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Han Jisung lounged in a chair, looking quite relaxed. His boots were up on the table, and he leaned back, almost slouching. He seemed very at ease as he pulled out a phone—the very one he had taken from Hyunjin earlier.
"Hmm, let's start with the contacts," he pondered, tapping on the contacts application.
There weren't many contacts, mostly just Hyunjin's mom and dad saved as 'mother' and 'father'—simple. The consigliere sighed, "What kind of son is he?" He was judging hard.
He scrolled further, finding a few names he didn't know and shared the contacts to his own phone to check them out later. He also found Hyunjin's capo, Seungli's number saved as 'work', and Chris' spare number saved as 'boss'. Changbin's spare number was saved as 'unimportant person'.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the 'Unimportant' contact. "Unimportant?" he mused, finding it amusing since Changbin handled a significant portion of the work when Chan was unavailable. He stumbled upon a contact saved as 'germs' and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Jisung couldn't help but wonder, "Who the hell falls under that category?" His curiosity piqued, he tapped to check the number and was taken aback to find that it was none other than...
Jisung's spare number.
"This little—" he sighed, muttering under his breath, "He's probably the one stinking." He couldn't take the disgrace; how dare Hyunjin save the consigliere's number as "germs"?
After some time, he found out that the other contacts were of his group's soldiers and shook his head. Jisung really wanted to find something worth punishing this Hwang for. He then opened the messages app.
To his surprise, Hyunjin barely talked to anyone. The most recent message was from that popular 'artist' guy, confirming the payment for Hyunjin's painting. The conversation was rather dull, and Jisung couldn't help but make a face at the lack of interesting content.
"Such a boring person," he muttered. He stumbled upon a message from Hyunjin's dad, dated almost two months ago. Curious, he clicked on it.
> Suddenly, you're not at home? You don't really care about us, do you? If you don't return by 11, you're staying out.
Jisung's eyebrows knit together as he absorbed the frustration evident in those texts, prompting him to scroll down for more.
> Why the hell didn't you answer my damn call?! And why did you just bail on everyone? I told you it's freaking important! Everyone's losing their minds because of you.
< I'm sorry, dad... But they were making fun of me... They said I'm too thin.
> So what? Isn't that what you are? She's your aunt for god's sake! Jut worried about you.
