“How the actual shit did you manage to confuse a briefcase of flower seeds for a one with TWO FUCKING COMPACT SEMI AUTOMATICS, A LAPTOP FILLED WITH ENCRYPTED FILES AND A SHITLOAD OF CASH.”
“And a couple dress shirts.” Jimin pointed out.
“NOT THE POINT, HYUNG.” Taehyung groaned. “Fuck, now whoever this belongs to is going to hunt us down and I’m going to fucking die because my prints are all over that laptop. That’s how it always happens. The innocent best friends always gets knocked off first. And it’s gonna be all your fault.”
Park Jimin is a florist of a small town off the coast of Busan. While coming back from Seoul, he meets a mysterious looking stranger that shares a boxcar with him. Before he can ask the stranger for his name, circumstance rips them apart; but fate or other meddling forces might just bring them back together...
aka a mafia au because why not
(tags will change [no major changes] as the fic progresses as to not spoil the majority of the plot)
- Part 1 of Raspberry Scones With A Pinch of Danger
Bookmarked by JDora
20 May 2019