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悪名高いです — notorious.
"You'll never win."
A punch right to the jaw.
"Aww, for a man so small, you're so strong. That's impre—"
Another punch. Harder this time. Ramdam na ramdam niya ang galit ng lalaki sa kanyang kalamnan kung saan tumama ang kamao nito.
Seungcheol wheezes out as he coughs blood. Really impressive for a man that small. Sana pala hindi niya minaliit ang lalaki nang una itong pumasok sa kwarto. It was hard not to, by the way. Small height, pink hair, and that over-all adorable yet stone-cold face, it was easy to underestimate him.
But then again, this man pacing around in front of him is Port Mafia's top general himself, Woozi. Hindi nakukuha ang ganitong klaseng titulo nang gan'on-gan'on na lang. Of all people, Seungcheol should know that the most.
Maliban kay Kim Mingyu aka Dark Knight na siyang tinuturing na Mind Chip ng buong Port Mafia, siya ang may pinakamaraming alam tungkol sa buong Mafia at kung paano sila mag-operate sa Yokohama Port at maging sa iba pang mga bansa hindi lang sa Japan. He's willing to bet his entire life he knows more dirt than those mafia generals themselves about the entire mafia. Alam niya ang iba't-ibang mga underground transactions na ginagawa ng mafia kasama ang iba pang mga mafia mula sa ibang bansa. Alam niya ang iba't-ibang fighting styles at teritoryo ng mga generals ng Port Mafia pati na ang naka-assign na trabaho sa kanila.
Well, nothing less from the top spy from Mimic who managed to infiltrate Port Mafia in the span of one week and stay for almost two years before his cover was blown by none other than the Little Dragon himself, Woozi, real name Lee Jihoon.
Muntikan na siyang matawa sa iniisip, kung hindi lang masakit ang sugatang mga labi niya. Kahit nga bansag sa kanya, may maliit. Pfft.
"I'm surprised you can still smile after all those punches I threw at you," Jihoon's dangerous, cold voice echoes. "Nakukuha mo pang ngumiti kahit na halos maubusan ka na ng hininga. You're pretty tough, aren't you."
"Nakakatuwa lang kasi ang pakiramdam ng maliliit mong mga kamay sa mukha ko. Naalala ko 'yong pamangkin kong seven years old sa lambot ng—"
The most painful punch so far. Grabe, hindi ba nawawalan ng lakas ang lalaking 'to?
Tumalsik ang mukha ni Seungcheol sa kabilang direksyon at kung hindi lang siya nakatali ngayon sa poste, malamang kanina pa siya humalik sa sahig.
"You were saying?"
Seungcheol replies with another cough.
"Good. Ngayon sabihin mo sa'kin kung nasaan ang base niyo at kung paano ka nanatili bilang isang espiya sa napakahabang panahon," marahas na hinablot ni Woozi ang buhok ni Seungcheol para tumingala sa kanya. "Tell me who's your boss. And we'll take things easy."
Nakuha pang tumawa ni Seungcheol nang mahina. "Matagal na rin ako sa Port Mafia, Woozi sir. I know taking things easy is not one of this mafia's style."
Jihoon glares at him. "I can do something. You haven't killed anyone in the org. You're just doing your job as the good little spy Mimic has sent against us. May magagawa ako para makumbinsi sila na inosente ka. All you have to do is to tell me things I need to know and you'll be a free man."
Jihoon's eyes were so much more chocolate-y at this distance, Seungcheol quickly takes note of that as he slowly smiles. Napaka-pamilyar sa kanya ang titig na 'to. It's the same calculating gaze he sees when he's trying to focus on the newspaper he's reading or when he's practicing shooting at the airsoft when Seungcheol does his own shooting practice there. It is the gaze he makes when something requires his full attention.
It makes Seungcheol want to smile even more when the thought of being Woozi's center of attention surges inside his brain.
All of those times he tries to get his attention and this is all it took, with him tied up against the post and bruised all over.
Hindi tuloy maiwasang tanungin ni Seungcheol ang sarili. Bakit siya pa? Bakit sa lahat ng tao sa mundo, ngiti pa ng lalaking 'to ang gustong-gusto niyang makita?
Bakit kay Lee Jihoon pa?
"Gusto mong malaman kung ano ang alam ko?"
Woozi tilts his head to the side, his hold on Seungcheol's hair loosening. "All of it."
"Hmm . . ." Seungcheol grins. ". . . you're very cute at this distance. That's all I know now."
A punch. Should've seen that coming.
"Do you fucking—"
Another punch.
"—think you can—"
A kick.
"—flirt your way out of this one?"
A jab.
Seungcheol spits out more blood and this time, a tooth. Hinahabol naman ni Jihoon ang kanyang hininga dulot na rin ng sunod-sunod niyang atake sa lalaki, bahagyang nagkakasugat ang mga kamao. Seungcheol raises his head and grins at him.
"What the fuck is so funny?"
"Alam mo, nahulaan mo ang Plan A ko e."
In a flash, Seungcheol kicked him off causing him to lose his balance. Malakas na natumba si Woozi dahil sa lakas ng pagkakasipa sa kanya ni Seungcheol at bago pa man siya nakatayo nang tuluyan, nakapulupot na ang braso ni Seungcheol sa kanyang leeg.
"Flirting didn't work so I'm escaping on my own. Hehe," Seungcheol chirps, tugging on Jihoon's arm in which he expertly twists to his back leaving Woozi completely immobilized.
Fucking bastard.
"Pero pramis, hindi ako nagsisinungaling nang sinabi kong ang cute mo," masayang sabi ni Seungcheol. "Kaya aalis ako at sasama ka sa'kin. Yay!"
