𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // Donald Na X Fem Reader

{1} Joining the Union

☀️ Friday ☀️

I felt something wrap around my shoulders. Quickly, I brought my elbow up and hit whoever was touching me in the stomach area. A girl gasped in pain and the thing on my shoulders rapidly retreated. I turned around to see my friend, Min, holding her stomach, staring at me like I'm crazy.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, Min," I said, casually laughing.

"Yeah, sure. Some dude is here. He wants to talk to you."

"What?"

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I followed Min to the front of the school and into a small garden like area they have out front. When I arrived, I saw three of my friends, beside a small wall used for decoration, in a defensive stance. When I got over to them I saw two boys. One was tall with brown hair and glasses, the other had ruby eyes, blonde hair, and was covered in tattoos.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"This guy said he wants you to join him," Min said.

"Join you? What are you a cult?" I scoffed.

"No. I'm an opportunist and a businessman," the blonde said.

"So what business do you do?"

"Have you heard of the Union?"

"You mean those thugs who go around and intimidate everyone under the name 'Donald'? Then use their status as an excuse to fuck everyone over like fucking cowards?"

Blondie smirked. "Well, I wouldn't say all of that. Though some of my guys are a bit of a kiss ass."

"Your guys?"

"Yes. My guys. I'm Donald."

Oh shit. Is he gonna kill me?

"Whatever. Not my problem. I don't want business with you."

"You should really consider it," four eyes said. "It will be worth your time."

"How's that?"

"We make a lot of money, and you yourself can claim that status that you seem to hate others for having."

"Did I not make it clear when I shit on your guys for abusing it? Status means nothing to me."

"Then what about money?" Donald asked.

"You think I can be bought?"

"Everyone can for the right price."

"I want me and each of my girls paid at least 200 each week. In cash. I want payment at the beginning of each week."

"200? For each member of your so-called 'gang'?" He raised a brow and looked amused.

"We aren't a 'gang', but yes. There's only 6 of us."

"I count 5."

"One of us is in the hospital."

"I'll think about it. So we have a d-"

"I'm not done," I interrupted and put my finger up.

He glared at me. That boy doesn't like to be interrupted.

"Pay my friend's medical bills," I continued. "She can't afford them and even with the work we're doing none of us can find the money to get them paid."

"Okay. Is that it?"

"No. I want protection for my friends. If anyone outside of the Union attacks my friends I want to know they're covered. So if your guys see someone hurting my friends I want them to step in and help. Or if someone hurts my friends, I want revenge. If they're too big for just us to handle I want your help making sure they never touch us again."