#ateez mobster au

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You belong to me

◿Mobster!Hongjoong◸ 

TW: cursing, violence, death, gun, suggestive

Word count: 3,3k

A/N: How do I stop the grip Ateez has on me?? What do you mean Hongjoong posts some pictures and I get a story idea?? Ugh, anyways, this is just a short drabble because why is Kim Hongjoong so hot and what is his latest Instagram post of his??

           The strobing lights of the club were blinding for a few seconds to the newcomers, their eyes forced to quickly adjust to the dim yellowish lightning and the strong pink, purple, and red led lights. They were strung around the club, overhead, lighting up every area of the luxurious place, but they were the strongest on the stage, where dancers walked around and performed using whatever instrument they preferred as props. Some nights I enjoyed pole dancing, but most nights I liked it when I could improvise, dance freely and get lost to the feeling of the freedom music provided. Perhaps my job of choice wasn’t ideal nor well-liked by most people, especially not by my parents, but it paid well and helped me get by quite decently.

It took a little while to get used to the lack of clothing and the hungry of those watching, but in no-time I found myself enjoying the attention, the cheers, the loud howls after my performances…and perhaps the most I enjoyed was the pay check each evening, and the bills men desperate for attention and the touch of a woman would slip into my thin panties or obnoxiously short shorts. The club was in the high-end of the city, only wealthy and influential men visited, courtesy to Kim Hongjoong. A scarily rich and affluential man, well known for his crazed behavior and dangerous affairs with gangs downtown. He was the boss of the underdogs, the man everyone avoided if possible and only got involved with if only very necessary. He was the owner of the club and he took his job very seriously, treating his employees with respect and care, always checking up on them. Misbehaving wasn’t allowed inside his club, and he punished those who didn’t understand this by using creative methods. I had the misfortune of walking in on him waterboarding a man, saying something about how he didn’t respect his end of the deal, before Hongjoong’s eyes found me and I was ushered out of his office, his eyes conveying a silent warning to stay quiet about what I had seen. And I had no intention of telling anyone what I had witnessed, afraid to meet a similar fate to that man.

Kim Hongjoong was someone whom I feared, but also respected. He was diligent and worked hard, at the end of each shift checking in with his performers, making sure they weren’t forced into doing something they didn’t want, checking their bodies for any injuries. At first, I had assumed that he paid more attention to me because I was new, because he didn’t fully trust me yet, and because he was keeping an eye on me to make sure I was being ethical, but upon closer inspection, I’ve come to the realization that Kim Hongjoong didn’t follow every performers steps with watchful eyes, he didn’t buy them drinks once their shifts were over, and he most certainly didn’t arrange his personal driver to drive them home at the crack of dawn, when the streets were deserted and dangerous for a young woman, like myself, to be walking home alone. And Kim Hongjoong certainly didn’t hold his other performers lower backs as he walked them back to their dressing rooms, throwing clothes at them and demanding to cover themselves up. I had assumed there might have been some favoritism towards me as I drew in clients which were filthy rich, but Kim Hongjoong quickly ruined that thought when I overstepped a boundary and meddled with his personal business. He was quick to threaten me that he’d ruin my life if I went running to the police, making me feel small and stupid for even trying to blackmail him. I don’t know what I had been thinking when I did that, but if Hongjoong had paid attention to me up until that point, after my foolish threat he became overbearing, always two steps behind me, and eyes fixed on me during my shifts. It was scary and irritating at the beginning, but I grew used to it after a year of his unceasing behavior and learned to live with the man’s antics. There were times when we ran into each other at the most random places, places where Hongjoong looked completely out of place adorned in his crazily expensive tailored suit, and sleeked back hair. One of said places was the grocery store across from my apartment complex, completely startling me into oblivion as I had been buying some milk, his reflection appearing behind me in the glass door as I had closed it. What was even more unusual was the way he told me I had twenty minutes to get ready before we’d be going out, to where, he didn’t mention. But it turned out he took me out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. Not many words were exchanged between the two of us during the dinner, but the food had been good nonetheless and neither one of us brought it up ever again.

