Edible or not?

Edible or not?

The apartment door clicked open slowly and entered a very tired-looking, groaning Jana with a bunch of bags in his hands. Leaving his muddy shoes by the door, he sluggishly walked inside the studio apartment as he subconsciously looked for the other male he shared the place with. Mickey wasn't in sight but by the sound of small clattering, it seemed that he was in the small kitchenette and was probably busy doing something.

Cooking maybe......

Jana groaned again as he tossed his bike keys on the small rug in front of the floor couch before dropping his weight on the soft surface as well. The apartment was never the same after Jana practically lived with Mickey, the man had added a few very useful items in his new house even after Mickey told him not to.

But Jana was stubborn and that stubbornness had only caused an addition of two new futons, a second-hand floor couch and a bunch of kitchen stuff and gadgets.

Sighing tiredly, he looked for the table clock on the single side table and sighed when it read half past twelve at night.

It was late.....he was late again.

It has become a daily routine for him now to return home late at night when the whole world is cosy under the covers and then leave early in the morning before not even a bird is up.

Well......who was responsible for such a harsh pattern of life one may wonder........

The answer is pretty clear.

Since Mago's visit at the sight and the upgrade of his brother's status from a labour to an underboss, the boy has been on Jana's ass literally. Unusual for many, the latter was appointed under the direct supervision of the Mafia queen which proved to be the biggest regret for Jana and the biggest opportunity for Mago in their whole life.

Mago was never to slow down and leave everything to fate...... or forgive the ones who had done him wrong when comes to avenging himself. The boy was pretty straightforward and had come a long way holding grudges in the hope of getting equal someday.

And equal he will get.

So after seeing Jana at the port, the boy had already planned a notorious set of actions he was going for only to rile up and make Jana regret his life forever.

The time Mago visited the sight, he had made Jana do various non-sense duties and tasks, mostly unrelated to his actual job, that fuelled older's anger to another level and had giggled like a brat when Jana suppressed curses he could throw at him while side-eyeing a dangerously glaring Lucca.

And the times he wasn't physically present, Mago called Jana practically every hour for a long list of work he wished to be fulfilled and delivered frequent other orders to be performed and reported back to the tiny majesty between given time.

There wasn't a single minute that Mago had left for Jana to breathe in peace, his lunch breaks and other small relaxing times were ruined to pieces. Of course, the older was clever enough to ditch his work for a few minutes without anyone noticing but then his phone would chime with notifications that read 'GET BACK TO WORK SILLY PIG' which made Jana wonder if someone was keeping an eye on him for the majesty.

He wouldn't know.....but there were plenty for the specific job.

"Argh!.....my back is killing me" Jana cursed under his breath as he stretched along the backrest of the soft couch. He rubbed at his temples waiting for the other to show up with his beautiful face, clucking at him like daily, but when that didn't happen, Jana decided to call for the younger.

"Mickey I am home......." Jana announced ".....I bought beer for tonight and Cheerios for breakfast tomorrow......uh....strawberry flavour" he finished as he leaned a little to peak at the kitchen for the younger.

No answer

"you alive babe?..." Jana asked curiously when he got a glimpse of the younger fussing around the counter.

"shut up......" Mickey complained from the kitchen, he kept stirring the pot of some greenish brown concoction as he heard a little chuckle from the older sprawled across the floor couch.

"why the fuck are you mad at me....what did I do?" Jana asked whiningly, stretching his aching muscles and earning a crack from his back.

Mickey, on the other hand, snickered secretly as he reminisced the bratty giggles he had shared earlier with his devil of a soulmate. The boy was aware of everything that Jana was going through, all his struggles and hard times, hell he even added a few of his own ideas to the bowl of devil's plan just so he could see Jana helpless and fully drained.

But at the same time, he was also aware of the efforts Jana was putting up to make himself accepted and forgiven. After deciding to share a living with Mickey and not budging even after Mickey practically kicked his ass, Jana had contributed to everything equally in that small household. From grocery lists to bills and from filling small furniture in the house to washing dishes, Jana had surpassed every task with flying colours.

