Crazy Eyes and Bang
Title: Crazy Eyes and Bang
Pairing: Banghim (And a little one-sided Dae-up)
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Summary: Ganster!AU, IDEK where this was going
Daehyun is playing with his switch blade, stabbing the spaces between his fingers when two men he’s never seen before step into the hideout. One of them walks with a bat casually over his shoulder though Daehyun doesn’t pay them much attention, he’s only been here a few months but already he’s seen more men come and go than he can remember.
Opposite him Youngjae hisses and scrambles to sit up. He swings his crossed legs from the table top and runs a hand through his short hair. His sudden movements surprise Daehyun and he narrowly misses cutting off his middle finger. Youngjae grasps at Junhong’s shoulder and tries to wake the sleeping boy by shaking him but it’s the loud screech of Jongup’s chair legs scraping across cement that rouses him. ‘Get up Kid. They’re here’
Daehyun hisses as the blade catches against the side of his ring finger.
The way the other three move, almost tripping over each other gives away that there’s something special about these two men. He abandons his game in favour of nursing his finger and glances again towards the new comers.
They’re at the other side of the room, talking to some of the older members of the gang. That alone is enough to pique Daehyun’s interest because the seniors like Jungmin Sunbaenim won’t even give him the time of day. ‘Hey Jae, who are they?’ He asks, leaning over the table and cocking his head towards the new comers.
Three pairs of wide eyes turn on him and he feels the burn of several more from the surrounding tables. Youngjae cuffs the side of his head with his fist and beckons him closer. ‘Did you hear about the fight in Myeongdeong - the one were Chanrok lost half his gang?’ Daehyun nods; he’s heard a little about that though there’s so many rumours he’s not sure what to believe. They say two men, known as ‘Crazy Eyes and Bang’, took out thirty or so men single handedly with a bat and bare fists - it’s dubious; especially considering Chanrok’s men aren’t above playing dirty.
The shorter of the two, the one without a bat, looks over their way and he gives his partner a nudge in the ribs - pointing over in their direction. They say something to the elder members and make their way over. The three younger boys stand to greet them, Youngjae hauling Daehyun up from his seat.
Up-close there’s nothing particularly special about them, though Daehyun finds himself intimidated by the taller of the pair. His black hair is hidden by a Cincinnati Reds cap and he’s dressed in a red sleeveless shirt and matching pants. It’s not the bat clutched with white knuckles that scares him but the piercing way in which the elder male stares at him. Like a lion staring down it’s prey. The shorter male is surprisingly … pretty for a gangster, looking more like an ulzzang in his red suit and black v-neck. Daehyun thinks he probably couldn’t hurt a fly.
They make an unlikely pair.
‘The kids’ are quick to greet the two and Daehyun watches the exchange of handshakes and hair ruffling that transpires. Junhong has this glazed look in his eyes as the man wielding the bat rakes his fingers through his dye-stained hair but it’s Jongup, or rather the way he latches to the pretty guy that ticks Daehyun off. He curls his arms around the males’ slender waist, burying his face into the skin just above the neckline of his shirt.
Who does he think he is? Touching Jongup like that.
Youngjae promptly hits the back of his head.
‘Yah, you asshole, bow to the hyungs’
Daehyun is about to scold Youngjae, eyes drawn and nose wrinkled because damnit, he’s Youngjae’s Hyung and he should show him some respect and this behaviour is unacceptable, even for a mobster but then - The shorter male - the one with the pretty face and perfect hair, holds out his hand and Daehyun is suddenly a little lost in the twinkles of his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth dimple. His hand is warm when Daehyun takes it, his grip surprisingly firm. His skin is soft and free of the usual callouses that most men in their line of work sport.
‘What have we here?’ Asks the male, eyes narrowing playfully. There’s something about him that reminds Daehyun of a fox. It steals his breath away and he can’t find the words.
He swallows the lump forming in his throat and is about to answer when the boss’ right hand man scuttles in. ‘You’re late’ He murmurs in a growl low enough to scare most of the men in the room. The male with the bat shifts, curling his free hand around the ulzzang’s elbow and
they pull back.
It takes Daehyun a moment or two to recover himself, and he’s not entirely sure what sort of spell the pretty male had put him under as he watches them slip into the Boss’ office.
‘I could take th-’
His friends snort in disbelief. ‘I could!’
Peter-Hyung, the one who has the funny Australian accent takes a seat on their table and his friend, Jung, stands opposite him. ‘Kid’ He says, slinging his arm casually over Daehyun’s shoulder and pulling him into his side. His voice is low and his arm tightens dangerously around Daehyun’s neck.
