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It was an out of body experience coming back to Seoul for Suri. It had been years since she was here and at the same time it felt like home again. It especially helped when she was greeted at the airport by a sea of men dressed in black suits who helped her with her bags as well as escorting her to the waiting dark tinted car that was parked outside the terminal building. She was in such a rush to leave Busan that she never even had the time to change out of her school uniform. Her short grey skirt that came up to her mid-thigh on her long legs and fluttered in the breeze and her upper half was covered in her white short sleeved school shirt with her name tag still attached. Her blazer was discarded many hours ago on the plane. She caught a few of the men in black looking at her in a less than innocent manner. Suri scoffed internally to herself. As if they would even be allowed to touch her knowing who her uncle is. Now uncle would be a stretch of a word used to describe Choi Mujin. She hadn’t seen him since she was a little girl and whilst she knew he was her father’s best friend and business partner (also using that word very loosely), she never could quite think of him as family.
From what her recollection of him could recall, he was a tall slim figured man with a sharp jawline and unreadable eyes. Despite his appearance, a young Kim Suri took a shine to Choi Mujin and as a child when he was visiting, would constantly sit on his lap whenever she could and had more than a few times, fell asleep in his warm arms. Her father would joke that she loved him at first sight and Suri as a child bordering on young teenager would protest profusely while trying to contain her blush.
It had been 7 years since Kim Suri and Choi Mujin had seen each other. He had been busy with building his empire known as Dongcheon and had seemed to have little time for her anymore but now her father’s hand has been forced and he had decided to send her away to Seoul. To her uncle.
Kim Suri eyed the men in black not dissimilar to her father’s own men in disinterest before stopping in front of one man who was standing in front of the back passenger door of the car waiting for her.
“Hello, I am Jung Taeju,” The man introduced himself with a bow “I am Choi Mujin’s right hand man if you need anything Miss Kim.” Taeju finished. Kim Suri raised an eyebrow unimpressed.
“I see my uncle is too busy to greet me himself.” Kim Suri commented in a cold detached tone. Jung Taeju lost his composure for a moment at the comment and the rest of the men shifted uncomfortably behind her although Kim Suri never bothered to turn around to see their expressions.
“He uh... was tied up a meeting so sent me to greet you.” Taeju lied with an ease that spoke volumes of how many years practice he has.
Kim Suri rolled her eyes, not bothering to retort to that excuse, before gesturing for the door of the car to be opened for her which Taeju did quickly and efficiently before closing it shut and getting in the driver’s seat of the car. Kim Suri watched as the rest of the men in black suits piled into their own cars with one minivan behind and one in front of their own car. Kim Suri looked out the window as she watched the city of Seoul go by with little interest. Taeju eyed the young girl from his mirror in silent humour. Oh she was going to give Choi Mujin a hard time.
The car eventually rolled to a stop outside the hotel Liber and Kim Suri stared out the window at how high the building went in awe. It seemed her uncle has been doing well in the last 7 years. Taeju jumped out the driver’s door and hastily opened Suri’s door for her before she hopped out of the car, still looking up at how high the building was, she reckoned it was at least 20 floors high.
“Follow me please Miss Kim.” Taeju broke her out of her daydream and quickly fell into step with Taeju through the lobby of the hotel and into the elevator waiting for them.
“Your uncle has requested that you stay with him in the penthouse suite.” Taeju commented before pressing the button for the penthouse. Kim Suri huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms. She had a bad feeling that she wouldn’t be able to do what she wanted to do without eyes everywhere. This is almost as bad as being back home. Taeju ignored her obvious displeasure at the information. Truth be told he wasn’t happy about the decision either. Business was conducted in the penthouse, and it was no place for a teenage girl to witness what happened between those walls.
The bell rung to announce the elevator had reached the desired floor and the doors opened out into a long red corridor which had a few of Choi Mujin’s bodyguards skulking about in.
Taeju opened the door to the penthouse to reveal a dark coloured room which was vastly big and at the centre of the room sat Choi Mujin’s dark wooden desk with the man of the hour sitting behind it casually, waiting.
“Ahjussi.” Kim Suri breathed quietly while laying eyes on the man that she hadn’t seen in 7 years. Taeju caught a small smile on the corner of his boss’ mouth before Taeju was hastily making a retreat from the room, sensing the intimate moment between the two. He last saw Choi Mujin slowly approaching the girl before the doors were closed and they were left alone.
“Was your meeting so important you couldn’t greet me at the airport?” Kim Suri asked, expressing her displeasure to hide her happiness at seeing Choi Mujin again.
“Life or death.” Choi Mujin replied walking towards the girl he only remembered as a quiet, sweet little thing. Obviously the 7 years apart had changed her. Kim Suri rolled her eyes at the cheesy answer knowing that in his and her father’s line of business it was literally that.
“You have grown up.” Choi Mujin commented while taking a moment to look at the girl, no woman, she has become.
“Well it has been 7 years.” Kim Suri retorted as Choi Mujin came to a stop in front of her, his height towering over her. Kim Suri eyed him curiously, he didn’t seem to have aged at all since she last saw him. His slim figure was still evident and his face void of wrinkles for a 40-year-old man.
“I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t come back to see you in those 7 years, but things here have been… complicated.” Mujin tried to placate her before reaching for her hand and bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss on the back. Kim Suri nearly gasped in surprise, but she held it in and kept her face void.
“I know, the business comes first.” Kim Suri repeats the words that her father drilled into her for years monotonously. Choi Mujin cracks a smile at the young woman which Kim Suri returns easily.
Kim Suri then suddenly places both hands on Choi Mujin’s face and steps closer to him so they are only a breath away, scrutinising his face. Choi Mujin freezes in place and tries to read Suri’s intention.
“You never seem to age; you look exactly as you did 7 years ago.” Suri commented quietly before meeting Choi Mujin’s eyes in an intense stare for several moments that seemed like hours before Choi Mujin’s face cracked into a wide grin, breaking the intimate moment between them. Choi Mujin places a lingering kiss on Suri’s head and wraps his arms around her tiny waist in a big hug. The move caught Suri by surprise, but she wasted no time in returning the gesture and burying her face where his neck and should join. A faint knock sounded but Suri ignored it, taking comfort in Choi Mujin’s embrace. Choi Mujin looked up from burying his face in her hair to see Taeju’s shocked expression from the slight opened door. Choi Mujin gestured with Taeju to wait there before easing out of the embrace with Suri.
“I have some business to attend to Suri. I have your bedroom all set up and all your things have been put in there already.” Choi Mujin told her, gently dismissing her. Suri nodded in understanding, turning around slightly to see Taeju waiting for Mujin, before stepping away from Mujin.
“Ok, try not to get blood on the white rug, if I was your housekeeper, I would kill you over that.” Kim Suri sassed in departure over her shoulder, knowing Mujin would be grinning over that comment. Taeju tried to compose his face over the surprise of casualness the young woman was with the boss.
Her short skirt flapped as she walked away, and Mujin struggled to keep his eyes up where they needed to be. Taeju pretended not to notice.