But that's not enough...

The mission to mortify Jana started perfectly to both the brothers' satisfaction.....but that was only the beginning.

Christopher Jana was in for a long ride.

"Who do you think I am huh?.....a fucking servant or something to come home to?" Mickey grumbled purposefully while waving a spatula in his hand as he stepped into the living-plus-bedroom area, he deliberately chose a rude tone while ignoring the tired self of the older on the floor.

Jana chuckled in response.

"I would prefer a cute little, feisty wifey but ......." The older flirted with a smirk but that overconfidence faltered soon when Mickey passed an unamused glare making Jana roll his eyes.

"I am sorry Mickey.....but that is all Mago's doing," Jana stated while pushing the shopping bags towards Mickey. "I swear I will strangle that little shit in his sleep someday" he continued trying to keep the threat under his breath but Mickey heard it loud and clear.

"you threatening my baby in front of me?" Mickey challenged with a raised brow and Jana huffed annoyed. Mago and Mickey were two pieces of the same puzzle, you can't get away after saying something inappropriate to any of them and that fact was rooted in Jana's brain from their childhood.

"your baby is a dick, you know that?" he smiled, pulling his lips into a tight line to convey his agitation as he breathed through his nose. Mickey scoffed in response but snickered inside his mind.

"I know but you deserve what he is fucking doing to you......." Mickey countered with an attitude. Jana opened his mouth to protest but halted mid-action when Mickey raised his hand in finality.

"...don't you dare fucking deny it" he dared with a serious yet playful tone and Jana hunched his shoulder in submission.

"I fucking know. But......forget it" he said dismissively, but then he raised his eyes to Mickey and instantly caught his attention.

"all aside Mickey......shouldn't you be siding with me against that devil? I mean, I am your man.....don't I deserve some kind of love and care from you" Jana said pretending to be hurt but couldn't help but skip a smirk at the end of his sentence making Mickey to roll his eyes.

"fuck off Jana" the younger said turning away from the older and then making a beeline to the kitchen.

"at least, give me something to eat. I am fucking starved" Jana laughed at Mickey's back as he stood up to follow the younger.

"of course, I made something out of the leftovers, almost expired food...... since we are out of basic groceries." the younger informed placing the hot pot on the countertop.

"come on, I am serving now" he added setting ceramic bowls beside the pot carefully.

"is it even edible?......will I die after I eat this" Jana questioned looking at the steamy food inside the pot.

It wasn't appealing to the eyes but didn't seem bad regarding the aroma wafting in the air.

"well.... If you lived to see another day, then congratulations but if not then I am fucking sorry..." Mickey gripped back as he started to fill the bowls with the aromatic but strange-looking food.

And Jana smiled.....

..............

"you fucking lied to me, you bastard!!!" Kwazi seethed in anger as he charged with full force towards Kangsu, wanting to deliver a well-deserved punch to that ignorant face. But to his bad luck, the man met Mr Chris in between, who had shoved him away by pushing at his chest in order to avoid any fight that might occur.

The act didn't stop Kwazi though, he in return pushed at Mr Chris sending him back and stumbling for balance while he spat on the ground in anger, right in front of Kangsu's feet.

"What is your problem?" Kangsu asked his first question with the most bored expression after the obnoxious outburst of Kwazi ended. The latter had called Mr Chris earlier and had asked for an urgent meet-up, he panted over the phone as he cursed fluently which was delivered to Kangsu with a little bit of spice.

Therefore, the meet-up was arranged in a short span and in an abandoned building on a dark, rainy night with Kangsu and Mr Chris sharing a single truck and Kwazi riding his bike to the spot.

And the second they met, Kwazi was at Kangsu's throat.

"my problem is that you lied to me, you didn't tell me who those people were......you basically hid everything from me" Kwazi accused the old pumpkin as he glared daggers at him but to his little surprise that could only produce a small little scoff from Kangsu.

The ex-leader snorted mockingly as he shared an amused almost ridiculed look with Mr Chris who in return rolled his eyes. Of course, he didn't have the guts to pull any brave shit or the stunt he expected others to master but still, laughing at others was the best feeling for Kangsu.

