeon and Yixing are getting too close. Even the Uncle Sugars. We may need to bribe someone higher up."

Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, eyes cold. "Bribe who you need, but ensure that the shipment gets through. We can't afford delays."

Without another word, Sehun exited the room, quickly pulling out his phone to contact Capo, Hawk.

Sehun: "We've got orders from the Boss. We're moving both the drugs and the guns. I need your crew to handle the distribution to the smaller teams and oversee the transport to Busan. Make sure they keep it quiet. And remember, if the Dicks or Uncle Sugars sniff around, handle it—discretely."

Hawk: "Understood, Underboss. I'll brief the soldiers."

Later, Hawk gathered his trusted soldiers in a hidden warehouse on the outskirts of town. The air was thick with anticipation as he laid out the plan, delegating roles and responsibilities. Each soldier knew that failure wasn't an option—money had to flow.

Meanwhile, Heechul, the lookout man, was already putting together the bribes necessary to keep law enforcement off their backs. With a combination of charm and cold calculation, he made the calls and arranged payouts to a few corrupt officials. It wasn't long before the Uncle Sugars, Junmyeon and Yixing, were closing in on the operation. But Heechul had anticipated their every move, diverting them with false leads and fake evidence.

The detectives would soon find themselves tangled in a web of misinformation, allowing the Mafia's shipment to move through undetected. Heechul's plan was flawless—by the time the Uncle Sugars realized the trail was cold, the money would already be in the Mafia's hands.

Hours later—

Sehun's phone buzzed as he walked down a quiet alleyway, the shipment already well on its way to Busan. Hawk had confirmed everything—both the drugs and firearms were en route, slipping through under the detectives' noses. A smirk crept across Sehun's face. The money would be flowing soon enough.

But just as he approached his car, the familiar sound of a siren echoed in the distance. Sehun barely reacted as a police vehicle screeched to a halt, and out stepped Detective Kim Junmyeon, his eyes cold, but beneath the surface, there was a hint of frustration. Junmyeon had been chasing this lead for months, and he finally had Sehun in front of him.

"Underboss Sehun," Junmyeon said, his tone laced with authority. "Step away from the car. We need to have a little chat."

Sehun turned slowly, his posture relaxed, almost casual. His expression was calm, but his presence carried weight. He knew the shipment was long gone—there was nothing Junmyeon could do now. As he took a step toward the detective, the two locked eyes. Junmyeon, despite being the one with the badge, felt the quiet power radiating from Sehun.

"Detective Kim," Sehun greeted, his voice calm and steady. "What's this about?"

Junmyeon frowned, approaching Sehun with a stern look. "You know exactly what this is about. We've got reason to believe you've been moving drugs and firearms through this territory tonight. We'll talk more about it at the station."

Sehun raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on his lips. "Drugs? Firearms? You've got the wrong guy, detective." His tone was flat, dismissive, like Junmyeon's accusations didn't even deserve a serious response. "My family and myself run legitimate businesses. Whatever you think you know, it's a misunderstanding."

Junmyeon stepped closer, his frustration evident. "Legitimate businesses, huh? Then why do we keep hearing your families name in connection with every major drug deal and gun shipment on this side of the city? You can deny it all you want, but I know you're dirty."

Sehun's expression remained unchanged. He leaned back against the car, arms crossed. "You can say what you want, but you have no proof. You can't pin anything on me because there's nothing to pin. And frankly, I'm tired of you wasting my time with these wild accusations."

The detective clenched his jaw, feeling the tension rising. Despite Junmyeon's position of power, it was Sehun who seemed to be in control of the conversation. His confidence was unsettling, almost as if he knew that Junmyeon had no way to touch him.

"Don't play dumb with me, Sehun," Junmyeon snapped. "We know you're behind this. You're not as untouchable as you think."

Sehun's smirk widened just slightly. "Am I not? Because last I checked, you've been chasing me for months and haven't gotten anywhere. And now you stop me here, in the middle of the street, with nothing to show for it." His voice was calm, but there was a subtle challenge in his tone. "So, what's the plan, Detective? Arrest me? For what? Walking to my car?"

