Fandom: Super Junior AU (Mafia)
Pairings: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul (Hankyung/Heechul), Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk, Tablo/Eunhyuk
Pairings in Chapter: Hankyung/Heechul
Word Count: 3,355
Summary: The Kim family and the Choi family are the two oldest families in Seoul: where other families have been born, grown, and then fell apart, they remain strong. Unfortunately, they are mortal enemies, and where one lives alongside the law, the other is beyond any control. It's up to the new generation of members to destroy the violence between them - even if it means destroying one family in the process.
A/N: YOU GUYS I DID IT \o/! I hit the 50,000 needed but the story isn't finished yet, crying. I'm going to post while I continue writing, though, because I know there are people who want to see this.
This is what happens when you mix an obsession with Romeo and Juliet with pictures of Super Junior in suits: sheer insanity.
This universe is one that is one where cities, and to some extent, countries, are split into territories whose boundaries just exist, although they aren't written down. Each territory belongs to a different family, and they own that land - they have power over the businesses that are run there, the people who live there, and the things that happen there. Some cities (like Seoul) have a neutral center where the governement is, over which no family has an influence - other cities (like Beijing) don't. (That's enough explanation, hopefully it will become obvious over the course of the story).
“Seriously,” Heechul said, flicking a rolled up piece of paper at Hankyung across the table. “Why is my life so hard?”
If asked, most of the time Heechul would say that he had the perfect job. Sure, it didn’t pay much, because it was a family based job and he did it because of honour and duty – to be honest, he wouldn’t be bothering if ‘honour and duty’ didn’t also mean that he got a new expensive suit every month to make sure that he keeps up appearances, and if there’s one thing Heechul likes more than anything else, it’s new clothes. But really, that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that mostly, he loves his job, because he gets nice clothes and gets to instil fear into the hearts of the petty gangster-wannabes that litter their town. While the Kim family is known for its leniency, they are still fucking terrifying.
However, there are times when he hates his job, and it’s mainly when he’s had to travel across town into enemy territory to meet someone who claims to have important information for them and then who fails to turn up.
“Do you think something’s happened to him?” Hankyung looked worried, glancing towards the door. Heechul flicked another piece of paper at him; Hankyung glared. “What are you, five?” he asked, annoyed.
“Bored,” Heechul said with a casual shrug.
“What if this is a set-up?” Hankyung glanced towards the door again, hand firmly on his gun. “We never thought about that.”
Heechul straightened up in his chair with a sigh. “That’s because Min-young is too stupid to tie his own shoelaces, never mind come up with something as elaborate as a set-up,” he said.
“But he’d get help,” pointed out Hankyung. “Someone else would come up with the plan; he’d just have to lure us here.”
“He’s done this before,” Heechul said. “You know it as much as I do, he’s a flake. He’ll be too scared that whoever he’s got information on will find out that he’s ratted and so he’s backed out.” He stretched, and flicked his hair back. “I don’t know why we bother with him,” he said. “He’s so inconsistent.”
“But the few times he does show up, he usually has good stuff,” Hankyung said, still looking a little unsure but taking his hand from his gun anyway.
“In that case, someone else should do this,” Heechul said. “It’s not my job to wait around for rats that don’t even show up. Eeteuk should send someone else.”
“It’s not anyone’s job to do that,” Hankyung said. “And I suppose, if Eeteuk thought it was safe to send us, then it’s likely that it’s not a set-up. I just feel like something strange is going to happen.”
“I don’t know what’s more annoying,” Heechul said with a glare. “Your blatant condescension, or the fact that you’d trust Eeteuk over me.”
“Jealousy is unattractive,” Hankyung said with a grin, which made Heechul kind of want to punch him.
“You’re so – superior,” he snapped. “I really don’t know where you learnt it from. You weren’t like this three years ago.”
“Must be your influence,” Hankyung said, and then, quickly, before Heechul could get his angry retort out, “Okay, so it’s probably not a set-up. If you ask me, I can think of worse places to be stood up.”
Heechul looked around, and was forced to admit that Hankyung had a point. From the outside, the venue that Min-young had given them the name of had looked like the kind of a dive that would have been forced out of business by his family; suspect business was not allowed on their territory. Over here, however, the Kim family had no say over what happened. The place wasn’t that far over the unspoken territorial line, however, so they didn’t feel too at odds with the place: here, the habitants were likely to be completely neutral.
