(Yeah, I will)
As they lounged out on the couch lazily, a knock on the door could be heard. Yeon straighted as he looked towards the door, his brows raising in question. “Were you expecting anyone?” He asked, turning his head to look back at Tyler.
'No…' he replied quietly. 'We already had the pizza guy… not sure then. I'll get it.'
(can you play the gang guys btw? idk how they would act/what they would do, do you?)
Tyler wandered over to the door and slowly opened it. 'Hey, how can I help you?'
(Yeah, I’ll handle it)
Yeon sat up, watching Tyler’s back carefully. It was probably nothing. He was just being paranoid.
At the door stood to large, buff build men. One was an African American with buzzed hair and a grim look, and the other was a Hispanic with lots of tattoos and a calm expression. “Hello, we are looking for Yeon Navarro. We work with him, and the boss needs him to come in for something,” the Hispanic said, accent as thick as Yeon’s.
Yeon tensed up at the sound of the Hispanic men. He knew that voice. It was a man that his dad used to work with, Miguel Ochoa. He shrunk down on the couch so it would be difficult for him to be seen, silently praying that Tyler wouldn’t say a word. How had they known he was going to be there with Tyler? They must have had someone trailing them.
Tyler looked up at the men. They were so tall and buff compared to Tyler, making him feel tiny. He feared these men weren't going to be very nice, due to the looks on their hard faces, and his anxiety kicked in. Think, Tyler, fucking think. 'I, uh… I don't think he's here… I need to sleep, c-can you come back another day, please?'
“Oh, really? We don’t want to cause any trouble, we just need to hear the truth,” the other man spoke up, he voice deep win a lot more serious than the others.
Yeon didn’t recognize the other voice, but he was sure he was some low level goon. He was more worried about Tyler’s safety at the moment. He could tell that they knew he was lying, they knew he was there. And he also knew their methods of getting information from people.
'The-the truth? I'm sorry, sir, but I don't quite understand what you mean… look, I'm awfully sorry but I need to go, can you please come back another day?'
Both men’s expressions suddenly darkened. “Open the-“ the Hispanic man started, his tone threatening.
Yeon had jumped up and hurried to the door. He didn’t want there to be a chance that Tyler could get hurt because of his buisness. “Miguel, hola! Sorry or the wait, I was in the other room,” he said. He looked over at Tyler with a smile, directing his attention to him now. “Hey, how about you go sit down and finish eating, okay?”
'O-Okay,' he mumbled, slightly concerned. He tried to reassure himself. Without another word, he slipped back into the living room.
“What going on, hermano? How’s Cuba treating you?” Yeon asked in a casual tone.
“Skip the formalities, that isn’t why we’re here. Now, rumor has it, Yeon the lady killer has found himself a little boy toy! Now, seriously, though, man. Is that true?”
“So what if it is?” Yeon started, frowning now. “Why, you got a problem with that?”
“Me? No, I don’t. But the boss, well, he’s not loving it.”
Tyler listened into the conversation slightly as he bit into a pizza slice. As soon as he heard the last part, his whole body froze up.
Shit.
He decided to text a couple of his friends who could fight in case anything went on.
Clicking onto the group chat, he started to type.
Tyler: Hey, can you guys maybe come round? There's some stuff that might be going down with a guy I'm… talking with.
Aiden: Sure. I'm with Jenni and Avery atm, where you want us to be?
Tyler: Park around the corner from my house. I don't want them to see you just yet.
Aiden: We'll be there in a few mins.
“Since when is it any of his buisness?” Yeon asked with a heavy frown, Tyler crossing his mind again. “I’m done with the drug game, I told him that.”
“Yeah, well, you also fucked his daughter, so that changes a few things,” Miguel said with a sharp cackle like it was hilarious.
“Seriously? You think I would ever do something like that with Elena, for Christsake?”
“Hey, I know what I hear. Now, who’s the lucky guy, huh? Was it that kid who answered the door?”
“It doesn’t matter, leave him out of this, got it?” Yeon said in a stern tone, beginning to close the door. He was stopped, though, when the other man’s hand roughly grabbed the front of his shirt and just about threw him out into the hall.
Tyler heard someone falling or stumbling, and checked his phone immediately.
Aiden: We here. What's going down?
Tyler: GET HERE ASAP. I THINK HE JUST GOT THROWN.
Aiden: SHIT WE COMIN we got Aleksander too dw bout it
Yeon felt a sharp kick to his ribs and he grunted sharply before rolling away and getting to his feet. Of course, the one day he didn’t have his gun on him. “Grab the kid,” Miguel instructed the other man. He nodded and stepped into the apartment, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
While Miguel was distracted for a moment, Yeon shoved past him. His arms went around the other man’s waist from behind and tackled him to the ground. “Leave him out of this!” Yeon spat, hands grabbing onto the man’s neck and squeezing.
(imma do aiden and the others now)
Seeing that the door was wide open to Tyler's home, Aiden looked inside and looked at the scene. Someone was strangling someone, and another guy looked like he was about to attack the guy strangling someone.
'Would've been easier if Tyler had told us which one was which,' muttered Jenni, rolling up her sleeves. She slipped into the house quietly, and just as one of the men was about to punch the strangler, she grabbed him from behind, kicked the back of his right knee and pushed him to the floor. She then proceeded to kick him in the sides a couple times.
'Typical Jenni, jelly-legged him,' laughed Avery, before pushing past Aiden and Aleks and pushing away the guy who was strangling another guy. They sent an uppercut to his jaw, however, the guy was obviously expecting this punch and pushed Avery's fist back.
