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28 October 2016 @ 06:07 pm
[FIC] Burner: Part Seven  

Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. The Korean Syndicate is under heat from the American company's invasion, and Jaejoong has his hands full, with protecting his people, and trying to control Yunho, the man that cannot be controlled.


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PART SEVEN
~Pretense~




His second morning as a member of the Syndicate was more normal that he expected it to be. He woke up, legs sore from the running Yunho had forced upon him, groaning at the time and the dim lights that came on as he shifted. Teeth brushed and robe tied across his waist, Changmin made it to the kitchen, where Junsu already sat, drinking coffee, and Jungkook, the younger boy who wasn’t much for conversation, was still half asleep, standing by the Keurig machine.

It was like an ordinary work day. Except with more people. And guns.

“Are you like the computer tech guy for the Syndicate?” asked Changmin, sniffing at the cold and rubbing his feet together. Jungkook looked over at them as he spoke.

“You could say that,” replied Junsu. “How was your training with Yunho?” Junsu had a smirk on his mouth, like he had had when Changmin requested to train with someone he knew. The only person that he knew from one measly interaction. And he understood why, after yesterday.

“He’s brutal,” he muttered. “Made me run for an entire hour. Then sit-ups, push ups, squats. I don’t know how the hell he does it.”

“Really? He didn’t kick the shit out of you? That’s new.”

Jungkook placed a mug in front of him. He went to sit by the couch, black hair messy from sleep. He was wearing a thin white vest and slacks, and like Changmin he had only shuffled out of bed, searching for heat and coffee. He was about to say thank you when Junsu spoke.

“Jae.”

Kim Jaejoong was a man that Changmin had yet to comprehend. Under his eyes were dark, face gaunt from lack of sleep and food. He was dressed in a soft red robe, stopping above his knees and pale legs finished in bedroom slippers. He looked both soft and hard, and he saw Jungkook watching him too.

Junsu said his name with softness. Without title. Changmin himself wasn’t sure how he was supposed to refer to him. He was the leader of Korea’s largest criminal organization, and he was in his apartment, drinking his coffee, and watching him walk around in a robe and bedroom slippers.

“I’m craving shitty ramen,” said Jaejoong, rubbing his eyes. He walked in strides, like a man that knew he was of power, of grandeur. Even like this, soft, vulnerable, probably only a robe separating skin from the environs, there was something in his aura, the way he carried himself, that told of his position.

“We have shitty ramen. I bought some packs and the container ones last week. It’s in the cupboard above the countertop.”

Junsu and Jaejoong were very…domestic. Junsu really had been the leader’s lover. Changmin watched as Jaejoong moved behind Junsu, towards the cupboards. But there weren’t any touches, or stares. There was familiarity, closeness. Probably close friends? Close enough that he was staying in their leader’s personal level just for saving Junsu.

“Do you have a question?”

Jaejoong had spoken, fingers tearing open the top of the ramen container. The kettle was on, and Changmin was watching the little orange light.

Jaejoong was…shit. Staring right at him.

“Me?”

His gaze was too heavy. Changmin shifted his body away from Jaejoong, realizing how close he was sitting to the other man.

“I was wondering what you two were, you and Junsu. He was laughing at being called your lover, so…yeah. Was just wondering, you know.” Changmin swallowed. Telling the truth always worked out better than lying. Most times. And with Jaejoong staring at him like that, he would have told him anything.

“We’re cousins,” Junsu replied. “Blood. Can’t help that I’m related him.” Junsu grinned over at Jaejoong, and handed over his cup. “Make me some tea, since you’re standing.”

Changmin was aware that he was holding his breath. Was Junsu the only person that could talk to Jaejoong like this? Cousins. Of course it made sense now. He was family. Even in those mafia shows, the big boss always valued family, no matter how morally screwed they were.

