[n.jm x l.dh] [mafia au]
ೃ⁀➷ in which outlaw nana is
back in town, and mafia
leader donghyuck needs
to watch his back. though
unbeknownst to the deadly
pair, their wildest drea...
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Donghyuck stormed down the halls of the mafia base, the lights beaming down on him even when the world outside was dark and polluted. The sound of his ankle boots hitting the carpeted surface was the only thing that rung through his ears, the hallways extending far and in a daunting way, tricking anyone who hadn't a clue where to go.
Many doors lined the walls, some bedrooms, some offices, some fake just as a joke. The numerous occasions in which some of the members had pulled one open and walked into a wall never deterred the hilarity.
As one mahogany door came into view, drawing nearer and nearer, Donghyuck smiled to himself and started pulling his coat off. The room was situated at the end of a hall, with two others.
Once his arms were out of the material, he slung it over his forearm and pushed his fringe back off his face. Man, what a day, he thought.
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Donghyuck followed Jaemin into a bar, keeping his senses peeled and body close to the blonde. Many people who had been throwing back far too many drinks crashed against him and laughed loudly at nothing. The brunette sighed, having had the day from hell already and wondering was his bed any more hopeful to see him than he was to greet it.
"This way," the younger hummed, pulling the mafia leader closer and guiding him towards a free booth. They were quick to occupy it, sitting opposite each other and releasing relieved breaths. The loud live music blaring was a bit obnoxious in such a small space, and Donghyuck was just about ready to grab the musician's guitar and break it over his head.
"Would you like something to drink?" Jaemin called over the racket, tilting his head and looking utterly gorgeous under the neon lights. Why he had chosen this place out of the many in Seoul was still a mystery to the older, though the loud sounds and privacy of it made sense as well.
"Coke."
"You're kidding."
"No," the shorter responded with a cheeky smile, "I don't drink in front of just anyone, Na Jaemin. I'll let you in on a little secret, and it's that I'm a lightweight. You'd have to prove yourself worthy of my trust before seeing me even touch liquor."
The taller smirked with intrigue, waving a poor waitress over who was disheveled from wading through the bodies of drinkers and weary from a long night.
