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When Seungmin woke up this morning, he didn’t really knew what to except from this sunny day. A will to live maybe. Or better friends.
But it seemed like the only good thing about his life was the weather, because bangings on his front door made him jump awake from his second nap of the day.
He got up almost on automatism, and walked to the living room, still groggy by sleep, not even sparring a glance to Felix on the couch, who was watching a random anime, nor to Hyunjin who was searching for something to eat in the fridge.
“You two could have moved your asses instead of letting whoever’s here wake me up.” Was the first thing he said to his two friends, a salty tone in his voice.
“Mhm?” Felix responded, not even looking up from his laptop.
“Sure, Seungminnie!” Hyunjin answered with a cheerful voice, escaping to his room that he was sharing with Jisung, a cup of coco ice cream in his hand.
Seungmin huffed with annoyance, but decided to go open to their door who was still being martyred by someone (maybe even multiple someone), not weirded out that his friends didn’t seemed to care about that at all.
The quickest he would go open this poor door, the quickest he cold go back to his nap.
“What!?” He screamed while opening violently the door, making the banging abruptly stop.
In front of him were four men, all more or less smaller than him (hah) all in chic suits that clashed with Seungmin’s ruffled pajamas and bed hair. The one the closest to him – a hot guy with purple hair and harsh yet harmonic features – looked at him with wide eyes, like he was surprised Seungmin responded to the door.
“Do you need something?” He snapped, his voice sharp as a razor blade.
The purple guy frowned, and looked at him up and down, probably judging him.
“Han Jisung?” He asked.
“What Han Jisung?” It was now Seungmin’s turn to frown.
If this little idiot that he was using as friend did anything stupid…
“Are you him?”
“No.”
The guy raised an eyebrow, and turned to what seemed to be the leader of them, talking to him in quick english, and Seungmin took advantages of it to detail them more.
At his right, there was a guy with ginger hair and fox-eyes that Seungmin would have found cute if not for the scary expression on his face. The one on his left was even smaller than the others, and was very muscled, looking as scary as the first one.
“Is he here?”
Seungmin’s attention snapped back to the first guy.
“Come again?”
“Is Han Jisung here?” The guy repeated.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow.
“And you are?”
The face of the guy in front of him broke into an annoying smirk that made Seungmin want to slap him.
“Oh right, I didn’t presented us. I’m Lee Minho. And here (he pointed at the buff guy) is Seo Changbin. The other one is Jeongin.”
“And I’m Chan!” The one in the back said with a cheerful expression that didn’t matched the other’s ones.
“Nice to meet you…?” Seungmin responded, more and more confused. “But why are you here? (he glanced at them up and down) And dressed like that in the middle of summer?”
“Well,” Minho started, leaning slightly in Seungmin’s space, making him look more sinister. “We’re from Stray Kids. And Han Jisung stole us some money, we would like to make him an example.”
Seungmin saw red.
“HAN PETER JISUNG!” He yelled, whirling around to run into Hyunjin and Jisung’s shared room. “I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!”
(“Woah, take him out for dinner first.” Felix snorted. Seungmin ignored him with all the superb in the world.)
From all the fucking person in the world. And with all those assholes millionaires who were only waiting to be stolen from, Han fucking Jisung chose to steal the strongest mafia of Seoul!?
He saw from the corner of his eyes Felix increase the volume of his show, an irritated expression on his face, but didn’t paid any mind.
He burst in the room, seeing Hyunjin with a shocked expression and Jisung half on the floor, his headphones on and his lyrics’ book on his bed.
“What!? What is it!?” The boy replied, looking panicked.
“Can you explain to me why is there four ridiculously hot men in suits in the middle of summer in our living room who are saying that you stole money from them!?” He spat to his friends.
Hyunjin gasped.
“Hot men!? Felix wait for me!”
Nor Seungmin and Jisung gave him attention.
Seungmin was watching Jisung intently, while his friend was making a clear effort to remember.
“Wha –? I didn’t– WAIT A MINUTE, IT WAS A MAFIA!? OH SHIT!”
Seungmin took a deep breath to cal himself down.
“I’m going to eviscerate you.”
Jisung squeaked in fear and dashed out of the room, Seungmin following him with clear murder attention written all over his face.
“COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING –!”
He stopped abruptly when they arrived in the living room, where Felix had finally stopped to watch his show and Hyunjin, who was leaned on the counter, apparently shamelessly flirting with the small buffy guy who looked as red as a tomato.
The three other mafias were standing in their tiny living room, looking around with attention, like they never saw an apartment before (they were mafias so it was, in fact, possible).
Jisung ran to Felix, and hid himself behind his frame.
“Minnie wants to kill me!” He squealed. “Please protect me!”
Felix raised an eyebrow.
“Because you really think anybody could actually stop Seungmin when he has an idea in his mind?”
Jisung whined dramatically, and flopped into the couch, playing the dead like these opossum in the documentary they all watched together yesterday night (or morning? With their disastrous sleep schedule, it was hard to tell).
“Han Jisung.” Seungmin turned to Minho who was watching Jisung with narrowed eyes. “You’re weirdly cuter than I thought you would be.”
