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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members. though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again!

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm.

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir. He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories�� he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos.

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!"

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it.

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier.

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!”

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!”

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?”

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek.

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment.

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.”

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?”

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.”

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok! Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here!

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler.

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos.

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it.

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy.

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips.

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!"

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

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radiorenjun · 4 years ago

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I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: vi, vii

As Jaemin walked to his car to drive to school, he spotted you walking out of your door with a textbook in hand. He raised his hand, his mouth opening to call out your name when the scene from that night flashed through his mind. He sighed at the thought as he watch you walk to the bus stop without sparing a glance in his direction.

'Is she really that upset? It was just an old music box, after all.' Jaemin thought as he got into his car and turned his keys. 'She's just being petty, I bet if I offer her a ride to school. She's gonna go back to square one. Typical y/n," he smiled to himself, remembering the times where you two had arguments and one of the two of you would apologize when Jaemin offered you a ride.

Jaemin drove to catch up with you before you reach the stop, to his surprise, he saw Huang Renjun walking up to you with a bright smile, slinging an arm over your shoulders. Jaemin's blood ran cold at the sight of you smiling and rolling your eyes at the boy.

Jaemin forgot Renjun lived a few houses away from them, then again, he hasn't talked to Renjun much since Renjun left the team to join the arts club. 'What am I doing?' he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes never leaving the road as he drove by your laughing figures.

'This is what I wanted right? For once I don't have y/n constantly asking bout me or flirting with me or clinging onto me all the time. I should be happy that she finally got it to her head' he told himself. If that's so, why does he feel so empty? Why does he feel like something's missing deep inside of him.

Once he got to the school, he walked to his lockers only to be greeted by Donghyuck, who ran up and slung an arm around his neck. "If it isn't Mr. Na Jaemin." Donghyuck greeted with a cheeky grin as Jaemin smiled in response. "Good morning to you, too, Hyuck." he chuckled.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Hyuck clicked his tongue nonchalantly as they walked side by side, his arm hanging on one of Jaemin's shoulders. "Well if only your boyfriend didn't graduate early, I wouldn't be spending all my time with Coach." Jaemin laughed.

"As much as I am happy that Mark graduated early, I still can't believe he left me to rot here alone with nobody to talk to." he pouted, scrunching his face dramatically. "You're talking to me, though." Jaemin teased. "Exactly, you're a nobody, Mister Na." he deadpanned in response.

Jaemin playfully shoved the boy away from him, eliciting a laugh from the both of them as they walked to Jaemin's locker, spotting Jeno running through his own. "Good morning, Jeno." Jaemin smiled, unlocking his locker beside him.

"Did you two know we had homework on Biology?" Jeno exclaimed frantically, trying to find his textbook. "The one that's worth 5% of our grade? Yep," Hyuck responded with a bright nod. "Fuck, I'm definitely failing this class." Jeno groaned, running a hair through his black hair before shutting his locker.

Jaemin chuckled at his friend's misfortune, shaking his head with a soft "tsk tsk". "Oh lookie here, your future wife is heading this way, Nana." Hyuck teased, using the nickname you had made for him back when you two were 12 years old. "Get ready to feel single, Jeno." he added.

Jeno pointed an accusatory finger at the younger boy, "Hey! Mark graduated, you're gonna feel lonely with me, this time!" making Hyuck stick out his tongue. They were both too busy quarreling to acknowledge Jaemin's empty expression as she passed by them without your usual friendly 'hey'.

But they were shocked to see you walking side by side with your friends, your hand inside Renjun's. "Uh, Jaemin, y/n's right there." Hyuck nudged the boy beside him with his elbow. Jaemin looks up from his gaze at your hand inside Renjun's as you disappeared in the crowd of students.

"What? So?" Jaemin retorted almost defensively, eyes looking everywhere except for his friend who was staring at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'so' ?! Your girlfriend just walked by without sparing a glance at us! Plus she was holding hands with Renjun," Hyuck exclaimed in disbelief.

"For the billionth time, Hyuck. She's not my girlfriend!" Jaemin spat, annoyance laced in his tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes, "whatever she is, she's holding hands with another guy, dude!" he shot back. Jeno sighed, putting a hand on Hyuck's shoulder, giving him a look of disappointment.

"They had a little fight the other day," Jeno explained briefly. "And she's being petty by giving me the silent treatment," Jaemin growled, shutting his locker and leaning his back against it with a click of his tongue. "What did you do this time?" Hyuck sighed, his expression lightening at the new information.

"Why do you always assume that I'm the one in the wrong?" Jaemin exclaimed, laying a hand on his chest, offended at the accusation. Jeno raised a brow as if to say 'really?', Hyuck giving him a similar look that mirrors Jeno's. Jaemin looks down in guilt, a frown evident on his face as he bit his lip to explain.

"It's not a big deal really. I just told her to leave me along once and for all," Jaemin shrugged as if it was no big deal, looking back at the crowded hall of students. "Not a big deal, my ass. Bro, you also broke her music box without an apology." Jeno stated with a roll of his eyes.

Hyuck's face contorted into a surprised frown, his mouth gaped. "Dude, that's a little harsh, don't you think? She must be genuinely upset to be giving you the silent treatment." Hyuck remarked, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Well at least Jaemin won't be complaining bout her annoying him all the time now that she's ghosting him, right Jae?" Jeno raised a brow at the younger boy.

Jaemin wasn't listening to anything they were saying as his eyes couldn't tear away from the two figures that were you and Renjun talking side by side as you grabbed your stationary from your locker. He felt his chest tightening, aching with a numb pain. What's going on? Why is he feeling this way?

"Jaemin?" Jeno's voice snapped Jaemin back into reality, his eyes widening slightly at the concerned tone as he diverted his gaze back to his friends. "Huh, what?" Jaemin mumbled, trying to ignore the numbing ache in his chest. "You okay?" he asked.

"I don't know, I kinda don't feel well, right now." Jaemin's brows furrowed as he watch you and Renjun walk to class side by side. at the corner of his eye. "We have a few minutes to class, you should go to the Nurse's office." Hyuck advised as he raised his brow in concern.

"Um, alright then," Jaemin nodded, "see you guys later." he waved to his friends before walking to the nurse's office with confusion. What's up with him? He was fine this morning, what's with the sudden pain in his chest?

Unbeknownst to him, his two friends were watching him walking away with concern looks on their faces. "So, I wasn't the only one who saw how sad he looks when he watched Y/n and Renjun right?" Hyuck muttered to Jeno, who nodded in agreement. "That dumbass is gonna have the tables turned, I just wonder what he's gonna do once he realizes that a human heart can't pratically live without the love of his soulmate." Jeno chuckled.

Jaemin was scrolling through social media when you entered the class, his eyes wandered up for a small moment to give you a short glance, examining your figure standing on the doorway as if you haven't been attending the same class for three years.

His eyes quickly went down to his phone when he saw your head turn to his direction, walking right towards him. 'Of course, she's still gonna sit next to me.' he chuckled internally to himself, 'that's typical of her.' he thought.

He felt your presence close to his when you passed by him to sit at the empty seat at the back of the class. He frowned slightly, quickly masking it with a stoick expression as he hears the not so subtle chatters and whispers of his name and y/n's spilling from his classmates' mouth.

"Wait, y/n's not sitting next to Jaemin?"

"Did they have a fight or something?"

"Come to think of it, she skipped class with Renjun yesterday"

"Did she finally had enough?"

"Probably. Poor girl has been at it for two years!"

"Yikes, that's pretty harsh. No wonder she didn't even spare him a glance"

"Have you seen her left wrist? They say-"

"Good morning, class!" Mrs. Choi announced with a bright voice as she entered the class, silencing the whole students in a second. "Let's start today's lesson shall we? Open your textbooks to page 127," she smiled, raising her own copy of the textbook.

Jaemin turned his head to see you busy with opening your textbook and notes, flipping your pen in between your fingers. He quickly turned his head around as the teacher started explaining, opening his own textbook with a small pout on his face.

'Why didn't you come and sit next to him?' he pondered as he tried to advert his eyes to the whiteboard, watching you from the corner of his eye. A part of him wanted you to at least glance at him, make eye contact, anything.

But you didn't. Not even for a split second, it was as if you couldn't see him. As if you two hadn't known each other your whole lives. As if you were both strangers. Jaemin felt a slight ache in his chest, his hand stretching out to lay right on top of his heart.

