#MUJIN

[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Bruised And Broken

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: kidnapping, fight scene, torturing, mention of blood and wounds, burning reader’s skin (idk how to word it better), implied past intimate scene (type of), sexual tension

author’s note: sooo this is my first post after a while of not writing anything so you can think of it as a warm up and if you enjoyed this part make sure to check my masterlist. There is no other right now (lol) but I hope there will be :) And thank you for giving a chance to my fic. Love youu

Ropes tight around ankles. upside down and the whole world is spinning. In the middle of nowhere with no possible contact with the organization.

I am fucked, badly. You thought.

No ending tortures just to make you speak -even the thought was ridiculous honestly-.

Questions about Mujin, Dongcheon, the business. All the stuff they had nothing to do with.

It all started a lot prettier.

First try, sweet offers and kind talks. "Tell us this and you will never have to worry about money ever again." lame, you thought. After the very first time that they offered you money all you could think about was how much you would give away to see Mujin’s reaction. You could see his handsome face in the back of your eyes. His intimidating gaze, the between his lips as a side slightly raises up in a mocking way. Only a fool would believe that money could buy loyalty. That it would lead them to success, power. Mujin knew better.

Then they took a stupid guess. Thinking you were not accepting their offer cause you were scared. "Don’t be afraid of mujin, we'll protect you." they said. Little did they also knew they didn't stood a chance. They liked to think that they could.

Sooner or later they realized they were going nowhere with offers. Then they decided on something else. Second try, threat.

Nothing did the job.

You wondered how many days had been since the first knife blow that drew your belly red with your own blood, now the whole fucking room was covered of it, let alone your bruised body. You kept blaming yourself , how did you not realize that their loyalty no longer served for Mujin. How you fell right into their traps all alone. A part of you didn't even wanted to be saved. Even the imagination of Mujin’s disappointed eyes hurt you more than any wound on your body. You were not ready to face the real one. Your body was getting weaker every passing day with the lack of food and the countless hits you endured every few hours. You did not have much time, you could feel it.

The sudden bucket of water pouring down your body woke you from your unconscious state. The man with the ugly smile stood before you upside down. His hand grabbing a fist full of your hair to bring your face closer as he smiled. "Wakey wakey, dollface." he was unnesecarelly loud. "Do you feel like talking today?" he asked. His smile grew like he was happy by your lack of response. It used to piss him off. You frowned, your guts telling you to open your eyes to see what he was up to. So you forced them to and realized the mini red gas cylinder. "You know dollface, I've been thinking lately what should I do to you next. Then guess what, I saw this." his voice was sadistic as he pointed to the red gas cylinder. "And I had an idea. I thought I should get rid of that tatto and maybe then you would start acting less like a fucking loyal dog, huh? You'll be less of being like one of them and who knows maybe you would use that pretty little mouth of yours and give me what I want. Huh, how about that ?" he asked you as if you were talking about weather.

You sick bastard, you wanted to say only if you had the energy for it. But even though you gave him no reaction, the thought of your tatto getting ruined made your heart ache. The tatto was not just a symbol, it was a reminder. A reminder that you belonged to somewhere. That you were not alone.

He walked to the red cylinder with a thong in his hand, he was holding a round metal piece in the size of the tatto with it. He heated the metal as a manicing smile formed on his lips, he was enjoying this. When he was satisfied with its temperature, he walked back to you. "Are you ready dollface?" it wasn't really a question. Without giving you to get ready for the incoming pain he pressed the hot metal on your chest. And he finally made you scream out of pain. Only for a moment, though. You quickly studied yourself and kept all of it in. He didn't like it, he wanted to hear that scream again and again. After reheating the metal he came back. He pressed it on your chest without waiting a second. "Anything that comes to your mind that you'd like to share with me?" his sarcasm making your ears bleed. You couldn't held back your screams and you cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction.

Then something happened, you heard a door breaking. After that, the chaos followed. You would recognized the voice of blade cutting through someone's skin at anytime and now wasn't the exception.

The organization will protect you.

