FANFIC: "Drinking With the Mob"
Title: "Drinking With the Mob"
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Scrap (Too Long to be a Drabble)
Rating: PG
Warning: Mention of Alcohol, Mentioned Murder/Mob Activity
A/N: Written because today someone on tumblr posted about a YunJae Mafia AU and I had this drabble thought and here it is...
Disclaimer: I do not now -nor will I ever *sob*- own JYJ, HoMin, or DBSK. They are human beings and thus belong only to themselves and whoever they give themselves too. Hopefully each other, I'm just saying. I didn't invent them, or witness this scenario. THIS IS AN AU.
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Jaejoong shivered as he approached the table, taking care not to wobble the tray with its assortment of drinks. The men lurking in the shadows paused in their whispered threats and raspy arguments, turning narrow eyes to him as he began carefully distributing the moisture-beaded glasses with their clinking ice cubes.
Only one of them didn't look annoyed to see him, but somewhat thoughtful, a young but handsome mask of idle curiosity rather than open hostility or distrust. This was the young boss then, the one they were all talking about. Jung Yunho had made a splash with his sudden arrival on the scene, but the fact that he had gunned down an entire dinner party and walked out without a scratch made him legendary overnight. He was the new boss, no one was stupid enough to argue that... But the others -the older, wiser, hardened mafia men- they weren't going to welcome him with open arms, and this meeting was to prove that.
Jaejoong served Yunho last, trying not to blush as his eyes caught on the perfect shape of the young boss's mouth, the freckle to one corner of his lips that was all too intriguing. As he slid the glass over and retreated, Yunho's hand snapped out and caught his wrist in a gentle grip, a warning hold.
"Wait."
Jae froze at that low order, his eyes wide as he glanced up to meet the searching chocolate gaze. His own eyes were wide with fear behind pale gray lenses, but apparently Yunho expected that, because no emotion flickered over his cold expression. "Sit."
"E-excuse me?" He murmured weakly.
Rather than explain, Yunho dragged him into the open seat at his side and slid the glass into Jaejoong's hand. "You drink first."
"What?" At this Jaejoong squeaked, eying the other men when they made faint noises of approval or amusement.
"There's no telling who you work for, you drink first." Yunho explained briskly, lifting the glass to Jae's mouth. "If you seem unharmed, then we'll continue with this, meeting."
Jae noted the way Yunho's lips curled on the word, and shot the others a worried look. One of them shrugged and waved him on, and then it didn't matter because cold glass was on his lower lip and the strong flavor of Chivas Regal was burning his tongue. He swallowed and then coughed in surprise, eyes watering and wide as he stared at Yunho. "Is that all?"
The corner of Yunho's mouth quirked in amusement, and he settled a warm hand on Jaejoong's thigh. "I think you had better sit here so I can watch you..."
Jae gaped as Yunho turned away from him, mouth hanging wide as silence reigned for a moment before the boss in the corner spoke up, asking Yunho a question in a deliberately bland tone. Yunho replied in kind and the conversation gained speed, but Yunho's hand remained, a warm brand of ownership on Jaejoong's thigh.
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So, this happened! And now I want to do a Mob Boss AU for YunJae... Argh.
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Scrap (Too Long to be a Drabble)
Rating: PG
Warning: Mention of Alcohol, Mentioned Murder/Mob Activity
A/N: Written because today someone on tumblr posted about a YunJae Mafia AU and I had this drabble thought and here it is...
Disclaimer: I do not now -nor will I ever *sob*- own JYJ, HoMin, or DBSK. They are human beings and thus belong only to themselves and whoever they give themselves too. Hopefully each other, I'm just saying. I didn't invent them, or witness this scenario. THIS IS AN AU.
***
Jaejoong shivered as he approached the table, taking care not to wobble the tray with its assortment of drinks. The men lurking in the shadows paused in their whispered threats and raspy arguments, turning narrow eyes to him as he began carefully distributing the moisture-beaded glasses with their clinking ice cubes.
Only one of them didn't look annoyed to see him, but somewhat thoughtful, a young but handsome mask of idle curiosity rather than open hostility or distrust. This was the young boss then, the one they were all talking about. Jung Yunho had made a splash with his sudden arrival on the scene, but the fact that he had gunned down an entire dinner party and walked out without a scratch made him legendary overnight. He was the new boss, no one was stupid enough to argue that... But the others -the older, wiser, hardened mafia men- they weren't going to welcome him with open arms, and this meeting was to prove that.
Jaejoong served Yunho last, trying not to blush as his eyes caught on the perfect shape of the young boss's mouth, the freckle to one corner of his lips that was all too intriguing. As he slid the glass over and retreated, Yunho's hand snapped out and caught his wrist in a gentle grip, a warning hold.
"Wait."
Jae froze at that low order, his eyes wide as he glanced up to meet the searching chocolate gaze. His own eyes were wide with fear behind pale gray lenses, but apparently Yunho expected that, because no emotion flickered over his cold expression. "Sit."
"E-excuse me?" He murmured weakly.
Rather than explain, Yunho dragged him into the open seat at his side and slid the glass into Jaejoong's hand. "You drink first."
"What?" At this Jaejoong squeaked, eying the other men when they made faint noises of approval or amusement.
"There's no telling who you work for, you drink first." Yunho explained briskly, lifting the glass to Jae's mouth. "If you seem unharmed, then we'll continue with this, meeting."
Jae noted the way Yunho's lips curled on the word, and shot the others a worried look. One of them shrugged and waved him on, and then it didn't matter because cold glass was on his lower lip and the strong flavor of Chivas Regal was burning his tongue. He swallowed and then coughed in surprise, eyes watering and wide as he stared at Yunho. "Is that all?"
The corner of Yunho's mouth quirked in amusement, and he settled a warm hand on Jaejoong's thigh. "I think you had better sit here so I can watch you..."
Jae gaped as Yunho turned away from him, mouth hanging wide as silence reigned for a moment before the boss in the corner spoke up, asking Yunho a question in a deliberately bland tone. Yunho replied in kind and the conversation gained speed, but Yunho's hand remained, a warm brand of ownership on Jaejoong's thigh.
***
So, this happened! And now I want to do a Mob Boss AU for YunJae... Argh.