double dealing - nct, chensung

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"young skull!" a voice called, holding his hand out for jisung to shake. "it's a real pleasure to meet you."

jisung politely shook the hand of the man, not bothering to ask who he was. jisung wasn't at the head of the mafia yet, he didn't need to know every single person in the mafia. and he wasn't even sure his father knew everyone part of the mafia. the criminal organisation held so much people...

death park was composed of various groups of different importance.

at the very top were jisung's family the heads of the business.

then, there were jisung's parents' close friends, each one of them being responsible for a branch of the mafia: jaehui dealt with all the gambling activities of the mafia, namseon managed the drug activities, myungki was in charge of extortion or basically manipulating people to give money to the mafia in exchange of the mafia protecting them, jihu is responsible for everything murder and weapon-related, and finally heesun – who is jisung's godfather – is the one dealing with prostitution.

each of those 5 branches have their own teams and men, all being under the commands of their leader, and of the mafia boss.

"oh, young skull! you've grown so much since last time i saw you!" another unknown man declared, shaking jisung's hand.

jisung's mafia name was young skull, as he was the youngest member of the mafia, and the heir to death park, whose symbol was a black skull.

he wasn't particularly fan of being called that, but if it allowed him to stay undercover whenever he would do something illegal, it was worth using.

the boy sighed loudly, plopping down on a sofa with a glass of what looked like sparkly apple juice –all of the other adults held long flutes of champagne, occasionally taking sips from it – to stare at his surroundings for a while.

the whole scene made it look like they were in the middle of an old italian mafia movie. the people around – mostly men – were all wearing expensive tuxedos and bowties with way-too-polished shoes while they drank some expensive champagne and talked with the other people around about the criminal business in a variety of languages.

jisung felt quite out of place there, wearing his expensive clothes and looking like a rich kid – which he was in a way, because his parents held the biggest criminal business of the country just to earn lots of money.

"what's my favourite godson doing on his own on new year's eve?" a voice caught jisung's attention, making him lift his head.

"heesun!" jisung exclaimed, placing his glass on a nearby table before jumping in the arms of his godfather and hugging him tight. it had been long since they had seen each other, but this didn't make them any less close. when jisung was only a child and his parents would need to leave the country for mafia duties, heesun would always be the one to stay with jisung. they had grown close over the years, and even with them seeing each other rarely now, they still loved each other dearely.

"you grew up a lot, ji." heesun ruffled the tall boy's hair, messing with it.

"no! don't do that! mom scolded me last time for having messy hair." jisung laughed, trying to rearrange his hair.

"come on, you look handsome anyway, it's not a problem." heesun rolled his eyes. "and if she ever scolds you, tell her that it's my fault and that she should be scolding me instead of you."

jisung smiled at his godfather, sitting back down on the sofa and patting the space next to him so that heesun stayed with him for a bit.

the man obliged, placing his glass of champagne on the table before sitting down next to his godson.