A bottle of stardust (SVT)

I Win

Junhao

The corridor was silent and eerie, fluorescent white lights dangling from the ceiling like necklaces from the necks of rich women. Junhui was very much aware of how secluded and empty the whole building was. No sounds of footsteps, talking or even breathing. Whoever was here was either nonexistent or very sneaky. But he definitely was here. His letter said it all. Junhui drew his pistol, gripping it hard. His enemy would be near, he knew it.

A click. The lights flashed, swinging like pendulums and changing colours like the lights of a hype club. A sinister laugh was heard, but Junhui knew who that laugh belonged to. Smoke gathered in the corridor and a white door opened slowly, revealing the silhouette of a man.

Junhui began to applaud.

"Well, well, well, Xu Minghao, didn't expect such a grand entrance." The smoke cleared, and there stood the boss of the greatest mafia gang in history, the most vicious, blood-thirsty, threatening and merciless...boy. Yes, the most powerful mafia leader in the world was currently a young boy, barely twenty-five, who goes by the name the8 but more commonly known as Xu Minghao. Minghao gave a haughty grin, "Well, I was expecting you, after all, Wen Junhui."
Junhui coughed. "I see you still remember me?"

Minghao rolled his eyes. "Of course I would remember you, the creepy man who had been insisting my hand since the first time we met!"

Junhui smiled, "And you remember the deal?"

A wicked smile spread across Minghao's lips. "Oh yes, we fight, if I win, I get to kill you, " "And?" Junhui prompted. The smile slid off Minghao's face, "If you win, you get to have me." "YES!" The older laughed.

"What are you waiting for, Jun? Let's go!"

They clashed, knives drawn from who knows where shining, the screech of metal against metal a bird of prey's cry. Junhui grunted, "You'll be mine soon!" Minghao scoffed, "Don't be so cocky." He swiped under Junhui's legs, but the latter leapt and instead kicked the younger. The younger fell to the ground but jumped up like an acrobat. He attacked the older, the two weaving and dodging expertly, dancing a dangerous dance. Junhui produced a second knife and slashed at Minghao's sword arm. Mind desperately thinking of a way out, an idea popped into Minghao's head. He let out a pretend sigh of tiredness and let Junhui's blow knock him down. Minghao's weapon skidded to a side of the room and lay there defeatedly. Junhui straddled Minghao's fallen form. 

"I fucking win, Xu Minghao, I win."

Minghao smirked.

"Actually, Wen Junhui,"

He started to say, then kneed Junhui in the groin, and flipped the man over, so that he was on top of Junhui now. "I win."

He raised his knife, about to stab Junhui-

"AND, CUT! GOOD JOB, EVERYONE!"  The director shouted, and the pair of actors crumple to the floor. Junhui got up and saw Minghao's offered hand. "Sorry about that knee. Care for lunch?" "Gladly."