He took a deep breath, his heart beat in his ears as Mrs. Choi's voice became muffled. It hurt. He doesn't know why, but his chest was hurting and he wants it to stop. It was similar to the pain when he lost on his first game and had an F on Chemistry on the same day. Yet, it was so different. It felt like his chest was actually being poked with tiny needles.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the bell dismissing entered his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts as the pain subsided. Jaemin turned to see the students around him packing up and leaving class, causing him to jolt up and shove his textbook in his bag.

He felt y/n squeeze herself behind him, quickly leaving the class. Jaemin didn't know why but his feet quickly moved towards her, slinging his halfly zipped bag over his shoulder. His mouth opened as he reached the entrance, ready to call out your name.

His figure froze when he watched you walk up to none other than Huang Renjun. Jaemin's eyes watched as his arm slung around your shoulders, the sweet smile on your face as Renjun whispered something against your ear, eliciting a small laugh from you as the two of you walked to the exit.

Jaemin stared at the two of you with a blank expression. His pupils shaking upon your figures being pressed up against each other. His hand gripping the saddle of his bag that was slung over his shoulder tightly. He wanted to apologize for his actions and offer you a ride home, but his body wouldn't move when he caught Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder so casually.

So affectionately.

Jaemin broke his glare when he felt a slight burning sensation on his wrist. He jolted and hissed at the sharp pain as he pulled back his left sleeve, tugging down the watch to see his soulmate tattoo glowing a dimly blood red, his chest had an ugly feeling piercing his heart.

Jaemin clicked his tongue before heading to the bathroom. His wrist felt like it was burning, it felt scorching hot. Why was it burning? Jaemin acted on instinct and ran his wrist under the tap of cold running water, ignoring his underclassmen passing by and greeting him as they walked out of the boy's bathroom.

Jaemin rubbed the sore spot, his mind remembering the way Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder, laughing alongside you. And your smile. He doesn't remember the last time you smiled that wide for him, Jaemin hissed at the increasing pain on his wrist.

Jaemin winced and jolted as he felt as if something was stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, he slide down the walls of the now empty bathroom. He took silent deep breaths to try to calm himself, running a hand through his hair in distress.

What's going on?

"Day 3 of Huang Renjun being extra nice to the poor girl who's bout to be single for the rest of her life, what will he do today?" you spoke in a way a news reporter would, holding your fist up to your mouth to act as a microphone as you walked towards Renjun who was waiting for you outside of class.

"Shut up, you're saying that I can't be nice to my dearest best friend?" Renjun teased, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you both walked out of the entrance. "Its definitely abnormal to see you restraining yourself to not flick me on the forehead whenever I do something stupid." you shrugged.

You felt the boy flick your forehead gently, causing you to let out a small yelp. "Happy?" Renjun smiled sweetly, as your hand went up to rub the slightly sore spot on your forehead. "Very," you rolled your eyes at him as he let's out a light chuckle.

At the corner of Renjun's eye, he saw Jaemin not far behind you two. His head was looking down at his wrist, his hand tugging down the sleeves. Renjun assumed he was taking a look at his soulmate mark, a frown evident on the younger boy's face.

Renjun almost felt bad. Jaemin seemed like a lost puppy, standing all by himself as students walked away. But yet again, he felt anger towards the boy to be so immature as to hurt someone he was suppose to cherish with all his life.

"So how was being in class with Mr. Heart breaker?" Renjun spoke after a moment of silence, averting his eyes back to you. You gasped at the nickname, "don't say it like that! You're making it seem as if he was some sort of school fuckboy." you scolded, landing a smack square on his chest.

Renjun laughed before you spoke in a quiet tone, "alot of people were talking bout us when I entered the class without screaming his name and clinging onto him like a koala," you shrugged casually. "He's probably upset even more now that people are talking bout how distant I've been towards him," you added with a heavy sigh.

Renjun patted your head softly, nodding in sympathy. "It'll all blow over soon. After all, you were always dramatic with your actions when it comes to Jaemin." he chuckled as you both entered the ice cream shop, walking up to the counter. "Shut up, Huang." you mumbled with a pout.

"Welcome to Weishen Ice Cream Shop, how may I help you two, today?" the cashier smiled as he came up to the counter, wiping his hand on a wet rag. You recognize him as Qian Kun, he would always give you free ice cream whenever you're down in the dumps.

"Hey Kun," you smiled as Renjun pulled out his wallet behind you. "Y/n, Renjun, pleasure to see you as always." Kun nodded with a charming smile as you started placing your orders, paying for your own ice cream after a brief argument bout who's paying.

"How's Jaemin? I haven't seen him around recently," Kun asked as he scoops up the ice-cream into the neon yellow cup. You tensed at the name, recalling Jaemin's words that night. You muster up a small smile, ignoring Renjun's concerned gaze as you reply.

"He's fine. Haven't seen him in a while either." you shrugged as Kun handed you your ice-cream. "Well, if you see him, tell him to come by. I missed that guy," Kun said with a soft pause in between sentences, sensing the tension in the air once he brought up the teenage boy.

"Shameless self advertising again, old man?" Renjun chuckled as he grabs a spoon off the counter. Kun blinked, pointing the metal ice cream scoop dramatically at Renjun, "Who are you calling old man? I just gave you cheap ice cream and this is how you treat me, Renjun? You should respect your elders, you brat." he jokes.

You giggled as Renjun stuck his tongue out at the older man, you pulled him away before Kun could jump over the counter and start whacking him with the ice cream scoop. "You're so immature sometimes," you laughed as you sat down on one of the booths by the windowsill.

Renjun rolled his eyes with a soft smile, shoving his ice-cream into your mouth to prevent anymore insults from spilling out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Lee Donghyuck and Lee Jeno were walking side by side to go to an arcade, spotting you and Renjun from across the street through the window.

“Jeno!” Donghyuck halted his movements once his eyes adverted to your laughing figures. “What?” Jeno asked, halting beside the younger boy to turn to see where Donghyuck was pointing at. “Look! Is that who I think it is?” Hyuck exclaimed as Jeno’s eye caught you and Renjun sitting infront of each other in that old ice cream shop, watching as Renjun flicked you on the forehead with a laugh, watching a pout form oon your expression.

“Is that Renjun? And Y/n” Jeno asked, squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “It looks like they’re on some kind of date,” he added as Hyuck clicked his tongue. “I knew they were close but i didn’t think they were this close,” Hyuck gaped, watching as the two of you continued on with your conversation without a bother in the world.

“Do you think they’re-” he asked, only to be cut off. “No, that’s not possible.” Jeno spoke rather abruptly, his mind flashing back to his best friend. “The soulmate system allows you to have romantic feelings only towards the person you’re bonded with.” he added with a serious tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes at his statement.

“Then what do you call that dense best friend of yours?” he asked, raising a brow at him. “For all the years I’ve known him, he doesn’t seem to show the slightest care for the poor girl, she has the right to feel loved too, you know. Even when it’s from someone else,” Hyuck snapped.

Hyuck cares bout you. He really does. Not because you always lend him homework answers and notes when he asked, not because of the many talks you two had whenever he had some problems with Mark, but because you were like the sister he never had. Seeing the pain in your eyes whenever Jaemin turns you down was a painful sight to see, he wants you to be happy.

“Hyuck, Jaemin cares bout her deep down. I know he does. He’s just too stubborn to admit it. I’ve known Jaemin longer than you have, he does like her, trust me. He’s just to stupid to realize.” Jeno sighed, shaking his head profusely at the thought of his best friend. Deep down, Jeno wasn’t even sure what he said was true. He’s heard of the controversial rumour surrounding the soulmate system.

That when the system is rigged, people can have feelings for others that they can’t have.Those whose feelings are reciprocated by someone that aren’t their soulmates were just a sign of God attempting to fix the mistake. No one knows what would happen to those whose feelings aren’t reciprocated. Rumors said that there was a possibility that they vanish into thin air out of despair and heartbreak, some say they were doomed to live the rest of their life feeling loveless.

Others say they consult into more...

Terrifying inhumane methods.

Jeno shuddered at the thought, shaking his head to shake away the horrifying thoughts of what would come to Jaemin and Y/N if this keeps happening. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen if this keeps happening.

“I just hope you’re right, Jen.”

This is NOT proofread hehe.

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Noir (yutae)

Week III pt. 1

Tokyo – fall of 1983: Nakamoto Yuta is quickly rising in the ranks of one of Japan’s most notorious yakuza families, and he’s poised to climb even further if he can stop himself from being ruined by the pretty Korean boy who’s shown up out of nowhere.

