“Hyung,” Minho’s worried face floated into Onew’s sight as soon as he stepped out of the shower. “Kibum is missing…”
“Oh…” was all the leader could produce. He walked around the other, running a set of fingers through his hair to dry it out. “Maybe he’s at home?” It was obvious to everyone at the dorm that Key preferred his own brand-new apartment in the poshest section of Apgujeong. He liked it better than the company apartment–it allowed more room for him and his dogs. And he liked to brag about it by entertaining his friends there every week.
If he wasn’t there, he was probably elsewhere. It didn’t really matter. Key wasn’t a child, and Onew wasn’t a babysitter.
“No, I went there and he didn’t answer the door!” Minho fretted. The one most affected by their band member’s move because, according to him, it was a symbol of them growing apart; going their separate ways. Minho was too naive for his own good. “I’ve been calling him all day and he never answered! Look—” A number was picked off of speed-dial #2 (1 was probably reserved for Minho’s elder brother, he was just a sentimental fool like that) and, sure enough, after a single bell the call was declined.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you?” Onew raised a reasoning eyebrow, trying desperately to get out of this conversation.
Steve and Bucky seeing what people call gangsters today and talk about the Irish and Italian mafia when they were growing up and how they got some money during hard times for doing some runs for the mafia
“Huh.” Steve looks over to Bucky where he sits
curled up in a deep, cozy papasan chair.
“I don’t think we qualify anymore, Buck.”
Bucky hummed, cheeks
stuffed full of popcorn.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Sam leaned forward in his seat.
“You don’t qualify as what
anymore?” The anticipation on his face
Bucky shrugged. “’Snothin’.
Steve n’I just did odd jobs back in the day. Had to make ends meet, you know how it is.”
Clint narrowed his
eyes. “Wait. Waitwaitwait.
Odd jobs.” He looked at the
screen to the rolling credits of the movie they’d just watched and back to
Steve and Bucky. “Oh my God. Is that your way of saying you were Old-Timey
It was Steve’s turn to
shrug. “Not really. Sort of.
–I mean. Officially,
legally. Illegally. Yeah.”
“Oh my God.” Steve was pretty
sure Sam was going to have a heart attack.
“Why did I not know this?!”
Bucky wriggled around so
he could face Sam better. “It was
prohibition for us. People were still
drinkin’. Steve needed medicine and an
honest job didn’t pay as much as we needed.
So.” He shrugged.
“So I managed logistics
and Bucky did the literal heavy lifting.
Not really that big a deal.”
Clint was grinning a mile
wide. “This is so much better than I
could imagine. Steve, you had mob connections.”
“What?!” Sam squeaked.
Steve made a defenseless
gesture. “Families like that have long
memories. They know I’m alive.” He nodded towards the bar. “You think I buy my liquor?”
Bucky grinned. “You always did ingratiate yourself.” He
looked at Sam. “He was their best-selling supplier Brooklyn had. They owe him; he helped keep them in business long enough for for prohibition to end and for them to make real money.” Bucky held up his glass and let Dum-E cart it
over to the bar, smiling wickedly. “Another whiskey.”
she went from a characiture of Bored Shitty Teen Daughter to digging up her grandpas grave to use his portal gun to try and rescue him from space prison because she knows damn well he hasnt abandoned them and that he shouldnt be there
Jeongguk seems to be in such a good mood!! He must be really happy and relieved to be finally graduating and leave school and fully concentrate on his career now :’)
its a once in a lifetime thing
so I hope he enjoys his graduation with a big smile on his face and leaves that place with only good memories ;; ♡