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43 | sleeping brat

PANDORA'S BOX
7:43 PM, WEDNESDAY

3RD PERSONS VIEW。

"Please drive safely–" was the last thing Keiko heard before Xiaojun drifted out the metal gates.

Hand clutched onto the handle, she gritted her teeth, throwing a glare towards him, "YANGYANG TOLD YOU TO DRIVE SAFE DIDN'T YOU?!" she spewed, raising a hand to smack his head.

A yelp escaping his lips, he derided, "Like I wouldn't be careful! Driving at this speed is normal!"

It obviously wasn't for someone who never really experienced fast cars. Since they came from an old industrial part of the city, they often would speed up until they reached the vast buildings.

"I'm definitely gonna die today," she sighed and tried to get used to the unusual speed. Her car rides with the other mafiosos were rather different from Xiaojun's, maybe it was because of the speed, or was it just Xiaojun being extremely nervous.

The last time he rode the same car was when they literally kidnapped her, but at that time she was drugged and was knocked out during the whole car ride. Teeth gnawing on the insides of his cheeks as his pace slowed down, noticing how serious Keiko was with the whole... "drive safe" thing.

Keiko raised a brow, taking notice of the sudden change of speed as she glimpsed at the boy beside her. "Well look who finally decided to slow down."

Xiaojun made a face, cocking his head to the side as he chuckled, "Definitely not me–" he steps on the gas making Keiko hiss and grip tighter.

"Fuck off, Xiao Dejun."

Arriving at the bar, Daniel kept sending dirty and aggravated looks towards the mafioso. Sneering as he crossed his arms, he turned to Keiko with a pout, "Now why the hell is he with you?"

Xiaojun raised a fist, "Okay, you listen here–"

Keiko hushed the boy, plopping a cherry into his mouth. "How about no fighting?" she suggests calmly, neatly folding her red sleeves up, revealing her tattooed arms.

Xiaojun ate the cherry silently, a little huff escaping his mouth as he glared at Keiko's young apprentice from time to time. "I have a weapon, you know." he threatens though Daniel only rolled his eyes at him.

From the research he had done about them, he was sure enough that this guy right here, was the Mask of the mafia, however, examining him didn't really scream 'undercover material'.

Sniggering softly, he shook his head and went to stand next to Keiko, another small pout on his lips, "Kei-noona, you still have to make it up for me!"

Ears perking up, Xiaojun sneakily stole glances at the duo as they served cocktails to their costumers. An unavoidable foreign emotion in him grows; consider it as stomach-churning. He shook away all the thoughts that bothered him– mostly annoyed, yet half flustered– as these imaginations comprised of Keiko.

"Xiaojun?" he flinches, bucking up as Keiko narrowed her eyes at him. Turmoil glinting in her eyes as she crossed her arms, "Are you okay?"

Xiaojun shifts in his spot, jerking back as he averted from her robust gaze. "I'm- fine." he balked, enough for Keiko to take action.