Jaejoong placed chopsticks over the lid, trapping the boiling water and rising steam. He carried the ramen container over to the couch, where Jungkook sat, nursing his giant mug of black coffee.

“How do you like it so far?”

“Okay,” said Jungkook shortly. “Just shooting practice. Looked around this big ass building.”

“I’m considering giving you a job. Two jobs actually. The second job is optional.”

Junsu stopped typing, and paid attention to Jaejoong.

“You can work in the café the Syndicate owns. Waiter. Barista. Whatever they need help with, until I send you out on a job. You’ll keep training on mornings, and you’ll earn your keep, like you want to. The second job, is an offer. You’ll have to speak to Yunho about it.”

“About what?”

“Night fighting. Street fighting,” Jaejoong elaborated. “You like to fight, don’t you? Feel good when you break someone’s nose. Like flesh on your knuckles. I know you do. And it’s good money, as long you win your fights.”

Jungkook was quiet for a long time. Jaejoong opened his ramen container, blew at the steam, and began to eat.

“I’ll think about it,” Jungkook answered. His hand was in pocket. “But…thank you. For taking me in, offering me a job. I appreciate it.”



*




Ramen always made him feel bloated.

Jaejoong smoothed his dress shirt across his belly as he walked through the hallway, members bowing as he passed. The ground floor of the syndicate building was a reception area mixed with oddities, and Jaejoong particularly liked the way it was designed, with ostentatiously bright lights and high arched ceiling in gold coating.

Yoochun liked the office there, and it was where Jaejoong found him, sitting on the table smoking up a storm. He almost didn’t see Yunho. But there was smoke coming from the couch, heady cigarette smoke of memories and old habits. He was lounging on the leather couch, one leg stretched, the other bent. His head rested back as he smoked.

“Junsu just sent me the file,” said Yoochun. “It finished running after you messaged me.”

“What did he find?” Jaejoong folded his arms, standing in the middle of the office. Yunho’s gaze was lazy, sweeping along the length of his body, the leather pants he had spent a small fortune on.

“He was unable to recover the next piece of it where it snipped off at the end. But the missing part, somewhere along before the truck made the turnoff, they stopped off at a small restaurant. Stayed in there for five minutes – exactly five minutes – and then came back out with a couple bowls of soup and started driving again.”

“Did they unload anything when they stopped?”

“Not that I could see. I already sent men to scope out the area. Junsu’s pulling up background info on the restaurant and the current owners. I’ll head down there and check it out myself in a few.” Yoochun held his cigarette like it was an answer.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, puff of smoke tainting the cold in his room. “They gave us Creever that day, when we were at that warehouse in Daegu. They knew we were coming. Packed up shop. Creever and his men went to oversee the transfer for things to go smoothly. What if they want us to know that they’re creating microchips? What if it's a lie? Lead us down one path so we don’t follow the correct one. There are too many possibilities for us to be sure.”

Yunho fixed his legs, sitting up. “It’s something more.”

“I know.” Jaejoong fitted next to Yoochun, on the edge of the table. “But we have possibilities. And we have Creever. I’ll pay him another visit today and then dispose of him. Dump his body right up the Am.Co.s assholes so they can find him.”

“I love it when you talk like that.” Yoochun’s leer was coupled with laughter, the deep sort of laughter that made others wont to laugh. But he didn’t. He nearly reached for Yoochun as he walked by, for him to stay in the room so he wouldn’t have to be with Yunho alone.

“Coffee,” said Yoochun. He never did anything else but drink coffee and smoke. Jaejoong would force him to go for a check up this month. His habits were too unhealthy for one of his most valued.

Yunho’s cigarette was half-way gone. The smell of weed was there, lingering underneath nicotine and tar. They must have smoked a joint or two before he came in.

There was a time when it wasn’t like this. When it was easier to just call Yunho as his right hand man, best fighter, best killer. Junsu was just as much of his right hand man as Yunho, even Yoochun. But Junsu could never be in the frontlines, and it still riled him that someone knew. Yoochun was too much of a lazy fuck to be the face of fear.

