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"Remember, your club's payments are due next week. If you don't pay on time, there will be...consequences."
Soonyoung's fingers flicked through the files in his desk, painted fingernails tapping the oak desk in a rythm.
Kwon Soonyoung, second in command to the most powerful mafia group in the country. Known for his brilliant mind, clever ways and fiery temper.
"Yeah yeah... I don't understand why you're the one doing this dirty business."
Soonyoung's sharp eyes glared at the man in front of him, who was lounging in a chair as if his life wasn't in Soonyoung's mercy.
"That's none of your business."
"Hey, I'm just saying...if I had a playtoy as pretty as you, I'd keep you all to myself."
Soonyoung saw several of his men turning to draw their guns, intending to shoot or threaten the sleazy piece of garbage in front of him. With a subtle signal, his men stepped back.
With a grace only he can possess, he stood up and sauntered in front of the man, a gleaming pistol clutched in his hand. With no hesitation, he pointed the pistol at the man's forehead.
The man straightened, back tense, as he tried to look for his subordinates.
"Don't even bother. They're outside with my men."
The man swallowed, wiping his palms on his thighs, sweat dripping from his temples as a line of sweat forms above his top lip.
Disgusting
"Wha-what is this?!"
Soonyoung rolled his eyes, not caring about the rage in his voice. With confident movements, he pressed the end of his pistol between the man's brows.
"Let me make something very, very clear for you. I am perfectly capable of killing you. The same with everybody else in this room. You do not get to call me shit, you do not get to imply disgusting shit, you do not question my authority, you do not question my power. I can make your life more miserable than it already is. Got it?"
"Ye-yes. I'm sorry, please don't kill me."
Soonyoung pulled his pistol back, getting his silk hankerchief to wipe of the sweat that made contact with the end of his pistol. Throwing the piece of cloth after, he turned around and returned to his position on his chair.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Now, scram."
With the grace of a new born, the man stood up and took hasty steps towards the front door. As the door shut, Soonyoung let out a breath, fingers massaging his temples.
"So, are you going to tell Mingyu about him?"
"Mingyu will kill him."
"So...you are?"
"Of course I am."
Soonyoung smiled darkly. Behind him, one of his men sighed.
"Chill out Wonwoo. That man probably has a sorry excuse of a life anyway."
"I could care less about him."
"What are you grumbling about then?"
"If Mingyu takes Junhui along with him again, and he has to cancel one of our dates again. I'm stabbing both of you in the foot."
Soonyoung rolled his eyes, amused by his subordinate's complains. Before he could asnwer, the large doors opened. He snapped his fingers as soon as he saw the newcomer.
"That's our cue, everyone leave."
All of his subordinates left, closing the door behind them.
"Hey baby."
"Hi daddy."
"How was the meeting?"
Mingyu sat down at Soonyoung's chair, the other gracefully settling himself in the younger's lap.
"Same as usual. Tried to lower the payment cost, tried to shift the deadline, tried to flirt with me, the works."
Soonyoung felt Mingyu tense as those words left his lips. With gritted teeth, Mingyu growled out a single word.
"...what."
"Its fine, I settled it. They'll be paying next week like we agreed to."
Soonyoung felt one of Mingyu's hands grab his waist, the other palming his backside. A shiver went through him as the younger whisper growled directly in his ear.
"I know you know what I mean kitten. What did he try to do."
Soonyoung bit his lip, enjoying the possesive hold the younger has on him. A murderous craze glazing Mingyu's eyes. With a fake soft pathetic voice, he answered
"He called me a plaything, said if I was his, he'd never let me do the dirty work."
Mingyu's grip on his waist got tighter.
"Hah, he had the fuckin audacity to even imagine you can be his?! And he called you a fuckin plaything?! I--"
Before Mingyu could go any further, the older quickly kissed him. They made out for a while, Soonyoung now straddling Mingyu. Soonyoung pulled back, dropping soft kisses and nibbling along Mingyu's defined jawline.
"Don't worry daddy. I already dealt with him. He won't have the courage to say shit like that here ever again. Besides, all he has are empty words and promises, he can't give me what I want."
"And what do you want, hmmm?"
"You. And everything that comes with you. The blood, the danger, the gold, the jewels, the sex. Everything."
"Hmmm..."
Mingyu leaned back, letting his head fall back as Soonyoung continues to nibble and suck marks on his skin.
"But...there is one thing I want that I don't have yet."
Mingyu looked straight at him, eyebrows raised in question.
"A ring. Maybe its if big enough, people would leave me alone."
Soonyoung felt his heart pound, scared of what his boyfriend, his boss might say.
All his worries disappeared when Mingyu leaned closer to softly kiss him, thumb brushing a strip of exposed skin.
"Whatever you want baby."
Soonyoung bit his lip and went back to kissing Mingyu.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
⏳⏳⏳ The next day ⏳⏳⏳
"The bar is still closed. We open at 10 PM."
4 men dressed in all black stood at the entrance.
"Where's your boss?"
"I own the place. What are you doing here? I can sue you for trespassing!"