Glossary of Japanese words

Characters: Yuta x Taeyong + NCT ensemble, Twice J-line (for funsies)

Genres: Gang!AU, angst, smut, fluff, 1980s!AU

Warnings: graphic violence, swearing, minor character death, alcohol use, mentions of drugs, period-typical homophobia, xenophobia, BDSM

Rating: 18+

Length: 9.7k

Every day at work since the night in the car with Yuta was torturous for Taeyong. He found himself wishing he had just been left alone at the electronics shop in Akihabara but no – Yuta had to pluck him up and complicate an already complicated situation. Maybe that was what Taeyong deserved for getting his hopes up and prying. Yuta had been glum for the first couple of days and Taeyong thought he caught him trying to approach the topic a few times, but Yuta would either drop it before he even opened his mouth or else Taeyong would remove himself from Yuta’s presence. Eventually, Yuta seemed to decide that the best way to handle what had transpired was to not handle it. He went back to acting cordial and more or less professional, and Taeyong figured he should too even if he couldn’t always shake the memory of the humiliated tears which escaped his eyes that night.

It had been four days when Taeyong found himself in a communal space at headquarters, sulking over a sour plum onigiri he’d bought for lunch at Lawson. Doyoung, Jaehyun, Johnny, and Taeil were there with him, having a smoke break and waiting for orders from the Oyabun or from Yuta. Well, all but Jaehyun, who was only there to distract himself from his studies. Taeyong knew from the way he and Yuta had been acting that everyone probably suspected something – but no one asked.

Johnny was talking to the others about some girl he was seeing while, in the corner, Doyoung was, as the only non-smoker, listening and practicing throwing a small knife into a corkboard. Taeyong wasn’t really paying attention and was sitting in the opposite corner next to the open window so he could taste his food.

“Taeyong!” yelled Johnny, clearly trying to knock Taeyong out of his stupor with some good cheer. “You should come around to my place this evening. I’m closed tonight so we can all get drunk and have a grand old time. These guys will all be there, right?” The indicated guys nodded their heads. “Unfortunately,” quipped Doyoung.

“Right,” Johnny continued, “what do you say?”

Taeyong chewed his food slowly. He didn’t have to think about what he’d do, he just felt like taking his time. “I don’t think I can,” he explained, “I’m going somewhere with Yuta tonight. For his project.”

Johnny cocked his head, expression betraying concern. “Well maybe you two can swing by after. Just let me know if you decide to.”

“Alright.”

Taeyong felt like his general demeanor had brought down the rapport in the room that had existed during whatever bawdy story Johnny was in the midst of telling before. The only sound for several beats was the THWACK of Doyoung’s knife lodging into its target. Finally, Jaehyun spoke.

“What are you two doing?” he asked Taeyong.

“We’re going into Shinjuku to meet up with someone named Donghyuck who has contacts that might be helpful. Do you know him?”

Taeil spluttered. “Oh, you haven’t met Donghyuck yet?” he asked.

Taeyong paused his chewing, wondering if there was something he should be aware of that might be concerning to him.

“No,” he said, “is that a problem?”

Taeil laughed again, the dregs of his earlier outburst. “Just be on your toes. He’s a street kid, kind of like you were, but infinitely more obnoxious and he likes to test the new recruits. You’ve got to establish dominance before he gets too much under your skin. I know you don’t want to look like a little bitch in front of Yuta, yeah?”

“Oi!” Jaehyun warned Taeil with a quick glare. “Maybe cool it with that.”

THWACK! Everyone turned their attention to Doyoung. “That kid is Satan spawn,” he said coolly, going to retrieve his knife from where it was lodged.

“Oh, you know you love him though,” Johnny jested, then turning his attention back to Taeyong. “But don’t worry about it; he’s not even old enough to have a driver’s licence – you can handle him.”

Taeyong just nodded.

“I never said I didn’t love him, Johnny,” said Doyoung with a sly smile. “I am a Satanist after all.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Taeil interjected. “You just want to sound clever.”

***

That evening, Taeyong met Yuta at their pre-arranged spot below an elevated highway. Yuta greeted Taeyong curtly – although Taeyong read some of the discomfort on the other man’s face more as guilt than contempt – and introduced Taeyong to the young man by his side.

“Taeyong,” he said, “this is our associate, Donghyuck. Donghyuck, Taeyong.”

Donghyuck was slightly shorter than Yuta, with shaggy black hair and a round, jovial face. He had a couple of Inagawa-kai themed tattoos on his neck and wrists and carried a baseball bat with him. Must be a confident kid to get away with that, Taeyong figured.

“I’ve been told to watch out for you,” said Taeyong by way of a greeting.

Donghyuck smirked. “I have no idea why that would be,” he sing-songed. “If those guys at headquarters can’t handle a shatei then I think that says more about them than it does about me. Now,” he continued, grinding a foot into the gravel below him and clinking his bat against the ground, “shall we be on our way?”

They started under the overpass towards an area populated by office buildings and construction projects. Since they were on the edges of Shinjuku, in a sort of no-man’s land between neighborhoods, there weren’t many people around and Taeyong wondered to himself what kind of weird stuff went on in the shadowy corners under the highway once the sun started to set like it was. Mostly though, he just tried to avoid getting pooped on by the pigeons loitering above.

“Where are we going?” Taeyong asked.

“Donghyuck is our go-between for gaining information on the operations of other yakuza groups. He knows the small-time gangs that do business with them informally, since that’s the world he was part of when we plucked him up,” Yuta explained. “We’re going to go meet with one such gang in their hideout.”

Taeyong nodded as they approached a wall of gray buildings. “What does this have to do with Sana-san?” he asked.

“That’s what we’re here to find out,” said Yuta, looking the closest to normal spirits that Taeyong had seen him in days – probably because he anticipated a big break in the investigation. Taeyong thought Yuta might know more than he was letting on, but he was mostly just happy to feel some of the tension between them letting up. Even if their interaction in Yuta’s car scarred Taeyong every time he laid eyes on the other man, he knew it was in his best interest to be personally liked by his greatest advocate.

The three continued walking on the desolate sidewalk and, out of curiosity, Taeyong turned to Donghyuck, who had inched uncomfortably close to his side. Taeyong chose to ignore that.

“You ever join the Bosozoku?” Taeyong asked, eyeing the baseball bat: a favorite of the biker gangs.

Donghyuck raised his eyes at Taeyong like he was an idiot. “No!” he said. “Besides, you think they’d take me? Fucking fascists.”

“I was just wondering about the bat,” explained Taeyong with an almost faraway laugh. “One time I got beat up with one just like it.”

“Oh yeah?” Donghyuck asked swinging the weapon around viscerally with an intense expression which reminded Taeyong of himself a few years earlier. “Then you understand how I feel about Bosozoku. I stole this baby from the leader of the Black Emperors!”

Donghyuck skipped out ahead of Taeyong and Yuta a few steps and turned around to walk backwards, holding the bat over his shoulders with one hand. He reached into his pocket, rummaging around for something.

“Speaking of stealing,” he said, pulling Taeyong’s wallet from his pocket, “you need to be more aware of your shit, kumi-san .”

Before Taeyong could make any words materialize to express his shock and irritation, Yuta spoke for him.

“Hyuck,” he said, “that is wholly inappropriate. I’m going to have to request that you give my partner his wallet back right now.”

Donghyuck threw the wallet at Taeyong with just enough warning for him to catch it, then turned the right way around. Yuta sped up to catch his subordinate and place him in a playful walking headlock.

“That was very disrespectful to your elder,” he chided.

Donghyuck faked a choking sound and spat on the sidewalk to his left, causing Yuta to let up off of him.

“I’ve worked for you for longer,” he complained.

“Damn, now I know why everyone warned me about you,” said Taeyong, replacing his wallet and patting himself to confirm the presence of his other possessions, having finally regained his voice. “Brat.”

“Oi!” Donghyuck spun around, wielding his bat and only calming down when Yuta placed a hand on his shoulder and plucked the weapon from his hands. Taeyong laughed and Donghyuck looked at his boss in disbelief.

“Your men are totally out of control, apparently!” he whined, and Yuta tutted, spinning Donghyuck around and recommencing in the direction of a large under-construction high rise. He pulled Donghyuck into his side.

“Now listen,” he began, “you certainly don’t get to tell me when to discipline my men. Alright, shatei ?”

Yuta let Donghyuck go as he nodded begrudgingly. “Yes, Shategashira .”

“Good,” said Yuta. “I’ll kick your ass if you try anything else.”