The place had needed a password – they had given it at the door (and Heechul had half expected it to be wrong, knowing Min-young, but it had been correct) and they had been let into a rather cosy nightclub. To say they were shocked would have been an understatement – from the outside, it looked like a run-down public house. Inside, it was cool lighting and warm colours, with white woodwork. The noise level from the music had been substantially reduced when they were shown into a private bar, where soft mood music floated down from speakers. They had commandeered a corner table with large, comfortable seats in order to wait for Min-young to arrive: it was where they were waiting still.
“I hate this music,” was all Heechul could find to complain about. Hankyung’s facial expression didn’t change, but Heechul had known him long enough to know that he was laughing at him.
“I need a drink,” Heechul decided, and stood up, slipping his jacket from his shoulders and laying it across the back of his chair. He pushed his sleeves up, and loosened the tie from around his neck. Hankyung gave him a Look. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Heechul said, exasperated. “You may be part of the family, but I’m the official Kim, it’ll be on my head if someone takes affront at my state of dress. Anyway, who’s going to see us here? Actually, forget that, who’s going to care here? It’s on Choi territory, so there’s going to be no one even remotely related to the Kim’s here, and it’s so far out that no Choi is going to be here. Lighten up.”
Hankyung didn’t look convinced, and Heechul sighed, a hand on his waist. “Fine,” he said. “Be stuck up. I need a drink. What do you want?”
“This is no time for drinking-” Hankyung said firmly, but Heechul interrupted him.
“Soju, got it.” He flashed him a victory sign and bounced off to the bar. Hankyung rolled his eyes, and then repeated the motion when Heechul came back with a bottle of soju for him and some sort of a pink concoction for himself, which looked both potent and slightly acidic, and which came complete with an umbrella.
“What is that?” he asked drily, when Heechul had slipped back into his seat.
“No idea,” Heechul said with a smirk. “A woman down there is drinking one. I just asked for the same thing, thought it looked interesting. Here,” he said, and poured a glass of soju out for Hankyung.
“Thanks,” Hankyung said, and took a sip. “I don’t know,” he said, as he watched Heechul pick his own glass up and look at the underneath of it curiously. “We’d better hope that no member of the Choi family shows up here. We’d probably be looking at an attempted take-over before the week was out if they knew you drank girly things like that.”
“Shut up,” Heechul said, and took a sip. He scrunched his face up, and then made a deliberating noise. “It tastes like fruit,” he said, slightly shocked. “It’s really sweet!”
“Yes,” Hankyung said, not quite getting what Heechul was trying to say.
“I didn’t think it would be like that,” Heechul said, disappointed.
“It’s bright pink, Heechul.”
“Yes but.” Heechul took another sip and scrunched his face up again. “I don’t like it,” he said. “Swop with me.”
Hankyung shook his head at the order. “I wouldn’t drink that if you paid me,” he said.
“I’ll pay you generously to swop with me,” Heechul said. “Just not right at this second, and not necessarily with money.”
“Just go get another glass,” Hankyung said, shaking his head. “Share this bottle with me, and just leave that – monstrosity. Why are you like this? Why do you always have to get the strangest flavoured things? You know you aren’t going to like it.”
“At least I’m predictable,” Heechul said, and then frowned. “Fuck, am I predictable? Fuck.”
Half an hour later, they had finished the first bottle and were halfway through their second; they were so used to this sort of drinking that it was like drinking rather bitter water, and so Hankyung thought Heechul’s statement of “I think someone is watching me,” was rather weird, considering he wasn’t even near to drunk.
“Yes, you are predictable,” he said. “And paranoid, too.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Heechul said with a glare. “Who was the one who was convinced that we were being set-up by a man who everyone knows is only good at carrying on information because it doesn’t require any brain power? And anyway, I’m not being paranoid, we really are being watched.”
“Really?” Slowly, so as to not to alert whoever it was Heechul claimed was watching, Hankyung slid his hand into the pocket where his gun was concealed, and wrapped his hand around it. “Where?”
“The guy at the bar,” Heechul said quietly, taking a sip of his drink so as to look normal. He frowned. “The young, good looking one,” he elaborated. “Not the fat one with the sweat patches. How is he even in this VIP area, anyway? He’s repulsive.”
“Money has nothing to do with how good looking you are,” Hankyung said, discreetly looking at the man that Heechul had given him notice of. He looked to be a few years younger than them, was quite obviously tall even though he was sitting down; his legs stretched out in front of him casually, and he was watching them with no attempt at hiding it.
“It should do,” Heechul said, and it took Hankyung a minute to realise that he was replying to his previous statement. “If you’re rich, you should be able to afford plastic surgery. There is no excuse for being rich and ugly.”