Tonight hadn’t been any usual, I had walked inside the club around eight in the evening, going to my dressing room and dressing up for the night, doing my makeup and hair. When I pushed the door open an outfit had been laid out on my couch and my eyebrows furrowed as I took in the schoolgirl outfit, slightly uncomfortable having to wear it, but when I noticed a note on top of it and signed as KH¸ I knew I didn’t have a choice but to wear it. And my shift had started out as usual, I was up on the stage and performing by ten o’clock, putting on my best performance and charming men left and right. The cheers were louder than usual and I was requested to put on a second show, surprised by the incessant attention, but not completely bothered as I knew the pay check would be higher tonight. Of course, I didn’t miss the way Kim Hongjoong watched both of my performances, leaning against the bar stool, hip resting against it, and a glass filled with whiskey gripped in his hand as his eyes trailed over my body multiple times, following every move of mine. But the night didn’t stop there, and I had gotten my first ever request for a private performance. The others who I worked with had plenty experience with that, but it had been my first time and I was feeling nervous. Yeji had been nice enough to walk me through the steps of what this meant and what was required of me, and she made sure to repeat the rules multiple times, making me repeat them after her. The private rooms were small and dimly lit, a huge sofa inside with a coffee table in front of it. There was a stereo and a pole in the corner of the room.

The man who had request for a private dance was gruffy and on the older side, but he was well dressed and looked put together as he sipped on his expensive champagne, grinning when I had walked inside. I pushed down my nerves and ignored the slight tremble of my limbs as I thanked the man for the request and stated the rules firmly, reminding him multiple times that he wasn’t allowed to touch me unless I gave him permission, before I put on the music and started dancing, using the pole as well. It felt weird performing for one man only and I found myself uncomfortable as the man watched me with hungry eyes, his grip on the glass tightening with each passing minute, making me hope that the booked time would be soon over. Half an hour wasn’t much at all, but it felt like an eternity, and I had to force myself to imagine the man I was dancing for was someone else…someone younger, someone more handsome, someone who’s smile was crazed and his cat-like eyes burned holes into your skull, gazing deeply into your soul. When the music finally stopped, I felt like I could breathe again, desperate to get out and away from the eyes of the man, who was licking his lips hungrily as I stepped away from the pole and bowed slightly, going up to the coffee table to collect my payment, but as I reached out, his warm hand grabbed my wrist tightly.

“I’ll pay twice as much for a lap dance.” I was stunned for a second as I looked at the man, softly trying to pry my wrist out of his hold.

“You paid for half an hour, sir, I’m afraid we part ways here.” I kept my voice leveled and the man didn’t seem to appreciate what he heard as he scoffed.

“Twice is not good enough for you? Fine, then I’ll pay thrice the amount I just paid right now.” And then, a nasty smirk spread on his lips, as he unexpectedly yanked on my wrist, making me fall onto his lap, “Don’t be shy, baby girl, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

I felt disgust wash over me and I gasped, trying to push myself off him, but he had sneaked an arm around my middle and squeezed me to himself. My skin tingled and my stomach flipped, bile rising up into my throat. I tried to keep the scowl off my face, but I couldn’t help it as my eyes hardened.

“I stated clearly you are not allowed to touch me, so let go of me, right now.” I demanded, trying to push myself off of him again as the man just scoffed and looked at me with an amused expression.

“Really? I think you do want me to touch you, baby girl. You’re just playing hard to get, but you don’t have to do that with me, I already want you badly.” As if to prove a point, he bucked his hips upwards and disgust coursed through my veins and showed on my face as I felt his hard-on, balling my hands up into fists, ready to pound them into his face.

“Release me, right now.” I snapped, voice harsher than ever before as I felt my hands trembling, hating the smug look on the motherfucker’s face as he went to push my hair behind my shoulders, but I quickly slapped his hand away, hard.

“Don’t be rude, I just paid you, bitch.” He hissed and I chuckled.

“And I said let go of me, you old fuck.” I hissed, squaring the man up. Before he could open his mouth to say anything back, I heard the curtain behind me separating us from the rest of the club pulled open harshly, and a familiar voice sounding eerily calm.

“Was the lady not clear enough the first time?” I could hear the sneer in Kim Hongjoong’s voice and I turned my head, taken aback by the dark look on his face, the harsh clenching of his jaw and the handgun in his left hand. I tried not to let my surprise show as I shoved at the man again, but he still didn’t let go of me. It was getting frustrating and I raised my hand and slapped him, momentarily taking him off guard as I swiftly slipped out of his loosened grip.

“You bitch!” The old man yelled and stood, but didn’t get far as Hongjoong pointed his gun at the man, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. He walked further inside the room, with his right hand in his pocket, and came to a stop next to me as I had put distance between the man and myself. He chuckled as his eyes rested on me for a few seconds, lazily looking back at the older man.

“You said you’ll pay thrice the amount? I don’t see the money—”

“And you won’t see it, fucker, I’m not paying this bitch at all.” And the man snatched the money, fallen on the couch now, up with anger written all over his face as Hongjoong chuckled, and suddenly I felt his right arm draping over my shoulders, yanking me into his side. I stumbled slightly and gasped quietly, surprised by Hongjoong’s actions.

