Miyeon's P O V
I felt his hand, lift my shirt up, a little.
As soon as that happened, I felt a sting linger, and I had realized that he had started cleaning my wound.
"I'm sorry, but bare the pain." Younghyun paused,
I simply nodded, and I reached out for my phone.
I dialed a number, the number of my bestfriend, who was my partner-in-crime; Mark Tuan.
Mark had graduated from law school, but he ended up being my investigator.
He'll track anything down, for me. And gather information for me,
Let's just say, that he was like an older brother to me,
"Hey, shithead." He sleepily greeted,
"Yeesh, good evening to you," I disgustingly replied,
My hands balled into a fist, as Younghyun proceeded to stitch my wound,
"Why are you, calling? This late?" Mark yawned into the phone,
I chuckled, it was already, 2:04 AM, it would make sense, why he'd be bothered.
"Dipshit, remember the gang, that you had to uncover, last year?" I asked,
"Uh, yeah. Was it, STRAY KIDS?" His voice, went back to its original tone.
"Yeah, they're back." I sighed,
"No shit." Mark chuckled,
"They want something from us, again." I winced, Younghyun had been gentle the whole time, everytime it would hurt, I'd remember that I'm being stitched up,
"Got a wound?" He asked,
"Mhm. But, can you see, if they need anything? Because, I'm really not in the mood to fight, this year." I sadly sighed,
"It might be, money." Mark yawned, once again.
"Why?" I was confused, usually, they never want money, since they themselves, are rich.
"They have a debt of $9.5 million, to a guy named 'Jackson', in China. Apparently, they can't use their own money, since most of it is stolen." Mark shut his laptop, since it was heard through the phone.
"Oh, great." I said, sarcastically.
"Just keep them off guard, they'll eventually move on. There's a female gang, that owes them $10 million, named ITZY." Mark hung up,
"Oh, shithead." I kept my phone,