Junmyeon could feel his authority slipping, Sehun's boldness making him feel smaller with every word. He hated the feeling—hated how, despite everything, Sehun remained untouchable. But he couldn't let it show. He straightened his posture, determined to regain control.

"You can deny it all you want, but I'm taking you in for questioning," Junmyeon said, his voice steadying.

"Questioning for what? Business deals you can't prove?" Sehun shook his head, chuckling softly. "Good luck with that."

But Junmyeon pressed on, determined not to let Sehun slip away this time. He placed Sehun in the back of the police car and drove him to the station. Inside, the bright fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, contrasting the tension that simmered between them. Sehun remained silent, not a word passing his lips during the ride or even when they arrived at the precinct.

Detective Kim Junmyeon sat across from Sehun in the dimly lit interrogation room, his hands resting calmly on the table. The fluorescent light above flickered slightly, casting a faint shadow across Sehun's face. Junmyeon had been at this for hours, trying to coax something—anything—out of the stoic Underboss. Yet, Sehun remained silent, his arms casually folded across his chest as if the entire situation was beneath him.

But it wasn't the silence that unsettled Junmyeon. It was the way Sehun stared at him—intensely, unblinking, as though he were studying every movement, every subtle twitch of the detective's face. There was something in Sehun's gaze, something that felt far more dangerous than his criminal reputation.

Junmyeon cleared his throat, trying to refocus his thoughts and maintain his composure. He couldn't let Sehun get into his head like this. But as the minutes dragged on, the air between them grew heavier, laden with something unspoken. Sehun's eyes, dark and unwavering, didn't just watch Junmyeon—they devoured him.

It took everything in Junmyeon's power not to shift in his seat. He had interrogated hardened criminals before, but this... this was different. The tension crackled like static in the air, and Junmyeon could feel the heat of Sehun's gaze crawling across his skin. It wasn't just the threat of violence that lingered in those eyes. It was something else. Lust. Pure and unfiltered, it gleamed in Sehun's sharp gaze, making Junmyeon's breath hitch before he quickly suppressed it.

He could feel his pulse quicken, and for a fleeting moment, Junmyeon's professionalism wavered. His heart thudded against his ribs as Sehun's lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, aware of the detective's discomfort. Junmyeon fluttered inwardly, his thoughts tangling in a mess of uninvited heat, but he straightened in his chair, reminding himself to stay focused.

"You think staring at me like that will get you out of this?" Junmyeon finally asked, his voice steady, though his body betrayed the slight tremor he felt beneath the surface.

Sehun didn't respond. His eyes flickered briefly, tracing the curve of Junmyeon's jaw, down to his collarbone, before meeting his gaze again. The silence stretched thin, heavy with unsaid words, making Junmyeon all too aware of the tension suffocating the room.

He couldn't deny it any longer—the electricity between them was palpable. But Junmyeon was a professional. He wouldn't let Sehun get under his skin. Not like this.

Trying to regain his composure, Junmyeon leaned back, feigning indifference, though the flush creeping up his neck told a different story. He tried to ignore the way his body reacted to Sehun's attention, the way his skin prickled under Sehun's lingering gaze. He was here to get answers, not to indulge in whatever twisted game Sehun was playing.

But Sehun said nothing, simply continued to stare, his eyes dark with intent, and Junmyeon couldn't help but wonder, just for a moment, what it would mean to fall into that gaze.

After several minutes of this, Sehun exhaled and leaned back in his chair, finally breaking the silence. "I think it's time I made a call."

Junmyeon, frustrated but knowing he couldn't deny the request, let Sehun make the call. Sehun dialed quickly, and within seconds, Consigliere Heechul was on the other end of the line. Sehun briefly explained his predicament, his voice steady and unwavering.

Heechul who was currently with Don Chanyeol on the other side put the phone on speaker. Chanyeol's face hardened as he listened. His Underboss, his right-hand man, being harassed by a low-level detective? It wasn't just a matter of loyalty; it was about control and respect. Chanyeol wasn't going to allow his organization's power to be undermined by a detective who didn't know his place.

As the call ended, he instructed Heechul and He made a quick call to a couple of high-ranking police officials—officers who were already deep in his pocket, well-bribed and kept under control by the money and favors they had received over the years.