“That’s very unfortunate,” Hongjoong sighed dramatically and I felt his fingers rubbing my shoulder, a sly grin slipping onto his lips, “I must demand you apologize to Y/N for disrespecting her and clearly not following the rules.”

The man chuckled and eyed Hongjoong as if he were crazy, “You wish, fucker. This club is a piece of shit, I’m going to ruin you and your shitty ass business.”

“For somebody your age your vocabulary is quite lacking.” The man’s face turned red at the insult, prompting Hongjoong to chuckle as I tried to hide my own amused smirk, staring the old man down. Hongjoong’s hand suddenly started slipping low, down to my middle until it stopped at my waist and suddenly he was looking at me, eyes glazed over with a crazy glint in them, lips pulled into a grin resembling that of a Chesire cat’s, “Tell me, gorgeous, what should I do with him now?”

My mind was blank as I stared into Hongjoong’s deep eyes, getting lost in them, feeling drawn to him as if he were a magnet, “Whatever you wish, Hongjoong.”

A wide, satisfied, grin appeared on his lips as he bit his lower lip, eyes glinting in the dim light, “Anything?”

I gulped and found myself breathless, his expensive cologne invading my senses and his warmth making my skin warm in the best possible way, “You are the boss.”

Hongjoong chuckled and looked satisfied as he turned his head to face the older man, clicking his tongue as he shook his head at him, “Look at you…I hope you said your goodbyes before coming here, because you won’t be doing any talking no more with that foul mouth of yours, you old pig.”

And Hongjoong raised his arm, the safety off as he pulled the trigger, the gun silent, yet still making my ears ring as I jumped in Hongjoong’s hold, squeezing my eyes shut. He had shot the man, pulled the trigger like it meant nothing, as if taking away a life meant nothing to him. I felt myself tremble as Hongjoong’s hold tightened around me and I was being moved, my back turned to the dead man as I felt hands cupping my face, “Open your eyes, gorgeous. Look at me.”

I gulped and took a shaky breath, body trembling as I forced myself to look at Hongjoong, taken aback by the cold expression on his face. He looked unphased, almost content, as he caressed my cheeks, leaning dangerously close as his eyebrows furrowed, he was no longer holding the gun, “Nobody but me is allowed to touch you, gorgeous, do you understand?”

I gulped and nodded wordlessly, trying to ignore the stench of blood which permeated the room suddenly, the hairs on my arms standing as my muscles were tense, “Use your words, Y/N.”

“I understand.” I whispered, voice shaky, as I stared into Hongjoong’s eyes, a pleased expression crossing his features. He hummed before suddenly whistling, startling me as Hongjoong released me, but grabbed the back of my head to prevent me from turning around, as if I had doing that in mind. Suddenly, four men walked inside, men I haven’t seen before, and Hongjoong glanced at them and nodded behind me wordlessly, the men springing into action. They walked past us and I realized they were here to take care of the dead man, but we didn’t stick around for longer as Hongjoong suddenly turned and started leading us out of the room and towards my dressing room, making me nervous as I tried to ignore the whirling thoughts that I was witness to my boss killing someone. What if the police come searching for the dead man? What if they question me? I knew Hongjoong wouldn’t hesitate killing me too, the thought made it a bit hard to breathe, but I just kept stiffly walking as Hongjoong’s hand slipped to my nape, veering me around effortlessly and away from the curious eyes as he pushed me inside my dressing room and closed the door with a loud slam. I jumped and detached myself from him, putting distance between our bodies as I whirled around, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes. He was smirking as he leaned against the door, rubbing his chin as he placed his hand in his pocket. I gulped and waited for him to say something, but he just took out his pack of cigarettes and lit a cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. Our eyes locked together and I gulped, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Let’s be honest with each other, Y/N.” Hongjoong spoke up after he took another drag of his cigar, “Will I have to worry about you rattling to others about what you just witnessed?”

I gulped, lacing my fingers together in front of myself, “Will you kill me if I did?”

“Of course.” Hongjoong answered without hesitation and my gut twisted, hands suddenly trembling again. I gulped and nodded, letting him know that I understood.

“Then I won’t say anything to anyone.” I found myself quietly saying, “But you have to promise to help me out when the police gets involved.”

Hongjoong chuckled, and took another long drag of his cigar as he suddenly pushed off the door, and walked towards me, “Oh, gorgeous, do not worry about the police. Even they know not to meddle with my business. This will be our little secret; can you keep it?”

He blew the smoke in my face and I gulped, trying to not cringe from the smell, “I’ll—I promise to keep this a secret.”

