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Title: Kill
Author: sitiisinsane
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun (gangster!au)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the EXO boys.
This oneshot was inspired by a Chinese gangster-like movie that I watched, and also this gif. It's my first time attempting this sort of genre, so yeah...it might be quite bleah? Hehehe,also for cminka and yunhyukslover who were talking about 'gangster!krisbaek'.
Kris crosses his leg over the other, black dress shoes gleaming as it catches the light. He adjusts his cufflinks; fingers running over the gold material, with the alphabets ‘K.W’ engraved in black in the middle. These are his favourite pair, obviously, since it was a gift from Baekhyun for his 25th birthday.
His thoughts come to a halt when the male kneeling in front of him whimpers, and Tao’s grip on the male tightens. Kris scowls.
‘’Didn’t I inform you never to sell drugs at my turf?’’ He voices out calmly, though it holds a chilly tone to it.
Jongin, who’s standing at the back of the male, yanks the male’s right arm behind his back, eliciting a yell. ‘’You will answer when Kris speaks to you.’’ Jongin hisses.
Timidly, the male raises his head and it’s not a pretty sight; his eyes are swollen, the cut from his bottom lip is still bleeding and along his left cheek runs a deep, red gash. ‘’I...I thought by selling drugs...we...we could reap more profits! Besides, all the other gangs are doing it too-‘’ His words dies off when Kris narrows his eyes, obviously displeased with his answer.
Kris is livid. Yes, though he deals with prostitution and gambling (and any other illegal things that one can think of), he stands firm when it comes to peddling drugs - no. Kris is aware that the other gangs talk behind him back about the way he runs things, but he really doesn’t give a damn.
‘’I don’t give a fuck what the other gangs are doing.’’ Kris growls, and he’s aware of the anger shrouding him. ‘’I’ve made it clear that no drugs are to be peddled at my turf. This is the second time you’ve gone against my orders. I have no use for someone like you.’’
The male’s eyes widens in horror - he knows what will happen. He struggles, but Tao and Jongin have a firm grip on him and with another twist, Jongin dislocates his right shoulder.
‘’Please! Just, give me one more chance. Please. I swear...I swear, I’ll never peddle drugs again-‘’ The male blubbers pathetically, but if only, it serves to only disgust Kris more.
Still seated, Kris kicks at the male’s dislocated shoulder, and the other gives a pained howl. Kris skilfully rears his anger back. He’s really too exhausted to deal with useless idiots who doesn't know how to follow orders. On good days, he would be more than glad to prolong the torture, but today, he wants to get it over and done with quickly.
‘’Jongdae.’’
‘’I’m so not cleaning the mess up.’’ Jongdae complains as he hands Kris his gun. ‘’Seriously, it’s a bitch to get the stains out.’’
Kris glowers at him, and the other shuts up, retreating back to where Yixing is snoozing in a corner. Yixing is not one to be interested in such things. At the sight of the gun, the male attempts to struggle are renewed and the cries of his begging intensifies. Kris pinches the bridge of his nose, already sensing the telltale signs of a headache.
The door swings open. ‘’Kris-‘’
Baekhyun stops short at the sight - he’s all too familiar with that expression on his lover’s face, the unlucky bastard that was being held firmly by Tao and Jongin and the gun that was in Kris’s grip. The dangerous expression on his lover’s face has butterflies running amok in his stomach and Baekhyun enters, closing the door shut behind him.
‘’You again.’’ Baekhyun utters with distaste when he finally gets a look at the male.
He circles the leather sofa and comes to a stop right behind Kris, before leaning down and encircling his arms around the older male’s neck. Baekhyun feels the tension ebb away from his lover from his touch. He skims his nose along Kris’s jaw, inhaling the scent of aftershave and cigarettes. Mmm, he smells so good.
‘’So tense.’’ Baekhyun murmurs, digging his knuckles into Kris’s shoulders - kneading away the stiffness in them. ‘’Leave us.’’ Baekhyun orders softly.
Tao and Jongin step back, and the male crumples into a heap at Kris’s feet. Jongdae wakes Yixing up, and guides the disoriented male out of the room with the others. Baekhyun coaxes the gun out of Kris’s grip, simply grinning at him when the older male cocks an eyebrow at him. Kris eyes the way Baekhyun’s fingers curl around the gun - his beautiful,slender fingers and Kris has to tamp down the urge to just drag the male away.
‘’Do you know what I hate?’’ Baekhyun says conversationally, circling the male writhing on the floor. ‘’Well.’’ He stops and taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully. ‘’I do hate a lot of things, like...carrots for instance. But do you know what I really can’t stand?’’
‘’I cannot stand anyone making Kris angry.’’ The male continues, glaring down at the male. ''It's a number one no-no on my list.''
Baekhyun squats down and trails the black gun along the male’s face, and the other whimpers at the touch of cool and heavy metal against his skin. He tries to shimmy away, but almost immediately, Baekhyun steps down on his dislocated shoulder. Kris doesn’t bother hiding his amusement, and if anything, he’s turned on by his lover’s change in demeanour.
Baekhyun taps the gun against the male’s jaw. ‘’Open up~’’
The male refuses, locking his jaw, eyes completely blown wide with fear.
‘’I said, open up.’’ Baekhyun orders chillingly, digging the heel of his shoe further against the dislocated shoulder.
The cry that the male lets out is piercing, and Baekhyun slides the tip of the gun past the male’s lips.
‘’Say aah!’’ He orders cheerfully, as if he was about to spoon food into a baby’s mouth.
The shot that rings out is anything but cheerful.
x.x
Kris slings an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, tugging the shorter male against him until Baekhyun was tucked against his shoulder. The younger male smiles up at him - sweet, warm and yet coy at the same time, and so Baekhyun. It’s almost impossible to believe that this was the male that had a gun in his hand half an hour ago. Kris trails his lips along his lover’s jaw, and the other giggles, half-heartedly trying to push him away.
‘’There is a dead body in here, you know.’’
Kris smirks, and if anything, he pulls Baekhyun closer against him. ‘’I don’t really care.’’ He murmurs, leaning down and presses his lips against the younger male’s insistently, needing and craving the contact between them. Kris kisses like his personality - rough, demanding and in control, and Baekhyun can never get enough of it.
The other sighs into the kiss, fingers curling into the lapels of Kris’s leather jacket and he loves how Kris smells like danger. Baekhyun forgets about the dead body, forgets about the weight of the gun he had carried, dismisses the heavy metallic scent of blood and all he can think is Kris, Kris, Kris and he’s sort of experiencing jelly-knees, thankful that his lover has a firm hold around his shoulders.
‘’What’s taking them so long to clear this fucking mess up’’ The irritation is evident in Kris’s tone. ‘’Jongdae!’’
They hear the scuffle of footsteps around the room, a thump and Jongdae’s outcry of,
‘’Why do I always have to clean up the mess? Do I look like a cleaner to you?!’’
A/N: I did have fun writing this,though I think I skipped out on a lot of details.
yay/nay?
Hehe,concrit~? or Kris will death-glare you into oblivion.I kid.