The past comes back to haunt us. | Junsu&Luhan
Junsu walked down the street, checking out the food stalls. He took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it, putting it out.
"You need to eat properly," the man on the other end of the line paused for a moment before speaking again. "I have no use for a hitman who won't take care of himself." Junsu opened his mouth to argue, letting out a sound of annoyance instead.
"Yes, sir. I'll eat. But you better cover my eating expenses," his voice was sickeningly sweet as he responded, "I don't like paying for things." There was a loud laugh on the other end of the line, then a click, and dead silence. Junsu took that as a yes. Sure enough, a few hours later, money for food arrived. An "allowance". Oh, he was spoiled.
As he thought back on the phone call from this afternoon, a smirk spread over his face. He was so, so good at getting what he wanted. The smells wafting off each of the food stalls was intoxicating, and Junsu lost track of his thoughts. His mind now consumed with thoughts of food, Junsu made his way over to a stall, his shoulder brushing against a man the same height. He grunted out a half assed apology, telling the woman at the stall what he wanted.
"Ddukbokki, soondae, twigim, mandu..And..Odang!" He smiles sweetly at the woman. "Thank you, ahjumma~" He says happily, turning to the side reaching into his pocket to get his cigarettes. Freezing when he sees the face of the man he had just bumped into, his eyes going wide as he lets out a sharp breath.
"Luhan..?"
