Pour Up - Part 4
Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.
Pairing: Yixing x You
Note: Slight influence of The Godfather
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No. No no no.
Yixing blindly reaches for Sehun as the dull grief he had been feeling for the past several years spikes into acute, jagged fear. And fury. She can’t do this. She can’t just play with his life like this! She can come for Yixing, poison him, beat him, take a shot at his head all she wants – but if Y/N thinks she can lay a single finger on Sehun, on his little brother—
Yixing’s feet react faster than his brain and he’s weaving through the crowded room, trying not to run, trying to keep his face impassive, silently calculating how many fucking bullets he’ll put between her eyes – when a hand catches his arm and stops him.
“You’ve come home,” Suho says, dropping his hand when Yixing stares at it.
“No thanks to you,” he mutters and takes a step away. He needs to go, now, and the last person he wants to talk to is his father. He’s half-turned towards the door, but Suho continues with purposeful obliviousness to Yixing’s urgency.
“Please,” he scoffs. “There was no doubt in my mind that you were going to escape. I trained you myself, remember? I will always bet on you, Yixing.”
A blossom of warmth unfurls in his chest, but Yixing quickly tamps it down – because this is what Suho does. His words are sweet as honey but his actions are colder than a knife’s edge.
“This wasn’t a bet, Suho,” he rakes a hand through his hair, “you took a gamble on my life. What if you had lost?”
“Have I lost before?” This is a rhetorical question. Suho’s track record of victory is impeccable. “Anyway, I expect a thorough debriefing of the whole event. The Nightshade girl is playing with fire here, and I think it’s time we turn up the heat.”
Yixing’s eyes slide to Sehun happily chatting with his brothers, and he nods. On this matter, he agrees with his father – but he’s not about to come running back home because of it. “Okay,” he lies smoothly. “We’ll talk tonight, but I have to go now.”
“Where on earth could you possibly go when your entire world is right here?” Suho calls after his retreating figure, and he grits his teeth. Because Y/N has somehow managed to wedge her way into his world too, Suho just doesn’t know it yet.