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With a soft huff he set himself on his butt, if the conversation was going to continue he might as well be comfortable. “Ah, so that’s what the wings are for makes sense now considering the size of your gang.” It would probably be considered rude and completely out of nowhere but Soohan didn’t think much as he reached out a finger to poke at Minjae’s nose. Grimacing as he got a better sense of the damage. “We should get you to someone who can set that properly or you’re not going to look half as cute anymore and that would be a tragedy.” Flirting was another thing that would most likely be considered out of place in a situation like this. Soohan couldn’t bring him to care though if he sees a pretty face than him flirts it was practically wired into him at this point in life. It helped that he found Minjae to be good company from the few times they had talked before.

“Yes, that’s what the wings are for.” He said shortly, eyes focusing on what was in front of him instead of  of the other in particular. Minjae didn’t really expect him to help much, especially considering the tensions between their gangs at the moment. But he at least appreciated that he wasn’t pointing the finger at him. Sure his bother was second in command and his brother in law was the leader,  he was sure many of the snakes were looking to beat his ass up; hell- he wouldn’t have been surprised if that was who jumped him. He hisses as a finger is pressed up against his nose, eyes glaring at the other for a minute, before his threat gets caught in his throat at the other’s words, “Soohan--- I swear...” He mumbles, fingers carding through his hair.

minki didn’t know if this was called kindness or care, or maybe both, but what he knew was that he wasn’t just going to leave the younger boy there on his own to deal with any of this. it wasn’t fair on him, and leaving minjae out here just seemed a little more rude than anything. they were both gang members after all, but given he saw minjae outside of the gang as well, it wasn’t really just that either. he’d like to consider him a friend anyway.. if that could be applied; minki never really understood when to apply that word to people. “huh.. maybe. but c’mon.. lets go back now.” he had a feeling anyway that minjae wouldn’t go and get checked out by himself, and if he wouldn’t do that, then he’d make sure he did.. if he could anyway. he wasn’t that strong after all, or good at convincing people. minki kind of just hoped for the best.

He knew he could trust Minki--to an extent; he didn’t seem the type to be able to hold secrets and seemed too honest for his own good; but he knew that he could trust him to help him if he was in a rough spot. And what he needed Minki to trust was that these wings were more important than fixing up some minor bruises and a possible broken nose, when those things could easily heal themselves. With a grunt he pulls himself up, wiping the blood from his nose before turning to the other, “I’m telling you now, they’re probably gonna hound us for those wings and they’re gonna be disappointed when they’re cold.”

“Fine by me.” he says, wrapping his fingers around the glass as soon as it got to him. The action surprised him, despite keeping a calm and collected demeanor. He wasn’t sure what brought the action on, considering he knew Minho was all about independency and when it came to him, he figured that Minho thought he was completely capable of paying for himself. And while something so small between to the two didn’t seem like it held any more of a significant meaning behind it, it really did. Perhaps this was a silent apology? But for what, Minjae didn’t know. Was it past related? He wasn’t sure, but as he took a sip, he rested a hand on the elder’s shoulder and mumbled, “Thanks.”

minki didn’t really spend a lot of time around others. most of it was spent behind his screen or in the comfort of the apartment doing his own thing– or visiting sunmi as of late anyway. and sure, he kept in enough contact with others when needed, but he wasn’t good at conversations half the time, and a lot of it was just luck if he could actually keep one going longer than ten minutes. minki figured people still saw him as a child too, even if he wasn’t. just because his life had been nothing close to normal and he’d been fucked up by it to the point a lot of things weren’t normal to him, it made people look at him weirdly. it was probably a reason as to why he liked his own company really, as well as the fact he’d probably never be used to being around so many people as he was. the comment has his head tilting a little, looking over at the bag and then back to the beaten male. “think should help you first..” he muttered, “should get looked over, anyone can heat ‘em up.” but minki did reach for the bag, adjusting his laptop bag on his shoulder too so it didn’t slip off. “who did it?”

