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PG13; SHINee-jongyu; idk; nudge
it's all down to the wire...
note for onew. ilu bb
Microphone
Of the very limited number of times that Jonghyun has imagined a mob leader, the images he conjures up in his mind contain more or less the same details. Forty, slicked-back jet black hair, gaudy gold chains and watches and rings, a permanant scowl and a couple of slutty women flanking him in too-tight dresses and hideously red nails.
Right now, nothing could be further from the truth.
His current scenery is as much as he'd hoped for. He's in a cold basement on an old wooden chair, with some far off dripping faucet moistening the floor around his feet, (really, you'd think with all the protection money they make, they'd be able to afford something decent) decidedly less scared than he was when he'd first walked in.
Jonghyun knows that he probably should be shitting his pants right now, but when he looks at that dopey smile that Lee Jinki, son of recently deceased Lee Jungsu (not-so-secret leader of Korea's entire underground operation), flashes at him, he can't help but feel a little bit disappointed.
"You're in a stitch, Kim Jonghyun," Jinki flashes that ridiculous smile again, and Jonghyun wonders why he's even in this situation in the first place. He feels a little hot under his collar too, despite the dampness of the place.
"Key's told me about your situation and I have to say, I'm not sure what it is you're asking of me."
Jonghyun fiddles with his collar again and then scratches at his neck. He would never admit it, but he's slowly losing coherency under the pressure of Jinki talking to him across the wide desk. "Uhm, I guess I just need a favour."
The details begin to melt away and all that's left is the fear of being found out.
Next thing he knows, before he can even start rattling about things he's already forgotten, Jinki's walking in what he no doubt thinks is a smooth manner around the desk (trying to hide the fact that he just hit his hip in a corner) to Jonghyun's side. He gulps down his nervous laughter.
Jinki runs a finger along the edge of Jonghyun's shirt collar and follows through till he's circling the skin on his wrist with a fingertip, standing over him like he's something to eat. Jonghyun's pretty sure he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. His first button gets undone and he feels his blood boil just a few degrees hotter, and his heart frantic in his chest.
The second button pops and his bottom lip bleeds salty into his mouth as he sinks his teeth into pink flesh and stifles his own breathing.
It's not that Jinki's being particularly sexy. He's got the sort of frown on his face that a child would wear while trying to figure out how to tie his shoelaces, and he's bending over Jonghyun from such a ridiculous distance that his ass sticks out when he reaches for his shirt. Normally, he'd be laughing, but he's never felt this scared in his life.
Jinki's finger hooks onto something, and all Jonghyun can think is shit, shit, shit. He grabs the thin black cord and pulls hard so it comes out of the shirt fairly easily.
"It's alright, you're not the first one. I don't know why they bother when even I can see that you're wearing a wire."
He supposes he's not the first pawn the authorities have used to try and infiltrate the dirty Lee system (although he's beginning to doubt their reputation, given the childish disposition of their leader), so he figures that Jinki's probably used to it by now.
"Aren't you going to hang me by my ankles and skin me alive or something? I mean, not that I'm afraid," Jonghyun can't look as Jinki takes his seat again and smiles like he's having a chat with a friend.
Jinki actually laughs this time, and Jonghyun's getting a little frustrated. "Do I look like someone who would do that? Truth be told, I'm not cut out for this job. Everyone thinks I'm this sadistic, murderous savage."
"You're a mob leader."
"You jump to conclusions." Jonghyun thinks the whole thing is stupid. He really wants to leave-doesn't want to listen to Jinki listen to himself talk, especially since he's got no business being there now that his little spy act's been blown to bits.
"I'm leaving now, okay?" Jonghyun makes a move to leave, and Jinki doesn't make a move to stop him. He walks up the steps into daylight and gets the fuck out of there.
The next day he gets a text from anonymous claiming that he's Jinki and that he really can't let the whole wire thing go without some form of punishment. He's about to have a heart attack when Jinki sends him another text.
"I want you to be my friend."
Jonghyun decides that Lee Jinki, ruler of the underworld, is a complete idiot.
