drabble: point blank
point blank.
featuring kai, luhan.
mafia!AU meets MAMAverse.
522 w.
pg-13 [violence, cursing].
a/n: inspired by this gif. ps terribly unbetaed; wrote on a whim. i've been thinking a while about a mafia/MAMA crossover, haha.
point blank.
He takes another lethargic drag of his cigarette, stifling a cough as he lets the spiciness of the smoke wash down his throat. Eyes half-open, teeth just barely hanging onto the white paper, his fingers casually limp over his mouth to keep it from falling. Movement creaks to a halt as he lifts his eyes to the target of interest-Lu Han from Shanghai, China. From the M division.
He drops his hand, letting the tiny white stub shed to the ground. A soft patter echoes through the alley, bouncing all the way to the end of nothingness and back. Smoke shrouds the air. Before silence settles down again, Kai grinds the butt of his cigarette with a light crinkle.
“다시 만났군요.”
So we meet again.
Luhan lets out a spiteful chuckle, waving his hand away, wrist flicking with contempt as he sneers, “We know you speak English.”
A pause. Kai sighs. He leans his body weight on his right leg, letting it crackle the cigarette under his ebony shoes.
“And I know you speak Korean.”
The air is almost light, then, like there’s no deal behind their backs, no ideas in their heads, no plans on smashing heads in or pulling out guns, like it’s just time to pass some good jokes. How funny, we both knew.
But by the way Kai’s Adam’s apple bobs irregularly, there’s obviously something wrong. Luhan notices. He slips a grin. Nods. Instantly, from the smoke blocking the end of the alley, Huang Zitao emerges, dark circles, black lipstick, leather jacket and all. Kai swallows hard.
“So what exactly are you here for, again?” Luhan smiles, cracking his knuckles this time. He pulls up his sleeves, swift, practiced movements. You’ve done this too many times, bastard, Kai thinks. He spits to the side.
“Just some surveillance,” Kai growls. But it’s no use. Luhan knows too well. And Kai knows.
“Surveillance,” Luhan says. “What a pity.”
With a sharp crack, a whip slashes out from nowhere, slicing into Kai’s cheek. He bites a cry, watches red drip down onto the fogged pavement, then looks back up, eyes in slits directed at Luhan.
“We’ve got a good system of drug cartels going on here, Kai,” Luhan spits. “I don’t want a petty little mafia boy from Korea messing us up. You guys can do your little frolicking back in your little dump of a country.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve met Junmyeon.”
“If I met Junmyeon, if I met Jumyeon.” Luhan mimics Kai’s voice, a grin shadowing his lips. “You’re all babies. Don’t even know how to spy on us properly.”
Kai looks down.
“Just kill him, Tao,” Luhan says suddenly. “This one’s not even worth my time.”
Tao nods, a grunt followed by the sharp lift of his arm and the whir of the whip flying back and-crack.
He’s gone.
“What the hell?”
Luhan blinks, wiping black powder off his eyes. He looks at the wall where Kai had been slumping against just seconds ago.
“The fuck-”
There’s a symbol in black plastered on the wall, words written crudely just below:
“EXO IS BACK.”
featuring kai, luhan.
mafia!AU meets MAMAverse.
522 w.
pg-13 [violence, cursing].
a/n: inspired by this gif. ps terribly unbetaed; wrote on a whim. i've been thinking a while about a mafia/MAMA crossover, haha.
point blank.
He takes another lethargic drag of his cigarette, stifling a cough as he lets the spiciness of the smoke wash down his throat. Eyes half-open, teeth just barely hanging onto the white paper, his fingers casually limp over his mouth to keep it from falling. Movement creaks to a halt as he lifts his eyes to the target of interest-Lu Han from Shanghai, China. From the M division.
He drops his hand, letting the tiny white stub shed to the ground. A soft patter echoes through the alley, bouncing all the way to the end of nothingness and back. Smoke shrouds the air. Before silence settles down again, Kai grinds the butt of his cigarette with a light crinkle.
“다시 만났군요.”
So we meet again.
Luhan lets out a spiteful chuckle, waving his hand away, wrist flicking with contempt as he sneers, “We know you speak English.”
A pause. Kai sighs. He leans his body weight on his right leg, letting it crackle the cigarette under his ebony shoes.
“And I know you speak Korean.”
The air is almost light, then, like there’s no deal behind their backs, no ideas in their heads, no plans on smashing heads in or pulling out guns, like it’s just time to pass some good jokes. How funny, we both knew.
But by the way Kai’s Adam’s apple bobs irregularly, there’s obviously something wrong. Luhan notices. He slips a grin. Nods. Instantly, from the smoke blocking the end of the alley, Huang Zitao emerges, dark circles, black lipstick, leather jacket and all. Kai swallows hard.
“So what exactly are you here for, again?” Luhan smiles, cracking his knuckles this time. He pulls up his sleeves, swift, practiced movements. You’ve done this too many times, bastard, Kai thinks. He spits to the side.
“Just some surveillance,” Kai growls. But it’s no use. Luhan knows too well. And Kai knows.
“Surveillance,” Luhan says. “What a pity.”
With a sharp crack, a whip slashes out from nowhere, slicing into Kai’s cheek. He bites a cry, watches red drip down onto the fogged pavement, then looks back up, eyes in slits directed at Luhan.
“We’ve got a good system of drug cartels going on here, Kai,” Luhan spits. “I don’t want a petty little mafia boy from Korea messing us up. You guys can do your little frolicking back in your little dump of a country.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve met Junmyeon.”
“If I met Junmyeon, if I met Jumyeon.” Luhan mimics Kai’s voice, a grin shadowing his lips. “You’re all babies. Don’t even know how to spy on us properly.”
Kai looks down.
“Just kill him, Tao,” Luhan says suddenly. “This one’s not even worth my time.”
Tao nods, a grunt followed by the sharp lift of his arm and the whir of the whip flying back and-crack.
He’s gone.
“What the hell?”
Luhan blinks, wiping black powder off his eyes. He looks at the wall where Kai had been slumping against just seconds ago.
“The fuck-”
There’s a symbol in black plastered on the wall, words written crudely just below:
“EXO IS BACK.”