Now it was your time to smirk at his face. To enjoy every bit of his smirk fading and leaving its place to panic. He threw the thong away and rushed to the side to release the knot on the rope and slowly lowered you to the floor. He grabbed one of the knifes he's been using on you and released your ankles but wrists remained tied together. He was aware how little time he had and he was panicking. He dragged you to your feet and pressed your back on his front with a knife pressed to your neck. You couldn't move a muscle while they waited facing the door, waiting for the storm to come in. You didn't have the energy.

Eyelids too heavy and mind too dizzy. But every inch of your body felt his presence. No aura can compete, no traitor can no longer breathe.

You forced your eyes open, every bit of you were craving to feel his eyes. But also afraid of what you might find there.

Mujin stood still and took in what was in front of him. A table full of all type of tools, most of them tinted red, ruined clothes next to it. Your blood all over the place, all wounds and bruises on display. His eyes finally landed on yours.

There he was, looking way too perfect right in front of you. Looking as presentable as ever while you stood in your underwear's in front of all those man. Bruised and broken. You saw something in his eyes for a split second, an emotion. But what was it?

Sympathy? Disappointment? Or worse, pity? No, no. Please don't be pity.

You would be more ashamed by it more than all the gazes on your too bare skin. How ironic, isn’t it?

The man behind you tightened his grip, "Stay away. If I die, she dies." he was playing his last cards. There was no way out of this for him. He knew it too. You gulped and turn your eyes to Taeju. His eyes were burning with rage as he took in your state. You also took in his. Hair a little messy, some blood stains on his shirt. None of his own. The thought made your lips quirk a little. Of course none of it was his own. Then you saw the blade in his hand and you found your plan to get out of the mans grip. You and Taeju locked eyes, you knew he read right through your eyes but Taeju saw nothing that he liked there. You felt Mujin’s eyes too. He was well aware that you were up to something. You communicated well in silence. Both man trying to make you stop with their eyes. You kept your eyes on Taeju, cause if you saw the order in his eyes you would have no other option but obey him. You did not want that.

Taeju shook his head in a slow motion. But gulped with acceptance when he saw the determination in your eyes.

You no longer could hear any of the threats the guy swayed around. Only kept your eyes locked with your partner as you waited for the right moment to make your move.

Just when the guy pointed his knife through them instead of your neck you collected every energy remaining in your system and get back in your fighting mode. You threw your head back in full force. The guy groaned in pain with the unexpected hit and released his grip around your body. With a swift motion you kicked the wrist of the hand that he held the knife with. As the knife hit the floor you also dropped to the very same cold floor and leave the rest to your partner. Taeju threw his knife right on the guys neck without waiting a second and rushed to your side.

Mujin was faster. The moment he read the situation he step further and catch you before you hit your head.

The drug lord, on his knees, what a sight.

Mujin quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around your almost naked body. You were nearly unconscious in his arms. Couldn't keep your eyes open. Even the little bit healed wounds were open back with your kick. Your shallow breaths were signs of your hurt.

You needed a professional's help, quick.

Without leaving a time for you to protest Mujin took your whole body in his hold and carried you with an arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your head resting on his chest. Your last words were: "I'm sorry."

…

Two weeks has passed while you were unconscious. Mujin brought you to the temple after your rescue. Made sure you were well taken care of and safe. He came to visit you every other day and ordered Taeju to do so at the days that he couldn't. You were his second subordinate, your health mattered. And that was the only reason of his worries and sleepless nights while you were nowhere to be found. He deceived himself into thinking that that was it.

He may or may not succeed it.

There were some things Mujin never welcomed in his organization nor his business. But the top of the list belonged to the traitors. He worked extra hard on the topic after the incident. Making sure the same thing never happens ever again. He blamed himself just like you blamed yourself.

I shouldn’t have send her there alone. I should have been more careful.