“You’re right,” Hankyung said.
“I know I am,” Heechul said. “But I get the feeling that you aren’t agreeing with hypothesis on the link between money and good looks.”
“He is watching us, but I don’t think he’s anything to worry about. He’s so obvious about it, someone with a grudge or another agenda would hide it.”
“Probably he’s just stunned by my good looks, and can’t believe that such a person exists,” Heechul said, looked up, and then ducked back down, hissing, “Fuck!”
“What?” Hankyung’s hand shot to his gun again, but Heechul shook his head frantically, not looking up.
“I looked up, and he was looking straight at me, and I caught his eye,” he said in a rush. “So now he knows that we know that he’s looking at us.”
Hankyung groaned. “Great. If he’s something that we should be worried about, now he knows we’re onto him, and that’s going to throw all sorts of spanners into the works.”
“You don’t have to tell me that!” Heechul said, a little indignant. “I’m not stupid. I think we should get out of here while we-”
“Hi,” said a voice.
Hankyung’s head shot up and back so fast that he cricked something; he yelped and clutched at it, as Heechul struggled to contain his laughter despite the rather dangerous circumstances. Hankyung took a few deep breaths, and looked at the boy who had been staring at them; he seemed more nervous than Hankyung had ever seen anyone be before, the whiskey in the glass that he clutched in his hand sloshing against the sides with the force of his shaking fingers. “Um,” he said, in a voice deeper than Hankyung would have expected. “I was wondering if I could join you – or, if I could buy you a drink?”
“Who?” asked Heechul bluntly. “Me or him?”
“Um.” The boy looked like he was wishing that he’d never bothered. “Both of you.”
Heechul and Hankyung exchanged glances, before Heechul sighed. “You’re trying to pick one of us up, aren’t you?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand as he laid his arm on the table in front of him. “And you don’t want to the other to feel left out.”
The boy grinned and dimples appeared on either cheek. It had a strange effect; it made him look both older and younger simultaneously, and when he laughed, a low chuckle, Hankyung didn’t know what to make of him. “No,” he said. “I’m really not. It’s just that it’s not exactly jumping in here, and I’d quite like the company.”
Hankyung looked around at the other people in the room. Beyond the ‘repulsive’ man at the bar, there were two middle-aged women sitting in another corner, and three young girls sitting around another table. It would have been the perfect room to conduct business if Min-young had actually turned up, and it served them well by keeping them from any eyes that could recognise them out in the main part of the club, but it wasn’t exactly the most exciting place to be.
“I’d have thought you’d have been more interested in joining those three,” he said, nodding towards the girls. The boy glanced towards them and then back, and laughed wryly.
“Not my type,” he said. Hankyung noticed Heechul sit up at attention in the corner of his eye, and sighed inwardly.
“What’s your name?” he asked, before Heechul could invite him down. The last thing he wanted was to be sitting down for a drink with a Choi, or with someone from a family linked with the Choi family. If that happened, even Heechul wouldn’t have been able to talk Eeteuk or Kangin around.
The boy paused before he gave his name, almost a hesitation before he said, “Han Siwon.”
“Heechul.” Heechul wasn’t stupid – he knew perfectly well that giving his family name in this side of town could be disastrous, even if it was mainly neutral here. It was times like this that he envied Hankyung. He didn’t have to think about whether it was safe to show which family he was from, because he didn’t have a family name he could give.
“Hankyung,” Hankyung said, and pushed out a seat with his foot. Siwon took it with a grin.
“No family names?” he asked casually.
“No,” Hankyung said bluntly.
“Oh,” Siwon said, looking a little taken aback.
“Han,” Heechul said musingly. “I’ve never heard of that family.”
Siwon laughed softly. “We aren’t a family like that,” he said. “We made our fortune through trading.”
“Weird,” Heechul said. “I thought most traders were related to a family in some way or another.”
“Usually,” Siwon said. “What do you do?”
“Us?” Heechul glanced at Hankyung, and then smirked, leaning forward on the table. The movement was flirtatious, as he made a bridge with his fingers and laid his chin on it. Siwon leant away slightly, looking a little unsure for a moment. “No, see, we like to be mysterious. Not give away everything. Let other people work it out for themselves.”
“Ah,” Siwon said, looking as if he understood, and he grinned. “From the way you’re dressed, you’re either from a well-to-do family, or a businessman, involved in some sort of law or economic related work.”