Taeyong barely registered the end of the interaction playing out in front of him because he was too busy trying to process the flow of blood he felt at the insinuation that he should be ‘disciplined.’

They stopped before the chipped doorway of the high rise. The structure seemed almost complete, but it was difficult to tell under the scaffolding.

“Here??” asked Taeyong, growing more confused by the minute. When he was a teenager he had sometimes messed around with his friends in rundown buildings and other sketchy locales, but never in an active construction site.

Yuta nodded mildly and turned his attention to Donghyuck, handing him back his bat under the condition that he be good and control himself. Donghyuck took the bat back with a pointed glare and went inside. Yuta looked at Taeyong.

“After you,” he directed.

Taeyong followed Donghyuck up several dilapidated sets of stairs. The interior of the building was about what would be expected; lots of brick, concrete, raw drywall, and exposed wiring. Some of the walls were damp from unfinished plumbing and the farther they made their way up the stairs, the more convinced Taeyong became that this project had been abandoned for some reason.

Finally, they came to a steel door which Donghyuck pushed them through, and then to an equally dank hallway that smelled of duckweed. There was barely any light on account of it being dusk, and this fact made Taeyong’s skin prickle.

“Last door on the right, Shategashira ,” Donghyuck instructed as Yuta moved past him down the hall. Taeyong followed all the way until Yuta had entered the indicated room, at which point he felt something hard and rounded brushing against the back of his head. He paused where he was just on the outside of the naked doorframe and put his hands up. Looking to his side, he realized that Donghyuck was looking at him, smirking but angry seeming at the same time, and holding his bat up to Taeyong’s head as if teeing him up.

“ Kumi-in ,” began Donghyuck, “this is strike two. I thought you seemed soft. And Yuta’s soft enough already. If you want to survive together you need to be more aware, got it?”

Taeyong nodded, trying not to seem too intimidated by someone four years his junior. He heard Yuta yelling for them from inside the room.

“Point taken,” he said. “May I be on my way?”

Donghyuck nodded, bumping his bat lightly against Taeyong’s head for good measure before pulling it away.

“Don’t let there be a strike three,” Taeyong heard Donghyuck say behind him as he entered the room.

Inside was an industrial attic of sorts with lots of metal beams, trash scattered over the floors, and a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling on a wire, illuminating three late teens to early twenties looking boys along with Yuta at a plastic table.

“What kept you?” asked Yuta.

“Haechan!” yelled the tallest of the boys, and Donghyuck approached the table with a sunshiny plump-cheeked grin. What a contrast .

“Sorry,” said Taeyong, eyes on the grimy floor. “Also, Haechan?”

“Nickname,” Yuta explained. “I think he uses it as a code name with his friends.”

“I see.”

“Who’s this guy?” asked one of the boys, almost yelling.

Yuta motioned towards Taeyong. “Jisung, Jeno, Jaemin, this is my new associate, Taeyong.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Taeyong and the three boys, each of them tall and rail thin, bowed unenthusiastically and returned the greeting.

“Yuta-san,” began the one in the middle. He had a squarer face than the others and if the order of their introduction was anything to go by, he would have to be Jeno. Taeyong wondered for a moment why they didn’t have to address Yuta by his title, but he figured it was because they didn’t technically work for the Inagawa-kai.

“You need more information on this girl, right? Sana-chan?” Jeno held up a small black and white photo of the girl Taeyong and Yuta had stalked the other night, walking with an older man in a suit.

“That’s her,” Yuta confirmed.

The boy on the far end of the table, Jaemin, leaned forward into the light. “Listen, boss, I don’t think you’ll like what we have to tell you.”

Taeyong snuck a glance at Yuta’s face, feeling the nerves start to creep up on him, but Yuta’s expression remained completely placated; he showed no indication of worry and this calmed Taeyong down a bit. Only a bit, though.

“Please, just tell me whatever it is,” said Yuta openly. “I’m sure I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Okay,” Jisung began, “essentially, Yamaguchi is holding Ms. Minatozaki hostage. They’ve got her working Miyazaki for cash as like, a sugar baby, but little does he know all the money he’s wiring his girl through shady Thai banks is really going right into the pockets of a yakuza clan.”

“We don’t know how she got mixed up with them,” explained Jeno, “but she is, and we’re pretty sure she’s doing it because they’ll hurt her if she doesn’t.”

Yamaguchi, Taeyong realized, would have to mean the Yamaguchi-gumi, only the largest criminal family in the country. How did his situation just keep growing more and more outlandish? Taeyong watched Yuta’s reaction and finally thought he caught a hardness seeping into his face.

“Fuck, Yamaguchi,” Yuta practically snarled. “Okay, this isn’t ideal but if we play it right and don’t allow them to catch wind of us, we could use this situation to our advantage. Did you get this straight from them?

“Yeah,” Jaemin assured, “we heard it from our contacts in the Yamaguchi-gumi! But listen, that’s why you need to make sure we have protection, because we’re really sticking our necks out for you and they might have more men but the Inagawa-kai owns Tokyo, so we expect you can manage to look out for us.”

“Oi, Jae, maybe you shouldn’t talk to a Shategashira like that,” warned Jisung.

Jaemin whipped around to look at his friend. “Listen, do we need to take this out to the roof or something? Because I’m just trying to ensure our safety and since you’re not down with that, I might as well give your ass a preemptive beating.”

“Come on, guys, let’s not cause a disruption,” said Jeno, laughing awkwardly and placing a hand on each of his friends’ shoulders. Then, he turned his attention to Yuta. “We humbly implore you, sir.” Still, Jaemin and Jisung continued arguing over him, that is, until Donghyuck slammed his bat on the ground with a resounding CLACK!

“Shut the fuck up, you guys!” The three young men all froze, silence reclaiming the space around them. Yuta’s face remained calm although Taeyong heard him let out an impatient sigh, and Taeyong himself had to suppress laughter. He used to be just like these boys.

Donghyuck continued. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t embarrass me in front of my boss, thank you.” He turned to Yuta. “Please excuse them, Shategashira .”

Yuta smirked. “Perfectly alright,” he said. “Jaemin-kun, I’m sympathetic to your concerns and I assure you that you will have ample protection from the Inagawa-kai be it from your friend, Donghyuck, Taeyong, or any of my men. You are also welcome to use our headquarters and safehouses if need be.”

Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin, let out a collective breath. “Thank you very much, sir.”

“Of course,” said Yuta. “We appreciate what you have done to help our mission, and I recognize that you did not have to. That being said, I hope you will understand that protection comes with a certain level of surveillance. With your proximity to our rivals, we have to be sure you can continue to be trusted.”

The three boys nodded nervously, exchanging reassuring looks with Donghyuck. “We understand, sir,” confirmed Jeno.

“Good,” said Yuta. “Well, then. Back to the matter at hand.”

“Do you –” Taeyong began, cutting himself off when he noticed everyone staring at him. They had probably forgotten he existed. “Sorry, um, do you think this thing with Ms. Minatozaki and the Yamaguchi-gumi has anything to do with us? With our plan?”

Yuta smiled, his first genuine smile that Taeyong had seen since their misunderstanding last week, and it caused a rush of pride to fill Taeyong.

“That’s an excellent question, Taeyong,” said Yuta. “Do you boys have any incite?”

Taeyong caught Jisung and Donghyuck sharing a brief, quizzical look.

“Well, we can’t be sure unless we talk to someone higher up,” began Jisung, “but that’s certainly a likelihood. I mean, they have their ways of finding things out just like you do, and I know they wouldn’t want you getting this deal.”

“My guess,” said Jaemin, “is that they’re going to blackmail their way into the meeting in a month and try to outmaneuver your Mitsubishi arrangement. It would be a ballsy move since, like I said, you guys are much more powerful within the city, but Yamaguchi are nothing if not ballsy, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d imagine you’re correct,” said Yuta. “That’s all for now, then. Thank you again, you three. Donghyuck?”

“Yes, Shategashira .”

“You stay with them. Taeyong and I will be heading out.”

Donghyuck saluted and his three friends bowed, thanking Yuta for his consideration.

***

“Starting to think like an investigator, I see,” remarked Yuta once he and Taeyong were back down on the street. Taeyong started.

“Oh, really? I – I just thought it was an obvious question. Sorry I interrupted.”

Yuta began to walk back in the direction they came and Taeyong followed. “You didn’t interrupt,” he said with a sideways smile. “No one was talking. Besides, that was about to be my next question. I’m just glad you’re starting to feel comfortable being involved.”

“Oh,” said Taeyong, not knowing what to say to that. He felt tingly even though he now knew he wasn’t supposed to. “Shategashira?”

