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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 ➽ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➽₊˚.┆( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 & 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ♡ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 & 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 )

✧. ┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 *✧･ﾟ:

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : You were nymph, a deadly enigma. Someone with a perfect record, never failing to kill your targets with a fatal bullet, you were good at your job. That's why you did it - but what will you do when you pick a fight with the wrong man that leads you to questionable scenarios. That you would have never expected from your first failed kill.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : poly! mafia! ateez x female! assasin! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 2.9K

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : attempted assassination, guns, slight blackmail, murder, slight street racing, smoking, alcohol, ass hole aristocrat, mentions of an abusive parent, suggestive content, brief make-out, mention of extreme debt, mention of mafia actives, drugging, brief mention of suicide, slight suggestive content, brief make-out, grinding, mentions of hickies.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : After your unfortunate capture, you try to hold on for dear life as the relentless hunger & psychological torture lead you to find comfort in an unexpected place. But this surprising sympathiser has a past with you - that you don't remember, but the question is, will it be revelled?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : poly! mafia! ateez x female! assasin! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 3.0k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : kidnapping, starvation, restraint, electrocution, mental torture, drugging, murder, stabbing, mention of alcohol and cigarets, mention of stalking, arguments, threats, almost fights, sexual tension, mingi?, gaslighting, fainting, hella lot of angst.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : It had been two months since the incident, and guilt gnawed at you like maggots to rotting flesh - yet you could do nothing. Confined in a room and more sanity fading by the final failed escape attempt led you to seek comfort in the arms of the man you thought was dead; little did you know others were watching.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : poly! mafia! ateez x female! assasin! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : N/A

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mentions of long periods of isolation, kidnapping, mention of phycological and physical abuse, mind break, mention of not eating, mention of blood & murder, suicidal thoughts, self inflicted injury, attempted suicide, implied smut, non-con recording .

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : N/A

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : poly! mafia! ateez x female! assasin! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : N/A

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

✧. ┊ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 *✧･ﾟ:

none yet...

#𝔉𝐋𝐎'𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 #┆彡 𝔄𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 ☄. *. ⋆#━ ❪ 𝐎𝐭𝟖 ❫#𝔉𝐢𝐜 ⇢ ꒰ 𝔖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒱

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fl0r4f4wn · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : poly! mafia! ateez x female! assasin! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 1.3k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : sorry for the delay this part somehow got deleted and took me a while to rewrite next chapter is the final part in the main story line before the bonus chapter and whoo it’s gonna be one hell of a ride

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It had been two months since the incident, and you were still bound to the room, but they had removed the restraints, and now you were being given food and water. But regardless of the improvement in treatment, you still resented your capture with every fibre of your existence.

You haven't seen any members of Ateez or the Kindom clan either, which gives you a sense of relief. As you didn't want to be in their presence, one of two things could happen: one, you would try and kill them, or two, you would die of embracement for allowing yourself to cry in front of the enemy - to enable them to effect you with a stupid fucking video.

It would help if you hadn't been so frail; you shouldn't have crumbled so easily - accepting comfort from the enemy. You were weak, a disappointment, a failure. The words circled your brain like vultures, pecking at you during every waking and sleeping moment. With the intrusive thoughts and growing resentment towards everyone and everything, you were going crazy.

Pacing back and forward had become your new favourite pastime, and the camera that observed you 24/7 had become the only 'human' contact you have had in a while. As the days all blurred in one, the sense of hopelessness drove you to commit more desperate escape attempts, which led to your most extreme one yet.

It was late afternoon, and you hadn't eaten all day; sure, they gave you food - you just refused to eat it. You were sure that this sudden hunger strike wouldn't bother them. Why would it? They don't care for you; they keep you alive because they want something from you.

As you dip your pointer finger in the sauce, you mindlessly begin the smear it across the delicate china plate. Admiring how much it looked like blood, how much it brought you back to the sick old days of shooting people from afar and running free.

The thought of your former freedom brought back a sense of fondness and a searing rage. As you mourned your former liberty, you felt hopeless. The only point in your life that you wished someone would kill you. But since none of your captures seemed to be in the process of terminating their new plaything - why not do it yourself?

