"So, you used to be in the Korean mafia?"

Dongsoo snorted, staring at the 'school reporter' who was waiting for his response. With his crisp button up, round glasses, and satchel, he fit the role. But something about his eyes ticked Dongsoo off, and he knew that the kid was up to something. 6 years in gang like his, it taught him plenty of things, one of which was to never go against your instinct about a person. 

"Would I be on the streets now if I was?" Dongsoo continued working, cleaning up the empty tables in the restaurant, and Chanyeol continued following him. 

"Please, I need this report by monday. I heard-"

Dongsoo turned to the boy, staring him in the eyes, and he finally recognized the unsettling glint - this boy was digging, because he wanted in. This kid was desperately power hungry, and, if his situation was different, Dongsoo might have actually considered initiating the kid himself.

But things were different now, and he couldn't very well do that.

Dongsoo sighed, shaking his head sadly at the boy. "Don't get involved in it kid. Trust me, it's not the life you want."

Chanyeol chuckled, hiding behind his wide framed glasses and painted smile, biting back his annoyance. "I don't know what you mean? I'm just writing a paper."

"Since when are gangs and violence a topic in university?" 

"I'm studying forensics," Chanyeol responded cooly, staring down Dongsoo for a moment before backing down, severely intimidated by the man who, despite wearing an apron, still looked like he could beat up 10 people in one go. 

"I'll just find someone else."

Dongsoo nodded, watching the kid walk out of the restaurant with drooping shoulders.

Maybe this was his chance....