The response was immediate.

Not long after Sehun hung up, Junmyeon received a call from his superior. The detective's eyes widened as the voice on the other end told him to release Sehun—immediately. Junmyeon's grip on the phone tightened as his superior repeated the order, the finality in his tone leaving no room for argument. The news hit him like a punch to the gut. He had Sehun, finally had him in his grasp, but in a matter of minutes, everything had unraveled.

Sehun sat back in the chair, watching Junmyeon closely. He could see the tension in the detective's shoulders, the barely-contained frustration as the call ended. Sehun's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, knowing exactly what had just transpired.

"You've got nothing on me," Sehun said quietly, breaking the silence. "In fact, this is harassment. Maybe I should be the one pressing charges. What do you think, Detective? False arrest? Maybe even a lawsuit?"

Junmyeon clenched his jaw, refusing to give Sehun the satisfaction of a reaction. He hated every word that was coming out of the Underboss's mouth, but there was nothing he could do. The higher-ups had spoken. Sehun was untouchable, at least for now.

"I could sue you, Detective Kim," Sehun continued, standing up from the chair with slow, deliberate movements. "But I won't. Not today, darling. I've got better things to do."

Junmyeon stared at him, anger simmering just beneath the surface. The defeat stung, but he kept his face as neutral as he could. He wanted to say something, anything to regain control of the situation, but he knew the game was already over.

Sehun made his way to the door, his posture exuding confidence. Before leaving, he turned back to Junmyeon, his smirk more pronounced now. "You'll have to try harder next time, Detective. Maybe you'll catch me off guard one day. But today isn't that day."

Junmyeon remained silent as Sehun walked out of the station, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall. Outside, Sehun took in a breath of cool air, his smirk never leaving his face. The shipment had long since left, the money and drugs already well out of reach. And now, with his release, he had made it clear: not even the law could touch him.

Junmyeon stood at the station entrance, watching Sehun disappear into the night. The defeat weighed heavy on him, but deep down, he wasn't ready to give up. He would come after Sehun again, but for now, the Underboss had won.
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Detective Kim Junmyeon stormed back into the station, his footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as he made his way to his office. Each step felt like a weight dragging him down. When he finally reached his desk, he sank into the swivel chair, his body slumping as if the fight had drained out of him entirely. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing, replaying every moment of the interrogation with Sehun. He had him—had him right in his grasp—and then, just like that, Sehun had slipped through his fingers.

Junmyeon groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. He let his head rest against the back of his chair, eyes half-closed as the disappointment gnawed at him. The audacity of Sehun, the way he looked at him with that smug, untouchable expression—it was infuriating. And then the call. The damn call from his superiors ordering Sehun's release as if the whole ordeal had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience for them.

The door creaked open, and Detective Zhang Yixing walked in, casually glancing around before spotting Junmyeon slumped in his chair. It had been a solid twenty minutes since Sehun walked out of the station, and Yixing immediately noticed the exhaustion written all over his colleague's face. He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the drawer for a moment before speaking.

"What's going on?" Yixing asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Junmyeon didn't respond right away. He just stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, frustration boiling just under the surface. After a heavy sigh, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Can you imagine? I had him. I had him in my arms, Yixing!" Junmyeon exaggerated, his hands lifting into the air as if he could physically grasp the memory. "And then, poof!" He whistled through his teeth, shaking his head, mimicking the swift disappearance. "Gone. Just like that."

Yixing stepped closer, curiosity piqued. "Who?" he asked, taking a seat across from Junmyeon. "Who did you have in your arms?"

Junmyeon's jaw clenched, his eyes dark with frustration. "The new Underboss of Fire and Light... Sehun."

Yixing sat up straighter, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Sehun? As in, Oh Sehun?"

"Yes," Junmyeon nodded, his voice tight. "I had intel that they were moving drugs and firearms tonight, but by the time I got to him, it was too late. I have no idea where it's gone. No leads, nothing."

Yixing's face twisted into a knowing smile. "I told you these people were evil. These aren't ordinary criminals. Every time I say it, you look at me like I've got something personal against them."