“Mm?”

“Are you scared?”

Yuta laughed suddenly, making Taeyong jump and proving, at least, that his nerves were on edge. “Scared? There’s no use in being scared, Taeyong. Although I wouldn’t fault anyone if they were.” Yuta began walking once more. They were just clearing the overpass highway. “Are you?”

Taeyong thought for a moment. He’d been in plenty of fights and dangerous situations, so he was used to threat. If he was being honest, he wasn’t so much scared as he was consumed by a sense of dread.

“Not exactly,” Taeyong stated.

Yuta repeated, “Not exactly.” The lights of central Shibuya were slowly becoming visible – like an illuminated cargo ship on the sea at midnight. Taeyong weighed the appropriateness of bringing up what had happened between them four days earlier, getting the sense that Yuta was still trying to ignore it and move on. Taeyong felt like he needed closure, but Yuta began to speak before he could.

“I’m sorry this happened to you Taeyong,” said Yuta. Taeyong huffed. He was getting a bit sick of the pity speech. “No, listen for a minute. I know this situation seems really crazy, but I’ve been doing this since I was fifteen; been around it my whole life. I’ll handle anything that comes at me and anything that comes at you, alright? And I don’t underestimate you. You’re smart, a quick learner, and you’ve got spark. I know that because I’ve worked with people like you for a while now.”

“What people like me?” asked Taeyong. “ Zainichi ?”

“No, not just that,” Yuta clarified. “People who’ve had to scrap just to exist. That’s the exact type you want in this line of work. That’s why I have confidence in you. I know you can scrap.”

Yuta’s words soothed Taeyong, although he wanted to punch him at the same time. He knew this wasn’t exactly flirty – more like, professional encouragement? – but Taeyong felt like he was being led on by all the compliments.

“I see,” he said mildly. “I will try to live up to that.”

Yuta chuckled, exhausted by formal talk. “Are you tired, Taeyong?”

“Not really, actually.”

Yuta smiled. “Good, because I told Johnny we’d be joining.”

***

There had been almost no one in the area until Taeyong and Yuta got closer to central Shibuya. Almost. Taeyong had noticed someone shortly after agreeing to accompany Yuta to Johnny’s place; a man dressed in dark clothes and walking a good ways behind Taeyong and Yuta. He wasn’t doing anything in particular to call attention to himself, so Taeyong didn’t pay him any mind.

He didn’t pay any mind either when he noticed the man entering Shibuya station after them. The station handled millions of commuters every day, after all. It was only when he and Yuta had boarded the Shibuya line and he spotted the same man in the next car over that Taeyong instinctively brushed his hand over the interior pocket of his leather jacket, where his gun was hidden. Still, he assumed he was just being overly cautious. Yuta didn’t like using his car if he didn’t have to because the plates could be tracked, but Taeyong found himself wishing for the false protection of being alone in a personal vehicle.

“Akihabara-eki. Please be cautious of the closing doors.”

The electronic woman’s voice rang through the train as Taeyong and Yuta descended onto the platform. Taeyong glanced to his right, making a mental note that the same man was also getting off, and practically pulled Yuta towards the exit under the guise of trying not to get separated in the rush of passengers. He heard Donghyuck’s voice in his head: “ don’t let there be a strike three .”

Taeyong walked out ahead as he and Yuta started down Ameyokochō, passing food stalls and vendors of knock-off Nike sneakers.

“You know how to get there, right Taeyong?”

“YeahIdo,” Taeyong huffed, and Yuta grabbed at his hand to pull him around, stopping them both in the middle of the busy pedestrian street.

“Taeyong,” said Yuta, “are you just that eager to have some fun, or is something the matter?”

Taeyong’s body was jittery with the impulse to move, and it only got infinitely worse when he caught a glimpse of the same dark-clothed man over Yuta’s shoulder.

Taeyong yanked Yuta forward.

“Taeyong, what the fuck?” Yuta looked angry, eyes dark and brow knitted. If he hadn’t been so scared, Taeyong might have found the expression attractive.

“Shategashira, I’m very sure we’re being followed,” he explained, practically dragging both himself and Yuta through the crowd of evening revelers.

Yuta stole a glance behind them and confirmed Taeyong’s fear.

“Shit,” he said, “I think that’s Yamaguchi. Let’s go.”

Yuta took the lead this time, navigating their surroundings more efficiently than Taeyong had. Yuta had Taeyong bend his knees as they walked, trying to disrupt their pursuer’s vantage point, and Taeyong silently cursed Yuta for feeling the need to dye his hair. Finally, they came upon an alleyway they could use as a shortcut to Johnny’s bar, thinking they had managed to lose the man.

“Here,” said Yuta, pointing to a dumpster about halfway down the alley. “We need to hide behind this for a second, so he doesn’t see us when he passes.”

Taeyong, as designated lookout for Yuta during this whole operation, took it upon himself to peak out from their hiding spot in case something went wrong. He watched as throngs of passers by ignored the alley, but none of them were the tall, dark-clad Yamaguchi agent. Taeyong hadn’t been this nervous since high school, when every day he would return home for the day not knowing if there would be nationalist gang members waiting at his house to drag him away. Still, back then if he could get enough distance between him and his attackers, he was probably safe. Now, he knew for a fact, everyone who wanted to hurt him was carrying a gun. Every cell of his body felt like it was trying to evaporate; the only things grounding him being the metal heft of the revolver in his hand and the outline of Yuta in his peripheral vision, sitting on the ground and pulling Taeyong down to earth like a heavy stone.

“Why didn’t we just stay in the crowd? He couldn’t shoot that way,” asked Taeyong, voice uneven.

“Because,” Yuta explained, “this is more direct and if he keeps on our trail, he keeps on our trail. Better to get in a shootout with him here than guide him to all our colleagues and put them in danger too. He might have associates ready to pounce when they know the location of Johnny’s place. Just trust me on this.”

Taeyong sucked in a breath as he watched the man from Yamaguchi turn the corner down the alley. He’d been able to see them the whole time.

“Damnit!”

“We need to run,” said Yuta urgently. “We can’t stay here and let him get closer and corner us.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taeyong repeated, shaking and feeling fully gone as Yuta got to his feet next to him and the man stomped towards them.

Yuta took his gun out and Taeyong heard the click of the safety coming off. Yuta put a hand on Taeyong’s arm and looked him in the eyes, steady.

“Remember, Taeyong,” he said, “no use in being scared.” Yuta smiled his patented Cheshire Cat smile and with that was up and running before Taeyong could even think. Taeyong followed instinctively, turning around after a moment to check the progress of their assailant. His eyes went wide as the man slowed to pull something from his pocket – a gun, undoubtedly. Taeyong stopped and steadied himself and his weapon just in time to catch the black shine of the handle showing from behind the man’s jacket. No strike three, no strike three, no strike three!

“ Shategashira , look out!”

BLAM!

Taeyong stumbled half a step back, panting and letting the weight of the gun pull his hands down to his thighs.

“Holy shit…” he said, absently. The Yamaguchi member was a few yards from him and Yuta; where he’d been when Taeyong fired, struggling simultaneously to pull his collapsed right knee from the concrete and to pick up the gun he had lost his grip on when Taeyong shot him. Blood was seeping, dark and thick, from an open gash over his kneecap.

Taeyong watched as Yuta passed by his right shoulder, striding with brutal grace to the now pathetic man who had given Taeyong the fright of his life just a minute ago. He kicked the gun away before the man could get to it and then crouched on the ground next to him, holding a pistol to his head at point-blank range. Yuta looked pissed, but in a way that Taeyong had never seen before, like he could have skinned the guy alive and enjoyed it.

“Oi! What’s your name? What’s your position in the Yamaguchi-gumi? Are there others with you?” demanded Yuta.

“I’m not telling you anything, you, you fucker,” the man barely managed to get out with his ragged voice. “God damnit.”

Yuta stood back up and put his foot on the man’s thigh, just above his injured knee, pushing down. The man howled and Taeyong’s stomach churned at the horrifying scene.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” asked Yuta, laughing mirthlessly. “I know what you guys are up to. Seems foolish to try starting a gang war after such successful coexistence, but your leader’s always been a bit dim, hasn’t he?” Yuta nudged the man’s head with his gun as Taeyong started smelling iron.

“Shategashira, should we leave I –” Taeyong began, but Yuta cut him off, singularly focused.

