"We're really not as different as you think" The mafioso chuckled. "That's why you're my favorite drink"
A Mafia boss and a freak join hands to end a criminal organization in exchange for freedom. What they didn't expect was to find betrayal and...
***Trigger Warning: topics such as prostitution mentioned***
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The bot was a time bomb that was ticking away by the second.
By the time the bar fills, the thugs will probably be turning around the corner expecting to find an empty hallway -which, according to Seungcheol, was a rule in the bar- only to find Jeonghan like a deer caught in headlights. They’ll definitely be suspicious. To make matters worse, the mafioso was stuck to the wall with a shining blue light beside him. He looked like one of those men in black whose current job was to abduct a blue alien.
It was a given he wouldn't make it inside the room on time, so what could he do to make the thugs evade the hallway once and for all?
Jeonghan sighed as a stupid idea made its way into his head.
He guessed he’ll have to put on a performance.
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As the voices grew louder and louder, the mafioso unwillingly ruffled his hair and untucked his shirt. He smeared the somewhat pink lipstick the stylists had earlier placed on him across his lips and cleaned his hand on the neck of the white button up he was wearing. It'd be a pain in the ass to get that stain off, but he'll let Minghao or whoever's in charge of the laundry at headquarters deal with it.
Soon enough, three or four thugs appeared in the corner of his eye: a big one who looked like a bowling pin, another whose beard needed trimming, one who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, and one who was probably barely even beginning his. Jeonghan fell to the ground in order to catch their attention, and thank god it did because as soon as the sound of a thud echoed around the room, another thundered behind the mafioso.
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The bot had done its job, now it was Jeonghan’s turn to do his.
“The fuck was that?!” The bowling pin snarled. He directed his attention to the end of the hallway but all he got in turn was the protruding smell of naphthalene and dust. “Damn it! It got into my eyes!”
“Dude, relax. I bet you 10 bucks it was just a rat, seeing how disgusting this place is…More importantly,” The untrimmed beard frowned. “Who the fuck are you?”
All eyes were immediately directed towards him. Jeonghan suddenly felt like a p***star. And, you know what? Maybe he was. Because as soon as the youngster in their little group met the mafioso’s eyes, Jeonghan gave the guy the most captivating smile he could muster.
“Hello,” He looked up at them and then grinned. “I’m Eric”
The language barrier and the charming smile definitely caught them all off guard.
“Chinese..?”
The mid-twentieth elbowed the untrimmed beard.
“It’s Korean you fucking idiot”
The youngest of them all crouched down and reached out for the mafioso’s chin, roughly grasping to it as soon as it reached it. “What is a pretty doll like you doing in this low excuse of a VIP area?”
However, all he got as an answer was a pretty smile and alien-like blabbery.
“He’s drunk” The untrimmed beard laughed. “Maybe he got intoxicated in order to get a deed done, if you know what I mean”
The bowling pin frowned. “But Wonwoo hates the idea of prostitutes contaminating his bar”
“I”ve heard that if they’re desperate enough though he allows them to enter the back to gain a few bucks” The trimmed beard grinned. “So, what if he’s on a graveyard shift today? I’m sure he won’t mind if we…you know, have a little go at it ourselves”
The bowling pin scrunched his nose. “I don’t fuck with men”
“To hell with you then” The mid-thwenthied looked at the youngest and smirked. “You in?”
He hesitated. “Is this even legal?”
“Nothing we do is legal!” The untrimmed beard laughed. “So? What do you say?”
On the side, Jeonghan was praying for the kid to say yes, after all, if he did then everything would go according to plan. The Don’s he’d met during his made-man days always talked about their adventures in Spain, so he supposed prostitution here would be a big money maker for pimps especially in crminal areas such as these. So, while he was earlier thinking of a plan, he decided to play the role of one to lead them into a room and then send them all straight to hell. Fighting the four of them at once was no biggy for him after all. As long as he didn’t acknowledge the blood he was sure would be spilled, then everything would be ok.
“Uh, Tim?” The untrimmed beard raised an eyebrow. “You chickening out?”
He scoffed. “So what if I am?”
At this, the untrimmed beard chuckled and then smacked the other’s chest. “You really are still a kid huh?” He cackled. “So cute”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes at the thugs' antics.
The mid-twentieth looked at Jeonghan and then lifted him up by the arm. “So where to doll?”
The mafioso raised a shaky hand and pointed to the room next to him.
“There?” He nodded. “Great~” The guy turned to the other two and smirked. “We’ll take a while, so don’t miss us too much, ok?”
Without waiting for a response, the thugs dragged Jeonghan into the room and threw him into a couch that sat in the middle of the room. They began to creep closer, and closer, and closer, until Jeonghan raised a hand to stop them before he stood up.
“Show..please sit..” He muttered out.
Seemingly having understood, the two sat down with spread legs and gigantic grins, expecting a lap dance or perhaps even some cock sucking out of the bat. But what they didn’t expect was for a gun to be pointed to the head of the untrimmed beard and a knife to be placed on the neck of the mid-twentieth.
With shock displayed all over their faces, the two poor souls looked up at the angel of death that stood before them with an innocent smile adorning his lips. He slightly opened his eyes and gave them a stare that sent a shiver down the thug’s spine.
“Surprise~” He whispered before he painted the room red.