“Lovely.” Hongjoong whispered as he threw his cigar on the floor and stepped on it, making my eyes widen as he burned out the carpet, but he seemed uncaring of it as he placed one finger under my chin and tilted my head up, looking me in the eyes, “Private shows are off limits from now on, to everyone. Understood, gorgeous?”

“Yes.” I muttered, and my breath stilled in my lungs as Hongjoong leaned incredibly close, his lips ghosting over mine as he smirked.

“These men will be never able to offer you what I can give you.” And Hongjoong pressed his lips against mine, harsh and hungry as they slipped open while his hand slipped to my neck, wrapping around it as his body was pressed flush against mine. I gasped into the kiss as I felt his tongue pushing past my lips, exploring my mouth, groaning into it as Hongjoong devoured my lips ferociously, walking us backwards. I grabbed the sides of his suit and held onto him, blindly letting Hongjoong walk me anywhere, his sweet taste blooming in my mouth as he sucked on my tongue, my fingers tangling in his black hair, the back of my legs hitting the sofa behind me suddenly. Hongjoong quickly cut the kiss short and pushed me down by my neck, making me look up at him in confusion as he smirked, easing me down into the cushions. My heart was thundering in my chest as his eyes burned with want and passion, and suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gripping my thighs as my skin flamed, making me gulp as my hands clenched into fists at my sides, chest heaving. He slowly peeled my legs open and yanked me lower on the sofa, biting his lower lip as his eyes followed the smooth skin of my legs, stopping just where my skirt had ridden up. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes as he looked up at me, leaning closer.

“Let me show you how queens get treated, gorgeous.”

Masterlist

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More than enough || yh x reader

✧ mobster!yunho x afab!reader

✧ genre: gang!au, angst, fluff (a tiny spoon at the end, I promise)

✧ word count: 2.9k

✧ warning content: graphic violence, mentions/description of death, slaughter and injuries, cursing, guns, verbal harassment

✧ a/n: I don’t support nor romanticize criminal actions, much less believe that any member of ateez would be part of something like that. The following story has the sole purpose of being a fictional work and that’s all.

You sat on the couch after walking around your apartment for the seventh time in a row, trying to get your attention away from the almost imperceptible sound of the clock ticking on the wall. It’s 3am, It has been 12 hours since Yunho has gone to work, and he didn’t even bothered to sent you a single message reassuring he was ok. His Thursday’s schedule did not include night shifts, you checked out ten times carefully, but there was nothing written about it.

It’s not like he ever sent you anything during his hospital shifts, you didn’t expected much, working at the ER must be exhausting, but a single “hi” or “I’ll be back in 4 hours” would be enough.

But no.

He had to keep you awake all night, waiting anxiously to hear the door opening, to reveal his tiring eyes and wrinkled clothes, ready to give you the warmest hug. Today, you had no idea what time he would get home, again. There’s been 2 weeks since this irregularity on his schedule has started, and it was giving you the nerves. Adding to that, every time you questioned him about it the other day, he would say the same old thing:

“Nothing much, I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, just dumbhead coworkers.”

Yunho would always find a new way to change the subject, like you weren’t aware or even noticed it him doing so. But the last thing you’re looking for is an argument, even though this whole situation’s been upsetting, you just leave it behind.

Besides that, you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, Yunho was everything and so much more.

At first, you thought it wouldn’t last long, your first date was quiet, almost unsettling, as he wouldn’t say or do much more than stare directly at your eyes, and comment vaguely about the topics you brought. It took a while before he finally started to get used with your presence, six dates to be exact.

Honestly, it felt like a little puppy getting to know its environment before becoming an energetic and clingy beast. You’d never guess that the 6ft tall cold guy would be the type of boyfriend to take you on late night walks to get vanilla ice cream at the convenience store and chatter about your day, or teach you calmly how to play his favorite games so you could play with him (even though you suck at it), and even grab you by the hand to slow dance at the living room after a delightful dinner. Every time you two were together, Yunho acted like he wasn’t aware of the “personal space” concept at all, and you were fine with that.

He was your safe place, why would you like to stay away from him without any news for so long? His work shifts were confusing, but he’s not the one to blame.

As you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, you checked your phone once again, still hoping for any signs of Yunho. But again, none. You huffed and laid down your head on the couch, pressing your temples, exhausted.

Fuck it - you mumbled, just giving it up, throwing your phone in the pillow next to you.

And once again, the sound of the clock ticking was banging on your head annoyingly, and you tried to relax as your eyes slowly started to close.

But you just didn’t expected a second presence on the living room to be watching you from behind, just waiting for the best timing since he broke into your apartment two minutes ago.

By the time you were about to fall asleep, a sudden hand grabbed around your neck tightly enough to take you gasp for air, and as your scream was about to leave your throat, a big hand covered your mouth faster.