And neither liked killing as much as Yunho did.

Yunho finished his cigarette. “So what’s there to do today?” he asked lazily. Yoochun and Yunho spent too much time together.

“Besides paying Creever a visit? I want you to look into something for me.” Yunho paid him attention by looking right at him.  “Four bodies were found two days ago. Throats slit. And one of the bodies is one of our men. Junsu found the police report for me this morning. He should have already sent it to your phone.”

Yunho’s phone was on top of Yoochun’s small table, nestled near the couch arm. Yunho would have already seen it.

“He was undercover in one of the small businesses run by Am.Co. According to the coroner’s report, he and the three foreigners were killed around the same time, with the same knife. One man did it. From the straight angle of the cut he was around their height. Not many bruise marks on the bodies. He’s quick. We’re dealing with an experienced killer that took out Am.Co. men. And I know it wasn’t you.”

“And the traitor? The one that sold out Junsu’s face to the Americans?”

Jaejoong couldn’t answer him. He didn’t know for sure if the traitor had a link to this, if he was the one that murdered Am.Co. men. There was someone else out there that was against the Americans, someone that wasn’t him. And they had killed one of his men in the process.

Could it be a killer sent by Yama-dono?

“If I find the traitor, what will you give me?” Yunho’s ability to look bored with every word he spoke irritated him enough to stand. But he didn’t. He had more control than that.

He wanted to ask if he could. But it was Yunho. If there was someone he could trust to do anything, it was him. If Yunho said he would find the traitor, he would.

If he wanted to.

It always came down to that – what Yunho wanted. Jaejoong could ask many things of him, order him to go on jobs and missions. But if Yunho didn’t want to do it, he wouldn’t.

“What do you want, Yunho?” Jaejoong asked. Leverage. It was the only way to deal with Yunho. Leverage. It was how he dealt with him every time. Even if the bargains sometimes – most times – involved giving away pieces of himself.

“Join me on the couch Leader-sshi.”

Jaejoong walked to Yunho’s sprawled legs, not knowing where to sit. Yunho took up all of the couch, and he watched him, that bored look that Jaejoong remembered always being there. Bored of other humans. Of the world.

Jaejoong straddled on top of Yunho’s thighs, lying back until his head was against his shoulder, two grown men on Yoochun’s exuberantly large office couch. Yunho’s body was warm. It was his clothes too, the material. But Yunho himself was warmth, his skin, the smell of ash and nicotine and his signature perfume. Jaejoong didn’t have much for comfort these days. Besides Junsu’s soft looks and petting words, and Yoochun’s unannounced barging into his office to see if he was still living, there was little physical contact.

Laying this close to Yunho reminded him of how tired he was. About how good being so close to another human felt. The last time had been just a few days ago, when Yunho took his reward for capturing Creever. Yunho’s fingers were nothing but ghost touches on his skin, little lines of possession that he liked to leave when they fucked. He had teeth marks that were still fading on his throat, and Jaejoong liked them, the look of dark purple and red on his pale skin.

“You haven’t asked me to train the other kid.”

Jaejoong’s eyes were closed. Yunho’s arm was around his side, the side that was nearest to the floor.

“I’m sending him to work with Taehyung. I’m going there today, with Jungkook. And I’m planning to leave him with you.”

Underground fighting. It was Yunho’s turf, his domain. The underground fighting ring was where Yunho dominated. He owned the large scale fighting arenas, street fights glorified by bloodied men and loose money. It was where Yunho worked his magic into sanity and business. The traits passed on to him by his father were still there.

“How is the Jung Industries going?”

“Interested in how I run my company?”

“No.”

Yunho still managed the multi-million corporation. The money he amassed from missions, killings, fighting arenas, it was meaningless. Yunho had never wanted for money. He grew up on an enormous silver platter, spoon fed necessities and wants unlike himself.