Junmyeon frowned, but he couldn't argue. He had brushed off Yixing's warnings about the Fire and Light Mafia in the past, thinking his partner was exaggerating, but now? Now, it was all too real.

Yixing continued, "Their money is dirty. Blood money. Everything about them is dirty, but they've got people in their pockets. Higher-ups. Hell, you should know by now—Sehun's release wasn't some coincidence."

Junmyeon let out a bitter laugh, rubbing his temples. "You think I don't know? Within seconds, Yixing. Seconds! The call came down, and he was out the door. And that look in his eyes—" Junmyeon sat forward, fists clenched on the desk. "The arrogance, the way he strolled out of here like he owns the place. Like he's untouchable."

"Because he is untouchable," Yixing said, shaking his head. "You go after an Underboss, you're poking the Don, and you don't want Don Park Chanyeol coming after you—or your family, for that matter."

Junmyeon huffed, leaning back in his chair, shaking his head slowly. "I hate him," he muttered. "I hate the way he looks at me, like he's invincible."

Yixing chuckled darkly. "That's because in their world, he is. You don't get to touch Sehun without offending Don Chanyeol. And Don Chanyeol has too many people wrapped around his finger for you to even scratch the surface."

Junmyeon was silent for a moment, letting the weight of Yixing's words sink in. But he wasn't ready to give up, not by a long shot. He sat up, his expression hardening with determination.

"I'm not giving up," Junmyeon said, his voice firm. "I'll catch Sehun in the act. I'll find a way."

Yixing laughed, leaning back in his chair, clearly amused. "When I warned you about them, you thought I was paranoid. Called me crazy, even. Now look at you." He pointed at Junmyeon with a teasing grin. "You're stuck in the same mess. I hope you're having fun dealing with this."

Junmyeon rolled his eyes, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. But I'll get him, Yixing. I swear it."

Yixing just smirked, shaking his head as he stood up. "We'll see, Junmyeon. We'll see."

As Yixing left the office, Junmyeon leaned back in his chair once more, the exhaustion setting in again. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with plans, possibilities, anything that would lead him to catching Sehun. But for now, all he could do was wait for the next move—and hope that next time, he'd be ready.

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Sehun got to where his car was abandoned and drove with focus, the earlier tension with Detective Kim Junmyeon now a distant memory. His destination was Hell—the underground construction company of Don Chanyeol. A stronghold where the Fire and Light Mafia conducted their dirtiest deals. The name suited the place; hidden deep beneath the city, it was a world where only power and money spoke.

When Sehun finally arrived, he was met with the familiar sight of armed men guarding the entrance. He walked in with confidence, descending into the underworld where dim lights barely illuminated the dark corridors. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and fear, but for Sehun, it was the smell of success. He strode down the hallway, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings as he approached the heart of Hell, where Hawk, Jongin, Hector and the others awaited him.

Hawk stood at attention with Jongin and a few soldiers, the weight of their victory evident in the satisfied looks they exchanged. When Sehun arrived, the Capos and soldiers bowed slightly, offering a respectful handshake.

"Sotto," Hawk greeted him, his voice steady.

"Capo Hawk," Sehun acknowledged with a curt nod, his expression unreadable. "Show me the consignment."

Hawk turned and led Sehun deeper into Hell, passing rows of crates, boxes, and hidden treasures that had been collected through various illegal means. They finally reached a heavily secured room at the back, where the consignment was located. The door opened, revealing the massive stacks of money, carefully loaded into boxes. It wasn't just money; it was several truckloads of raw cash, the kind of haul that only came after a big deal.

Sehun stepped inside, taking in the sight of the perfectly stacked bundles of mint-condition bills. The smell of freshly printed notes filled the air, almost overwhelming, but to Sehun, it was the scent of triumph.

He whistled softly, impressed by the sheer volume. "This is raw, dirty cash," he muttered, walking closer to the stacks. "In mint condition."

Hawk and Jongin stood nearby, watching Sehun's reaction carefully.

"Are you sure it's all here?" Sehun asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked over the piles of money. "Not a single bill missing?"

Hawk's response was immediate. "Yes, boss. It's all here, every last note."

Sehun studied him for a moment, then asked, "And it's not counterfeit?"