It’s a pleasure to finally get to meet you, doll - you heard a deep and raspy voice whispering next to your ear, making you start to panic and struggle around his hand, trying to release yourself from that tight grip with all your energy - What’s the matter? I just wanna talk…- he laughed

Desperately, you reached out for your phone, but not fast enough to go unnoticed by the older man.

I wouldn’t do that If I were you - his hand tightened harshly around your neck, making you release a muffled scream and dig your nails on his hand.

He pulled you out of the couch and gave a sudden kick behind your knees, leading you to the ground violently, as he pressed his own body against yours to stabilize you and grab both wrists of yours. As a thick layer of tape wraps around it, you tried taking advantage of the time he took his hand out of your mouth, and released a loud scream.

You just don’t give up, do you? Such a dumb fucking bitch - he gritted his teeth, pulling you up by the arm and throwing you on the couch.

Please… - you felt a knot forming on your throat and your eyes starting to get blurry with the amount of tears forming there - I-I don’t have anything to offer…

The words escaped from your mouth as he took his hand to his pocket, pulling a whole gun and pointing it to your face, leaving you speechless.

Where’s Yunho? - he spits out calmly.

W-What? - you frowned, flinching as the man approaches, seeming more pissed than before

Don’t act stupid. Where. Is. Yunho? - he repeats himself, kneeling in front of you before lifting your chin with the gun.

You couldn’t think straight, your heart was quickly bumping into your chest as your whole body was a trembling mess. Even if you were trying to form sentences, the only sounds that came from your mouth were sobs. Mere seconds passed and you weren’t capable to say a thing, only stressing the unknown man in front of you more.

Then, a burning sensation appeared at your cheek as he let a strong slap at it, making you finally burst into tears.

I don’t know! Please, I don’t know a thing, he’s just a way too busy doctor, he didn’t even came home yet - you shouted desperately between sobs and tears - Just let me go, please

Suddenly, the man’s expression seemed to change too quickly, and the sadistic smile appearing on his face just made you feel more tense.

A doctor, huh? Well, let’s wait for him together, then, shall we? - he walked away from you, took the tape roll again and grabbed a good amount of it, coming straight to you again.

You panicked and started to mumble no uncountable times, trying to move away from his grip and kicking your feet directly at him. Yet again, your efforts were useless, as he taped your mouth shut quite easily thanks to his strong arms and big proportions.

Now, be a good doll, alright? - he finished, dragging you by the hair once again to the cold floor.

As you started to struggle and let out muffled cries, a sudden sound of a gun being loaded got your attention.

There he was, Yunho, your warmhearted boyfriend holding a pistol straight to the man’s head.

You went pale, and a buzzing noise echoed on your head. He seemed nothing like the man who kissed your whole face before going to work hours ago. His eyes were darkened, and his face held a complete emotionless expression, almost resembling the Yunho you went on a date with for the first time, but worse.

You see, doll? Doctor Yunho arrived in no time - the old man said with a sarcastic tone, forcing you to stand up with your shaky legs, almost falling down due to the clear difficulty you were facing to keep a decent posture in this situation. Once Yunho gave a single aggressive step forwards you, the man gave a step back immediately - Not even a single inch closer, kid.

You felt the cold metal of the gun pressing against your forehead, but there was no signal of reaction coming from you. Your body was still, your lungs were expanding harshly and you felt like you could throw up your own heart in any moment, but not even a single flinch was noticed.

Let her go. - Yunho said in a monotone tone, looking straight at the man’s eyes - She has nothing to do with this.

Of course not - he laughed - You didn’t even bother to tell your own whore about your dirty little secret, I mean, she really has nothing to do with this, but wouldn’t it be so lame to waste such a fun situation? - the old man paused, licking his lips as he switched his eyes between you and your boyfriend - Now tell her, you coward, tell her how your fucking gang slaughtered a whole convention days ago.

Accidentally, you sobbed too loud, catching your boyfriend’s attention. As your eyes met, you could clearly see an apologetic face forming for mere seconds before he turned back his attention to the man, as if he stayed staring at you for too long, he’d cry out of frustration.

You are such a liar, Jeong Yunho - he continued, now taking his free hand to your neck - You really thought your princess would never find out and your lies would protect her forever? Come on, don’t be such a fool…

I won’t ask twice - Yunho ignored all the discourse, gritting his teeth before opening a strange smile - I don’t have a thing to deal with you anymore, what’s done is done, or do you really think coming after me will make all your stupidass friends come back to life?