While Mujin was on his car driving, you woke up. Slowly recognizing where you were, you knew the place. Your whole body aching, you slowly got up. Trying to remember what happened, you walked to the full length mirror. Carefully holding the sweater up to check on your wounds. It was hard to tell, all of it was covered with white bandages. Eyeing around the room, everything looked like how you remembered it. The only new thing was the folded clothes and a hair tie on the wooden desk, waiting for you. An idea of fresh shower became too hard to resist and you took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Warm water running through your body was relaxing with a little bit of pain. You took the wet bandages off to replace them after shower with fresh ones. You checked your wounds, they looked better than you last remembered but they still needed time to fully recover. You took your time in the shower and after shower. Re-bandaged yourself with the kit in the bathroom, brushed your hair with your fingers as best as you could. Then you decided to braid your hair like you do it all the time while you work. A part of your unique uniform, giving that you are the only female in the Dongcheon. While the men wears black suits with white shirt, your uniform was looking presentable. By all means. Mostly wearing black or white, hair usually braided and that was it.

You opened the door to get back in the room without knowing you had a visitor. Boss. Mujin.

He was dressed in all black with a long coat. His cigarette between his lips, a hand in the pocket. watching outside from the open doors. He turned his face to acknowledge you. You quickly bowed after you two made an eye contactact.

You were tense and he was aware.

"Did I kept you waiting for too long?" You asked after a while to fill the silence.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered, "Hmm."

"I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything back. Kept smoking his cigarette in silence. After standing next to door for a whole minute watching him awkwardly you decided to do your own business. You grabbed the hair tie on the desk and went back to the mirror. Your back turned to Mujin so that you could act like he wasn't there and unnerve your tensed muscles. Right when you saw your reflection in the mirror you realized that you did not wear the sweater on after bandaging yourself.

Nothing he hadn't seen multiple times before anyway but...

Another realization midway, you were right in front of him with only a bra on your upper body and he didn't even glance.

You gulped, how should I feel about that?

You could have linger on that thought for way longer if you didn't get distracted by something else. Your tattoo. No, your ruined tatto. You held out your arms to braid your hair with your eyes focused on your chest. Something was hurting, either the cuts on your arms or your heart, you didn't know. Like how you didn't know there was another pair of eyes on your body. Watching you secretly.

When you turned your back to him, Mujin started watching you more freely. He saw the look on your face and didn't like what it made him feel. He took long steps and stopped right behind you. He held your hands in your hair and whispered, "Let me,". He slowly pulled the hair tie from your wrist, taking his time while doing so, enjoying the little contact you were sharing.

You took a deep breath and obeyed. Letting your hands drop to your sides.

Mujin caught the rhythm change on your breathing and your muscles tensing. Your figure standing straighter, he was well aware of your body reacting to him. He braided your wet hair, his fingers touching your skin then and there. He caught on the shivers too.

You watched him through the mirror. Carefully working on your hair, gentle as ever. His scent mixed with cigarette filling your insides. You didn't realize how much you missed it until he was this close.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a low tone.

You decided to be honest, "Hurts but nothing unbearable."

Silence, again. It was your turn to fill it.

"I’m sorry." You apologized again. You both knew what it was for.

He remained silent, finishing the braid. Your head dropped down. You needed him to say something, anything. Every passing second tightened in your chest. Desperate for his reaction, to know what he was thinking of the situation, of you.

Mujin tied your hair and gently held your arms at both sides. He silently smelled your hair. Loud enough to make you suspicious of it, not enough to be sure whether he did it or not.

You turned around, thinking about apologizing again. You were not ready to look in his eyes just yet but when he held your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You knew it was a silent command.

Look at me.

You obeyed, like always.

"It wasn’t your fault."

Right when you opened your mouth to say otherwise he closed it for you. "It wasn’t."

You looked in his dark eyes, you felt relieved. He didn't look disappointed in you, you could finally let out the breath she was holding in now.

Faces too close, lips inches apart. You wondered who you were right now.

Boss and his subordinate? CEO and his servant? Muse and his admirer? Or just Mujin and Aera?

While you were deep in thoughts Mujin’s hand snaked to the back of your neck from your chin. Holding you form as he pressed his lips to your temple. Too light to consider as a kiss but still there.

You held yourself back from clinging to his collar and beg for more. Afraid of losing the little contact you were having so you stood still.

"I'm glad you are okay."

His voice too low you thought you imagined it, almost. Without giving you time to process any part of this interaction, he stepped back. Putting distance between your bodies before it gets risky. You were too stunned to speak, to move.