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PG13; SHINee-jongyu; idk; nudge
it's all down to the wire...
note for onew. ilu bb
Microphone
Of the very limited number of times that Jonghyun has imagined a mob leader, the images he conjures up in his mind contain more or less the same details. Forty, slicked-back jet black hair, gaudy gold chains and watches and rings, a permanant scowl and a couple of slutty women flanking him in too-tight dresses and hideously red nails.
Right now, nothing could be further from the truth.
His current scenery is as much as he'd hoped for. He's in a cold basement on an old wooden chair, with some far off dripping faucet moistening the floor around his feet, (really, you'd think with all the protection money they make, they'd be able to afford something decent) decidedly less scared than he was when he'd first walked in.
Jonghyun knows that he probably should be shitting his pants right now, but when he looks at that dopey smile that Lee Jinki, son of recently deceased Lee Jungsu (not-so-secret leader of Korea's entire underground operation), flashes at him, he can't help but feel a little bit disappointed.
"You're in a stitch, Kim Jonghyun," Jinki flashes that ridiculous smile again, and Jonghyun wonders why he's even in this situation in the first place. He feels a little hot under his collar too, despite the dampness of the place.
"Key's told me about your situation and I have to say, I'm not sure what it is you're asking of me."
Jonghyun fiddles with his collar again and then scratches at his neck. He would never admit it, but he's slowly losing coherency under the pressure of Jinki talking to him across the wide desk. "Uhm, I guess I just need a favour."
The details begin to melt away and all that's left is the fear of being found out.
Next thing he knows, before he can even start rattling about things he's already forgotten, Jinki's walking in what he no doubt thinks is a smooth manner around the desk (trying to hide the fact that he just hit his hip in a corner) to Jonghyun's side. He gulps down his nervous laughter.
Jinki runs a finger along the edge of Jonghyun's shirt collar and follows through till he's circling the skin on his wrist with a fingertip, standing over him like he's something to eat. Jonghyun's pretty sure he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. His first button gets undone and he feels his blood boil just a few degrees hotter, and his heart frantic in his chest.
The second button pops and his bottom lip bleeds salty into his mouth as he sinks his teeth into pink flesh and stifles his own breathing.
It's not that Jinki's being particularly sexy. He's got the sort of frown on his face that a child would wear while trying to figure out how to tie his shoelaces, and he's bending over Jonghyun from such a ridiculous distance that his ass sticks out when he reaches for his shirt. Normally, he'd be laughing, but he's never felt this scared in his life.
Jinki's finger hooks onto something, and all Jonghyun can think is shit, shit, shit. He grabs the thin black cord and pulls hard so it comes out of the shirt fairly easily.
"It's alright, you're not the first one. I don't know why they bother when even I can see that you're wearing a wire."
He supposes he's not the first pawn the authorities have used to try and infiltrate the dirty Lee system (although he's beginning to doubt their reputation, given the childish disposition of their leader), so he figures that Jinki's probably used to it by now.
"Aren't you going to hang me by my ankles and skin me alive or something? I mean, not that I'm afraid," Jonghyun can't look as Jinki takes his seat again and smiles like he's having a chat with a friend.
Jinki actually laughs this time, and Jonghyun's getting a little frustrated. "Do I look like someone who would do that? Truth be told, I'm not cut out for this job. Everyone thinks I'm this sadistic, murderous savage."
"You're a mob leader."
"You jump to conclusions." Jonghyun thinks the whole thing is stupid. He really wants to leave-doesn't want to listen to Jinki listen to himself talk, especially since he's got no business being there now that his little spy act's been blown to bits.
"I'm leaving now, okay?" Jonghyun makes a move to leave, and Jinki doesn't make a move to stop him. He walks up the steps into daylight and gets the fuck out of there.
The next day he gets a text from anonymous claiming that he's Jinki and that he really can't let the whole wire thing go without some form of punishment. He's about to have a heart attack when Jinki sends him another text.
"I want you to be my friend."
Jonghyun decides that Lee Jinki, ruler of the underworld, is a complete idiot.
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