The spontaneous decision was a last resort, but you had no other choice. Sure, you wished you could run with your life, but at least you could escape spiritually. You laughed slightly, so this is what it had come to, killing yourself or remaining a captive for the rest of your life.

Licking the sauce off your finger, you walked towards the bathroom. You didn't even bother to shut the door. As you turned on the faucet, you splashed water on your face. Looking into the fogged-up mirror, you notice how unrecognisable you have become - skinny, dull, and corpse-like.

As your eyes trailed down towards your hand, you clenched them into fists and began to bash both of your hands against the glass. Six punches in, and the glass starts to crack. By then, you can feel the blood trickle down your arm. The sound of skin hitting against the glass was loud.

You were sure that whoever was watching through the camera could hear you. You didn't care as you continued throwing punch after punch. The mirror broke into a million shards. Blood seeps out of your hands as they rest on either side of the sink as you stare at the broken glass. You were so out of it that you didn't realise someone had rushed into the room.

"Y/N!" you jumped at the voice, immediately grabbing a large shard of broken glass and pointing it towards the intruder. "How do you know my name," you ask in response as you head on to the piece of glass for dear life. As Mingi tried to talk you into putting the shard down, you were past the talking point. You repeat your question, demanding an answer.

"I can explain, baby, just, please. Just put the glass down, and we can talk about this - theirs no need to hurt yourself." Mingi uttered, his eyes brimming with tears at your sorry state. He would have come sooner, but Hongjoong forbade it, ensuring he spent all his time and energy on missions and fruitless tasks while you withered away.

But his words did nothing to calm you as your grip on the shard of glass hardened as it pressed further into your skin, "why do you care if I live or die, huh? Why are you being nice to me? Is it because you want to gain my trust and then kill me? how do I know I can trust you" your voice cracked mid-sentence as tears streamed down your face.

"Y/N, I know you are scared, but I want to help you." Putting his hand up as the tall man slowly walked forward, as if he was approaching a scared animal. "I'm beyond help", You cried as you pressed the shard into your neck, but before you should hurt yourself any further, a pair of arms secured themselves around you. He was preventing you from finishing what you started.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" you scream as you thrash in the ateez member's firm grip, trying to reach the glass dagger before your feet. As if he was reading your head, he kicked the shard out of your reach. The suffocating grip only tightened as you continued to struggle against Mingi. Seeing that you had no intention of stopping, he did something that made you stop in shock & horror.

"hushing little angle, don't you cry; your prince charming's gonna sing you a lullaby. And if that don't, you'll get kisses till your tears dry, my little angel." Mingi gently sang as your struggling ceased. As your legs gave in, he quickly pulled you into a bridal carry so you would avoid falling onto broken glass.

As he gently pepper kisses all over your face, you begin crying again, overwhelmed with emotion - he couldn't be? Could he? "how do you know that song?" your soft voice broke the silence as you refused to make eye contact. "Angle, hey, look at me, y/n." listening to his gentle command, you glance up at the beautiful man holding you.

"Don't you remember me, princess?" the softness of Mingi's voice made you snuggle closer as your mind flooded with forgotten memories. Of you and a young boy, your first love - who you assumed was dead, as one day he just disappeared. "Minnie?" you questioned as you stared into his eyes with disbelief. "yes baby, it's your Minnie", the lovable giant mused as he wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb.

As if you gripped onto him for dear life with eyes sowed shut, you felt yourself being placed on the bed away from anything you could use to harm yourself. As Mingi tried to detach himself to retrieve the first aid box, your only grip only tightened. But after a bit of persuasion and reassurance, you reluctantly let go.

The two of you now sat in silence with your dress (covered in dried blood and tears) on the floor and nothing but your bra and panties covering your body. Mingi skillfully cleaned all your wounds, applying disinfection before wrapping them in a thin bandage as he closed the first aid box and placed it on the side table.

Before he could do anything else, his lips were captured in a kiss, his eyes wide with shock, but he quickly returned the favour. As the two of you fell back onto the bed, your bare skin against his clothed chest - let's change that. Breaking the kiss, you did not give the stunned man any chance to speak. His shirt was now on the floor, but before you kissed him again, you whispered in his ear, "make me forget, and I'll make you feel good." He did so.

"Please tell me you are recording this"

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