The old man leisurely moved around the spit on the ground and then came face to face with a heavily panting, angry Kwazi.

And they glared at each other for a few seconds until....

"just say you couldn't manage the job and get lost" Kangsu gritted his teeth as he stated humiliating the criminal. Kwazi, on the other hand, took it seriously and balled his fist in order to calm his nerves before something unimaginable occurred by his hands.

He wouldn't want to kill Kangsu......would he?

"I would have managed just fine if you hadn't had lied and kept things to yourself" he countered back, trying to prove his point but that didn't help when Kangsu waved a dismissive hand in the air, not taking anything the other said as important and moved away from Kwazi.

Yes, He would....

"oh don't fucking come after me you shitty little boy and shut up your pretty mouth...." Kangsu retorted in rage but still kept his distance in case a young punch made it to his face suddenly.

"I hired you because you were excellent in your work......but look at you, can't even manage to take a small child-like boy?" the old man almost yelled as he glared.

"fucking coward..." he added fuelling Kwazi's anger up.

"don't you fucking dare Kangsu" Kwazi shouted back as he reached for Kangsu's collar and pulled him to glare in his face.

"And why not?......what did you fucking expect the boy to be? What thoughts did you have when I assigned you the task with the amount you fucking named? Huh?" Kangsu roared pulling his collar away from the other man's taut grip roughly.

"anything but this, anything but king's fucking boyfriend" Kwazi blurted out, his voice turning miserable at the end.

Oh well.....

"Your bad......" the old pumpkin teased with fake concern which made Mr Chris to want to smack Kangsu in his high head and Kwazi to grit his teeth helplessly.

"the assignment isn't successful, so no money for you Kwazi" dusting his hands along his sides, Kangsu said carelessly. The attitude and behaviour he portrayed twisted something evil in Kwazi's head, he closed his fists tightly and straightened his back with determination in his eyes.

Mr Chris noticed the sudden change but the dump old truck kept checking his nails like a diva.

"I don't fucking need your money Kangsu. That freaking Crime lord has seen my fucking face, he has seen me talking with his boyfriend. I am as good as dead already" he tried to prove his point the last time but seeing no effect, the man only inhaled deeply.

"well...that's your problem now isn't it?" Kangsu said with a raise of a challenging brow making Kwazi to nod his head slightly. But deep down he was thinking, thinking about something sinister and that slight shift wasn't unnoticed by Mr Chris.

"See you around then Kangsu......and remember, you have to pay back one way or the other" Kwazi stated as he spun on his heels to exit the abandoned building and for his parked bike without waiting to hear any reply.

Just as he was out of reach from both Mr Chris and Kangsu, Mr Chris neared his friend quickly.

"what the fuck did you do?" Mr Chris hissed with un-amusement as he kept his eyes fixed on Kwazi's back. The man was stumbling towards his parked vehicle but with each step, he was instilling new fear in Mr Chris's mind.

"what did I do?.....he fucking ruined my plan" Kangsu shrugged defending himself as if he had made a master plan that nobody can rival. Mr Chris wanted to put some sense into his friend's dumpster mind but halted when he saw Kangsu swiftly pulling out a small pistol from his coat pocket.

The old man then proceeded to spin the handle in his hand expertly, twirling the lethal gun, before checking out the weapon dearly.

"Forget about your plan.......he will out us to king now that you have triggered him" Mr Chris shined the light over the main concern with his eyes stuck to the metal gun but soon his excited and panicked voice faltered when Kangsu smirked out of the blue.

Not a good sign....he knew that

"no, he won't Chris......." Kangsu said firmly "What do you take me for huh?......." he added looking all smug and smirky as he raised his gaze towards the purple-jacketed man who was now climbing his vehicle and was ready to start.

"I don't leave loose ends my dear friend.........not anymore" he threw a dialogue at Mr Chris and quickly left the building after Kwazi, with his gun drawn for potential murder and eyes dilated with purpose.

Leaving Mr Chris shocked and bewildered altogether.............

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