The Mafia's Cigarette Smoke (MINSUNG)

VI | Training

30.11.22
2,247 words

𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊

i just realised, i suck at writing fighting scenes...

𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓍊

the boys finished their breakfast and were now getting ready for a full day of training.

for some, training days were easy.

all you had to do was practice the shit you already knew.

but for others, training days were torture.

especially for minho, since he was good at literally everything. (🙄)

he had one day to improve all of his skills.

shit was hard.

anyway, now that jisung had joined, training days were gonna be harder for the ones who once only had to sit and act.

aka hyunjin.

since they were in need of another actor, or as minho calls it, bait, jisung was gonna fill that role.

bonus, jisung was also the perfect match.

he was fit, so he could fight if needed and he had the facials of a kid.

every creepy old man would want him.

not an overall very good thing, but it was great towards the mafia.

"jisung! are you ready?" hyunjin yelled from downstairs.

jisung was in his shared bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.

"i'm finally gonna learn how to be in the mafia... holy shit." he freaked out.

THE mafia!

the scary ass, killing people mafia!

holy shit.

"i-i'm coming!" he yelled hesitantly.

he rushed out the room and down the stairs, meeting an impatient hyunjin.

"finally- you good?" he asked suddenly.

jisung panted and gave the taller a thumbs up.

"g-great... just a bit nervous, that's all." jisung said, slightly smiling.

hyunjin nodded and tuned around.

"follow me." he said as he started walking.

jisung cleared his throat and nodded, following behind the other, looking like a lost puppy.

they walked into an empty room, it looked like a dance room.