However often he went to Hansol's place to whisk the boy away for some 'brotherly' fun, or just to enjoy a good home cooked meal once in a while, Minjae found himself unable to recall many conversations between him and  the elder male. But here he was, picking up the wings with no problem and insisting on helping him. It made Minjae think that maybe kindness wasn't dead. His upbringing  and own selfishness were one of the reasons he had thought so; always being told to look out for yourself over other and not to spare second glances at those who begged for help and it's that reason why he wasn't surprised that no one tried to help him at first, choosing more so to walk off to the other side of the street and pretend not to see him. There's a bit of grumbling at the mention of having to go get checked out. Knowing that Nuri got annoyed with him already as it was-- He was worried she might try to enact some sort of painful revenge on him. The next question pulls him out of his thoughts, shrugging his shoulders a bit, "Probably some pussy ass subunit from the outlaw bloods."

gpminjae:

He wasn’t a wings kind of guy. Despite the fact that he was sitting in a wings shop, ordering two sets of 50 both boneless and traditional wings plain with a shit load of sauces on the side. He was more or less doing it in order to fill the void of empty Lost Boys stomachs. He doesn’t remember how or when he became the Lost Boys sole supplier of food, but he didn’t mind to much since he had finally managed to put his foot in the door. What Minjae didn’t expect however, was for him to end up sitting on the side of the road on his way back, nose probably broken and blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth with the 200 wings chilling from the cold breeze. It had happened way to fast, a punch in the back of the head, a copious amount of limbs being thrown at him, his face planted to the ground with kicks hitting damn near every part of his body. All he could do was cover his head, waiting until they had finally had enough before he reached for the knife in the back of his pocket and cut one of the man’s Achilles and then letting himself stand up and shift the gun out of his waist band and shooting a warning shot to the other men. Even as he tried to continue to trek his way home, his wounds were too painful and he had finally managed to slump just in front of their territory; before he heard someone’s foot steps.

Walking right on the edge of the Lost Boys territory wasn’t the best idea for a Snake but Soohan didn’t care if he was in a gang now or not he wasn’t going to give up good shortcut routes. It helped that it was also nice to see what the rival gang was up to and today didn’t disappoint. Normally Soohan would walk past someone bloodied and broken, it wasn’t a rare occurrence in this part of the city or in Soohans life in general. But a bloodied boy surrounded by bags of - chicken wings, really? - who had a strange resemblance to a certain second in command Soohan knew, that was a hard sight to leave behind. He approaches the boy with a slight spring in his step, surveying just how bad the damage is before crouching in front of him. “Is there a reason you’re bleeding out on the street surrounded by enough wings to feed a small army? Because it’s not really the best look.” His head inclines to the side as he takes in Minjae’s face better at this distance. “Your nose looks fucked.”

The breeze seemed to only make the sting of his injuries even worse and he wondered, as each car sped passed him how long he had been sitting with his back against the concrete wall that separated the sidewalk from what seemed to be a hill littered with trees. He found the stares and whispers of those who walked by to be amusing, but he wasn't surprised that no one stopped to help and more so crossed the street before they could walk passed him. It was when he had caught someone crouching down out of his peripheral, that he dragged his head over to the side; recognizing the face almost immediately. "Not really bleeding out; feeding my gang." He mumbles, clucking his tongue. Soohan wasn't someone he found himself in the company of often, he proffered his own gang when it came to hanging out. "Tell me something I don't know?"

As soon as he got the message from the lost boy group chat, he had finished up the client he was with at a record speed, and headed back to the lost boy territory. Bae could be a pain in the ass, and a little shit by choice- but there was always one way to win him over. Food. It gave him something to look forward too, at least in these recent depressing days. Hanging out with the other members and stuffing his face sounded like a great thing to get his mind off everything. The trail of blood that led to their hide out didn’t even grab his attention, somebody bleeding or causing someone else to bleed nothing outside of their gangs usual routine. His main focus was wings…that was- until he saw his friend hunched over, beaten, and bloody. Bae wanted to say he was shocked, he wanted to say he freaked out- but he couldn’t. It was something he had seen all before and for many years, it wasn’t like members getting jumped was a random occurrence. Just the opposite. “Fuck Minjae.” Bae rushed over, examining his state. “Did you get shot? Stabbed? Can I pick you up?” he asked carefully, not wanting to do anything that could potentially hurt him anymore thne he already was.

