@tcggery ♥ ‘d for a starter !!
Ebony wasn’t one for house calls, but Ebony was one for exceptions. And exceptions were made when it came to certain syndicates of the mafia. In this case, it was because of her earlier liking to their leader, now deceased, the word hangs heavy off her shoulders. When it came to selling her weapons to the underworld, she let her own men do that for her, but things had been different with Namjoon and his boys. She barely saw head nor tail of the other men, but the leader himself had always left her with a pleasant exchange. So it’s tradition at that point to find herself standing across another member of their gang. One she hadn’t seen. But that was typical, she hadn’t seen most of them. She’d been quick to explain how the trade would work over the phone. She had given him a location to meet her, a small abandoned warehouse she had taken up as her own. In it, nothing but a few desks with files she wanted to keep outside of her corporation, and a long table down the middle. The inside was clearly newly renovated, yet still barren.
On the table she laid out a case containing all the weapons they had ordered from her. Each one hand crafted to their liking. She never pried about whether they would use them or sell them. Her job was to make it and bring it. With a palm over the case, she points at a spot on the table to her right. “ Please put the money there, ” Ebony had always been business before pleasantries. She had yet to introduce herself, although the warm words sat ready on her tongue. She would make sure their trade happened successfully, she was never one for an unhappy customer.
he wouldn’t usually meddle like this. seokjin had very clear boundaries when it came to work ---- professionally speaking he didn’t interfere when it wasn’t his place.
but sharing his bed with another man (namely their previous leader) and going beyond that, provided him with insight on other’s work. he’d just never bothered to pick up anything else other than what he was best at: pleasuring others. now wasn’t the exception, though he found himself curious.
after abandoning his post for months and his recent return, seokjin wasn’t willing to miss a step around his brothers. he threaded around them carefully, if only because he was aware he’d been in the wrong for taking away without notice or trace, not offering more than they were willing to receive. but at the mention of the current trade, seokjin offered himself up to conclude it ---- it wasn’t his area, nor his interest but his members had other affairs.
and he was free. and curious.
this was a client namjoon never complained about. and he always complained about people. so what where they like? so far, he could see the reason. there wasn’t any unnecessary chat or socialization. it was all business and his deceased lover thrived in such environments.
quietly, albeit with eyes that absorbed everything about the woman on the other side of the table, seokjin conducted as instructed, placing on the money on the signaled point. he had yet to introduce himself as was she, though he didn’t actually care for such formalities in the time being.
now what? his face spoke the words for him, not finding it necessary to voice them out loud when such expression was clear to read on him.
