#mafia!chen

"I'll be there in thirty, give or take," Jongdae finishes as he dries up his hair.

"Thirty?!? Give or take what exactly, Chen?" Chanyeol bursts from the other end of the call.

Jongdae walks back to his kitchen and toasts two more slices, "Depending on how late she's willing to be."

Chanyeol only groans, knowing full well what his boss meant. He compromises instead with a reminder, "Suho hates dealing late."

Chen scoffs, "Fuck Suho."

Chanyeol cringes, "Maybe leave that to someone else." 

Jongdae takes a moment to eat again. In his silence, he remembers something, "Ya, you need to sell that Nintendo Switch, remember."

"I willllllllll," Chanyeol drags out frustrated, "Sehun already agreed to buy it." There is an audible hmp. "But I don't see why I have to when you won it fair and square in a raffle draw."

Yeah, he won a one in a million supermarket draw. He didn't even try. He was just bored and bought one ticket to shut Chanyeol up. He was too much of s sucker for believing in luck and yet Jongdae seemed to be brimming with it.

"You have to sell it because if even peel the packaging open, you'll jump on it and never stop, moron."

Jongdae can practically hear Chanyeol making faces on the other end as he replies, "Whatever. Thirty minutes," and hangs up.

The man still without a shirt gets a tray and puts on a plate of toast with butter and condensed milk. Jongdae wonders if you like coffee. He decides that you probably do and make you a cup.

After, he walks back to the bedroom, ready to shake you awake.

"Ya," he calls softly and places his hand on your shoulder. He knits his brow when he feels how soft you are. Then, he shakes you a little harder and cocks his head to the side. The hell? He rips the sheets off you only to see a bunch of pillows and your delicious body nowhere in sight.

"Uhhhh---"

Jongdae just got left in his own bed the morning after.

***

"You what?" my co-worker gaped as I told her all about my one-night stand with the man who keeps buying leather shoes in this shop we worked at.

Everyone in this high-end for high-noses mall knew the man. I mean, Mr. Kim only bought in the luxury or designer sections, and everyone knows how slow days here were. We employees have nothing better to do than to gossip around.

And Kim Jondae was the sexy sundae scoop on shopping Sundays that got all the knickers twisted.

"And!" the woman in uniform demanded, grabbing my arm, "did you do anything in the morning?"

I snorted and shook my head, "The hell would we do? He was practically dead when I woke up."

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she gasped, "Oh my gosh, you stood him up!"

"I did not stand him up! I left when I woke up. That's not the same. He's probably done it before, a thousand times. Also I'm probably doing him the favor skipping an awkward morning. I'm sure he's smash headed."

"You said he had a high alcohol tolerance."

"Yeah, but he hit his head hurrying to get in the car."

She squealed upon hearing that.

"I can't believe you banged Kim Jongdae! The girls a Tiffany's will be so jelly." She gasped again. "Wait, what if he comes here? What if he gets angry that you left him? What if he causes a scene?!"

What a friend she was, getting excited over the off chance Jongdae would even spare me a moment.

"Shut up, you know how differently I dress when I'm out."

"Yeah, but..." she drags out a groan, "Jongdae is like super rich. I heard he only buys so many ties in front because he used to hit on Chan-mee while she still worked there. And aparently, he once bought an entire bakery just to get some wench's number. No one's that rich! Scratch that, no one's that good looking and rich and be so low key. He is for sure in the mafia, babe. Even if he didn't recognize you he could track you down."

I thought for a moment her blabbering was just going to be full of her usually fake nonsense, but by the time she made her point, my heart started racing. I mean, shit, I knew this rumor was flying around. I believed it to be honest. But now that I've intimately associated myself with him, it all seems too real.

"Bitch, you're right," I fidget.

"Alright, okay, don't get too panicked because everyone here knows each other and if you suddenly disappear, we all know who we're going to fucking blame."

I shoot her wide eyes. I whisper yell and pull her arm, "BLAMING HIM WON'T MATTER IF I'M DEAD!"

She's about to reply, but then a customer walks in.

We go to our stations and attend to our duties. All the while I just try not to think about it all too much. It works enough to calm me down. 

I'm glad it isn't Sunday, because it means I won't have to deal with that Kim Jongdae.

The next days are anti-climactic, but it's just what I need. I do nothing but remind myself that the police aren't that worthelss, also Jongdae defintely doesn't care about. 

Today at work, I just do whatever it is I always do.

"Okay, don't panic, but Jongdae is about to walk in our shop any second."

My eyes widen at her, but I breath in deeply to calm myself down.

At this point, I had a week to control my thoughts. I came to a conclusion that if Jongdae really wanted anything to do with me, he would've come sooner. And so when he walked in, ushered by my co-worker with a too-friendly smile, I played it off and did what I already was.

But after finishing fixing the display, customer Jongdae did not cooperate on his part and startled me with his figure waiting right behind me. I clenched my chest and sorted myself off, "Sorry sir."