“We have another three minutes or so until the police show up. Alright,” he continued, turning his attention back to his victim. “Never mind your name and rank. Tell me though, are you guys really going to go through with this? What are you doing with Minatozaki Sana?”

The man spat. “All I’ll say is that you Inagawa bastards will get what’s coming to you!” he panted. “We’ve let you have Tokyo for too long. You know how easily we’d take you down if we just tried? You think you’re intimidating? Fuck you.”

Yuta tutted, “that’s really too bad; you’ve wasted your chances. If your men are so confident why don’t they just attack already instead of sending in useless assassins like yourself?”

Yuta shot the man right through the head and Taeyong nearly shrieked, turning his head away immediately when he thought he saw something a little too pink to be blood hitting the brick wall on his left. He wanted to scream – wanted to ask Yuta how the hell he could bring himself to do that – but he found that he couldn’t speak. He realized all of a sudden that they were in public, noticing in terror that there were pedestrians trying to get a view of the alley.

“Hurry,” Yuta instructed, and Taeyong followed in horrified and awed silence until they reached the back door of Johnny’s pachinko bar.

Yuta stopped before going inside and clapped his palms over Taeyong’s shoulders. “Sorry you had to see that,” he said, lips curling just slightly. To Taeyong’s surprise, he didn’t feel any need to push Yuta away, despite knowing now the kind of shit he could do. “But remember all that to remind yourself that this is no joke.”

Taeyong nodded, eyes glued on Yuta’s, still in a bit of a stupor. “You need to stop apologizing,” he said, allowing himself a small smile. “It’s your ride and I’m just someone who fell into the sidecar. It’s not your fault and I’m not your responsibility.”

Yuta let out a breathy laugh. In the distance, Taeyong heard the quavering notes of police sirens.

“We should get into the party,” said Yuta, “but before we do, thank you. You saved me, Taeyong.”

Taeyong couldn’t even process the statement before Yuta was turning and slipping through the door.

The music which had been seeping through the door came at Taeyong with a pulverizing intensity when he got inside. He found himself in a grimy pachinko hall with machines, booths, and orange lighting. On the wall next to the door was a fully stocked bar manned by a yellow-Hawaiian-shirt-clad Johnny. Every member of the Inagawa-kai’s 15th Tora regiment had congregated around the bar along with Jaehyun and a few young women Taeyong didn’t recognize. The room was cloudy with smoke, but despite the assault on their lungs, Mark and Donghyuck had cleared a couple tables in the middle of the room to do some kind of pre-choreographed dance to the song that was currently playing. Taeyong was pretty sure it was “Back on the Chain Gang” by the Pretenders.

There was a general noise of excitement when Yuta made his way into the room, followed by a smaller whoop for Taeyong.

“You made it!” said Johnny, gleefully.

“Man, you look like shit, Shategashira ,” observed Jungwoo.

“Oh yeah?” mocked Yuta, “while guess what, I’m still sexier than you so who’s the real winner here?”

“Oooooh shit! You just got destroyed, man,” Mark interjected, pausing his routine. Jungwoo rolled his eyes.

Taeyong wanted to plaster himself against the wall like one of the traditional watercolor prints of tigers that Johnny had up. He couldn’t understand how Yuta’s demeanor could change so dramatically so quickly.

“In all seriousness, though,” said Yuta, “today has not been easy.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny asked, “come sit. I’ll make you a drink and you can decompress. You too, Taeyong.”

Johnny served Taeyong a Sapporo (“that’s all you want?”) and broke out the Suntory he kept for special occasions for Yuta as Yuta recounted their encounter with the Yamaguchi-gumi. By the end, everyone was stunned into a brief silence as David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance,” played like an ironic joke in the background.

“Shit,” said Doyoung, “this is going to throw a wrench in things. At least we know their plan. But they can’t know we know.”

“Agreed,” said Yuta, sipping his whiskey. “Anyway, I know this is a bit of a bomb for us, but this was supposed to be a fun night and I didn’t come here with the intention of bumming you all out. We’ll have plenty of time to work it out tomorrow.”

“Wait!” said Donghyuck, approaching Taeyong at the bar. “Johnny, can I get a shot of shochu?”

Taeyong looked at Donghyuck with curious eyes, still a bit scared of the kid.

“I propose a toast,” Donghyuck declared once he’d been handed his drink, “to our new man Taeyong for showing his stuff and watching out for our Shategashira !”

He and Taeyong exchanged a smile as Taeyong protested weakly. No one heard him.

“ Kanpai !” the whole room yelled.

Taeyong cringed. “ Kanpai…eyy…arigato, arigato …” he mumbled, doing jazz hands for some reason.

“Now LET’S DANCE!” yelled Taeil from somewhere behind the bar, and everyone spluttered laughter at his enthusiastic drunken English. It didn’t deter a girl in a blue silk minidress from sauntering over to him, though. Hoo, wouldn’t that be easy? thought Taeyong, taking a swig of his beer.

One beer turned into two; then three, then four, then who knows how many? The relative mildness of the drink was stopping even lightweight Taeyong from acting out, but he did note with a bit of concern that he hadn’t eaten anything since that onigiri at lunch. Maybe he should stop.

“Need another?” asked Johnny. Or not .

“Sure.” A very pretty girl in a printed knit dress came up behind Johnny while he was getting another Sapporo from the fridge. With the short-sleeved shirt Johnny had on, Taeyong could see all the intricate tattoos which practically writhed over his arms. He realized that he’d never seen Yuta’s arms before, wondering if they looked like that too.

Taeyong watched apathetically as the girl tried to dance against Johnny and he whispered to her that she needed to calm down while he got his friend a drink. Taeyong wished, stupidly, that it was him and Yuta. He tried to remind himself that Yuta was a sociopath who didn’t want him anyway, but sadly, that didn’t help.

“You want a shot in this?” Johnny finally asked, referring to the beer, more of a suggestion than a question. “A shot for the shooter?”

“Why not?” Taeyong wondered aloud by way of an answer, ignoring the dreading feeling which came back at the mention of the shooting. Johnny poured a shot of shochu in the beer and handed it back to Taeyong. The resulting beverage already made Taeyong’s head hurt in anticipation of the next morning.

“Mina-chan,” Johnny snapped sardonically when the girl tried again to get a rise out of him, “why don’t you get to know Taeyong here? He’s new; you’ll like him. Talk about knee-capping bad guys or makeup or something, I don’t care!” Taeyong flinched at the mention of makeup, wondering if it was a subtle jab at his sexuality. He figured it was nothing though, while also making a mental note that Johnny was a bit of a dick when drunk.

Mina sat down on the stool next to Taeyong, sighing and sipping from her lemon sour. Then she smiled, and Taeyong was knocked out by the sheer aesthetic beauty of it.

“Hey,” she said. “Man of the hour.”

Taeyong tripped over a response, finally settling lamely on “I don’t know about that.”

“Oi!” Taeil was yelling somewhere, so loudly that Taeyong and Mina had to place their conversation on pause. “Johnny!”

“Yeah?” said Johnny, holding a rag and looking up from a shelf under the bar.

“Do these machines work?” asked Taeil, looking pretty out of it at this point as he fawned over the pachinko machines.

“Like, in general?”

“No, right now.”

Johnny sighed. “Not really, Tae, I turned them off. Why do you care?”

“I wanna play!” Taeil slurred. Taeyong giggled when he saw Doyoung make a face that communicated something along the lines of ‘kill me now’ and down the rest of his highball.

“You don’t wanna play that anyway, man,” said Johnny, throwing the rag over his shoulder. “They’re rigged. I don’t want you losing a bunch of money and then blaming me tomorrow.”

“Rigged? Really?” asked Taeil, incredulous. “That’s kind of crooked, man.”

Johnny threw his hands up in exasperation.

“A n y w a y,” Mina restarted. “So, you’re new. How did that happen?”

Taeyong recounted the story of how he had fallen into his position with the Inagawa-kai and would probably be going insane if it weren’t for Yuta, funnily enough. He omitted the part where he pined for a week and then got flatly rejected.

Apparently, the situation behind the bar was continuing to deteriorate even past Taeil’s outbursts, because once Taeyong finished the broad strokes of his story, there was yet another interruption.

Jaehyun, who had spent most of the gathering sat in a booth, flirting with a girl, came out of nowhere into the center of the space and pointed at Yuta, who was in the middle of a conversation with Mark.

“Yuta-san! My friend! I have been dared to wrestle you!” He was grinning and looking hyper charged and chilled out at the same time.

Yuta balked. “Me?? You really want to do that?”

