Where 2PM are in fact very dangerous (for real).
2PM with AM and JYP cameos
AU: hitman agency
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Daegu ganster talk
Where 2PM are in fact very dangerous (for real).
When he saw Nichkhun for the first time, Wooyoung’s first reflex was to launch a circular kick right in face.
To see if the porcelain would shatter, he explained later to JYP. No harm meant. Except, yes. Okay, harm totally meant.
But hey! In a nice way!
Even later, Wooyoung will argue none of that ever happened. Because what he felt when he first saw Nichkhun was LOVE, he insists with goggly eyes.
“Whatevs, brah, you so phony I ain’t talkin’ widja no more,” Junsu drops disdainfully. Taecyeon, very slowly, very repeatedly, bangs his forehead against the table.
Taecyeon got Junsu assigned as his partner after Jaebum, who was Junsu’s original ‘homie’, was sent ‘on a solo mission abroad’. (“So this is what kids call it these days,” Seulong snorted derisively. “Solo mission with the sharks of the Nippon Sea, I’m sure.”) Taec thought Junsu would be a good partner: his file was full of positive comments, he was described as “quick and efficient”, which was the closest one could get to “pretty damn good” in JYP’s book, plus Taec had seen the guy, some time or another, and he had been AWED by the sheer sense of style that emanated from Junsu. Scarves. Fedoras. Now that was true, real, badass hitmanness.
“Wassup, brah,” Junsu greets him at the dawn of their first mission together. “Le’s buzz that shit, fo’sho!”
And so maybe Taecyeon omitted the part of the file where it said that Junsu had been trained by the YG Fam.
If a woman ever asked Jaebum what he did for a living, he was honest, he answered the truth. “I kill people for money, baby. Yeah, I’m a sinner.” (Cloudy eyes.) “Sorry darling…”
Not that any woman ever asked. Chicks in America just didn’t seem to dig his super subtle Asian silkiness. They mostly called him “gross”.
And that was enough for him to consider braving the wrath of the JYPeas and getting his ass back to Korea.
Nichkhun missed America.
So. Much.
His first week in Seoul had been HELL, since he had to wander around with only Taecyeon (who was nice, but kind of the social - and actual - equivalent of a fashion misstep) for company and the hugest bruise ever proudly decorating his left cheek. The tiny chipmunk kid had hit pretty hard and then mumbled a half-hearted apology, dimmed by such a strong glare in Nichkhun’s direction that it had almost managed to make him cry.
So Taecyeon had dragged him around, pretty much like a lost puppy, and the cherry on top of that very Korean, garlic-flavored cake had been when the spastic rope-strangler girl had punched him in the gut, “to see if he knew Thai-boxing, and was therefore really Thai”, plus the girl turned out to be a boy after all, some kind of hyperactive meerkat that shrieked and glared at his co-trainees and went by the name of Jokwon.
Junho was afraid of Jokwon.
He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, half of the dorm was too.
He spent his trainee days hiding behind walls, and doors, and chairs, and when one day JYP said: “Ah, Junho, I guess you know Jokwon!”, he felt like crying a bit.
Ropes were vicious, okay?
You just couldn’t trust a rope as you could a blade or, even, a good old traditional fist-smash-teeth.
Following this logic, it was only natural that Junho ended up paired up with Chansung, who was laconic enough, loved food and Junho and eating Junho, and most definitely didn’t wake him up at three in the morning by squealing into his ear ON PURPOSE.
Chansung still thought about eventually transferring to another line of work, sometimes. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a hitman - that was great, good pay, good colleagues, decent meals.
But sometimes it felt a bit too impersonal, a bit too cold, and that made Chansung sad. Like, there was no way, JYP had told him, no way he could come to work with his dog.
Why? Chansung had asked. Wario’s totally a good dog who won’t pee in the corners.
NO, JYP had said. Business’s business. No dogs in business.
Whatever that meant.
Junho was almost like a puppy anyway (and he’d pee in the corners, even).
So, okay, like, there was this thing, that was absolutely NOT COOL for Junsu. Like, people didn’t give him enough credit / pay him enough attention.
Junsu was awesome incarnate, okay?
Meaning c’mon. Did you know any other hitman up here who’d been in both the Fam (yeaaah, homies) and JYP (guh. Kwon.)? No seriously? Did you? Did you?
Ah. See!
There was still this huge not explained thing of how Junsu wasn’t covered in money/women/the-blood-of-his-enemies yet.