A dry laugh came out of Yunho’s mouth, simultaneously, you felt the grip around your neck getting much tighter that made you gasp for air automatically. As you thought it couldn’t get worse, the sound of the gun getting loaded next to your face made you more desperate than before.

How about I just pull the trigger and explode your brain out right in front of your lovely prince, huh? - he cooed close to your ear, laughing at your attempts to free yourself from his grip, only giving him more energy to choke you even more.

From that moment on, you couldn’t think straight anymore, your whole body was getting more numb and lighter, and your eyes started to feel heavier, your gasps for air were useless. The alternative to let tiredness win over you was the only thing that was banging on your mind, your options were limited.

Please - you heard Yunho spat, sounding like that wasn’t supposed to come out - Let her go.

He couldn’t bear watching you go pale and weaker right in front of him anymore, being unable to move any muscles to get you out of this situation was killing him from the inside. The huge guilt growing on him was agonizing, and the possibility of something bad happening to you due to his own mistakes gave him the urge to act impulsively.

Oh? Now we are going to beg? Okay, let’s do that - the man laughed briefly - Put the gun on the ground.

And just like he was demanded, he dropped the weapon on the floor without hesitation, then leading his hand above his head, keeping the cold stare on his face.

Just when you thought you’d go unconscious, the tightness around your neck was over abruptly, leaving your weak body without any support. Pathetically, you fell to the floor on your knees, bursting into tears of relief and pain as you breathed heavily looking for air.

On your knees - the man passed by you and got right in front of Yunho, yet still pointing the gun at you.

Your boyfriend looked at you once more before taking a deep breath, doing just like he was forced to. Slowly, the man changed the direction of his target to Yunho, which cause you to let out a muffled No as you shook your head nonstop.

Isn’t it lovely? A beautiful couple sacrificed right in front of each other because of some failing overprotection? - the standing man giggles excitedly - Which one should be the first? Oh, perhaps, I can take the whore with me right after blowing your head, I mean, it would be such a waste to get rid of a woman like her, right?

He kicked the gun that was close to your boyfriend away, kneeling down at the same height of Yunho as he laughed at him.

What do you think? Is she a nice fuck doll? - the last sentence that came out of the older man made Yunho’s blood boil instantly, but his only reaction was an incomprehensible mumble, as he closed his eyes - Come again?

After that, everything just happened too fast, fast enough to vanish all your pain away and get you paralyzed in pure terror.

You saw red gushing out of the man’s throat as Yunho sticks deeply a dagger directly at his jugular, pushing it out right after. The sound of the man chocking on his own blood, your boyfriend pushing him to the floor and giving uncountable stabs on its throat and consequently getting half of his body covered in blood got you in a state of shock.

Yunho violently killed the man with no remorse or difficulty on sight right in front of you. Your heartwarming lover you once believed being just a workaholic and tired doctor took someone’s life with his bare hands on purpose.

You didn’t realize his proximity to you until he wrapped his arms around you warmly and tight on a desperate hug.

I came as soon as I knew he had my address, I should’ve known this shit would happen sooner or later - Yunho said rapidly with a worried tone, letting go of the hug and carefully taking the tape from your mouth - I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, my dear.

He went behind you, took out that thick layer of tape from your now hurting wrists, and cupped your face with both of his hands once he got in front of you again. The smell of fresh blood coming from his red stained hands made you sick, making him take it away as soon as he noticed.

Come on, there’s people waiting for us outside, take a rest and I’ll tell you everything once you wake up…- he helped you slowly stand on your feet.

And that was it. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Do you think I’m some kind of stupid joke to you?!! - you shouted at him, feeling a huge urge to start crying one more time as your voice got shaky. He got taken aback with your reaction, but as much as he wanted to make any excuses, nothing was acceptable enough to justify the lie he’d been keeping up for months.

He fucked up, really really fucked up this time, and then dragged you into some kind of situation that definitely wouldn’t get out of your mind for the time being.

You’re such a liar, covering up your problems and making cheap excuses does not solve anything, Yunho! - you kept spitting out everything that’s been accumulating on your throat for the past days - Now I don’t have any clue if I really know my own boyfriend…

You know me - he interrupted you pulling you closer by your shoulders, staring directly at your eyes with a confused look - I’ve never opened up so much like this before with anybody else, you probably know me more than my own self, darling. Now, please, let me take you somewhere safer, we can’t stay here

Yunho lowered his voice in the last sentence, you clearly saw pain through his words and eyes as he frowned.

Even though you didn’t wanted to believe a single thing he said to you, his eyes made you even more confused, clearly seeing honesty on them. Yunho got an impressive ability to switch between that emotionless and terrifying look, and the one and only “I’m just your Golden Retriever boyfriend” look he was giving you intensively. You’d get more and more tired by the twists and turns going around your thoughts each time you forced yourself to think about everything that happened in less than an hour, only increasing your desire to collapse on the ground, and then shout until your vocal cords disintegrate it completely.

