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Had a shit day at work.. *Sips boba*
Trigger Warning:
Criminal Activity
Mentions of drugs
Gun use
Murder implied
Criminal Activity
Mentions of drugs
Gun use
Murder implied
——He fought against his restraints, ropes tied to his wrists and looped through the chair slats.
“I don’t fuckin’ know anything! You stupid fucks!” He struggled further, trying to pull his ankles from the duct tape around the chair legs. His lip stung from where it was split.
“I don’t fuckin’ know anything! You stupid fucks!” He struggled further, trying to pull his ankles from the duct tape around the chair legs. His lip stung from where it was split.
His heart hammered when he saw him. They had actually brought him here personally. The Cash King of Seoul...
Cash wore leather boots, clicking the heels on the concrete floor of the warehouse. He pushed his pink hair back, a frown on his pouty lips.
Cash wore leather boots, clicking the heels on the concrete floor of the warehouse. He pushed his pink hair back, a frown on his pouty lips.
He stood in front of him hands on his hips, sparkles on his jacket shining in the dim lights.
“The fuck is this about?” He turned to his right hand, who had previously dragged the man here to be tied up in the first place.
“The fuck is this about?” He turned to his right hand, who had previously dragged the man here to be tied up in the first place.
“Can you tell me why one of my best runners is tied to a fuckin’ chair right now?” He did not sound happy. Bad things happened when Cash wasn’t happy.
The man next to Cash stepped forward, “You asked me to research the missing cargo... It led to him.”
The man next to Cash stepped forward, “You asked me to research the missing cargo... It led to him.”
Cash’s head snapped to the man in the chair, eyes flashing with anger. “What?” He hissed.
“I-“ He stuttered, “I don’t know shit, Cash. I-I don’t.”
Cash crossed his arms.
“I-“ He stuttered, “I don’t know shit, Cash. I-I don’t.”
Cash crossed his arms.
The man in the chair would never understand how Cash managed to look like the prettiest of angels yet scare the shit out of anyone that crossed his path.
Cash’s eyes narrowed on him. “Tell me what you did, Van.” He kicked the chair, the tied man flinching. “You ungrateful fuck— tell me what you did.”
“I really don’t—“ His words were cut by a boot now digging into his thigh. “Ah— please!”
“Please what?” Cash leaned over him now.
“I really don’t—“ His words were cut by a boot now digging into his thigh. “Ah— please!”
“Please what?” Cash leaned over him now.
“Please don’t kill you? Please don’t realize you crossed the man that took you off the fucking streets?”
“Just,” he paused. “Please, Cash.”
Cash rolled his eyes, digging his boot into the man’s thigh. “I really don’t have time for this shit right now.”
“Just,” he paused. “Please, Cash.”
Cash rolled his eyes, digging his boot into the man’s thigh. “I really don’t have time for this shit right now.”
He grabbed the man by the jaw. “Tell me what happened to my cargo.”
The man shook.
“Tell me,” he paused, his lips pulled into a snarl. “What the fuck you did, Van.”
Van grimaced, spitting in the pink haired man’s face.
The man shook.
“Tell me,” he paused, his lips pulled into a snarl. “What the fuck you did, Van.”
Van grimaced, spitting in the pink haired man’s face.
Cash flinched as the spit hit his cheek. He broke out into a grin, chuckling.
He nodded. “Ha, okay, baby.”
He pulled the pink handgun from his thigh strap. The man’s eyes widened at the barrel of the gun being pressed to his forehead.
He nodded. “Ha, okay, baby.”
He pulled the pink handgun from his thigh strap. The man’s eyes widened at the barrel of the gun being pressed to his forehead.
He sighed, “You have 5 seconds to start talking before I blow your shit to bits.”
Cash was lying. He’d never really. He had men for that. But it was the fear that mattered.
Cash was lying. He’d never really. He had men for that. But it was the fear that mattered.
“Cash!”
“Five.”
“No, please—“
“Four.” He rolled his eyes.
The man’s mouth open and closed dumbly.
“Three.”
He cocked the gun, the click ominous- the only other sound in the room is the man’s harsh breathing. “Two—“
“We private sold!”
“Five.”
“No, please—“
“Four.” He rolled his eyes.
The man’s mouth open and closed dumbly.
“Three.”
He cocked the gun, the click ominous- the only other sound in the room is the man’s harsh breathing. “Two—“
“We private sold!”
Cash frowned, pushing the gun further into his flesh. “The fuck did you say?”
“We-we private sold it. Cheap as fuck but it all sold so fast.” The man’s eyes were wide as he spilled his guts.
Cash laughed hysterically, dropping his gun to his side.
“We-we private sold it. Cheap as fuck but it all sold so fast.” The man’s eyes were wide as he spilled his guts.
Cash laughed hysterically, dropping his gun to his side.
“You sold my pure cocaine for cheap? To who?” His eyes were pretty when he laughed like this— fucking terrifying.
The man gulped. “School kids.” He whispered. “High school.”
The drug lords smile fell, he nodded.
The man gulped. “School kids.” He whispered. “High school.”
The drug lords smile fell, he nodded.
“You realize you’re fucked, right?” He shrugged. “You’ll die for that. For stealing from me, for corrupting the innocent.”
He took a step back, “It was nice working with you, Van. Too bad you were such a greedy mother fucker in the end.”
He took a step back, “It was nice working with you, Van. Too bad you were such a greedy mother fucker in the end.”
He nodded to his right hand, and began to walk away.
“Find out his partner as well,” he called.
He didn’t turn back no matter how much the man yelled for him and struggled. He shoved his hands in his pockets. They really were friends, but Cash didn’t allow himself to be sad.
“Find out his partner as well,” he called.
He didn’t turn back no matter how much the man yelled for him and struggled. He shoved his hands in his pockets. They really were friends, but Cash didn’t allow himself to be sad.
“Jimin! Jimin, please!”
Cash winced. That wasn’t his name anymore.
He finally reached his motorcycle, starting the engine. He heard the pop of the gun going off.
He sighed, putting a cigarette in his mouth. “Fuck, I need a boba.”
The bike rolled out of the lot. ——
Cash winced. That wasn’t his name anymore.
He finally reached his motorcycle, starting the engine. He heard the pop of the gun going off.
He sighed, putting a cigarette in his mouth. “Fuck, I need a boba.”
The bike rolled out of the lot. ——