“Mother’s controlling the board of directors.”

Yunho loved his mother. Jaejoong knew from the way he spoke, the little drop in his voice. It was admissible, for anyone else but him. For any other man, family would have been weakness. Four years ago, someone had managed to kidnap Yunho’s mother on her way to a spa appointment, car found parked on the outskirts of a cemetery.

Jaejoong had read the report from Yoochun’s email, three men, decapitated, broken knees and elbows. Yunho’s mother was left alone after that incident.

“Come with me to Low Hearts.”

Yoochun was taking too long to come back with coffee. He was a bastard.

Yunho’s chin rubbed against his cheek. It was so affectionate, normal, and it brought out a warmth in his chest, hyperaware of the way Yunho’s hand was on his belly, fingertips pressing there.

He could fuck other men. He could fuck anyone. But Yunho had long spoiled him with his roughness, a sort of primal, unhinged pattern, too many emotions from an emotionless man. Yunho’s rewards were him. Their leader. His body. And Jaejoong used Yunho just as much as Yunho used him.

“Today’s Salted Caramel.” Yunho was talking to himself.

“You and Junsu are both disgusting. Salted caramel,” Jaejoong muttered. Yunho laughed, and Jaejoong closed his eyes to the sound of it. Yoochun was back, coffee permeating into the office. He heard him sit on the table, the ruffle of papers and pens shifted.

“Junsu’s heading in for class. He said to tell you not to worry about him.”

“I’ve already stationed men outside his university.”

“He’ll know.”

“He knows I don’t care about how he feels on this matter. Until I find the traitor, I rather him be safe than fucking happy about having bodyguards.”

Jaejoong moved Yunho’s hand, surprised by how easy it was to do so. He sat up, weight on top of his thighs. Yoochun was on his smart phone, checking through his schedule and the inbox of information.

“Report to me this evening,” he said, sliding off Yunho’s thighs as he drew up his legs. Yunho yawned, slapping his hand on the table next to the couch for his phone and pack of smokes.




*




Jungkook had sent the car window down as soon as Changmin took off. Jaejoong and Yunho were seated in the back, a narrow space between them. When Jaejoong had returned to the living room, he had thrown the keys to the white Bentley Coupe to Changmin, and told them both to follow him.

Jaejoong and Yunho were an odd pair. Body language told him that they were fucking, but he couldn’t tell whether there were feelings involved. Yunho was someone big in the Syndicate, from his presence alone and the way his instincts reacted to being in close proximity to him. He should ask Jaejoong. Or computer tech guy. It was good to learn who was who.

Changmin had orders to drive to a café, one, Jungkook remembered walking past, back when he was job hunting. Assessing and remembering the surrounding buildings and streets was a practiced habit that became inherent for him to do.

He wriggled his numb fingers on his lap. Maybe shooting a gun would be like that too for him, if he forced himself to practice enough. It was only this morning when he was drinking his coffee that he felt it, his fingers cramping up around the mug handle.

Changmin parked a ways from the café. Jaejoong was warmly clothed, silent and regal as he walked the pavement next to Yunho. Jungkook and Changmin kept a few steps behind them.

“This is fucking unreal,” Changmin muttered to himself, holding the door open as Jungkook walked in. The café was small, air conditioned, sweet smelling overpowering the scent of coffee. It was modernly furnished, flashy. It wasn’t Jungkook’s style, but there was air-conditioning.

“Leader!” The customers that were seated stood sharply. Jaejoong looked at them, and it was in moments like these that Jungkook could believe he was the Syndicate head. The men immediately sat, cowered.

“Morning,” said Changmin, as they walked past the line of customers waiting to order. Yunho sat first, legs crossed, fingers tucked into the inside pocket of his long coat. Jungkook ended up sitting across Jaejoong, staring back at the cold eyes.

