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178. Kim Jonghyun Mafia AU

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· like many of the other members of 101, you had gotten involved in 101 business due to your father's involvement before you

· your dad, who had passed away, had been one of the main managers of the drug flow through 101, but since you were fairly inexperienced, you entered the 101 as a runner (someone who delivers small amounts of drugs to people and collects the money)

· the guy who replaced your dad, kim jonghyun, was apparently kind and forgiving, but you had yet to ever meet him for yourself

· one time, the person you were delivering to got violent, insisting that you were asking for the wrong place

· he'd shoved you and slapped you a couple times, but you'd managed to break free and run off, unable to complete the deal

· not being able to collect the money/drop off the product was a big deal, and you were scared about what kim jonghyun might do

· you returned back to the 101 hq, informing the correct person about what happened, and he sent you up to jonghyun's office

· you waited outside uncomfortably, pacing back and forth

· finally, the person inside shouted "come in!"

· you pushed the door, heart in your throat, and when you saw kim jonghyun for the first time, your heart beat even harder, but for an entirely different reason

· you'd been expecting some crotchety old man to have replaced your father, but kim jonghyun was a young, extremely handsome 20-something, sitting at his desk in the crisp suit required of all 101 higher-ups, suit jacket slung over the back of his seat casually

· stacks of papers surrounded him, and he pushed a file of papers aside to focus on you

· you then noticed that he was frowning

· "come in, sit down," he said gently, gesturing to the seat across the table from him

· you took the seat gingerly, watching the man in partial fear

· "how did you get hurt?" he asked in concern, leaning on his elbows to get a closer look at you

· your hand darted up to your face, wincing as your fingers touched slightly puffy, raw skin. apparently, the slap had left bruises

· "did the pickup do that?" jonghyun asked again, this time a bit more sternly

· "y-yeah," you said quietly, unsure of what was to happen

· "and you had no way of defending yourself?" he continued, frown growing deeper. "no gun, no weapon, no training?"

· you shook your head and he cursed under his breath, reaching over to pick up the phone on his desk

· "yah, kang dongho," he snapped, running a hand through his inky black hair, "when you get new recruits, make sure you actually teach them how to fire a fucking gun before sending them my way."

· he hung up the phone and turned back to you

· "are you alright?" he asked, "the guy didn't try anything else, right? you don't need a visit to the hospital?"

· "no, no," you replied, shaking your head, "he just shoved me around a bit, it's no big deal."

· "well, we won't be dealing to him again," jonghyun informed you, "we don't deal with pickups who think it's okay to rough up our runners. but you," jonghyun looked up at you, as though contemplating something, "you need to learn how to shoot a gun."