If he was continuing on this path, Jisung was not the only one Seungmin would punch.
“Everyone shut the fuck up.” He snapped, lightly slapping Hyunjin to make him fall from where he was practically lying on Changbin who was redder than Hyunjin’s hair.
“You’re very bossy for someone who owes money to mafias Kim Seungmin.” Minho snorted, his attention snapping back to him.
“If you knew my name why did you ask me if I was Han Jisung?” Seungmin replied with a dry voice. “And I’m currently on lack of sleep and coffee, I could probably fight God.”
“I think She is a pacifist.” Felix commented, already making coffee like the angel he was. “God wouldn’t wanna fight so you would automatically win since She would have declared forfeit.”
“Felix.” Hyunjin intervened, not deflecting his glare from Seungmin who still had a hold on his shirt to prevent him from continuing to whisper dirty talk to a mafia. “Shut up.”
“Don’t you talk to my son like that!” Jisung screamed, pointing an accusatory finger to his friend. “You’ll have to fistfight me for this affront!”
“Really?” Hyunjin straightened up from all his 1m80, raising an eyebrow.
Jisung had to crane his neck to succeeding in looking at him in the eyes.
“Try me, bitch.”
Seungmin sighed. Closed his eyes. Prayed to God for it to be a nightmare. Opened his eyes and let out another sigh when he noted he was unfortunately awake.
“Everyone,” He said, his voice cold enough to cool the apartment heated up by the summer sun. “on the couch. Now.”
Hyunjin and Jisung scrambled together to try to reach the couch first, and Felix followed, taking his time to give Seungmin a cup of coffee. For whatever reason, Changbin was also sitting on the couch, squished awkwardly between Hyunjin and Felix who seemed to both take great amusement in the way he was blushing.
Seungmin chugged down his cup of coffee, barely grimacing when the liquid burned his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
“Okay.” He stated, putting his mug on the kitchen counter. “Jisung, do you still have the money?”
He saw Chan and the ginger guy (Seungmin forgot his name) sitting on two chairs they found in the kitchen, and Minho stood in front of the couch, his eyes doing come and go between the four friends.
Jisung squirmed in his seat between Hyunjin and the armrest, his cheeks red from embarrassment (he probably finally realized the show he put on in front of a gang), avoiding Seungmin gaze at all cost.
Seungmin sighed again.
“Jisung, cut the bullshits, do you?”
The boy seemed to hesitate again, looked at Hyunjin, then at Felix, then at Minho who looked like a penguin trying to be threatening.
Apparently Jisung was very scared of penguin because he shook his head with a defeated sigh.
“No, I don’t have it anymore.”
Seungmin massaged his temples.
“Jisung, your birthday was literally three days ago, why would you need to steal money for?”
This time, Jisung stayed, silent.
“Han Jisung.” Seungmin insisted.
“It was Hyunjin’s idea!” Jisung finally exploded.
It was immediately responded by an offended gasp, and Hyunjin stoop up so fast Seungmin’s sleepy brain felt dizzy just by looking at him.
“How dare you!” He screamed. “I literally just said ‘We need money for that. A lot of it.’ And you said ‘Alright, I got that!’! You fucking liar!”
“Yes, and then I asked if it had to be legal and you said ‘Nah, anything for him.’!” Jisung screamed back, also getting up from the couch.
“BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!” Seungmin intervened, feeling already drained. “Why did you needed this money for?”
They stayed silent once more, avoiding his gaze.
He heard Felix cackling, and Seungmin whipped his head to him.
“Well, if none of you are gonna say it, I will.” The blond giggled, his hands kneading into Changbin’s biceps.
He turned to Seungmin, completely ignoring Hyunjin and Jisung’s cry for mercy.
“They wanted to offer you the latest Day6’s album for your birthday.”
The whole apartment fell into a deaf silence.
“Excuse me?” Seungmin asked, feeling weirdly out of his body.
Then without waiting for Felix’s response, he whirled back to Jisung and Hyunjin.
“You stole money from a gang to buy me a Day6 album?”
He didn’t if he should laugh or cry.
They were so stupid.
At least, they were his stupids.
He took a deep breath.
“Jisung.” He saw his two friends turning to him, and Jisung’s face went white. “You are gonna sell this fucking album back, and then you’re gonna give their money to these men.”
Jisung was trembling, his eyes doing come and go between Seungmin and the men behind him, but his lips were pursed, and he had this sparkle in his eyes that Seungmin recognized from when they were arguing and he knew Jisung wasn’t going to change his mind soon.
“Jisung.” Seungmin insisted. “So, what do you plan to do!? Pay them!? You don’t have money!”
But Jisung didn’t budge.
“I’ll work.”
“Excuse me?”
“I succeeded in infiltrating a mafia’s network.” Jisung responded, trying to look smug even if Seungmin could see his hands trembling. “I can be useful. If they want payment, I’ll work.”
Seungmin opened his mouth to scream at him, but Chan intervened before he could say anything.
“Actually,” He started, and Seungmin saw his grin when he whirled around. “I agree with him.”
Seungmin blinked.
“What?” He spat, his voice laced with venom.