Hawk shook his head. "Not at all, boss. We checked everything. It's clean."

Sehun smiled faintly, pacing the room as he let the satisfaction of the moment settle in. This was the result of their tireless efforts, their cunning, and their ability to outsmart the law.

"This is good," Sehun said, turning back to Hawk with a grin. "This is really good. Congrats to you and the team."

Hawk and Jongin exchanged proud glances, knowing they had done their job well. Sehun's approval meant everything in the world they operated in.

"Bravo for your hard work," Sehun added, his voice filled with finality. "But we need to keep this under wraps for now. Make sure there are no issues. Don Chanyeol will hear about this soon enough."

With that, Sehun gave one last look at the truckloads of money before making his way out of the hall. As he left Hell, the underground world they controlled, his mind was already calculating the next steps. This victory was just the beginning, and with a haul like this, the Fire and Light Mafia was poised to expand its influence even further.
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After leaving Hell, Sehun wasted no time. The satisfaction of seeing the truckload of cash was still fresh, but his mind was focused on the next task: reporting to Don Chanyeol. His car roared to life as he sped through the dark streets, heading towards the mansion where the Don resided. The thrill of the night's success didn't slow him down; if anything, it sharpened his sense of urgency.

Arriving at the Fire and Light Mansion, Sehun parked his car and stepped out, his demeanor as calm and composed as always. The guards at the entrance acknowledged him with a silent nod, already informed of his expected arrival. Sehun walked briskly through the lavish halls, his boots making soft thuds on the polished marble floors, until he reached the private office where Chanyeol handled the family's most sensitive affairs.

As he approached Don Chanyeol's private office, he paused briefly before pushing the door open. Upon entering, Sehun bowed deeply, as was customary when addressing his superior.

Chanyeol looked up from his desk, eyes sharp as they met Sehun's. "Sehun," he greeted, his voice calm but commanding. "I take it everything went as planned."

Sehun straightened, walking closer to the desk before he began. "Yes, Boss. The consignment has been delivered safely to Hell. We're looking at over five hundred million dollars. Clean, raw cash in mint condition."

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow, the amount clearly satisfying him. "And you're certain of that? The quality, the count?"

Sehun nodded. "Hawk and Jongin confirmed everything, Boss. No mistakes, no counterfeit."

Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, the weight of their accomplishment clear in his satisfied smile. "Five hundred million... not bad. And the authorities? They didn't cause any more issues?"

Sehun allowed a smirk to touch his lips. "Detective Kim Junmyeon tried. He blocked me after the drop, thinking he had me. But by the time he moved in, it was too late. The shipment was already gone."

Chanyeol's expression darkened slightly at the mention of Junmyeon. "And what happened next?"

"I called the Consigliere," Sehun explained, his tone never wavering. "He reached out to our friends higher up, and the order for my release came down immediately. Junmyeon had no choice but to let me walk."

Chanyeol chuckled, shaking his head. "Those detectives been a thorn on our side for a while now. The fact that he thought he could actually hold you... how did he take it?"

Sehun's smirk grew wider. "He was stunned. One minute he was trying to play tough, and the next, I was walking out of the station. He looked like he couldn't believe it."

Chanyeol nodded, clearly pleased with how smoothly things had gone. "Good. Let him chase shadows. As long as we're always a thousand steps ahead, he's nothing more than a nuisance. Five hundred million... we've done well tonight."

Sehun bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, Boss. I'll make sure we stay ahead of him."

Chanyeol stood, walking around his desk to stand before Sehun. He placed a hand on his Underboss's shoulder, a gesture of approval. "You've done well, Underboss Sehun. Keep this up, and our hold on this city will be absolute. Prepare for the next step, but always be vigilant."

Sehun bowed again, fully understanding the weight of his role. "I will, Boss. The Fire and Light family won't falter."

With that, Sehun turned to leave, the success of the night resting heavily on his shoulders—but in a world where they played by their own rules, they were untouchable. And Sehun knew that under Chanyeol's leadership, no detective, no law, and no rival could stand in their way.

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Author's note 📝

I guess I'm in a good mood today😂🫰🤍
I hope you enjoy the chapters I will be updating today?😉