"You need to rest." he was leaving.

He took off a phone from his pocket and handed to you. "Contact us if you need anything."

In another word: you are staying here.

You simply nodded, there was no use of denying him.

You watched him leave through the door without another glance.

Boss and his subordinate. You decided on. But at least his.

[mugentakeda]

long time no mujin

[sillyabtmusic]

'Warning' Performance MV

[kittyshma]

every mugen x jin sexual scenario is like jin thinking "I already knew I was kinda gay but am I also a freak?" while mugen is "I already knew I was a freak but am I also kinda gay?"

[mujiniz]

Mujin ↯ Energy (240521)

[peaxhxhair]

Hi! Can you please headcanons for Choi Mujin and Do Gangjae? when his enemy kidnaps his partner to take revenge on him how will they react?

A/n: Hiii! Thanks so much for this request! Hope you enjoy :)

Pairings: Choi Mujin x Gn! Reader, Do Gangjae x Gn! Reader (Separate)

Don't put it past him to be a petty bastard.

Oh, someone stole you from him? He'll take you back, along with taking someone that his enemy loves.

His enemy is Bold to think he won't kill their loved ones without a second glance.

Mujin will keep them thinking that they're a love and well - in reality, they didn't even make it back to the hotel.

Stuffed in a ditched somewhere and left to die - all but a few gunshots left in their twitching body.

For you, he'll cradle you in his arms and make sure you're okay.

For Mujin, I think he struggles when knowing what to do - especially with you.

You're usually so strong and happy. Seeing you cowering and flinching at touch is new for him. He wouldn't know what to do.

It was hard for you to let him hold you - but he made sure you were comfortable.

Knowing you were so uncomfortable, he attempts to comfort you with words.

He'll tell you a story, or talk about his day. How much he loves you and when he fell for you.

He'll talk for you until you're ready. Ready to talk about it - how you were feeling.

Mujin will avoid his work for you - wanting you to feel better before he can focus on something that isn't you and your wellbeing.

Eventually, when you mutter something about what had happened during your capture, he'll listen.

He'll be angry no matter what happened. The idea that someone hurt his love was infuriating.

He'll never take that anger out on you. Never.

It'll take a while for the two of you to return to normality.

He'll do everything for you - cook, clean, he'll buy you things. Anything you want.

He just loves you so much and wants you to be okay.

One day, you question what happened to that guy - the one who tied you up and attacked you.

He'll hum as he poured hot water over coffee granules.

"I took care of him. Don't you worry baby"

So...That guy is dead.

Literally the second he manages to find you, whoever took you had been stabbed in the head and set on fire.

No hesitation.

He loves you very much. You're his first priority.

Gangejae will drop everything to make sure you're okay.

Let's say his enemy takes you to his 'hideout'.

Has you tied up against a wall or something, watching you like a Hawk while his group decide what to do with you.

You're obviously upset, trying your best to free yourself from you constraints - all while avoiding getting murdered by these people.

You're a stressed out, blubbering mess as you wiggle against the handcuffs around your wrists.

Every time you move, one of their lackeys shifts the gun they're pointing at you - making you freeze.

Gangejae obviously hadn't been with you when you were taken, so he had no idea you were missing until he got home.

You're apartment was empty, more silent than usual.

After searching the entire house for you, he doesn't find anything.

He's quick to act, although he does text you before he does anything rash.

Obviously you didn't answer.

Now he's tense, telling his men to search for you - the lot of them finding out where you are within no longer than ten minutes.

He goes on his own - ready to beat the shit out of whoever took you.

He's practically fuming by the time he got there - stomping around as he looks for you.

It was obvious that you were with the head of another organisation- his enemy.

Though, he still looks for any fuckhead he can find in other parts of the building - killing them out of pure rage.

You barely even notice him enter the room, when he finally finds you.

He creeps in and slices everyone up until they lose any ounce of life.

Once they're no longer a threat, he falls to his knees in front of you, uncuffing you from the wall and cradling you in his arms as you cry.

He kisses your hair, his thumbs caressing your spine as you sniffle and cough.

Gangjae picks you up and carried you out, taking you home.