“Order what you like,” said Jaejoong, shifting the laminated menus towards them. “Taehyung puts out cakes in front, so you can check there too.”

“He’s...very eccentric,” Changmin commented, taking one of the menus to look through it.

“You’ve met him?”

“Yesterday, when I met up with Yunho,” he answered.

Jaejoong nodded.

Jungkook just wanted another cup of black coffee. Being rich meant quality shit, because the coffee back at Jaejoong’s place was some of the best shit he had ever tasted, the best shit. The black coffee he was accustomed to was piss water compared to it.

A young man came to their table, brown dyed hair, skinny, with a smile that matched the furnishings and lighting.

“Leader. I’m so glad you’re here!” He leaned closer. Eccentric. Not afraid of Jaejoong, or Yunho. Probably the Taehyung person Jaejoong had mentioned. “What would you like to order?”

Jaejoong looked across at them. Changmin was already rattling away. “Mocha. Lots of whipped cream. And a turkey wrap with extra mustard and mayo. And one the chocolate cream things I saw in the front. To the left.”

“Black coffee. And a salmon Panini.” Taehyung stared at him.

“I’ve never seen you before,” he said. “You’re a kid.” He leaned close, and Jungkook’s lip curled.

“Taehyung,” spoke Jaejoong, and the café owner straightened. “Coffee.”

“Waffles,” said Yunho, tapping at the bottom of his cigarette box to pull out a smoke. There was a sign on the post flanking the glass panes: ‘No smoking’.

“Okay,” Taehyung chirped. “What’s your name? I don’t like not knowing who comes into my café.” Taehyung was still smiling, looking down at Jungkook. They were probably around the same height. Taehyung was skinnier. And he had called him a fucking kid.

Jungkook didn’t answer.

“His name is Jungkook,” Jaejoong responded, and Taehyung’s attention turned to him. “He’ll be coming to work here, starting today.”

“Nice to meet you Jungkook. I hope you’ll enjoy working here.” Taehyung bowed before leaving. He walked with little skips in his steps.

“Is he like a thug too?” Changmin asked in disbelief. “Maybe I’ve seen too many dramas but gangsters and thugs don’t look anything like that. Or…you,” he said, to Jaejoong. “Yunho he…he definitely looks like he’d kill someone.”

The other new guy didn’t have much of a filter. But he was likeable. For a common person to enter a situation such as his current predicament, he was handling it unusually well.

“Taehyung’s a professional sniper.”

Professional sniper. So the eccentric guy not much older than himself was a professional sniper. Jungkook had never even held a gun until yesterday.

Changmin sat with his mouth open. “No.” He pressed his fingers to his forehead. “You guys need to give me a break. My brain can’t keep up with all…this.”

Yunho tapped his cigarette into the ashtray.

“Who did you call yesterday?”

 Changmin froze. His face became white. “W-what?”

“Who did you call yesterday on the pay phone? I saw you.”

Changmin’s eyes closed. “Shit. I’m sorry I just – shit. I know I wasn’t supposed to contact anyone but I called my friend. Told him I had to go away for a bit.”

“Min Yoongi? Street name ‘Suga’.” Changmin was dumbfounded as Jaejoong spoke. “He’s the street racer that taught you how to drive, along with what your father taught you.”

Changmin closed his eyes again, bowing his head. “Of course you know. Look I know it was dumb, and I may not know much about how to function like you guys do, but it was a payphone, and he’s my friend. I’m not going to just disappear on him.”

“They already know that you’re with us,” said Jajeoong. “Ensure that it does not happen again.”

“Yeah.”

*



Yunho had smoked against the door to the backroom while Jaejoong and Taehyung spoke. It was some months since Taehyung was in the field. He was probably their best sniper in terms of skill, young enough that his skill had yet to mature. By the time his cigarette burned out they were finished talking.

