The life of a mafia member and the eight boys who cross her path, for better or for worse.
Alternatively - Your partner is dead, or so you've been told.
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[Ongoing!]
Genres: Mafia au, action, angst.
Female reader insert (second...
◤"Her voice was softer and smoother than he anticipated, but why did he even expect her to sound like a fragment of his darkest nightmares in the first place?" In which a man who wants nothing to do with the mafia is chosen by its most infamous members. ◤Disclaimers: Female reader insert. Chapter four from the . Angst. Descriptions of violence, blood, injury, and death. Usage of profanities.
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"Congratulations on your promotion!"
Those four words were the worst Jisung had ever heard in his life, but his colleagues seemed to think otherwise. They pounced on him, each with a proud slap to his back or a playful punch to his shoulder.
He stood between them like a twig helpless to the tides of the sea, jostled about without regard.
He didn't want a promotion.
He wanted out of this mess.
As he was pondering over all the ways the universe seemed to personally despise him, the door to the meeting room opened, and two strangers stepped in.
His colleagues immediately fell into a hush and bowed their heads in greeting, their small huddle around him dissipating. "Good afternoon, commanders!"
Not strangers, he realized with a chill as he mimicked the rest. He simply hadn't the opportunity to interact with them up close to recognize them. But he had heard of them. Who in the Shadow Front hadn't?
Seo Changbin, the one who wore an eye patch. Y/n, the one who wore a burgundy coat. Two commanders of the Chaos Crescent infamous for being downright insane.
Jisung wanted to jump out the nearest window.
"Han Jisung. That's you, right?"
He tensed up for a second. Her voice was softer and smoother than he anticipated, but why did he even expect her to sound like a fragment of his darkest nightmares in the first place?
"Yes," he squared his shoulders when he answered, daring to hold her—disconcertingly—sparkly gaze.
Why him?
Jisung had nothing to offer besides an uninspired soul, yet there she was, extending her hand out to him. "We're excited to have you on board Action Unit 19, Han."
That was his chance. He had better decline this ridiculous promotion and hope that if he weren't to be released from this farce of a life, he'd at least remain in the bottom ranks where no eye nor mind regarded him.
But she was still looking at him intently, absorbing every millisecond of his hesitation with those knowing eyes. Behind her, the commander of Action Unit 17 regarded him with as much interest as one would grant a fly on the wall.
It appeared that his so-called chance was a farce, too.
Sure that fate was laughing its twisted ass off at him, Jisung clasped the hand of his new boss.