“I’ve been dared!” Jaehyun repeated. “A true man must fight with honor when the occasion is upon him!”

Mark started to do the thing where he spazzed out all over the place instead of laughing. Now the whole room was balking.

“I think he needed to be cut off a while ago,” Taeyong whispered to Mina. She just sighed.

“I bet you there’s something a lot stronger than booze in him,” she said, voice resigned.

“Well alright then,” Yuta agreed, getting up just like that and rolling up his sleeves to reveal the tattoos Taeyong had figured would be there as Jungwoo and Mark cleared some tables away to make room.

“To the death!” said Jaehyun, pointing at Yuta again.

“Um – no!” yelled Johnny.

“Let’s ignore them,” Mina suggested, swiveling her stool to face Taeyong.

“Sounds good.” The two of them clinked glasses as the sounds of a physical struggle mixed with the rhythm of “Cat’s Eye” by Anri coming from the jukebox.

“They’re tiring, huh?” Mina prompted.

“Tell me about it,” Taeyong felt the hard alcohol in his drink burning the back of his throat as he took a sip. “You ever seen someone get killed, Mina?”

Mina’s expression looked flatly put-off for a moment before she gathered it back up. “No, Taeyong, I can’t say that I have.”

“Sorry,” Taeyong said, feeling like an idiot. “That’s really morbid, huh? I just – I’m still kind of in shock and this party’s been a lot for me to process.”

“Yeah,” said Mina, eyes skimming over her knees. “I bet. You know how I met Johnny?”

“How?”

“The oldest profession,” she said.

Taeyong’s brow furrowed for a second. “Oh! Oh…”

“It’s alright, I know it’s unglamorous,” said Mina.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to sound judgmental – I promise.”

“No, no, I know. But listen, I think if I was a guy who’d grown up in my same situation I’d probably be sitting where you are, and in all honestly after watching the kind of things Johnny gets himself into, I really don’t know if I’d be equipped to handle it. You want my advice?”

“Sure?”

Mina leaned in so she could whisper over the fight and the music. “Do what you can to get out of this as quick as possible. I know you’re worried higher ups than these guys will track you down if you try to run off, and you’re right about that, but the minute the Oyabun and Wakagashira decide you can be trusted you should remove yourself. That’s what I’d do.”

Taeyong nodded, a little too out of it to know how to respond. He settled on a mildly accusatory “But you stay.”

“I’m not the one getting shot at,” said Mina. “Today? That was just the tip of the iceberg.” She shrugged and looked at Johnny, “besides, I have someone pulling me in.”

I do too , Taeyong wanted to say but couldn’t, only in part because it wasn’t fully true.

Mina turned her attention to the wrestling match happening on the tile floor and Taeyong followed suit. Jaehyun was cackling and holding a yelling Yuta down below him. The image made Taeyong feel like he had consumed something stronger than alcohol.

Johnny came around to Taeyong and Mina on his way to the jukebox. “Watch this,” he said with a smirk. After fiddling with it for a couple seconds the telltale opening strings of “Come on Eileen” filled the room and the fight was being broken up in favor of dancing. Everyone jumped around, yelling whatever version of the lyrics they could and making fun of the actual English speakers when they admitted even they didn’t understand what was being said. This is how Taeyong came to learn that Johnny and Mark had each grown up in North America as the children of yakuza outpost members, and Jaehyun had gone to boarding school in Connecticut.

The drinks, bouncing around, and singing were really starting to shake the memory of earlier in the day out of Taeyong’s brain and by the end of the night, he was barely worrying about Mina’s warnings.

***

Everyone had gone home except for Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta. The former two were in the alley having a smoke and getting some air, so this left Taeyong and Yuta alone inside.

Yuta let out a big breath and spun around in the middle of the room. His hair and clothing were stiff with dried sweat and he had some bruises on his arms and his left cheek.

“What a day!”

“You alright?” asked Taeyong, parking himself in a nearby chair and eyeing his boss’s mild injuries.

“Aish,” Yuta jested, flexing his arms as if he were really in pain. Then, he broke out into a grin and laughed, waving Taeyong off. “Nah, I’m alright. Would’a had him if Johnny hadn’t intervened.”

Taeyong giggled. “Sure.”

“Oi!” Yuta started laughing harder. “I’ll have you punished for insubordination!”

Sounds good . “Sorry, Shategashira. You’re right; you are the manliest.”

Yuta hopped into a walk towards the jukebox. “We should dance!”

How was he not completely out of energy?? After a moment, “Overkill” by Men at Work started to play.

“I love this song,” Yuta remarked as if he hadn’t chosen it. “Come on, dance! That’s an order.”

Taeyong got up sluggishly and started to move in rhythm with Yuta from across the room. Yuta kept pulling silly faces and making Taeyong laugh in his way where the sounds seemed to keep getting caught in his throat on their way out.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Yuta asked.

“It was nice,” said Taeyong. “I felt like part of the group.”

“Good,” said Yuta, dancing closer and eventually getting right into Taeyong’s personal space, outstretching his hands next to Taeyong’s hips, palms up. Slowly, Taeyong placed his hands over Yuta’s, staring his dance partner in the eyes and knowing that his must have appeared full of uncertainty. As if by a natural force, Taeyong’s fingers slipped into the slots between Yuta’s and they swayed like that silently for a few seconds. It was a good feeling, and Taeyong let his eyes close just long enough to enjoy it.

“Yu – Shategashira ,”

“Mm?”

“What are you doing?”

Yuta looked back into Taeyong’s eyes and then flickered his gaze away, a breathy smile tracing over his lips.

“I’m thanking you for saving my life,” he said, plainly.

“You already did that,” Taeyong all but whispered.

“Not in the way I wanted to,” Yuta mumbled. “Not in the way you deserve.”

Yuta pulled a centimeter closer and Taeyong felt like his skin was an electric grid. He let out an involuntary gasp as Yuta sighed close to his ear.

“Tell me, Taeyong,” he continued, voice thick with liquor, “do you think I’m a monster?”

“Think you’re a monster? No! No, Shategashira , don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think that. I was just – scared. I know I said I wasn’t earlier today but that was before…I don’t think you’re a monster. Anyone with your position would have done the same thing – would have been expected to, even.”

“You’re a very kind person, Taeyong,” Yuta observed. “I hope you know that.”

“Thank you…” Taeyong smiled to himself at the compliment.

Yuta pulled back an inch and flashed his gaze over Taeyong’s face. “Would it be too much for me to kiss you?” he asked.

Taeyong felt like all his organs were shutting down at once. How was this happening? Hadn’t Yuta said no? Hadn’t that ultimately been the right decision for both of their safety? Taeyong froze, only able to watch Yuta’s beautiful face and babble god knows what – he didn’t know. Finally, he managed to spit out, “but I thought you didn’t want me.”

Yuta looked genuinely hurt. “I never said that, Taeyong,” he clarified. “And what I did say was a mistake. I’m trying to make up for that.”

Taeyong nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay I can kiss you?”

“Mm-hm.”

And that was all it took. Yuta pressed his soft lips to Taeyong’s and they stayed there like that as any awareness of the outside world grew fuzzy. It was gentle enough that Taeyong didn’t know if it was perfect or if he wanted more. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn’t have to decide right then, because just as he was beginning to melt fully into the kiss, he heard Johnny and Jaehyun chatting as they walked back inside. Yuta pulled away quickly, but even if neither man had seen anything, the position Taeyong was in with him was incriminating enough. Taeyong’s face flushed so hard it almost turned violet as Johnny and Jaehyun snickered. Yuta, thankfully, was relatively cool enough to handle the situation.

“You two go on ahead. Taeyong and I will stay and lock up,” he offered.

“Alright, Shategashira ,” said Johnny slyly. “You do that.”

As the last two stragglers got ready to leave, Taeyong felt himself begin to panic. He was pretty sure all of Yuta’s friends knew about his sexuality, but he couldn’t remember if he had ever confirmed that fact or if he’d just inferred it. Finally, he was alone again with Yuta.

“Sorry about that,” said Yuta.

“I told you to stop apologizing to me,” Taeyong mumbled.

“Right.” Yuta sat next to Taeyong on a chair and pretended to zip his mouth shut. Taeyong laughed.

“They…know, right?” asked Taeyong and Yuta’s eyes went as round as coins.

“Oh, my god, yes! They do! Don’t worry about them. They’re obnoxious for other reasons.”

Taeyong finally let himself relax into his seat. “Good,” he breathed.

“Taeyong,” said Yuta, his voice taking on a darkness it didn’t have before and Taeyong looked at him expectantly. “Come here.”