He either holds your hand or keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives - grounding you. Letting you know that he's there.

He'll do anything to keep you safe. To keep you with him.

[vertiny]

MUJIN | DYSTOPIA MV, 2023

[kpop-bbg]

[shebsart]

by the time you were 20,

[garfieldstim]

omg i hope this isn't a hard request but ur recently posted gifs were so pretty they inspired me ....... could i request a mujin (kingdom) board with white and orange themes :0 and can you use one of the gifs that inspired it .......

https://www . tumblr . com/garfieldstim/762452497329766400

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mujin(kingdom) board with colours inspired by this gifset for 👑 anon

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[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Addict, The Beginning

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k (I know it’s short but I really didn’t want to make this part so long)

warnings: mention of drug and cigarette use, slight curse words, I think that’s it

authors note: uhm, just so you know there is almost no Mujin in this but this was a must for the majority of the plot. I still don’t know how I feel about this maybe I’ll rewrite it in the not-so-near future but for now here it is. The next part will be so much better I promise you. And english is not my first language so feel free to tell me if I make any mistakes so I can do better next time. I love you and thank you for your time. I hope you enjoy it.

Also if you like to check my masterlist.

No one talks about how it really feels to have nothing. Or how low it can get you.

Maybe it's because the people that has it life that way don't have the voice for it and the ones that have the voice could never get it the way that it is. They would tell you all types of stories about it, most of them sugarcoated with sparkly glosses and pink tints. Trying to keep the population’s faith for humanity, to make them believe the world isn’t that bad of a place. As if to mock you in the face.

No money, no family. In the middle of Seoul with no place to go. Underage. No part of those is the opposite of bad.

So when you have nothing and someone offers you money in return of your service, you take it.

When someone offers you a place to survive in return of a part of your soul, you take it.

When someone offers you a bottle of momentary happiness in return of your company, you take it.

Even though you know you'll get addicted to it, you take it. Cause some is better than none.

You smile, serve and get all dolled up just to get ruined by the night. You get under the water and try to erase it all. Their touch, their breath, their compliments, their degrades. Sleep, eat and repeat.

Only if the water could speak, she would beg you not to get her dirty with all your filth.

. . .

You are laying reverse on a bed. Your hair hanging down of it, roots wet with sweat. Your naked body covered with a thin sheet. Head high as you watch the smoke of your cigarette dance on the air. All the way from your lips to the ceiling. It looked happy, you thought. And a little lazy too. Slowly forming into any shape it wants. Then disappearing in the thin air as if it never been there. As you kept blowing it kept disappearing in a rush.

You frowned, is your company that bad?

You were alone in the room but the music was so loud you could still hear it. You turned your head to a side and watched people passing by through the string curtain. You caught a group of man walking to the backrooms. All wearing suits, looking so out of place. You recognized the tall one first, his intense gaze and perfectly styled hair. A type of side profile that could make any women jealous. The man behind him was shorter, probably close to your age but just as serious as the first one. Then you saw the other one. He looked like he was the eldest. Little beard and the round belly making him look like more commoner than the rest of them, more warm. While the others passed by one by one he turned to you. He looked right into your eyes, his gaze softened as if he saw someone he knew.

You watched him with empty eyes, not a single emotion behind the irises of your eyes. Not aware that your looking into your savior’s eyes, you kept smoking until he got lost in the dark corridors with his friends.

Your guts spoke to you, this is not the last time you’ll saw them.

. . .

The very next day he was standing on your doorway. The one with the soft eyes. He looked nervous as you watched him with curiosity in your eyes. Waiting for answers, you didn't let him read the surprise on your face.

"Hi," he started simple but failed the wipe off the furrow of your brows. "Can I have your five minute?" he tried again.

He may act nice and kind but you seeked a lot more to believe he was being sincere.

"What you and I can talk about?”

He raised his hand and made a five with his fingers, “Just five minutes, I promise.”

You observed his appearance before giving him an answer. Without his friends and a jacket to feed into his bad guy appearance he looked more casual and less formal but still suspicious. You couldn't invite him to your apartment since he was still a stranger who randomly showed up at your place so you closed the door and sat on the stairs, also leaving him space so if he wanted to sit he may.

