not the best chapter but yUh get it ig 😩😩 i literally just pulled this our of my ass last minute don't mind the shit ass writing

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Seo-yun throws the doors open, and promptly, everyone stands up from their seats, only sitting down once their leader has made himself comfortable on his own chair at the head of the table.

"I'm going to cut to the chase. Are you guys fucking stupid?".

Nobody responds, hoping that he's not speaking to their regime, heads bowed as he stares them down.

"Raven, you were in charge of killing Ryu Jun-woo. What the fuck went wrong?".

One of the men at the back raises his head slowly, fear glimmering in his dark, beady eyes.

"Nothing, sir. The only problem was... that kid.".

"So he's dead?".

"Yes, sir.".

"And the kid?".

"I don't know, sir.".

Jae-yoon, who's on Seo-yun's right, nudges him lightly.

"I took care of him. He's in the guest room.".

"My guest room?".

"Yes. He might be a witness, but I think he could be useful.".

Seo-yun raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat.

"Oh?".

"He shut up once I told him what's going on and why he's here. But he's not dumb, I can tell. And a pretty boy can get away with more than most of our soldiers. In the worst case, we use him as bait.".

"What about his family? Could we use them as leverage against him?".

"He's an orphan. No siblings, no family of his own, nothing. We found his socials, he seems, well, flamboyant. Not an easy target, that's for sure.".

"So there's nothing we could use to get him to shut up. I'm guessing?".

"Honestly? Money. He's not rich, he lives in a shitty apartment and spends most of his money on school. No support from his parents, of course.".

"Mhm. Then-".

"With all due respect.". Namjoon's character, Park Han-gyeol says, picking at his knife lazily. "Why don't we just kill the kid? Makes it a lot easier for us.".

Seo-yun raises an eyebrow.

"Han, are you actually stupid?".

"I-".

"The police. They'll come looking for him, fucking hell. We can't tell him that we'll kill him if he snitches, because he could ask the government for witness protection.".

"Stage something, make it look like suicide. The kid's broke and gay, how much would the governmemt even care?".

Seo-yun looks unimpressed, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"But would we really want to kill a pretty face like his?".

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"So.". Yu-jun starts, a glint in his eyes as he looks up at the taller male. "This is a mafia.".

"Mhm.".

"It was a statement, not a question.".

Seo-yun pauses, unfamiliar with the fact that this kid, who's younger, smaller, and lower than him in all senses just-

He did not.

There's no way this kid just tried to dominate him.

But before he can say anything, he just keeps going.

"And you're a mafia boss.".

"I am.".

"And I'm being held captive because I saw your men killing someone.".

"Mhm.".

"And your friend, he told me that you killed him as an... honor kill was it?".

"Exactly. And he's my consigliere, not a friend.".

"Mhm. Anyways, honor kill...".

Seo-yun scoffs, leaning against the post of the bed.

"His family killed mine a while ago. So I killed him.".

"So, there wasn't a real reason. Interesting.".

Seo-yun's jaw almost drops, but he fixes him with a sharp glare.

"The real reason-".

"Tradition, hm? Anyways, I want to know what you're planning on doing with me.".

"I was considering letting you live, actually.".

"Well, isn't that a pleasure.". Yu-jun responds breezily. "How kind of you, Mr . mafia boss.".

"Wouldn't want to kill a pretty face like yours, love. And my name isn't mafia boss.".

"What do I call you, then?". Yu-jun asks, smirking up at him.

"You don't need a name for me.".

Yu-jun looks at his lap with a small laugh, then raises an eyebrow ever so slightly as he looks back up.

"In your words, I'll be staying here for a long, long time.". He says, dragging out each syllable."So, in that case... why wouldn't I need one?".

He shrugs daintily, running a hand through his hair and Seo-yun scoffs, biting back a laugh.

"Aren't you scared?".

"Why would I be? Being scared isn't going to help either of us.".

"You're not as dumb as I thought. That's good.".

Yu-jun looks a little annoyed as he leans back on his pillows, running a hand through his hair again.

"You though I was dumb?".

"Well, you didn't seem to understand what I was asking of you yesterday, so, yes.".

"Stubbornness and stupidity are two very different things, boss.".

"Don't call me-".

Yu-jun shrugs again, looking up at him inquisitively .

"Alright, alright, do I just give you a name?".

"I never- Look. you're not one of us. You don't get to give us nicknames.".

"Alright, alright. Sir? Master? Da-".

"No.".

Yu-jun lets out a little laugh.

"I see how it is. Like in the movies, when you don't want to get too comfortable with the beautiful lead so you try to distance yourself. All the mafia fanfiction i wrote as a kid really seems to be helping me out.".

Seo-yun lets out a dry laugh, rolling his eyes.

"You're just lucky with me. I haven't killed you for two reasons. Firstly, you could be of use to us, secondly, I couldn't bear to shoot a pretty face like yours only on the first encounter. We'd need a first date for that, don't you think?". Seo-yun cocks his head with a smirk, and Yu-jun laughs quietly.

"Why do you think I could be useful? As one of your men said, I'm just a useless, dumb fag. Too lust-filled to get anything done. it's a shame my usual tactic didn't work, really. Works on most.".

"You get kidnapped often?".

Yu-jun laughs, a real laugh this time, throwing his head back.

"No, no. I meant to get the bag. Tricking old men into getting whatever I want.".

"And this is exactly why we thought you might be useful. We'd spare your life if you helped us out a little, kid.".

"And how would I be helping you out?", Yu-jun asks slowly.

"You'll see. But I do agree with my men on this one. A pretty face... it can be worth more than a good gun, sometimes.". He says, enunciating every word and turning to Yu-jun with a small smile. "Don't you agree?".

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"Don't you think the script is too rushed?". Jimin asks Hoseok, frowning as he climbs off the golden four poster bed, and Jungkook drops onto one of the chairs.

"It's a BL, Jimin, not a K-drama. Of course everything's rushed. But good job, you two. The tension was great. Good chemistry.".

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Now someone please forget this ever happened, Jesus fuck.".

"Gladly.". Jimin shoots back. "You suck, by the way.".

"Thanks, your dad said the same.".