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168. Hwang Minhyun Mafia AU

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warning: violence, drugs, guns, drinking, sexual harassment

· you were a college student, working part-time at a restaurant downtown to earn some extra money

· the pay was good, but there weren't many waitresses so you would often get called in to cover extra shifts

· the other waitress once explained to you that not many people wanted to work at that restaurant because the owner was involved in some "shady business"

· you weren't sure about shady business, but every once in a while, maybe once a month, the boss would clear out the restaurant except for a couple guests with large, heavy briefcases and crisp black suits

· your boss would instruct you to serve the guests no food, just glasses of extremely expensive bourbon with ice

· it was suspicious, but you were a college student and you needed money

· one night, your boss pulled the team together to inform you of such events happening again

· but for some reason, he warned you that if guns got pulled out, you were to head outside to the alley and escape

· you traded worried glances with the rest of the serving team, heading to the back where you normally stayed during visits like these

· "(y/n), you're server for the night." he called sharply, signalling for you to stay

· normally you just got the guests their whiskey and left; being hostess meant checking on them and asking them how they were

· "what? why?"

· "i'll pay you double"

· you heaved a sigh, mentally contemplating your options: safety or double your usual nightly salary

· "fine."

· the men arrive, clearly from two different groups

· one of them is heavily tattooed, obviously carrying weapons on their bulky frames

· the other group is much more crisp, neat, clean, with no visible tattoos or weapons

· you ask them what they'd like to drink and a slender man smiles charmingly at you

· "we'll take whiskey, my dear"

· you nod, hurrying back to the kitchen to get the drinks from the bartender, who tries to calm your shaky nerves

· you bring the whiskeys back out, setting them down on the table in front of each man

· you're bending down to set the glass in front of the last tattooed man when the slender one who ordered snapped his fingers

· "her eyes are up here, not on her ass" he said coolly, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance

· you did your best to keep your cool and not glare at the guy who had been apparently staring at your ass

· you checked on them periodically, trying to smile through your teeth

· every time, the charming man sent you a gentle smile, obviously aware of how nervous you were

· just as you began to collect the glasses from the table, you heard a gun cock behind you

· you felt like fainting right there and then when you saw, out of the corner of your eye, one of the burly tattooed men holding up a pistol