Imma Fight a Man
Han lue x reader
Tag: Fluff, angst. Fem! Reader, no use of Y/N.
A/N: I have no idea how there are almost no works of this man on here. I was so desperate I had to do something about it. Don't expect this to be good, as this is my first fic ever! Also, this is inspired by "Breakin' Dishes" from Rihanna.
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You were mad, like really mad. You were mad to the point that not even the show you were watching gave you a distraction. It had been hours since Han's last text, and even though you knew about Han's life and his business, this was getting on your nerves.
It wasn't the fact that he was out at this hour that was bothering you or that he hadn't called or answered any of your texts, it was every little thing that had happened before today.
Han has been very secretive lately. Usually he tells you little about his dealings, as he didn't want you that involved in his shady business, but this was different. He ended calls when you entered a room and became really secretive about his phone (which never happened before), and to make it worse, he was coming even later than before without a text or a call to reassure you or at least give you warning.
You weren't usually jealous; yes, sometimes you were jealous when girls tried to make advances on your man, but Han always shut it down, though something about this was different. What made you really suspicious about it all is that he started coming bathed after his supposed business deals. The only reason you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the bruises you saw on his body when you stole a glance while he changed, too large to be hickeys, but at the same time why would he hide them from you? It wouldn't be the first time you helped him with it.
For the sake of peace, you decided to let it go, but that peace was running lower every passing minute. This was the third night this week that he decided it was a good idea to not call you even though it was well past three am. Is he cheating on you? You have no idea, but if you don't do something right now, you are going to start throwing shit.
So you shut off the TV and started walking towards your shared room. Drawer after drawer was thrown out to find something, anything either to calm you down or give you a reason to kill him. Halfway through his stuff, you found it, a scribbled note hidden in a jacket he wore like two days ago. The note itself was a list of tasks barely described that gave you more questions than answers.
That was until you read the last one.
“Sean stands watch, night affair”
Sean was so dead.
Without thinking twice, you grabbed your keys and sped your way to the garage. You weren't jealous, like at all, but you are not dumb either. Even though you didn't want to believe that Han could cheat, you knew his past, and the sole idea of it is making you madder by the second.
After braking every spending limit to get to the garage, you get out of the car, slamming the door so hard all the faces in the place look at you. Sean is not in the garage, but to the man's bad luck, Twinkie is. The moment he locks eyes with you he can tell he is done for and tries to turn around to leave.
“Twinkie, don't you fucking dare." You scream, making the guy turn to look at you with a face of pure terror and guilt. “You are going to tell me right now where the fuck Han and your little friend Sean are if you want to keep all your teeth."
Twinkie was so scared he started stuttering nonsense. He was so shocked at your behavior, as you were always so nice and bubbly to everybody, but he was no fool; he knew you could pack a punch if given the chance, and he was not about to give it to you.
“I swear I have no idea where they are, at some deal or something!" That was a lie, and you knew it, he refused to look you in the eyes and that was all you needed. “Bullshit!” And as you were grabbing him by the shirt and ready to hit his face, he shook his hands as he spoke, “OKAY, okay, I lied. I know, I'll tell you, please."
You let go of his shirt so he can explain himself. “They are at some type of business in Kabukichō.” You knew Kabukichō, you also knew that it wasn't called the red district of Tokyo for no reason. This ‘night affair’ he was dealing with had no business being there, and Han better have a really good explanation if he wanted to live another day.
“Okay, take me there." He looked at you like you were crazy. “What? No, I can't; Sean would kill me and then Han would kill me again.”
“I wasn't asking.” You kept staring at each other, and you could see the gears turning in his head, pondering his options. In the end, after a heavy sigh, he agreed, "Fine!" I just know I will regret it.”
The ride there was mostly silent, momentarily interrupted by Twinkies' (useless) attempts to calm you down and you trying to get information on what type of deal he had. “How many times do I have to tell you? Sean only told me where they were going. Bet he didn't even know what it was about.”
That was weird. Lately Sean got to accompany Han a lot, so the fact that even he didn't know made you more suspicious. “The only thing I overheard is that Han is meeting someone.”
Oh, so he is with a bitch...
Maybe it was not a 'nonchalant' move what you did next, but at this point you were mad because as far as you knew he could be getting down to some girl. “What the hell are you doing? PUT THAT BACK!” “Eyes on the road man, and I just want to give them a little scare, nothing too serious." You say as you take a gun out of the glove box. To be fair you dont want to kill someone, just a little scare, and if this was actually a deal, you would need protection anyways.
The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful aside from Twinkie's nervous glances at you when you reached a building. Sean could be seen occasionally peering through the door, so you both knew you were in the right place. That and the car parked in the ally that you knew was Han’s.
The moment he saw you both, he started almost screaming at Twinkie, "Man, what are you doing here? You know you both shouldn't be here, especially you—" He pointed in your direction but was cut short when a loud crash came from inside the building.
In that moment you could care less what the boys thought. You pushed past them and entered the building, getting your gun out and ready. Voices could be heard from the floor above. “I won't repeat myself, Han. You screwed up. Now where are the goods?” You could hear a punch, and as you got closer to the door, you saw Han, tied to a chair and beaten up.
“And how many times do I have to tell you? I don't know." That's when another man that was in the room punched him. As much as you thought this was his karma for lying to you, you weren't about to leave him to deal with this.
You turn around to see Twinkie and Sean coming up the stairs, and without thinking twice, you kick the door open while telling them, “Cover me." Both men scramble to take out their guns as you go to the man in front of Han, hitting him with the holster of your own.
“The only one who can hit Han Lue and get away with it is me.” Han looked up at you and his eyes lit up for a moment until he saw the look in your eyes. “Baby, I—" "Don't talk, you are in as much trouble as they are." You said while pointing the gun at the man who punched him previously. The man seemed to realize he was in fact now in a fight, charging at you. But before he could get closer, you shot him in the leg.
After Twinkie and Sean took care of the rest, you went to Han so you could untie him. “You are mad, and I have a feeling I'm the culprit.” “No shit, Sherlock," you said while getting him out of that chair and helping him out of the building while he groans in pain. The moment he was free you gripped his face so he was looking directly at you. “If you ever do something stupid like that, you are as good as dead. You hear?” He wasn't about to admit what that did to him; it isn't the time. "Yes, ma’am.”
After getting out of there, you get in Han’s car with him in the passenger seat so you can get back home. Sean and Twinkie left together, as they clearly didn't want to be in the middle of whatever was happening. The ride was tense, you were fuming, but you were also worried for him, and the faster you got to your apartment, the better.
Getting Han into the apartment was a challenge in itself. He was really beaten up, and moving seemed painful. You were thankful that because of the hour none of your neighbors were up so nobody saw you get into the elevator with a beat-up man. As the elevator closes its doors, Han turns slightly to have you closer and whispers near your ear, "Please don't hate me.” You could hear the pain in his voice. “I don’t hate you, I just hate when you are an idiot.” He huffed a little, and when he was about to tell you something, the elevator doors opened.
You sat him in a chair as you got the first aid kit. As you helped him get his shirt off so you could get to the wounds on his chest, he started to apologize in between groans of pain. “If you are so sorry, why did you lie? I was left here to guess if you were half dead in a random place or worse, cheating on me." He chuckled. “Is me cheating on you worse than dying?" “Not the point, besides, you never hid this from me. I was worried.”
After tending to his wounds, you stared at him, deciding if you were still mad. Almost as if reading your mind, he leaned in to kiss you. “Does this work as an apology?” You kissed him lightly again before sitting up and flicking his forehead. “Bearly.”