"Just five minutes." You say, reminding him his own words.

He offered you a small smile and sat next to you.

"My name is Yoon Donghoon."

You remained silent.

Getting the hint he said, "Okay,".

You doubted that he already didn't know your name considering he got your address.

It was easy to tell that explaining you what he is doing here were complicated for him. He took a deep breath and handed you the paper you didn’t realize he’s been holding. Your furrow deepened “What is this?”

"An offer,"

"Excuse me?”

"I’m offering you another life,”

You scoffed, took offense and quickly turned into defensive mode, "I don’t need your pity,"

"I’m not pitying you, I want to help you."

“I don’t need anything from you," you declared.

"Never said you need it," this man gotta be kidding with you.

"Who are you? Fairy godfather?”

He took your sarcasm as humor and chuckled. "I’m no fairy but I can try,".

You watched his eyes crinkle and his shoulder move as he laughed to your not-so-funny joke. Sure, he looked like a nice guy but there was something else. "Why do you want to help me?" You wanted to get straight to the point, he should have some benefit from it. You need to know what is it.

"Can’t a person help someone for the good of his heart?”

“No person with a good heart casually walks through the corridors of my workplace.” You reminded him where you two first saw each other.

“Why?” He asked. “Are you a bad person?”

You had to pause for a second, “I’m not a good person.” seemed like the most honest answer.

“Not what I asked,”

You sighed, this guy…

“Well, that’s my answer.”

He chuckled again like this banter type of thing was funny to him.

“Your eyes,” he sighed. “They reminds me of someone I deeply care about.”

That was not what you expected.

While you waited for him to continue he checked the time from the watch of his wrist and got up. “My five minutes is up.”

You couldn’t keep yourself back from rolling your eyes, “Really?”

He gave you one last smile, “I’m a man of my word.” After fixing his shirt and shaking off the dust off his pants he points to the paper he gave you. “There is an address and a number. If you don’t want to visit, that’s fine but feel free to call me if you need anything, okay?”

You didn’t give him an answer, he didn’t wait for it.

“Take care,” he said and whispered your name at the end with a mischievous smile of a ten-years-old kid.

You knew it.

. . .

Next week was something else.

Donghoon kept creeping into your mind every time of the day. You kept replaying the small interaction in your mind over and over again. A part you didn’t want to leave the regularity of this life. Even if it gets challenging time to time, it was your normal now. Maybe nothing good came with it but it kept you alive. On the other hand there was this new life you had zero information about. Choosing a life where you had no one you knew, no one you trust over your ordinary wasn’t an easy decision to make.

The thought of ‘What worst can possibly happen?’ helped you make that decision and you found yourself packing all your stuff to hope in to your new adventure.

The guy could have been fucking crazy, or a serial killer maybe even worse.

You pushed that thought to a side. Focus on the positives.

Wait? What is the fucking positive? Shit.

Five minutes, your navigation told you you were five minutes away from your destination.

Calm down. Deep breaths. In and out. Fuck. Why are you so nervous.

You almost jumped when you heard his voice calling out your name. You turned your head to the direction it came from. Donghoon was calling you from the inside of a mini restaurant. He was sitting with the same two guys you saw at your previous workplace.

Five minutes, my ass.

He rosed to his feet and walked to you to greet you, “Took you long enough.” You greeted him back with a bow out of respect. After all he was way older than you.

"Are you ready?” He asked.

You took a look around the mini restaurant and a pair of eyes tangled with yours. Oh, you thought.

Did you just find your new addiction?

“Hm?”

Answer it. Are you ready for the first day of your new life?

[mugentakeda]

that feeling when the hot courtesan you bought at the red light district is actually your gay rival in disguise

[sillyabtmusic]

The KingDom seasons greetings behind - Mujin

[byemambo]

Accept it, just the way you are Wake it Don't forget who we are Engrave it Raise the holy grail above your head Put on the black crown Endure the pain of astonishing power Thеre's no limit

KINGDOM - Black Crown

Spooky Season K-Pop [21/31]

[tsurugi-no-mai-samurai]

They are like this to me

[amazegallery]

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