Korean Blood

The Decision

What the f**k did I get myself into? This man looks important as hell, all the men in suits and GUNS are making it painstakingly obvious. I can’t tell if he is a criminal, athlete or actor. No matter what, I need to be careful. Cyra thought to herself as she began to walk up the concrete stairs.

Kwan's features were unmistakable and to some, very mesmerizing. His jawline seemed to be sharp enough to cut diamonds and his muscles hard enough to break them. Standing Six foot eight with thick muscular shoulders many people feel overwhelmed simply by standing in his presence, describing him as having a monstrous build and aurora about him.

Cyra stopped about 2 feet away from Kwan and immediately froze again once their eyes met. After only a few seconds of his gaze she felt naked, scarred and helpless all at the same time. He looked as if he could snap her in half if he was angry enough and Cyra was no twig. His towering height, dark eyes and cold expression instilled in her what she could only describe as “primal fear”.

“What business do you have at my home?” Kwan asked.

“I…well..he.” Cyra tried to speak but nothing but non-senses and stuttering came out. Kwan took a half step closer to Cyra who was still frozen in place.

“Who is that man behind you?” Kwan asked Cyra, pointing past her.

Cyra slowly turned her head to see what he was pointing to, only to see her attempted kidnapper who was still standing in the garden with lasers riddled all over his body.

“Th-th-that’s the man who I was running from. He tried to sexually assault and kidnap me while I was at a restaurant with my fr-.” Cyra cut herself off; she knew it would be best to not add Beatrice in any of this. “I ran from him, which is how I ended up at your house.” She told him hoping he would notice or ask about the obvious gap in her story.

“Mmhh.” Was all he said in response.

Before Cyra could say anything else, a man who looked like he was of Russian descent began running up the stairs. Once he was directly next to Kwan he crossed his hand behind his back and stiffened his posture as if he was a soldier.

“Sir, his identity has been confirmed. He's Fang Mo, head of the Eastern Incheon mafia and only an Easy Man to us.” The man without stuttering a single word.

Cyra felt a cold chill run up her spine as she heard the man speak. This was the second time she heard someone call someone else an “Easy man”. Emiliy called him an Easy man before too. She could not help but feel she had gotten herself in more trouble than she started with. Not only did Cyra have no idea what an Easy Man was but the fact that he said “us” is what made the situation even worse.

“Ummm do you work with that man?” Cyra asked as she took a few steps away from Kwan preparing herself to run again.

As if Cyra hadn’t asked any question at all, a slight smile appeared on Kwan’s face. He raised his hand and clapped twice which made all the men lower their guns.

“Well let's not be rude, we should greet our guests.” Kwan said, still smiling.

“Come forward.” The Russian man yelled in a powerful and firm tone.

Without hesitation the man sprinted across the garden path and hurried up the stairs. Once he reached the top he immediately fell to his knees in front of Kwan and smashed his head into the concrete.

“I’m so sorry sir I didn't mean to bother you, nor did I know you were in Korea. I will punish this woman for disturbing you.” The man said still not removing his head from the ground.

Cyra was very confused at what was going on and had no idea how to act in this situation.

“il-eona.” Kwan told the man. (Get up)

Immediately the man shot up to his feet standing with an almost perfect posture and his arms behind his back just as the other man did.

To Cyra this was a completely different man, his drunken state, curved posture and slang filled speaking were all non-existent in this moment.

“Now go ahead and tell me what happened, woman.” Kwan said in an amused tone.

“I tried to- well he- m-my clothes-.” Cyra found herself stuttering again out of fear.

“ W-We-Well I went to the wrong-.” Cyra was cut off by Kwans hands aggressively grabbing her by the chin and making her look up at him.

“Speak.” He said in a stern voice as he looked directly into her soul.

Cyras heart began to pump at double the her normal speed, that same primal fear she had once felt was quickly reinstated into her bones by Kwans actions.

“ Uhhhh, I was at Le flé trying to find a changing room but I accidentally went to the wrong area and ran into him and four other men. I tried to ignore them but they eventually tried to kidnap me saying they wanted to “have fun” with me.” Cyra said hoping that story would be enough for the man to release his grip on her face. With an eye roll and a sigh Kwan had released Cyra from his grip.

“That still does not explain why you and him are on the steps of my vacation house.” Kwan said as he waved another man over. Not wasting any time the man began to examine Cyra’s pasta haired kidnapper almost in the same way a doctor would during a check up.

Cyra had become distracted watching him poke, prod and pull all over the man's body doing a physical examination.

“Pay attention!” Kwan yelled, making Cyra and the rest of the men jump. “Why-are-you-here?”

“I escaped from him and his men and ended up running here, looking for help.” She told him honestly.

“Well?” Kwan asked, looking at the man who was doing the examination.

“Sir from my quick evaluation, he has a broken rib, nose, and jaw.” He said plainly.

Which didn’t surprise Cyra in the slightest, she had been boxing her whole life and knew what damage she could do.

Kwan's face lit up with excitement as if he was happy the man had gotten badly beaten.