‘That pretty boy is gonna be the next boss’
Pairing: Banghim (And a little one-sided Dae-up)
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Summary: Ganster!AU, IDEK where this was going
Daehyun is playing with his switch blade, stabbing the spaces between his fingers when two men he’s never seen before step into the hideout. One of them walks with a bat casually over his shoulder though Daehyun doesn’t pay them much attention, he’s only been here a few months but already he’s seen more men come and go than he can remember.
Opposite him Youngjae hisses and scrambles to sit up. He swings his crossed legs from the table top and runs a hand through his short hair. His sudden movements surprise Daehyun and he narrowly misses cutting off his middle finger. Youngjae grasps at Junhong’s shoulder and tries to wake the sleeping boy by shaking him but it’s the loud screech of Jongup’s chair legs scraping across cement that rouses him. ‘Get up Kid. They’re here’
Daehyun hisses as the blade catches against the side of his ring finger.
The way the other three move, almost tripping over each other gives away that there’s something special about these two men. He abandons his game in favour of nursing his finger and glances again towards the new comers.
They’re at the other side of the room, talking to some of the older members of the gang. That alone is enough to pique Daehyun’s interest because the seniors like Jungmin Sunbaenim won’t even give him the time of day. ‘Hey Jae, who are they?’ He asks, leaning over the table and cocking his head towards the new comers.
Three pairs of wide eyes turn on him and he feels the burn of several more from the surrounding tables. Youngjae cuffs the side of his head with his fist and beckons him closer. ‘Did you hear about the fight in Myeongdeong - the one were Chanrok lost half his gang?’ Daehyun nods; he’s heard a little about that though there’s so many rumours he’s not sure what to believe. They say two men, known as ‘Crazy Eyes and Bang’, took out thirty or so men single handedly with a bat and bare fists - it’s dubious; especially considering Chanrok’s men aren’t above playing dirty.
The shorter of the two, the one without a bat, looks over their way and he gives his partner a nudge in the ribs - pointing over in their direction. They say something to the elder members and make their way over. The three younger boys stand to greet them, Youngjae hauling Daehyun up from his seat.
Up-close there’s nothing particularly special about them, though Daehyun finds himself intimidated by the taller of the pair. His black hair is hidden by a Cincinnati Reds cap and he’s dressed in a red sleeveless shirt and matching pants. It’s not the bat clutched with white knuckles that scares him but the piercing way in which the elder male stares at him. Like a lion staring down it’s prey. The shorter male is surprisingly … pretty for a gangster, looking more like an ulzzang in his red suit and black v-neck. Daehyun thinks he probably couldn’t hurt a fly.
They make an unlikely pair.
‘The kids’ are quick to greet the two and Daehyun watches the exchange of handshakes and hair ruffling that transpires. Junhong has this glazed look in his eyes as the man wielding the bat rakes his fingers through his dye-stained hair but it’s Jongup, or rather the way he latches to the pretty guy that ticks Daehyun off. He curls his arms around the males’ slender waist, burying his face into the skin just above the neckline of his shirt.
Who does he think he is? Touching Jongup like that.
Youngjae promptly hits the back of his head.
‘Yah, you asshole, bow to the hyungs’
Daehyun is about to scold Youngjae, eyes drawn and nose wrinkled because damnit, he’s Youngjae’s Hyung and he should show him some respect and this behaviour is unacceptable, even for a mobster but then - The shorter male - the one with the pretty face and perfect hair, holds out his hand and Daehyun is suddenly a little lost in the twinkles of his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth dimple. His hand is warm when Daehyun takes it, his grip surprisingly firm. His skin is soft and free of the usual callouses that most men in their line of work sport.
‘What have we here?’ Asks the male, eyes narrowing playfully. There’s something about him that reminds Daehyun of a fox. It steals his breath away and he can’t find the words.
He swallows the lump forming in his throat and is about to answer when the boss’ right hand man scuttles in. ‘You’re late’ He murmurs in a growl low enough to scare most of the men in the room. The male with the bat shifts, curling his free hand around the ulzzang’s elbow and
they pull back.
It takes Daehyun a moment or two to recover himself, and he’s not entirely sure what sort of spell the pretty male had put him under as he watches them slip into the Boss’ office.
‘I could take th-’
His friends snort in disbelief. ‘I could!’
Peter-Hyung, the one who has the funny Australian accent takes a seat on their table and his friend, Jung, stands opposite him. ‘Kid’ He says, slinging his arm casually over Daehyun’s shoulder and pulling him into his side. His voice is low and his arm tightens dangerously around Daehyun’s neck.
‘That pretty boy is gonna be the next boss’