“Ah, your birthday. I almost forgot that was happening.” Minho teased as he swirled the dark liquid in his glass. “I’m going to assume you don’t want to be taken to some club where you can get blind drunk and have some random girl suck you off in the bathroom? It’s what most of the Lost Boys end up going for.” He says with a click of his tongue few foul memories of past birthday celebrations crossing his mind. “I don’t know what you want to do on your actual birthday but we can go out that weekend for something. Hansol will mostly likely come too.” Minho couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the description of their family, it was painfully accurate after all. Even if Minho hadn’t been raised alongside his siblings he knew all their childhoods had been skewed and distorted until they all only saw each other as enemies. Objects in the way of them becoming more favoured. Well, it wasn’t true for all of them. Minho could easily say he didn’t see Hwajung or Minjae that way at least.

 “Prodigy? I haven’t heard that word in a while.” Minho muttered into his drink, an image of his father flashing in his eyes causing him to finish the glass as quickly as possible. With a prolonged sigh, Minho watched his brother, lips quirking slightly as he sees him pull off certain tricks. The list of things Minho regretted from growing up was long, longer than it probably should be for someone who is only twenty-four, and Minjae was someone who had worked his way onto that list. He’d always liked his little brother more than his other siblings and he hoped that he had appeared kinder to Minjae when they were young but it frustrated him that it took seven years of not seeing each other, a near death experience in a foreign country and then Minjae following him home for Minho to truly notice just who his brother was. He was clever and he was quick and most annoyingly – he made Minho care. Minho managed to school his expression into a less pensive one as he noticed Minjae heading back, not needing his brother to catch on to his thought process. “Twenty seconds to spare. You did well.” He said with a flash of a smile before turning to the bartender. “Add him to my tab.” Minho told them, with a quick wave of his wrist towards Minjae.

"No thanks Hyung. Unless she's got like, an amazing ass or the dude is really hung, i don't think I'll be looking too much for sex on my birthday. Would love though, to eat something Hansol made and hang with my family when, you know, they aren't  trying to fuck in the backseat of my car." He hums, eyes rolling a the sheer thought of hooking up with some random chick in the club. He had class. And by that, he meant that he wanted to get full on laid for his birthday. But he also didn't mind going out with his brother and husband. Hell, it wasn't hidden to the world that Minjae and Hansol were close. "We should probably bring Bae and Minki too. You know,  bring the entire hot box crew."  Car rides with Minjae were fun ones; at least in his opinion. Trap music blaring through high quality speakers of some expensive foreign car he had managed to pay entirely during his first week in Korea. Apparently, hidden slush fund money wasn't objected to in this society.

A tired hand rubs his face, brain lagging a bit as he positions himself back onto the bar stool and orders another drink. Though, when his brother's actions do hit him, he turns his head to him and laughs just a little, "Well, look at you being all sweet. Buying me a drink and all." Minjae didn't wallow over wasted time and opportunities forgotten; he figured that all that mattered was getting things done, looking for windows to improve what you missed out on. So yeah, maybe they had wasted most of their time together being separated by parents who arguably hated each other and familial bonds of 'loyalty' and other mafia related business, but it didn't stop them from being close now. Loving and caring about each other now. And while Minjae would never say 'I love you' to the elder, or probably anyone else for that matter, it didn't mean that he didn't feel it.