For the first time, you actually felt like I’d be more appropriate if you could get some rest before having another gigantic wave of information crashing into your chest again. You just needed your boyfriend at the moment, and nothing more than that. It would be a huge lie if you said that you didn’t wanted to jump right into his arms looking for protection since he made himself present on the past suffocating scene.

As you finally give in, throwing yourself into his arms, he immediately picked you up, firmly holding your exhausted body next to his.

If you end up doing something like this to me ever again, I swear…- you whispered as your eyes closed, letting all the tense muscles relax at last.

I’ll keep you safe, I promise you, sweetheart - Yunho pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, opening a weak smile as you let a soft whimper - As long as I’m breathing, nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

For now, his presence would be more than enough for you, whoever he'd be in the end, a doctor, a gangster, or whatever, his love and care for you was capable of supplying all your needs.

[egoisticeuphoria]

Your Warm Heart Chapter I : Mobsters

Genre : mafia au

Choi San x (f) Reader

#drama #comedy #action #romance

Words : 8.7k

You left your parents’ house in Busan to live in Seoul by yourself, without telling anyone your reasons. You only left a note behind to let your parents know that you left on your own will. In Seoul you have only one friend, your best friend, Soyeon. On your first night out with your bestie you meet the hottest man you've ever met, but- BUT... once you heard that he's a mobster you decided to stay out of his sight.

Even though you try your best to avoid the young mafia boss, Choi San, it turns out that it's not that easy as fate decides to push him deep in your life and create a mess over it.

It was past noon. You just arrived in Seoul. You got out of the train with your baggage on both hands. They were heavy but you didn't care. You lifted your head up to feel the breeze of the capital –or more like the breeze of freedom–. You left your baggage on the floor and looked around at the street for a nearby taxi. When you noticed one that was parked near you, you picked up your baggage again and moved to the car. You got in and gave the address of your destination to the taxi driver. Immediately, he started driving.

It was a quiet ride. The driver seemed to not have the will to ask you questions about where you came from or why you came to the capital. It was fine though. You didn't want to be asked such questions at your situation. It was too dangerous. Anyways, you just had all the time to think about yourself.

You felt excited in the thought of living by yourself, away from your parents’ house in Busan. You wanted to leave so bad. So you did. It was finally your time to have fun. Finally far away from your strict father. Away from your sneaky stepmother.

Since your brother, Chanyeol, left for the States years ago to study –and hasn't come back yet– you felt as if you were left alone in the house, despite the fact that you still lived with your father, your stepmother and her daughter, your step sister Chaerin. Sometimes, Chaerin came to visit you in your bedroom although her mother scolded her every time she payed you visits. Chaerin was sweet. She wasn't like her mother. But because of that trait of hers she was forced by her mother to go and study in London. So, you were left alone as your stepmother was always by your father’s side making sure that he stays with her forever.

You needed to feel alive again. Just how you used to be when your mother was with you and your brother. Just like the old days. You missed the old days. Now there was nothing of it left except the memories which were starting to fade as the years passed. Memories of a happy family life. Those too, they were now dying. You didn't know what was exactly the cause of it though. Was it the fact that your mother left you and your brother? Or was it your father’s fault for not giving enough attention to your mother’s requests? Was it that your father remarried not long after your mother left you and had another daughter? Was it your fault for choosing not to accept your father’s job? It was difficult to figure out what was the cause. The only certain thing you knew was that you had to leave that place forever.

Lost in your thoughts you lost track of time and place until the taxi driver called out for you for the third time.

“Miss. Miss... Excuse me, miss? This is it.”

You came back to your senses and after paying him the bill you got off the taxi with your baggage on both hands. They felt much heavier than before. Maybe it was because you felt more tired after thinking of all that previous stuff at once.

After the taxi left you got in front of the huge building which you would call your new home. It was a beautiful building with lots of floors and plenty rooms. Your room was number 306 which was on the third floor. Dragging your suitcases you entered the elevator and pressed the 3 button.

In a few seconds you were there. Walking to the door of your room and feeling all excited. This was the second big step of your risky trip to the capital. You felt naughty for denying your father’s orders and running away but also you felt free now that you were finally alone. Quickly you rushed the key in the keyhole and entered the dark room. Without closing the door behind you you walked through the first dark room that seemed to be the living room. Easily adjusting to the room’s darkness and with the use of the light coming through the open door you found the curtains and opened them wide. Light filled the room you were in and it slightly blinded your eyesight.