Like, seriously.
AU: hitman agency
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Daegu ganster talk
Where 2PM are in fact very dangerous (for real).
When he saw Nichkhun for the first time, Wooyoung’s first reflex was to launch a circular kick right in face.
To see if the porcelain would shatter, he explained later to JYP. No harm meant. Except, yes. Okay, harm totally meant.
But hey! In a nice way!
Even later, Wooyoung will argue none of that ever happened. Because what he felt when he first saw Nichkhun was LOVE, he insists with goggly eyes.
“Whatevs, brah, you so phony I ain’t talkin’ widja no more,” Junsu drops disdainfully. Taecyeon, very slowly, very repeatedly, bangs his forehead against the table.
Taecyeon got Junsu assigned as his partner after Jaebum, who was Junsu’s original ‘homie’, was sent ‘on a solo mission abroad’. (“So this is what kids call it these days,” Seulong snorted derisively. “Solo mission with the sharks of the Nippon Sea, I’m sure.”) Taec thought Junsu would be a good partner: his file was full of positive comments, he was described as “quick and efficient”, which was the closest one could get to “pretty damn good” in JYP’s book, plus Taec had seen the guy, some time or another, and he had been AWED by the sheer sense of style that emanated from Junsu. Scarves. Fedoras. Now that was true, real, badass hitmanness.
“Wassup, brah,” Junsu greets him at the dawn of their first mission together. “Le’s buzz that shit, fo’sho!”
And so maybe Taecyeon omitted the part of the file where it said that Junsu had been trained by the YG Fam.
If a woman ever asked Jaebum what he did for a living, he was honest, he answered the truth. “I kill people for money, baby. Yeah, I’m a sinner.” (Cloudy eyes.) “Sorry darling…”
Not that any woman ever asked. Chicks in America just didn’t seem to dig his super subtle Asian silkiness. They mostly called him “gross”.
And that was enough for him to consider braving the wrath of the JYPeas and getting his ass back to Korea.
Nichkhun missed America.
So. Much.
His first week in Seoul had been HELL, since he had to wander around with only Taecyeon (who was nice, but kind of the social - and actual - equivalent of a fashion misstep) for company and the hugest bruise ever proudly decorating his left cheek. The tiny chipmunk kid had hit pretty hard and then mumbled a half-hearted apology, dimmed by such a strong glare in Nichkhun’s direction that it had almost managed to make him cry.
So Taecyeon had dragged him around, pretty much like a lost puppy, and the cherry on top of that very Korean, garlic-flavored cake had been when the spastic rope-strangler girl had punched him in the gut, “to see if he knew Thai-boxing, and was therefore really Thai”, plus the girl turned out to be a boy after all, some kind of hyperactive meerkat that shrieked and glared at his co-trainees and went by the name of Jokwon.
Junho was afraid of Jokwon.
He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, half of the dorm was too.
He spent his trainee days hiding behind walls, and doors, and chairs, and when one day JYP said: “Ah, Junho, I guess you know Jokwon!”, he felt like crying a bit.
Ropes were vicious, okay?
You just couldn’t trust a rope as you could a blade or, even, a good old traditional fist-smash-teeth.
Following this logic, it was only natural that Junho ended up paired up with Chansung, who was laconic enough, loved food and Junho and eating Junho, and most definitely didn’t wake him up at three in the morning by squealing into his ear ON PURPOSE.
Chansung still thought about eventually transferring to another line of work, sometimes. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a hitman - that was great, good pay, good colleagues, decent meals.
But sometimes it felt a bit too impersonal, a bit too cold, and that made Chansung sad. Like, there was no way, JYP had told him, no way he could come to work with his dog.
Why? Chansung had asked. Wario’s totally a good dog who won’t pee in the corners.
NO, JYP had said. Business’s business. No dogs in business.
Whatever that meant.
Junho was almost like a puppy anyway (and he’d pee in the corners, even).
So, okay, like, there was this thing, that was absolutely NOT COOL for Junsu. Like, people didn’t give him enough credit / pay him enough attention.
Junsu was awesome incarnate, okay?
Meaning c’mon. Did you know any other hitman up here who’d been in both the Fam (yeaaah, homies) and JYP (guh. Kwon.)? No seriously? Did you? Did you?
Ah. See!
There was still this huge not explained thing of how Junsu wasn’t covered in money/women/the-blood-of-his-enemies yet.
Like, seriously.