imagine pt.2

mafia au
1597 words

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the trio returned to the safehouse under a heavy silence. jeno strode in first from the elevator first, his steps heavy and deliberate, jaw clenched so tightly that it seemed like he might snap if anyone so much as looked at him wrong.

you followed close behind, much more calm than jeno, while jisung trailed awkwardly, his head down, clearly feeling the weight of his mistakes.

the rest of the team was sprawled across the living room, the remnants of a card game scattered on the coffee table. conversations died instantly when jeno stormed past them without a word, heading straight for the training room and slamming the door behind him.

"what's his deal?" haechan asked, tossing his cards aside. "he looked like he was about to break someone in half."

you sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch and pulling out a clean rag to dab at the dried blood on your temple. "the deal went south. jisung got us made."

jisung flinched at the mention of his name, shrinking into himself as the rest of the team turned to him.

"classic rookie move," mark muttered, shaking his head. "you really pissed off jeno, huh?"

jisung looked up nervously. "i didn't mean to-"

"yeah, we know," haechan cut him off, smirking.

"but if i were you, i'd steer clear of jeno for a while. the guy was already on edge, but with y/n almost getting hurt?" he let out a low whistle. "you're lucky he didn't leave you behind. you should thank her, i know she wasn't gonna let him even though he wanted to."

you rolled her eyes. "he's harmless, he's not going to hurt you, jisung."

"harmless?! maybe to you y/n, but us, we're all free game." jaehyun chimed in, leaning back against the wall with a knowing look. "he's going to make sure the kid knows how bad he screwed up. he's not gonna let you forget."

jisung glanced nervously at the closed door where jeno had disappeared. "does he always take things this... personally?"

the entire team exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

"always," mark said, grinning. "especially when it comes to y/n."

"yeah, dude," haechan added, leaning forward. "you're new, so let me spell it out for you. she's his achilles' heel. you mess with her, even by accident, and jeno will come down on you like a freight train."

"it's not like that," you interrupted, glaring at the team. "he's just... protective."

"protective?" haechan snorted. "please! he's one bad day away from tattooing your name on his knuckles."

the team erupted into laughter again, but it faded quickly when the door to the training room swung open. jeno stepped out, shirtless and dripping with sweat, his knuckles red and raw from pummeling the punching bag. his sharp eyes scanned the room, and the room instantly quieted, the teasing dying on their tongues.

you stood, crossing your arms as you approached him. "done throwing your tantrum?"

jeno narrowed his eyes, his voice low and edged. "i wasn't throwing a tantrum."

"no?" you challenged. "because from where i'm standing, it looks like you're mad." your finger pointed to his sweat drenched shirt, his eyes following your finger, you two not a couple inches apart.

the squad collectively held their breath, their gazes darting between the two of you.

"i'm mad because you could've gotten killed," jeno said through gritted teeth. "and you're over here acting like it doesn't matter."