[ ONGOING, no i have not forsaken this]
"no jokes today, just pain."
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺
when tensions escalate amongst even the closest of friends, masks a...
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5years ago
Flashing lights, booming music, the smell of sweat and liquour, the sight of bodies pressed against one another. Cigarettes. Lipstick. Nails. Intrusive touches.
Dong Sicheng supposed this was a scene he had to get used to if he intended to operate here for long.
The leather watch strapped on his hand showed the exact timing he had agreed to meet the other man at. Not a minute more or less. This was how he worked, and he was going to make sure the brutes here understood.
Navigating through the throngs of people, he ignored the very apparent shining-eyed glances. He was good looking, and in a way that was above his age too, he knew.
The person he was meeting with today was the biggest drug cartel's boss in this foreign land, someone he had little inclination to be particularly nice to. He just wanted to check out his biggest competitor and the man's capability.
知彼知己，百戰不殆, as Sun Tzu would say. If you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles.
The red and white striped lollipop lolled in his mouth, moving from one end of his lips to the other. From the extravagant way people here were dressed, he could easily pick the boss out of the crowd- the man dressed too simply, in failing hopes to blend in.
Step-siding the men on guard, he slittered through the many barriers between him and his target, sliding into the seat across the cartel boss. Guns were drawn, raised and pointed in his direction almost immediately.
"Now now," Sicheng drawled, taking the lollipop out of his mouth, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. He made no move to raise his hands or show any sign of surrender. That would have been considered weakness, he knew. "Is this how you usually treat the guests you expect?"
The boss finally lifted his head, acknowledging the younger boy's presence. "You are him? Dong..." the Korean man visibly struggled remembering Sicheng's name.
"Sicheng," Winwin filled in, smiling a sort of grin that implied nothing but impending danger, but the brainless fool did not seem to be able to read between lines.
"Ah," the boss nodded stupidly. "Sasung, I see."
The Chinese boy cocked his head, noticing change in pronunciation.
That was a disrespect he refused to swallow. He may be young- very much younger than anyone else working in the same field- and a foreigner, but he expected basic respect all the same. Calling someone by their rightful name was basic. It was the fundamentals of respect. Even if you struggle pronouncing it, at least try. "I prefer to go by my birth name."
One of the men surrounding them hissed, taking great offence with every single component of Sicheng's dialogue, "Do you want to die? How dare you talk back-"
