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Seonghwa pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Two of his executives stand infront of him, or atleast one of them seems to be standing.
Both of their masks and hoods have been taken off now that they are back at their HQ.
Mingi stands before him looking rather impatient for his response as he fidgets, his black and red dual-toned hair now slightly messed up from the ride back but gaze still firmly locked on his boss.
In stark contrast, his other executive lays sprawled out across his office couch, head hanging off of it's arm and shoulder-length crimson hair cascading down as he smokes, his gaze fixed absent-mindedly on the ceiling.
The redhead had been like that since they came back. While Mingi had given him a debrief on what happened, the other executive only occasionally chimed in.
"Yeosang, what did I say about smoking in the office?"
"Give me a break."
Yeosang huffs, puffing out yet another cloud of smoke as he pushes open the window next to him with the tip of his shoe.
Mingi snorts at his action but Seonghwa however does not look very amused.
"Kang Yeosang."
Yeosang huffs, finnally sitting up and putting out the cigarette with his mechanical pointer finger and throwing it out the window.
"What more is there to say? The heist is obviously compromised, you know that they'll stop at nothing to make sure we fail."
"No."
Seonghwa replies firmly.
"We are going to get that core one way or another, no matter what they are planning, we are certainly not calling off the heist."
"And how, pray tell are we going to do that?They have probably already been informed of our plan as we speak, you think they're just going to hand it over?"
The redhead questions, annoyed as the other executive hums in agreement.
"He has a point hyung, it's more than likely that they have already been informed and will be taking precautions."
Seonghwa sighs.
"Well, we'll conduct a meeting later to figure out what course of action to take next."
The blond haired man states to which the Mingi nods.
"Yeosang, see if you can get into their system, Mingi tell Wooyoung to come see me later, we have some rats to take care of in the meantime."
Yeosang hums in response, still staring off into space as the other executive nods.
"You got it boss."
Mingi playfully salutes at him before walking out to which the older only fondly shakes his head at before turning his attention to other executive in his office.
"Yeosang"
Yeosang groans, dramatically flopping back onto the couch like a dead fish.
"What?"
"My suit for the gala needs to be picked up by this evening."
The redhead huffs but stands up anyway as he mutters under his breath.
"I'm being reduced to damn errand boy, unbelievable."
He rolls his eyes but is secretly glad for the distraction, which Seonghwa is well aware of.
It had been a while since those two had come into contact with eachother after their latest messy "meeting" (read- fight), and just seeing him again had seemingly set Yeosang off.
"And for the love of god no clubs. I better not find you in a strip club again sang, I sure as hell won't be the one dragging your high ass out of there and Wooyoung will actually lose it if he has to be the one to do so."
Yeosang simply flips him off, grabbing his helmet from the office table before walking out.
Seonghwa shakes his head with a tired yet fond sigh before going back to his work.