Reconnaissance, OR A Reason to Write Blohyuk ninja!UST
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Title: Reconnaissance, OR A Reason to Write Blohyuk ninja!UST (hyukaday #65)
Length: 625 words
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: backalley!au/punk-crime
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Summary: A meeting with his favorite stoolie.
Author’s Note: SOOOOOOOOOOooooo, because I wanted to support rodiy's very special project (in which she writes a drabble every day for a month based on shihanaday entries), I have committed to doing SEVEN drabble/fics inspired by pics from hyukaday... as opposed to a month's worth, cause I suck like that. :D
Rules, what rules? I pick ANY SEVEN pictures from hyukaday for inspiration. No deadline (for me).
And not to mention, what excuse WON'T I take to write blohyuk. Gosh.
x-posted to miracle______, epikjunior, and blohyuk
Hyukaday #65
A dim, orange glow radiated beside an abandoned apartment building, the only light visible other than moonlight.
It was a cloudless night, one of the clearest he'd seen in a long time, with stars brighter than they'd been all year. The air was so crisp - a sharp pain shot through his nostrils as he breathed.
Tablo exhaled smoke from his lungs, tiredly leaning his back against the chafing hard brick.
Where the fuck is that kid?, he grumbled to himself. His usual practice was to leave the reconnaissance, considering he was, Tablo checked his phone, a half an hour late. However, the news was apparently going to be front-page worthy if it pulled through. Tablo needed that kind of information even if it killed him.
As if right on cue, the boy appeared from around the corner of the building and stopped right in front of him, breathing heavily from dashing there. The various chains he had strung about himself clanked together and his dark, loose fitting clothing was haphazardly ripped at all the joints and slightly at the chest, among other strategic places. Coupled with wild orange-dyed hair, it made him the picture perfect image of a delinquent worthy of his juvie record before joining the big leagues. "Sorry I'm late," he breathed, bent over and holding his chest. "Got held up by another job."
Tablo didn't need to ask to know what kind of job it was - it was most likely not of the law-abiding nature and he didn't need more of that stress. Besides, what his rat did outside of this job was none of his business. Never mind that this was his favorite rat - always doing his best to be accurate and so eager to prove himself (to his gang? the law? to me?; he shook that last thought quickly), every bit the definition of corrupted innocence. He had to force himself to remember the 'corrupted' part though.
He pushed himself off the wall, a hand lazily hanging off his pocket, and drawled, "Ain't got time for that kinda shit, kid. Just get to the point. What d’ya got for me?"
With a shit-eating grin spreading wide on his face, the kid straightened up to his full height. "Your front-page story," he said, reaching into his back pocket for a slip of paper and held it up. "This is where the next sale's gonna be."
Tablo took another drag of his half-finished cigarette and sighed, "So what? There's sales everywhere. I could walk down this street right now and find one myself.” He gave the simpering boy a glance and queried, “What am I payin' you for, Hyukkie-ah?"
"You pay me to tell you when things happen, hyung," Eunhyuk replied simply, smiling at hearing Tablo’s pet name for him.
The paper hung from his fingers as Tablo stared at it through weary half-lidded eyes. Curiosity and his reporter's instinct won the better of him and he took it. "Talk."
Eunhyuk smirked, "It's not just any sale. It's a huge shipment, over 40 k's and worth an easy mil." A devious smile tugged at his lips, "Means head honcho's gonna be there. You get popo to come, you got him. You got him, you got the entire gang."
There was a pause as the younger crossed his arms smugly, face lighting up the street, and Tablo took another puff. He tapped the excess ash off to the side and a half-smile formed on his lips. It took about two (two and a half) slow steps to stand a foot apart. "So that's what I pay you for."
"I always get the job done," he answered, absolutely pleased with himself.
Cocky bastard, Tablo grinned. Eunhyuk wasn’t his favorite for nothing.
ALSO: Looking for a beta!!!
Title: Reconnaissance, OR A Reason to Write Blohyuk ninja!UST (hyukaday #65)
Length: 625 words
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: backalley!au/punk-crime
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Summary: A meeting with his favorite stoolie.
Author’s Note: SOOOOOOOOOOooooo, because I wanted to support rodiy's very special project (in which she writes a drabble every day for a month based on shihanaday entries), I have committed to doing SEVEN drabble/fics inspired by pics from hyukaday... as opposed to a month's worth, cause I suck like that. :D
Rules, what rules? I pick ANY SEVEN pictures from hyukaday for inspiration. No deadline (for me).
And not to mention, what excuse WON'T I take to write blohyuk. Gosh.
x-posted to miracle______, epikjunior, and blohyuk
Hyukaday #65
A dim, orange glow radiated beside an abandoned apartment building, the only light visible other than moonlight.
It was a cloudless night, one of the clearest he'd seen in a long time, with stars brighter than they'd been all year. The air was so crisp - a sharp pain shot through his nostrils as he breathed.
Tablo exhaled smoke from his lungs, tiredly leaning his back against the chafing hard brick.
Where the fuck is that kid?, he grumbled to himself. His usual practice was to leave the reconnaissance, considering he was, Tablo checked his phone, a half an hour late. However, the news was apparently going to be front-page worthy if it pulled through. Tablo needed that kind of information even if it killed him.
As if right on cue, the boy appeared from around the corner of the building and stopped right in front of him, breathing heavily from dashing there. The various chains he had strung about himself clanked together and his dark, loose fitting clothing was haphazardly ripped at all the joints and slightly at the chest, among other strategic places. Coupled with wild orange-dyed hair, it made him the picture perfect image of a delinquent worthy of his juvie record before joining the big leagues. "Sorry I'm late," he breathed, bent over and holding his chest. "Got held up by another job."
Tablo didn't need to ask to know what kind of job it was - it was most likely not of the law-abiding nature and he didn't need more of that stress. Besides, what his rat did outside of this job was none of his business. Never mind that this was his favorite rat - always doing his best to be accurate and so eager to prove himself (to his gang? the law? to me?; he shook that last thought quickly), every bit the definition of corrupted innocence. He had to force himself to remember the 'corrupted' part though.
He pushed himself off the wall, a hand lazily hanging off his pocket, and drawled, "Ain't got time for that kinda shit, kid. Just get to the point. What d’ya got for me?"
With a shit-eating grin spreading wide on his face, the kid straightened up to his full height. "Your front-page story," he said, reaching into his back pocket for a slip of paper and held it up. "This is where the next sale's gonna be."
Tablo took another drag of his half-finished cigarette and sighed, "So what? There's sales everywhere. I could walk down this street right now and find one myself.” He gave the simpering boy a glance and queried, “What am I payin' you for, Hyukkie-ah?"
"You pay me to tell you when things happen, hyung," Eunhyuk replied simply, smiling at hearing Tablo’s pet name for him.
The paper hung from his fingers as Tablo stared at it through weary half-lidded eyes. Curiosity and his reporter's instinct won the better of him and he took it. "Talk."
Eunhyuk smirked, "It's not just any sale. It's a huge shipment, over 40 k's and worth an easy mil." A devious smile tugged at his lips, "Means head honcho's gonna be there. You get popo to come, you got him. You got him, you got the entire gang."
There was a pause as the younger crossed his arms smugly, face lighting up the street, and Tablo took another puff. He tapped the excess ash off to the side and a half-smile formed on his lips. It took about two (two and a half) slow steps to stand a foot apart. "So that's what I pay you for."
"I always get the job done," he answered, absolutely pleased with himself.
Cocky bastard, Tablo grinned. Eunhyuk wasn’t his favorite for nothing.
ALSO: Looking for a beta!!!