He narrows his eyes, "Have we met before?"

Wh- what kind of que-- 

Part of me wanted tounch him for not knowing who I was. But then again every single time someone from work sees me partying outside, they get so shocked to see me, so I shouldn't be surprised.

My friend was visibly panicking behind Jongdae from afar, flailing her hands around and shaking her head.

I released a short breath and played it off with a chuckle, "Well, I work here, sir. I've been attending to you for a while now."

Though his expression doesn't change, I can't help but think he grew annoyed with my answer. He smacked his lips, "what about outside? Do you like to party? Go to clubs?"

I clench my jaw and gulp at his attempt to corner me, what if he does recognize me? What if this was a ploy? "Uh.... I don't think it's proper to talk about my personal life with my clients, and I'm sure if we had met, I would remember."

He hums, "glad to know I'm unforgetable."

His smirk sends a burst of heat up my face. And by the time he licks his lips the way he did when he took a shot some nights, I darted past him and pretended to get busy.

Jongdae is sure you are a confident liar, as confident as a timid mouse can get. Sure the lights were low and the shadows on your face were darker, but he made so much of it melt of with your own sweat mixed with his. It was messy, but it was such an ego boost. And maybe, with all Jongdae got you to do, you forgot he fucked you in the shower.

He watches with a smug look and turns to my co-worker, "What time do you get off."

Her lips fall. For a moment, my chatty friend has no words, "Uh... 3, your honor."

Jongdae's chuckles and nods. He leaves without another word.

"Your honor?!" I snap at the woman across the room. "What is he, a judge?" I groan and proceed to whisper-yell, "he's a mafia boss, egg head!"

"I'm sorry I panicked when I thought of him strangling me!"

I scoff and cross my arms, feeling possisive jealousy spread on my shoulders, "You were probably excited, you twat."

She squeaked and swooned, "Sorry, he's just so hot, he might as well be a judge and chain me up."

"You're so fucking annoying."

By the time I clocked out and made my way out of the mall, I heard the loud hum of a sports car roll up beside me. I turned to my left, eyes widening, pulse quickening.

"You lied to me," the driver calls, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the control that brought one of his windows down. "You clearly remember sleeping with me, sweet heart."

His words were clear so there really was no way around it. I could run, but his damn Ferrari probably went zero to 50 in five seconds. And so I did what anyone with a brain would, I stopped walking and turned to him.

He seemed pleased by it. He stopped his car from moving forward as well. 

But what he didn't know what that I could turn around and speed walk the other way. You thought I would talk to you? Haha, let's see how fast he can turn his metal can in a busy, narrow street. Damn, I'm smart.

I was on my way back into he mall when I broke into a gasp as my wrist was tugged.

"What are you doing?" he quips, brows furrowed tightly.

I look at him and his intense stare, feeling more adrenaline rush through my body. Right. He could just run. He waits for a moment, I think to hear an explaination from me. But when I don't speak, his nose flares, "I thought maybe you forgot my name or something, but you and your friend talk much about me, and so I wondered if it was the sex... but I think you enjoyed that too."

My throat ran dry, and my face burned. I turn to my captured limb and try to pull it away. He thankfully releases it, all to move forward and make me fumble back. I hadn't realized he was pushing me back against a tree.

Once I was completely cornered, I thought of screaming, but my voice caught into my throat. Somehow, I managed to croak out his name, "Jongdae."

I don't know why I did it, but maybe it was a good thing, considering he grinned in delight. "That's what I light to hear baby girl."

I whisper, "we're in public."

He chuckles softly, "eager to take this home? I'm still sad that you left me though. Why'd you have to do that? You didn't even kiss me goodbye."

Ar this point, I was getting frustrated, and even angry at his taunting tone, "What do you want from me, Jongdae? I didn't do anything to you."

He frows, "You didn't do anything?" His face hardened and there was anger behind his eyes. Suddenly, I felt helpess and scared because I was helpless and scared.

My eyes were glazing up with tears as it occured to me, no one was going to help.

For a moment, Jongdae looked at me. Fuck, she's scared. 

Maybe it was my mind playing tricks, but I could've sworn his harsh expression slowly melted away.

"You think just because you wore a higher heels, a shorter skirt, and heavier makeup I wouldn't recognize you? I never forget a face. Especially when you're the pretty girl that sells me my favorite shoes."

My breath hitches when he moves back and parts from me.

"I..." he starts and placing his hands in his pockets.

My goodness, was he about to ask me out?

"Can you at least tell me you left because you had to go to work?"

I knit my brows at him. My jaw slacked. What was happening?

"I... really did have go to work," I mutter lowly.

He sighs and pulls out his phone. If there was anything Jongdae could do, it was read people, and you clearly thought nothing good of him.

"Yeah, I changed my mind, I'm going to the meeting now. Of course I'll be late..."

The man turns his heel and walks away. I find myself walking forward and almost calling for him just to demand and explanation. But I bit mt lower lip and remember his car was probably paid by drugs and shut myself up.