“The second,” Hankyung said casually, draining his glass. Siwon immediately leant forward to refill his cup, all the while appearing to think about what he’d just said.
“Accountants, perhaps,” he said. “Working in one of the banks.”
“Please,” Heechul said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I couldn’t do arithmetic to save my life.”
“Not unless you were counting in carats,” Hankyung muttered into his drink.
“Law, then,” Siwon said, looking determined. “Solicitors? Lawyers?”
“That’s right,” Heechul said. “We’re in court everyday, Kyungie here and I. Objection is my favourite thing to shout, it annoys them so.”
“Well, I suppose that’s true,” Hankyung said. “You always do object to everything that happens, one way or another.”
Siwon slumped slightly, looking slightly at a loss in the front of Heechul’s sarcasm. “You aren’t going to tell me what you do, are you?” he asked finally.
“No,” Heechul said with a smirk. “But you can keep trying if you want. More fun for us.”
“I don’t think I have the time, to be honest,” Siwon said.
“Busy man?” Heechul both looked and sounded incredulous.
“No,” Siwon said, with a shake of the head. “It’s just that I’ll probably still be here trying to guess on the day that it’s chosen that I die.”
“Ah,” Heechul said, a derisive noise. “Religious.”
“The only way you’d get Heechul in a Church would be if it was giving away free pretty things,” Hankyung said.
“You’re getting me mixed up with Sungmin,” Heechul said laughingly. “I’d only go in if they were letting us ring the giant bells. They’d be so much fun, don’t you think?”
“So neither of you are?” asked Siwon. He sounded disappointed.
“No,” Heechul said. “And don’t bother trying to convert us. I have to put up with enough of that sort of stuff at home, I’m not taking it while I’m drinking.”
“Where do you live?” Siwon asked, in an attempt at getting on them to talk. They looked at each other, amused – they had dealt with a lot worse than the son of a trader before.
“A while from here,” Hankyung said. “We came here just to get off the beaten track, somewhere that the people we live with won’t find us, otherwise they’d be drinking with us too.”
“And we like them and all,” Heechul said, “but I certainly don’t want to see them all day, every day.”
“I understand what you mean,” Siwon said eagerly. “Sometimes you have to get out and forget about it all.”
“Yeah,” Heechul said. “You can’t be around the same people all the time, otherwise you’d just go crazy.”
“Well, thanks,” Hankyung said sarcastically.
“Oh, you are the obvious exception and you know it,” Heechul said without looking at him. “Don’t even try to give me that.” He looked carefully at Siwon. “How old are you, anyway? Are you even old enough to be drinking?”
“I’m not that young,” Siwon said with a laugh. “I’m twenty-one.”
“I feel so old,” moaned Heechul to Hankyung pathetically. “Is it just me or are people getting younger around me?”
“So you’re older than me,” Siwon said with a grin. Heechul looked at him over the top of his glass, amused.
“You really fancy yourself as a detective, don’t you?” he asked. “Give it up; you’re better off sticking to your day job.”
“I just want to know,” Siwon said.
“No, you don’t,” Hankyung said.
“Yeah,” agreed Heechul, and he smirked. “If you have enough time to be asking us about our lives, then why don’t you put it to a better use and get me another bottle of soju?”
“That boy, today,” Heechul said, paused in unbuttoning his shirt in front of the full length mirror that he had installed in their room a while back for no reason other than ‘I like to look at myself’. “He was quite good looking, didn’t you think?”
Hankyung didn’t answer. He was sprawled across the bed, limbs askew, and he couldn’t be bothered to move, let alone get dragged into a conversation with Heechul. They had just been released from Eeteuk and Kangin’s office, where they had received a grilling. Apparently, the fact that they were on their way to being drunk was bad enough, but the added problem of them getting drunk on Choi territory, and on Eeteuk’s time, had added an extra half an hour on the lecture. Heechul’s annoyed comments about it being like school had not gone down well either. All Hankyung wanted to do was to sleep away the headache that he had developed, but he could feel Heechul staring at him, and so he struggled upright.
“Yeah,” he said. “I suppose he was.”
“Nice, too,” went on Heechul. “Beyond the need to find more out about us, he seemed downright pleasant.”
“Yeah,” Hankyung said.
“I like pleasant,” Heechul said, grinning at him in the mirror. “I like ripping pleasant to shreds.”
“It’s not like it makes a difference,” Hankyung said. “I mean, it’s not like we’re ever going to see him again.”
“Stop spoiling my fun!” Heechul said, honestly shocked.