MAFIA X

druggie/gangster!jooheon

    Leave it to me to get myself into this situation. Up until 4 months ago I would've considered myself a responsible, mature girl, at least for my age. Sure I was in a band and could be pretty rebellious at times, but that was the entirety of my 'trouble making' side.

That is, until HE permanently entered my life.

    Currently though, I didn't have time to focus on my social affairs and opted instead to focus on the gravel and discarded trash that crunched under my feet as I tripped my way down some dark, smoke scented New York City alley way. My breathing was erratic and came out in short bursts of winter condensation from the physical exertion. Looking behind me, I could see my pursuer following close, nearly right on my heels, feet crunching over the garbage just like my own. In that second, I got caught up in my own feet and tripped myself, falling to the ground with a thud. I closed my eyes tightly and prepared for the worst.

-4 months prior-

    "New York is a boring city. Honestly, at this point I think it's just fucking overrated." My close friend and bandmate, F/N, said, eyeing the midnight traffic around us with mild disdain written across her face before flouncing off ahead of me. I chuckled cynically without moving and lifted my leg up and onto a bench to crush someone's still burning cigarette butt under the toe of my combat boot. They looked at me in shock and I smirked before returning my foot to its place on the ground smoothing a hand over my hair. "I happen to love the smoke filled air, nights without sleep, and oh, not to mention, the guys who can't take "fuck off" for an answer." I added on, speaking to myself while reading a text message from this asshole, Himchan, who just couldn't take a hint. "Y/N are you coming?" F/N shouted out to me, breaking me out of my hateful reverie.  "Yeah, yeah on my way." I called back, giving the cigarette one more stomp for good measure and flashing a grin at the owner of the vile thing before jogging over to her.

    We'd been walking towards the subway for about 10 minutes now. F/N got scared waking alone at night so every day after rehearsal in the shitty apartment we rented for our band to use as a studio, I walked her to the station. After arriving, I waved as she got on to head home, before turning around to head back to my own place.

    I'm not a scaredy cat, not by a long shot. The only thing that scares me more than being lost alone in the dark (or someone breaking into my house for that matter), are the occasional dick pics Himchan sends. Let's just say he should probably get a few things checked out.

    Tonight however, the atmosphere felt...different. More electric; more ominous. Walking down the sidewalk listening to the click of my own boots to calm my nerves, I picked up on some voices down the alley way to my right. Usually I wouldn't even stop to think twice, but something about the night was screaming at me to find trouble. And so, find it I did.

    As I approached the alley way I was able to pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation, however it wasn't until I was without an exit and peeking my head around the corner of the alley that I caught the full conversation. "Hyunwoo I told you, I'll have the shipment to you by the end of tomorrow evening." A man standing in the shadows said into his phone. His voice was gruff and deep, either from too little sleep or too many cigs. He shook his hair in frustration with whoever this 'Hyunwoo' on the other side of the phone was and let out a groan. "I told you not to fucking worry about it, the Feds haven't caught on and so long as it's only the NYPD we can get them off our ass. Yes, I know Hoseok got shot a month back...but-will you just listen for two fucking seconds? I promise you it's different this time I can- Hello? Hello?!?! DAMMIT!" The man slammed his fist into the wall before stepping out of the shadows and starting down the alley way, towards me, muttering all sorts of things about the cops and money and more specifically, a "stupid asshole that has to act like our fucking dad all the damn time".