Nct oneshots (smut)

Markhyuck

Summary

!!! Character death
!!!Manipulation

Stuck in a crime-ridden city, a young man named Mark offers to help Haechan , a young innocent civilian to return home. After a series of adventures and lessons learned, Haechan realize no one in this city can be trusted. Mark who is a mafia boss and has been stalking Haechan for a while.

"You're lost, aren't you?" Mark's voice was a low rumble that seemed to echo in the empty alleyway, despite the distant sounds of the city's never-ending pattern of chaos.

Haechan jumped, clutching the strap of his backpack. His eyes searched the shadows for the source of the voice. "I'm just... looking for a shortcut," he replied, his words stumbling over themselves like a nervous child.

Mark stepped out of the darkness, a towering silhouette with a cigarette dangling from his lips. "This ain't the place for a kid like you to be looking for shortcuts." He flicked the cigarette into a nearby puddle, sending a shower of sparks dancing across the grimy water.

Haechan swallowed hard, his heart racing. He'd been warned about the dangers of the city, but he'd never imagined he'd be face to face with one of its shadows so soon. "I'm not a kid," he protested weakly. "I'm just trying to get home."

The man took a step closer, the dim streetlights casting a harsh glow on his weathered face. "Home, huh?" He sounded almost amused. "This city doesn't look too kindly on folks who don't know their way around."

The air grew tense, the distant sounds of sirens wailing a mournful tune that seemed to underscore the precariousness of Haechan's situation. He glanced around, searching for an escape, but the alley was a dead end.

"Let me guess," Mark said, his voice a coarse whisper. "You're new here. Trying to find your way in a place that's eaten up more than its fair share of dreams."

The young man nodded, his eyes never leaving Mark's. He'd heard the stories, the whispers of the city's underbelly, but they'd always seemed so far removed from his own life. Until now.

"Well, lucky for you, I might know a way out of here," Mark offered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But it's gonna cost you."

Haechan's pulse quickened. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

"Just a little favor," Mark said, his eyes gleaming. "You see, I've got some business to take care of, and I could use an extra pair of hands. Help me out, and I'll make sure you get home safe and sound."

The deal seemed simple enough, but Haechan couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this man than met the eye. Yet, with the alley walls closing in and the darkness pressing against him, he knew he had little choice.

"Alright," Haechan agreed, his voice shakier than he'd have liked. "What do I need to do?"

Mark's smile grew wider, revealing a set of crooked teeth. "Just follow me," he said, turning and walking deeper into the shadows. "We've got some ground to cover."

And with that, the unlikely pair set off into the heart of the city, where danger lurked around every corner, and trust was a commodity as rare as a quiet night.

As they walked, Mark spoke in a way that was both comforting and intimidating, sharing tales of the city's dark past and the even darker present. His words painted a picture of a place where survival was a daily battle, and everyone had a role to play. Haechan listened, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and horror, as the grim realities of the city unfolded before him.

They wove through back alleys and deserted streets, passing by graffiti-covered walls that whispered secrets of the city's many factions. Each step brought them closer to the beating pulse of the city's underworld, and with it, the stench of desperation and fear grew stronger.