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183. Huang Justin Mafia AU

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· you were the younger sibling of zhu zheng ting, though you were not involved in 101 business yourself

· in your last year of high school, you lived in zheng ting's apartment, since the rest of your family, except for the uncle that the two of you had initially been staying with, were back in china

· zheng ting did his best to keep you out of 101 business, but sometimes, you had brief brushes with them

· one time, on the weekend, you were getting ready to go out with your friends when you noticed that zheng ting's inhaler for his asthma was lying in the dish where your keys were as well

· he almost never forgot his inhaler, but he needed it, due to how bad his asthma attacks got sometimes

· you knew where he worked, so you headed over to the 101 building quickly before going to the movies

· upon entering the building, someone asked you who you were, and you explained that you were delivering zheng ting's inhaler, making sure to use his street name

· the person explained where the room where he worked was, and you hurried to it, knocking on the door before entering

· there was only one person inside, who was maybe about your age

· "can i help you?" he asked, his voice slightly accented

· "y-yeah, i just wanted to drop off my brother's inhaler," you explained, holding said inhaler out

· the guy took it, giving you a smile, "you're zheng ting's sister, right?"

· you looked up at the guy in surprise, "how do you know me?"

· he introduced himself as minghao, explaining that he was chinese as well and that him and zheng ting had spoken briefly about you

· "well, if you could just pass it along to him, that'd be great," you said, smiling in return

· "yeah, no problem," minghao replied, giving you a wink

· boi excuse u

· that night, you were eating dinner with zheng ting when he brought it up

· "so you talked to justin today?"

· you looked up from your noodles "who's justin?"

· "the guy who you gave the inhaler to," zheng ting said, as though you were stupid

· "um, no, i gave it to minghao," you retorted, crossing your arms

· zheng ting looked mildly surprised, "he introduced himself as minghao?"

· "yes," you replied, looking at zheng ting suspiciously

· "it's nothing, he just normally doesn't use his chinese name," zheng ting shook it off, "but (y/n), if i were you, i'd steer clear of justin. he flirts a lot, but he dumps girls like a person changes clothes."

· you nodded, thinking back to the wink that justin–minghao?– had given you

· "i'll keep that in mind."

· occasionally, you have to go to the 101 building, either because you need to give something to zheng ting or he needs to give something to you

· and every single time, justin says something flirty or gives you another wink and you feel so attacked by him

· one time, when you were stopping buy to drop off his lunch, you could have sworn zheng ting glared fiercely at justin as he greeted you