“Forget the money. I want Jisung to work for us.” Chan responded lazily, like it wasn’t a big deal.
Seungmin saw Minho sending a weird look to Chan, and the ginger guy tensed up on his chair.
“No.”
Seungmin never heard his voice that cold. It took even himself by surprise.
Even when he was dealing with difficult customers, even when those kids at school mocked his mother, even when a gang came to him and made his life like hell, a word had never left a taste so hateful in his mouth.
“Seung–” Jisung tried.
“I said no, Jisung.” Seungmin replied with the same voice.
“If he wants to, I don’t think it’s your place to decide.” Minho intervened, a frown on his face.
“If I wasn’t deciding for him, he would had already died 13 times from now on!” Seungmin snapped back, glaring daggers at Minho.
A heavy silence coated the apartment, and Seungmin felt his muscles tensing, and taking the familiar posture of defense she taught him.
“In any cases.” Felix’s deep voice interrupted. “It’s time for us to go to work. We’re gonna be late. Why not going – the mafias can come if they want – and we’ll use that time to think about it, okay?”
Seungmin gritted his teeth, but nodded.
“Go take your stuff.” He threw to Felix. “I’ll met you down stairs in five.”
He was already storming out before any of them could respond.
“You seems very tense.”
Minho’s voice reached Seungmin from where he was sat in the driver sit of the car, and he completely ignored the man.
He checked the entry, and saw Felix and Hyunjin quietly discussing, while Jisung was walking like a prisoner for his execution. Changbin, Chan and Ginger Hair were following them, Chan with a smile on his face and the two others with grim expressions.
“I don’t really understand your dynamic.” Minho continued, apparently expecting Seungmin’s silent treatment. “Aren’t you the youngest? Why are you the boss?”
Because if I wasn’t they would be dead.
Seungmin only said that in his head, and got out of the car, turning to his three friends who were coming up to him.
Felix had a sweet worried expression on his face, Hyunjin seemed guilty, and Jisung very clearly wanted to die.
Seungmin let out a sigh, and gave them a tight smile, that felt more like a grimace than anything else.
At least he had tried.
“Get in.” He said simply, but he felt like his voice was softer now.
Felix smiled at him, smacked a kiss on his cheek and went to put his bag in the trunk.
Hyunijn and Jisung both moved toward the car – Hyunjin still looking guilty, Jisung still looking like he wanted to die – but Chan’s voice interrupted them once again.
“Actually, I would like to ride with you, Seungmin. If that doesn’t bother you, Bin will go with them.” He said, a smile almost sweet on his lips. “See, I don’t want my potential workers to escape.”
It was, in fact, bothering Seungmin, but he also had saw the gun Jeongin had nonchalantly took from his jacket to put it on the passenger seat, so he didn’t tempted the devil.
He glanced at his friends, and nodded.
“Okay.” He greeted. “Hyunjin’s driving.”
He turned to Changbin, ignoring Felix and Jisung’s horrified expression, as well as Hyunjin’s happy one.
“Good luck. You’re going to need it.” He snorted.
He climbed into the mafias’ car before Changbin could answer.
Seungmin was squished between Chan and Minho in the rear bench seat, and everytime Jeongin was turning, he could feel Chan and Minho’s muscles pressing against him through their suits. Despite Seungmin being taller than them, they were still better built.
Jeongin was driving way better than any of his friends, Seungmin noticed with relief, and he felt a little pang of guilt at the thought of Changbin stuck in a car that Hyunjin was driving. Pang of guilt that completely disappeared when he remembered Changbin was part of a gang.
“So,” Chan started, “where are you working?”
Seungmin gritted his teeth.
“I already gave you the address.” He snapped back.
“That’s not exactly what I asked for.” Chan responded, his peaceful smile still on his lips.
Seungmin glared at him even harder, and rolled his eyes.
“Barista in a club.” He choked out, his voice laced with venom.
Chan hummed thoughtfully.
“Which one?”
Seungmin let out a sneer, and his upper lip curled back in a mocking grimace.
“DominATE.” He spat.
Chan considered him for a moment, looking at him up and down. A check-up that didn’t made Seungmin feel nervous at all, and asking himself if he was going to get shot right now. At least he won’t leave his friends alone, they would already be dead, killed by Hyunjin’s driving.
“I have a feeling you don’t really like us, Seungmin-ssi.” Chan observed.
Seungmin tried to prevent the snort from escaping his mouth but found out that he didn’t gave any fucks of what they could think.
“No, shit, Sherlock.” he snickered. “Thought I made that clear a while ago.”
Chan narrowed his eyes, his smile deeming a little.
“I wonder why you hate us so much? Did you had a bad experience with gangs?”
Seungmin rolled his eyes.
“I live in the worst part of this fucking town, of course I have a bad experience with gangs.”
“I feel like it’s more personal than that.” Chan replied, looking at Seungmin like he was a particularly hard puzzle.
“You feel a lot.” Seungmin snapped.
Chan smiled, and Seungmin noticed two dimples, on each of his cheeks.
“Kinda comes with the job.”
Seungmin snorted mockingly again before having the chance to stop it.