Jaejoong slipped his gloves on as they took the back entrance. Changmin was waiting for them in front of the café with the Bentley, engine running. Across the street, civilians were rushing to work, pavement filled with civil workers, students skipping school, business owners. A man in his thirties in a white t-shirt.

“I’ll stop by all the businesses today,” said Jaejoong, “As I’m out. I’d like for you to accompany me, Yunho.”

“That depends on how boring your business owners decide to be this morning.”

He was slowing down. Not by much, but among the other civilians, the rush of city mornings, it was visible.

“Get in the car Jaejoong.”

Yunho saw the gun. A listening device. The range was far enough to listen in on their conversation in front of the café. The man in the white t-shirt was aiming for Jaejoong. He pulled the trigger.

Jaejoong had seen him. He crouched behind the Bentley, bullet ricocheting off the glass wall of the café. Taehyung was fussy enough to install bulletproof windows for his gun-toting customers.

He started running into the street. The shooter steadied his aim. He saw Yunho. He cursed, gun lowered, slamming through the crowd as he took off. Yunho felt for his handgun, pushing away a well-dressed woman, darting to the side as he ran past the jewelry store.

The shooter turned his head, and continued plowing through the throng of people. There was corner up ahead. A black sedan was parked there. Yunho sped up. He yanked the shooter by the collar of his t-shirt, spinning him around. He drove his fist into his abdomen, the gun falling from his hand.

“Police,” he said smoothly, to the paralyzed civilians. The sedan was no longer there when he looked.

Changmin had brought the Bentley to him, the back door open with Jaejoong peering out.

“Pick up the gun,” he said, after Yunho pushed the shooter into the back seat.

He bent to pick up the gun. A girl in her twenties had her phone out, pointed at him. He went to her, fingers closing around the mobile phone and plucking it from her hand. “No pictures.” He watched her as he deleted the video she had begun filming, and the pictures she had taken of him. He surveyed the remaining few people that had stopped.

AmCo. had nothing to gain from this. Attacking Jaejoong during the busy morning hours, in an area this populated, it didn’t add up, even if Jaejoong rarely left the Syndicate headquarters in an open manner like today. Subduing the shooter had been too easy.

“They have people watching outside headquarters. Twenty-four hour surveillance.”

*


So this chapter is pretty shoddy. I’m trying to put together all the little pieces together. Jaejoong is not an unnecessarily brutal leader for a crime lord. Yunho is impulsive, and can kill easily without remorse, but he can portray normalcy and act normally. Yunho’s personality is actually childish, in that he does what he wants, and only what he wants.
I was thinking on who to put as Changmin’s friend, to act as a street racer and well, Suga came to mind so he’s been officially added. I’m trying to keep the main character pool small.

I hope this chapter wasn’t too boring. Thank you for reading!

 
 
 
shinchul303shinchul303 on October 29th, 2016 12:59 am (UTC)
I've missed this story very much.

Like the not-easy reading, where one actually has to think a bit to follow where the story's going.

As always, thank you — your creativity is appreciated.
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 29th, 2016 01:41 am (UTC)
I hope thats a good thing u..u i had problems writing this chapter.
Thank you for reading :)!!
shinchul303shinchul303 on November 20th, 2016 04:25 am (UTC)
Yunho saw the gun.

“Get in the car Jaejoong.”

Jaejoong had seen him. He crouched behind the Bentley, bullet ricocheting off the glass wall of the café. Taehyung was fussy enough to install bulletproof windows for his gun-toting customers.

Beautiful cinemagraphic sequence!