Taeyong stood and traversed the couple of feet between them. Yuta patted his lap and Taeyong thought he was going to faint. He didn’t. Instead, he straddled Yuta hesitantly and let the man below him look him up and down, gaze sharp.

“Is this good?” he asked.

Yuta skimmed his hands lightly over the seams in Taeyong’s jeans. “Yeah it’s good,” he said. “You’re so good.”

Taeyong closed his eyes at that and let out a choked sound.

“Ah,” remarked Yuta, using his right hand to ruffle Taeyong’s hair and then brush over his cheek. “Yonggie likes praise, then?”

“Mm, mm-hm,” Taeyong confirmed, leaning into the soothing movements.

“Can I touch you?”

Taeyong nodded. “Yes please.”

This time, Yuta let his palms run flat over Taeyong’s thighs and up to his hips, causing Taeyong to wriggle in his lap. Yuta pulled Taeyong forward into another kiss, deeper and more insistent this time. It felt sloppy and wet and Taeyong absolutely loved it; couldn’t help himself from grinding his hips just a little bit, although when Yuta noticed this, he tried to hold him in place.

When Yuta pulled away, Taeyong let his face hover nearby, pink and panting. Yuta’s lips were glossy and somewhat swollen, and he was looking at Taeyong like he was about to disappear and needed to be studied thoroughly so he could be remembered. Yuta’s hands roamed over Taeyong’s back, slipping under his shirt.

“ Shategashira ,” Taeyong said in surprise before he had adjusted to the temperature of Yuta’s skin. Yuta burst out in whooping laughter, throwing his head back in a way that made Taeyong both nervous and aroused. God , Taeyong thought, hands going to his mouth out of nervous habit, Yuta was going to devastate him.

When Yuta came back up for air, he stared at Taeyong in mock incredulity. “Oh, stop playing with your lips,” he said. “You’re always doing that and it drives me crazy.”

Taeyong ripped his hand away, embarrassed. “What was so funny?”

“If we’re going to do this, you need to drop the title, Taeyong. Just call me by my name,” Yuta explained, holding Taeyong’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger as if chiding a child. Taeyong loved it. All of it. He smirked.

“What if I like it?” he challenged.

Now it was Yuta smirking. “Oh? Taeyong likes titles, hm?” he leaned forward to start kissing up Taeyong’s neck and Taeyong mewled. “You like feeling like I’m in charge, even now,” he teased between kisses, “hm, sweetheart?”

That was all Taeyong could take. He started grinding again and this time, Yuta didn’t stop him.

“Yes, Shategashira . I like it so much.” Yuta sucked a love bite into the skin over Taeyong’s collarbone and Taeyong hissed.

“Pretty,” Yuta admired absently when he pulled away. Taeyong was so lost in feeling that it took him until this moment to notice the pressure that had started to build against his thigh. He looked down at where Yuta was straining against his black jeans. If he was being honest, he was getting a little uncomfortable himself.

“Yuta,” he breathed, forgetting all about power play for a second. Yuta chuckled.

“I know,” he said, “I didn’t really mean for that to happen but here we are.”

Taeyong raised his eyebrows cutely. “Would you like me to help you with that, Shategashira ?” He was ready to drop to his knees at a moment’s notice, so he felt a little disappointed when Yuta waved him off.

“No, no. Let me handle it. I have an idea.”

Taeyong watched silently as Yuta pulled himself out of his pants and started to stroke himself, looking directly at Taeyong. Taeyong’s eyes went wide and he licked his lips. Yuta’s wasn’t the biggest cock Taeyong had ever seen, but it wasn’t small either and what it lacked in length it made up for in girth.

“Fuck, Taeyong, unzip your pants.”

Taeyong made quick work of his fly and let Yuta reach out and pull down the front of his boxers. Yuta pumped Taeyong a couple of times, making Taeyong gasp when his thumb traced over the head of his cock, then instructed him to move up a little on his lap. Taeyong watched as Yuta spit on his palm and wrapped his hand around both of them, letting out a gut-punched moan at the contact.

“Shit, Shategashira , ahh.”

Taeyong tried to let go and focus on the slide of Yuta’s hand on one side and his cock on the other, but he couldn’t help thinking how lewd this was: him perched on Yuta’s lap, face mottled with red splotches, starting to leak onto Yuta’s hand and the clothing that they were both still wearing.

Yuta moaned and Taeyong felt himself twitch, hips jerking into the partial ring of Yuta’s grip. Pleasure radiated from where Yuta was touching him all the way up to his head, stopping to pool hotly at the base of his stomach.

“You asked if I thought about you,” Yuta murmured, speeding up his rhythm. “I should have told you the truth, which is that I did. All the time. Sometimes at night I’d imagine you on my lap like this, or in my bed.”

Taeyong made a choked noise and Yuta leaned forward to pepper kisses over his cheeks. “But you’re so much better in real life.” Yuta made a sound in Taeyong’s ear somewhere between a moan and a sigh and laughed darkly. “Did you think about me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, Shategashira , I did. I tried not to, but I didmmmmmmm…” Taeyong cut himself off with a groan when Yuta pushed his thumb over Taeyong’s slit. The sensations were starting to overwhelm him.

“Yuta?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Taeyong shivered, his hips beginning to twitch in fits and starts.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Whenever you need to, Yonggie.” Yuta tried to speed up his strokes one more time. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Taeyong held onto Yuta’s shoulders and Yuta kissed him again as he spasmed through his release, the sounds he made getting muffled by Yuta’s mouth. When he pulled away, Yuta was grinning and still stroking him through his aftershocks, the movements slicked now by a new layer of Taeyong’s come. The sight made whatever was left of Taeyong’s brain go numb.

All of a sudden, Taeyong was so sensitive that he felt like needles were pricking at his skin.

“Ah, ah, okay, stop, Shategashira , please,” he pleaded, squirming.

Yuta allowed Taeyong to pull himself away and closed his eyes, focused on achieving his own release. Taeyong took advantage of the moment to kneel on the floor between Yuta’s thighs, and when Yuta reopened his eyes, he was the one twitching.

“Oh, my god Taeyong,” he growled.

“It’s okay, I like this. Please, Shategashira , I want your come.”

Taeyong opened his mouth and stared up at Yuta. Within seconds, his pose had the desired effect: Yuta was groaning and coming over Taeyong’s mouth. Taeyong licked his lips as Yuta watched, spasming and rubbing himself slowly; his heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Taeyong shimmied a little closer and lapped innocently at the head of Yuta’s cock, and Yuta threw his hands over his face.

“Ooooh, my god, Yong…”

Taeyong kept at it until Yuta started to squirm, reveling in the idea that he had made the cool, collected badass that was Nakamoto Yuta come undone like this.

“Alright, alright,” Yuta said, guiding Taeyong back to his lap with a hand on his scalp. Once there, Yuta stuck his dick back in his underwear haphazardly and brushed his fingers through Taeyong’s hair.

“Did you like it, Shategashira ?” asked Taeyong, eyes blown out.

“Like it? I thought you were going to kill me there for a second. You were so good, getting on your knees for me.”

Taeyong giggled.

“Did you like it, Taeyong?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I liked it a lot. Thank you.”

Yuta chuckled, pulling Taeyong in for one more kiss. He sighed after.

“Okay, I know Johnny has clean towels in here somewhere. Don't go anywhere; I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay.” Yuta pecked Taeyong on the nose for good measure before he stood, and when Taeyong got up to let Yuta off the chair he almost fell over, barely managing to steady himself.

Yuta returned with a clean one of Johnny’s bar rags that he’d run under some water and cleaned them both off.

“Okay,” he said thoughtfully. “That’s better.” He considered the rag. “I’m going to need to bring this home with me to wash.”

Taeyong blushed and Yuta pulled him into his side, looking around. “Not a very romantic setting, is it?”

“No,” agreed Taeyong.

“Next time we’ll go somewhere better and I’ll make love to you properly,” said Yuta, casually.

Next time.

Yuta continued, “we should probably lock up like I said we would and get out of here, hm?”

“Yeah.”

Yuta kissed Taeyong’s cheek and practically charged towards the front door, throwing Taeyong a small key. “I’m getting the front, so you get the back, okay?”

“Okay.”

Taeyong felt like he was high for the rest of the night and could barely get himself to sleep despite the knowledge that tomorrow would be a busy day. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He wished he could visit the version of himself that existed only days earlier and share the good news. Maybe, he thought, this whole insane situation he’d found himself in would work out for the best after all.

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