minki wasn’t doing anything right now, more so just getting ready to head back home so that he could finally crash maybe unless he was hit with a second wave of energy– or probably fourth by this point. it happened often enough, it was why he stayed awake so long without many actually notice that he didn’t sleep. it freaked people out when they did, but minki had read a study about a man that only slept for fifteen minutes a night, so hey.. maybe he’d end up like that one day.. only he’d need to work on sleeping each day first which probably wasn’t going to happen. either way, he was heading out the headquarters and ready to go on his way back when he saw the figure slumping over, and out of pure curiosity, minki made his way over. it was at seeing it was another lost boy– minjae, actually, as well as the injuries that he worried his lip a little between his teeth. “what happened?” he mumbled, slinging his bag over his shoulder more as he approached, wanting to help but.. minki didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Minjae had always kept more so to himself, or bossing around the lower recruits.  So it wasn't often, maybe when he'd visit Minho and Hansol, that he'd see Minki. It wasn't like Minjae was ever bothered by the other. In fact, he more so appreciated that the two of them kept to themselves respectively. It made the blond's life so much easier in consideration hat everyone in some way or another, felt hell bent on getting on his nerves. When he approaches, Minjae let's out a grunt and gestures to the bag, "We don't all get to enjoy Hansol's fine cooking, so you should take these to the hide out. "Save the wings and try and get someone to warm them up." The question has him laughing a bit, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth before he looked over at the other, hand reaching out to pat his shoulder, "People out here beat us up for no reason, I tell you. They're just lucky my hands were full."

 “If you don’t stop I’m going to throw a glass at your face. You and Hwajung in any kind of sexual situation is not something I want to think about. It’s not something I want to even acknowledge. I struggle enough to remember you’re both grown ass adults now.” He shrugged slightly at his brother explanation, knowing that he was right but not willing to verbally admit it. Minjae didn’t need to be brought down like other members but what could Minho say. By this point, it had become second nature to play up that side of his personality. It helped that it was simply just fun to tease and drag Minjae as well. “And that is why you’re my favourite brother. Well, that and the fact I would shoot the rest of them in the face but I feel like that’s a mutual thing in our family by now.”

Minho hid a smirk behind his drink as he listened to Minjae talk. A small swell of pride washing over him. Minho knew his brother worked hard, it was why he hadn’t even thought twice about accepting his brother into the Lost Boys, he knew Minjae wouldn’t slack and think he could swan around without doing anything just because he was Minho’s brother. Minjae wasn’t like that. “It’s not often I say this to people, so you better feel fucking special, but you’re doing enough. Don’t overwork yourself.” The words were out quick and simple, Minho not wanting on the affection that went with them. Affection wasn’t something he did with Minjae mostly because he didn’t really know how to, not that he was going to admit that. He cared about Minjae and he knew Minjae cared about him, he wouldn’t have followed him all the way from Shanghai if he didn’t, and that was enough for Minho. Forms of showing that though felt uncomfortable and clunky. The Park siblings didn’t show emotion, they’d always been taught that, and for all of Minho’s attempts at forgetting everything he was taught back in Russia it was hard to learn new ways of living. “Я рассчитываю на.” Minho sing-songs, eyes half on his watch and on his brother. A shit eating grin slowly pulling at his lips as he watches Minjae work.

"You say that, but the worst you'll give me is  maybe a black eye. Depending on how explicit I get with my first orgasm.-- I'm telling you, an ass like that is a once in a lifetime ass. It sucks she won't ride this dick anymore." Minjae did genuinely like her, wanted to be with her even; But it seemed as if she wasn't the type to settle down in relationships and it's something that he probably should've noticed from the get go. "But yeah we're both grown ass adults now. When are you taking me out for my birthday?"  Blonde hair sweeps into his eyes, and he takes a moment to push it out the way before taking another sip of his drink.  He didn't need Minho to tell him he was right, he knew it without words. And the sense of self satisfaction and smugness that bubbled up in the pit of Park Minjae's stomach was a strong one, face clearly reflecting his emotions. "You know us Parks, violent, messy and for the most part we all hate each other."

"I'm doing enough, and yet you're going to make me sell drugs as if it's my job. Nice try." He hums, smiling at the compliment. Praise was a thing Minjae loved, though he wouldn't dare say it. After years and years of being ignored or having his ideas stolen by jealous older brothers, it was nice to hear some one say that he was doing a good job.  The younger stands from his seat, patting his brother's shoulder before taking the last sip of his drink, "You're doing good too, don't over work yourself. Prodigy or not." And with that, he went to work, cracking his knuckles in the process as he began his usual magic, the nervous glances, the hesitancy-- It was shit like this that reminds Minjae of how good of a business man he could've been.  It takes a few tries and gestures, but he manages to crack a deal, dumping off the drugs and walking back with the wad of cash stuffed into his wallet; before he checks his watch. "Just under the time limit-- right?"