"How can we trespass on land that we own?"
The 4 men separted to make way for a tall male. Dressed in a white suit, with a bat in hand.
"Who--"
Before the man can continue, a glint of light caught his eye. And there , settled at the man's index finger, was a large gold ring bearing the mafia's insigna.
He's the boss
"B-boss!"
The owner quickly bowed down. He heard footsteps coming closer to him, until he saw a pair of black dress shoes in front of him. He quickly stood up straight, bit still keeping his head down.
"B-boss, my deadline isn't until next week! Why are you here?"
"Hmmm...so you know who I am?"
"Y-yes boss. I recognize your ring."
"Hmmm...do you?"
"Yes boss."
"So, do you know my rules?"
"Yes boss."
"And what are they? Can you tell me?"
"No one is allowed to proclaim ownership over what is yours. No one can proclaim superiority over your men. No one can show any disrespect over your property."
"And what will happen if you...disobey my rules?"
"Torture, or in some cases, death."
Mingyu cackled loudly, his laugh echoing throught the space. The man looked up, his heart pounding against his ribcage as he saw tha manic look in the boss' eyes.
"Perfect. You know them perfectly well."
Mingyu then suddenly stopped showing any emotion. His face blank as he drew out a gold piston and pointing it between the man's eyes.
"Then why... did you disobey?! You want to meet death so soon?!"
The man stepped back but quickly stopped when Mingyu's men whipped out their guns, pointing it at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about boss!"
"You dare shout in my presence!"
The mans knees buckled at the murderous tone in Mingyu's voice. He quickly changed and kneeled in front of the boss. He can almost feel the guns pointed in his direction.
"I-I'm sorry boss. I did not disobey anything boss. I swear on my life."
Mingyu cackled loudly, turning around. He ran a hand over his face, trying to control himself.
"You don't know? Shall I remind you then?"
Mingyu turned to the man, kneeling in front of him. Taking his pistol, he used it to lift the man's chin up, leaving him no choice but to stare back at him in fear.
"Do you recall calling someone a little plaything? And implying that he can be yours? That you can treat him better than I do?"
Recognition flashed in the man's eyes, quickly replaced by fear. Tears started to stream down his face as he babbled excuses.
"B-boss I didn't know he was yours! If I had--"
"What?! What would you have done if you knew?! You sorry piece of shit?! And besides, even if you didn't know, you disrespected my men. And you yourself recited my rules."
The man stayed silent as he struggled to breath. Air seemed to escape his lungs as tears continued to stream down his face.
Mingyu just looked at the man, reveling in the pain that he saw. With gritted teeth, he leaned down to growl out the words
"You will never, ever be in his presence ever again. Let alone talk, touch or breath the same air as him. Do you understand."
"Yes boss! I swear!"
With a last scornful glare, Mingyu pushed the man back with the end of his pistol. He turned around and walked towards the exit. He met eyes with one of his men, nodding.
He walked out of the bar, cleaning his pistol. As he stepped outside, four gunshots rang through the air.
With confidence only men of his degree of power can muster, he walked towards a long limousine, opening the door and sliding in.
"I'm surprised you didn't shoot him yourself."
Joong looked at Junhui, tossing his pistol to him.
"Soonyoung likes this suit, I can't have it soiled with blood of some worthless scum."
"I'd say he enjoys people suffering because of him"
Mingyu looked at him, shaking his head, amused by the older's statement.
"And I'll do it if he wants me to."
Junhui smirked, staying silent during the rest of their ride back to headquarters.
🌆🌆🌆 at the headquarters 🌆🌆🌆
"Where have you been? You guys took so long!"
"Babe, will you relax? We're late by 5 minutes, max."
Wonwoo glared at his boyfriend, before taking his arm and dragging him up in their room.
Mingyu chuckled, walking behind Soonyoung and wrapping him in a hug. Soonyoung leaned back on Mingyu's solid chest. They stayed like that for a few moments, swaying to the rythm of their heartbeats.
"So...are you going to tell me where you guys went?"
"Hmmm...we just took out some garbage."
"This garbage...does it have a pulse?"
"Well, not anymore."
Mingyu let go of Soonyoung, and instead lifted him to sit on one of the counters. Soonyoung draped his arms around Mingyu's shoulders, playing with the hair at his nape.
With a small smile, Mingyu took out a small velvet box out of his jacket pocket. He opened it up to reveal a gorgeous ring. A beautiful gold band with a large diamond at the center. Mingyu took it out of the box, holding it between his fingers.
"Manus in mano"
Mingyu read the engraving inside of the ring. Taking Soonyoung's hand and bringing it up to his lips, he gently kissed all of his knuckles. He looked up and stared at the other's eyes.
"Hand in hand. Soonyoung, baby, my love, my eternity. Will you rule the world with me?"
With a breathless yes, he leaned forward to capture Mingyu's lips in a bruising kiss. Mingyu pulled back after a few moments, putting the ring on Soonyoung's finger.
They stared at each other's eyes, gaze full of all their love reserved only for each other.
"We're going to take over the world."
"Together"