Zico dragged a chair across the room, intentionally scraping the legs along the floor. Languidly, he sat down and propped his feet up on the cell door.
“It’s nothing personal, Jongup. Just business. You understand, right?” he asked, settling with his hands behind his head, eyes half lidded.
Jongup sneered, leaning up against the bars, shifting as much as the chains binding him would allow. “I dunno, Zico. The chains are a bit much, don’t you think? You sure this ain’t ‘cause your girl left you for me?”
Zico’s eyes snapped open and he slowly sat up, his voice dangerously low. “You shut the fuck up.”
Jongup snorted and paced back to his bench. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Zico took a deep breath and settled into his relaxed posture again. “Your friends are gonna pay through the nose to get you back.”
Faint shouting echoed down the hall, and several gunshots cracked in the tense silence. Jongup smirked, standing up again and rolling his shoulders. “Mm. Here they come. It’s nothing personal, Zico. Just business. You understand, right?”