I love it the way you have Yunho addressing Jaejoong by name. If he were just an ordinary bodyguard, he would simply say (urgently) "Get in the car."
carissajaan30 on October 29th, 2016 05:47 am (UTC)
I might have to read this fic lol xD
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 31st, 2016 03:03 pm (UTC)
You should : D
hyunnybhyunnyb on October 29th, 2016 09:46 am (UTC)
Your chapters are never boring. The way you weave together the day through the perspectives of the various characters is so interesting. You throw out bits and pieces of the atmosphere, scenery, the characters appearances and motivations just enough to paint the broad picture while leaving out details that give the story so much intrigue and suspense. I feel like I'm watching a really good crime drama, on the edge of my seat for the next episode!
My absolute favorite part is this really complex relationship you've got going on with YunJae. I love that they are both incredibly dangerous, strong willed and powerful yet they have a vulnerability for each other. The line about them both using each other equally was one of my favorites.
I know you've been incredibly busy and I just want you to know how much I appreciate you taking time to update this story. It really has become one of the one's I most look forward to:)
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 31st, 2016 03:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for saying that 😶😶 i was really worried that this chapter might seem boring. a really good crime drama is definitely what im going for. Just without the good guys 😅
Yunjae relationship is very complex. It ll continue to become even more so.
Im so glad you re enjoying this 😊😚😊
Thank you for reading!!!
s'echapperschloupen on October 29th, 2016 01:16 pm (UTC)
Yunho is really 'normal' in this chapter. I used to think that he's some cold-blooded psycho. And Changmin has some balls huh? I can't believe he can just act like that towards the leader haha
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 31st, 2016 03:06 pm (UTC)
He is. But he can be normal. Especially because he s so accustom to jae n yoochun. Lmao min has much balls. But he s scared shitless too 😅😅
kattan69: Hotness overloadedkattan69 on October 29th, 2016 01:17 pm (UTC)
Wonder who is behind all this...mmm....
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 31st, 2016 03:07 pm (UTC)
I wonder too 😆 thanks for reading! 💖
jj_luver: pic#120119543jj_luver on October 29th, 2016 02:57 pm (UTC)
Aaaaaahh I missed this😍😍😍🔥
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on October 31st, 2016 03:18 pm (UTC)
😍😍😍 im glad you did ! 😊
Aiara Mesina GuintoAiara Mesina Guinto on October 29th, 2016 03:04 pm (UTC)
oh God i missed this story.... :D thank you for updating...still waiting for the time Changming found out who is Jaejae lovers is ( Yunho) hahhahahaha
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 2nd, 2016 11:44 am (UTC)
That;s true! Changmin doesn't know about Yunjae lmao.
snow_meowsnow_meow on October 30th, 2016 12:51 pm (UTC)
you left a teaser about Yunho in this chapter. So Yunho did not turn to a life of crime because of something that happen to his father's business. It seems like his own father has two kinds of business..the illegal and legal.

I still can figure out how Yunho change to what he is now.

Changmin like usual needs a filter.

Now it seems like there is a third party out there trying to get rid of Jaejoong. I cannot wait to see how this party fits in all that is happening.
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 2nd, 2016 11:45 am (UTC)
Changminnie really needs a filter before he gets himself killed. But he has immunity so Jae wouldn't kill him.

Ah Yunho's still running his father's business. He never left it. The reason why Yunho joined is pretty simple.

Thank you for reading~!!
東方神起kikite_dbsk5 on October 30th, 2016 03:02 pm (UTC)

Omg omg I love this fic, I missed it so much that I read the chapters again ToT 💕💕 I love yunjae relationship, is so hard to understand.
Thank you for the update!! This chapter was far from being boring.
Thanks for sharing.



Edited at 2016-10-30 03:02 pm (UTC)
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:03 am (UTC)
Im happy you love it😀😀 thank you for reading hun !!
ladyelhisaladyelhisa on October 30th, 2016 10:03 pm (UTC)

Yey! An update. This chap is quite warm! All these normalcy shows that they are humans too.  Thank you!

thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:00 am (UTC)
Thank you very much for reading! :)
Benghi Serifbenggy82 on October 31st, 2016 07:48 am (UTC)
I need to go back to re-reading the other chapters P.S. LOVED HOW SCARED CHANGMIN IS XD
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:01 am (UTC)
XD changmin should be scared :D thank you for reading! 😄
sunhineonusunhineonu on October 31st, 2016 08:34 am (UTC)
re reading this story again...
nice to see your update.
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:02 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading hunny! :)
tapzz: pic#122988925tapzz on November 1st, 2016 12:08 pm (UTC)
Ah I missed this fic!
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:02 am (UTC)
Im so glad you did 😊 thank you for reading!
bakaforever: jaejaebakaforever on November 2nd, 2016 07:25 am (UTC)
I LOOOVEEE this story sooo much. I'm a sucker for mafia!au and this one is totally serious with a lot of puzzles in between. I was waiting for some action as I was reading and you finally wrote it in the last scene. I really like it. Thank you for the update and I'll be waiting for the next one :)
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 3rd, 2016 11:45 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you're enjoying it!!!! And don't worry, the action will come. Only a few days have passed.
Thank you for reading~!! <3
Sheva E.: pic#113634063kpopxgirl on November 3rd, 2016 11:12 am (UTC)
The story is intriguing, it has been a while to find a story that can pique my interest. The idea is great and fresh, the plot seems awesome, not really complex but enough to make me process the story for a moment. 👍
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 3rd, 2016 11:43 am (UTC)
I'm glad you're enjoying it! :) Thank you for reading~!!
xyunnie on November 13th, 2016 03:35 am (UTC)
I just started reading and i am hooked! Its very different from all the yunjae fanfic i have read & i love it! In fact, i love all your works. Hope you update soon!
thetaintedblade: pic#109340972thetaintedblade on November 13th, 2016 04:00 am (UTC)
Im glad you re liking it!!! Thank you so much for reading!!! 😊😊
fikaputri: pic#121976133fikaputri on November 14th, 2016 12:06 pm (UTC)
It was a really amazing chapter I must say. The plot is flowing and really good characters. Although I want to see you write more often, but if you could deliver good chapter like this every time you update then I have no objection! :)
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 17th, 2016 07:19 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! :) I would love to work more on this fic but I'm trying to work on my book as I have time. u.u

Thank you for reading~!!

The next part is already posted :)

Edited at 2016-11-17 08:18 pm (UTC)
beya3xbeya3x on November 16th, 2016 01:12 pm (UTC)
OMG. I'M SO HAPPY. I've been waiting for this sicne the last update. I almost thought you had abandoned it and finding this was such a pleasant surprise.

Thank you so much! I don't think I've commented in any of the earlier chapters but I just want to say that I love all your characters. I love the plot and how that it's not just a romance flick but it also has a cool background to it. The portrayal of YJ's relationship here is also one of the most original I've seen!

Keep it up. :)
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 17th, 2016 07:23 pm (UTC)
Nope I havent abandoned this. I'm happy you're reading this! :) <3
I'm glad you like yunjae's relationship because I'm having fun writing it xD

The new part is up!!

Edited at 2016-11-17 08:17 pm (UTC)
jejungoppa: pic#121352640jejungoppa on November 17th, 2016 12:53 am (UTC)
OMG I missed this fic.

And I like the hint of normal yunho in this chapter which it makes curious about a lot of things regarding him and that makes me excited for the next chapters.

Amazing writing as always
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on November 17th, 2016 07:18 pm (UTC)
^_^ I'm so happy you're enjoying it!

Thank you for reading~ <3

The new chapter is up! :)

Edited at 2016-11-17 08:17 pm (UTC)
kiboushinjitsukiboushinjitsu on November 23rd, 2016 10:18 pm (UTC)
wohoo, we are getting somewhere with the mystery. someone finally went for Jaejoong. he must be pissed off.
vanilaz_w: pic#124750151vanilaz_w on February 8th, 2017 03:40 pm (UTC)
wow it seems like climax is approaching.

YunJae relationship is still so vague though. Hope we get to know more in future chapters.