Meanwhile, Aleks and Aiden were currently kicking the absolute shit out of the guy who'd been strangled. Tyler appeared in the doorway of the living room, watching the scene in pure shock. He saw Avery about to kick Yeon, and shouted, 'Avery, stop!'
(I CANT DO FIGHT SCENES H E L P)
(Lmao it’s all good)
Yeon was surprised when more people had come into the apartment. He growled when he noticed the woman’s stance and quickly grabbed the back of the woman’s calves, yanking hard enough to knock her to the ground.
Yeon scrambled to his feet and looked at Tyler with wide eyes. “Tyler, what the hell is going on?!”
Tyler would have had time to answer when suddenly, a gunshot went off, it making a small hole in the ceiling. Miguel shoved away from someone’s grip, the small pistol in hand. “Everyone back the hell up! ¡Yeong, trae tu asqueroso trasero por aquí!“ Miguel shouted, switching to Spanish with ease.
Yeon raised his hands quickly in surrender, giving Tyler a look, hoping he’s smart enough to do the same. “¡Jesucristo, Miguel, no dispares a nadie!” Yeon snapped back.
'U-uhm…' Tyler mumbled, still in shock at the gun. He raised his hands quickly after seeing Yeon do it. The others did the same, faces in complete shock.
“¡Fuera!” Miguel shouted, motioning to Tyler and his friends as the other man slowly got up.
“Tyler, take your… friends outside, okay?” Yeon said softly, brows raised in expectance. “I’ll be okay,” he added, hesitantly pressing a kiss to Tyler’s forehead, Miguel snickering.
Tyler was momentarily calmed at Yeon's kiss, but then his anxiety shot back up as Yeon pulled away. 'O-Okay…' he stuttered. He motioned to Jenni and the others. 'Guys, l-let's go outside, okay?'
An angered-looking Aleks shoved past Miguel, shortly followed by the others.
As soon as they were outside, Aleks began to swear quietly. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, why didn't I just kill them both?'
'Calm the fuck down!' shot Jenni, nudging Aleks. 'We'll… do something, okay?'
'If only we had Casper, he would've been able to give us bottles of vodka to smash on their heads,' muttered Avery sadly.
Aiden gave Avery a sad look. 'If only.'
“What the hell do you think you’re doing with all this, Yeong?” Miguel questioned once the others were gone, keeping the weapon leveled at Yeon.
“I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m finally getting what I want. Why does the boss even care?” Yeon shot back.
“Because his goddamn daughter went to him all sad and shit because you apparently ‘used her’.”
“Elena is full of shit. If she thought I would actually develop something then that bitch is crazy. I was wasted as hell, I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Exactly. Boss is pissed simply because of that. It is his daughter, and you know how fathers can get.”
Jenni sighed. 'Come on, we can't start thinking about Casper now. I know it's sad, but we couldn't help it. Now, from what I can hear…' she leaned her head a bit further toward the door. 'Yeon used to be part of some sort of gang… and did something with a boss' daughter? The fuck?'
Taken aback, Tyler gave Jenni a strange look. 'He… gangs? I mean, he describes where he comes from as crime-ridden, but I would never suspect him being a part of it…'
“So what? He wants me to take responsibility for my actions? You have to be fucking kidding me,” Yeon argued.
“Yeong, it is your kid to she’s going to be having,” Miguel said with a frown.
“Jesus Christ, just tell her to abort or something. I can’t have kids right now, and I don’t want kids right now.”
“You know you have to come with us,” the other man spoke up.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m perfectly fine where I am. And who the hell are you anyways? Why do you think you could be giving orders to someone like me?” Yeon snapped at him in a growl like tone.
“You know what, Yeong? Fine. We’ll go. The last thing I want to do is shoot you, your dad would order my throat slit with the snap of his fingers. I hope you know that this will come back to bite you in the ass. And I’d keep an eye on that pretty boy of yours. You know how the rules work,” Miguel said, stepping to the door and opening it up, coming face to face with the group. He gave an amused smile as he looked at them.
“Listeners, hm?” Miguel spoke up, the other man walking over.
“Miguel,” Yeon growled from behind him, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. Miguel chuckled, hands raised in surrender. He murmured a quick phrase in spanish, giving Yeon something like a mock salute before walking past the group and down the hall.
After the men had left, Tyler raced into his home and tackled Yeon in a hug. 'Are you okay? What did they do? What's going on? Are you hurt?'
The others trailed behind him. Aleks picked up a fallen photo frame and put it back in its place–it was a photo of Casper and Aleks. He dusted it off a little bit, then took his eyes away from it. Too many memories.
Yeon made a noise if surprise when Tyler was suddenly latching onto him. “I’m okey, everything is okay now. They are.. old buisness partners, and they just wanted to have a chat. It’s fine now,” he assured, pressing a kiss to Tyler’s forehead. God, he was happy that Tyler didn’t get hurt.
But he thought of what Miguel had said. It was the trademark Mexican Drug Cartel phrase- ‘plata o plomo’, meaning ‘silver or lead’. In short, it meant give us what we want, or face consequences. And those consequences tended to be a brutal death.
'Didn't sound like that,' mumbled Jenni. 'All I heard was something about a baby, a gang, and a daughter. Hate to make it negative, but it doesn't sound great.'
Tyler raised one eyebrow, giving Yeon a calculating look. 'A baby?'
Yeon gave a heavy, sharp sigh, running a hand over his face. “I didn’t know about the baby, in my defense. I got completely wasted one night and slept with one of the higher-up’s daughter. I didn’t know it until recently that she was pregnant and the kid was apparently mine,” he explained, deciding it was best to just come clean. Not for his sake, but for Tyler’s.