You walked to the door and locked it. You walked a few steps in the living room just observing around. It was a really big and comfy room. Right next to the living room was the kitchen with a large table. The furniture looked new but full of dust. It wasn't surprising since the one that used to live here was your mother at her freshman year of college. It was back then that she met with your father, fell in love and got married. Then, she left this place behind. So, of course it was all dusty. You didn't mind though. Not at all. Cleaning up could also help you concentrate on something else than your family problems.

You walked with your baggage to the bedroom and left them laying on the floor. You opened the curtains there as well and stayed still for a while to watch the view out the windows. It was beyond your imagination. Spectacular. Amazing. The window had the view of the park that was behind your building. It was fun watching and you could observe every person’s movements from up there. You could see parents having fun with their kids, couples having fun with each other playing every little love game there is. The view was remarkable.

The silence in the room broke as the ringtone of your phone was heard from the inside of your backpack. Startled as you got you rushed to find your phone to see who was looking for you. It was your best friend, Soyeon. Of course it was her. She was the only one aware of your escape plan. Also, she was the only one who had the number of your phone since you bought a new one in order to make it difficult for your father to find you. You quickly picked it up with a wide smile.

“Hello, Soyeon?” you spoke almost skipping your breath from the unspeakable happiness you were feeling at the moment.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Soyeon was still anxious whether your plan succeeded or not.

“I’m home... in Seoul!” your words made Soyeon jump from happiness and you could hear that. “Finally... I got away from those crazy people.” you added as she stopped jumping up and down.

“So that means you’re safe now?” she asked wanting to reassure your safety.

“Couldn’t be safer.” you gave her the assurance she needed only to make her start jumping up and down again. You giggled at the cute sound of her hops.

“Girl, now that you’re here and free we have to meet tonight!” she said all excited to see you after all those years from being apart from each other. You two missed a lot of things and you had a lot to talk about.

“Of course! I need to take a shower though.” you said and your eyes fell on your suitcases that needed to be done.

“Yeah sure, then I’ll come pick you up at nine. Get ready to have the most amazing ladies’ night of your life.” she said loudly making you giggle once again. “Okie, now go get ready. I’ll see you later.” she gave you a kiss in the air and the sound of it made you chuckle at her sweetness.

“See you later~.” you did the same to her and ended the call. After that you left your phone on the bedside table and opened both suitcases. “Hmm...” you scratched your head while looking through your dresses. Which one should you wear? It was a ladies’ night after all. Something plain and cute but also a little elegant you thought.

After not so long you decided on a red mini dress. As for the shoes, you chose a pair of chain strap heeled shoes in black snake. You wanted to have fun after all and if possible, get some nice comments on your appearance. You just felt up for it.

You were quick to take a shower and dry your body with the towel you brought from Busan.

Now you were wearing your dress standing in front of a body size mirror in your bedroom. You stepped closer to make your hair into a mid bun and stood there to check if anything needed to be fixed. It was all nicely done though. Some stray hairs were left on purpose in front of your ears. You decided to decorate your ears with a pair of white pearl earrings. Now it was almost done. You walked in the bathroom to do your make-up. The only thing left to do was to wear your shoes on.

Before averting your eyes from the mirror you heard the doorbell. You rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. As you expected it was Soyeon. You opened the door wide and the girl rushed into your arms pulling you tightly into a hug.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n, you’re really here!” she wouldn't set you free from her tight hug.

“Soyeon, I missed you so much.” you said and hugged her back. After a few seconds she pulled away to look at your face closely.

“You’ve become so beautiful!” she said with a smile that reached her ears. You chuckled and returned the comment. Her eyes now fell on your cute red outfit and her smile went to a wide smirk. “Ready to set somebody on fire, aren’t we?” You smirked at her comment and winked at her playfully.

“It’s been a while since I went out at night.” you told her to give yourself an excuse for your outfit choice.

“And since we’re going to be late...” she winked her eye naughtily the smirk never leaving her face. You rolled your eyes making her giggle at her sentence.

“Let me wear my shoes on and grab my bag.” you said and she let you free. You wore your high heels quickly then grabbed your black bag and walked out of the room. Locking the door behind you you left your new home for the first time.

Now you were standing with Soyeon outside of a club. Blue neon lights could be seen on the street coming from the building’s entrance. You could see men and women standing in the front waiting to enter the club. Soyeon pulled you by your arm and you two joined the people on the line.

After two minutes of waiting you heard some girls from behind screaming.

“It’s them!”

“It’s San and the others!”

“I didn’t know they were coming..”

“OMG! I can’t believe it!”

You got startled but still turned your head to the back to see what was happening.

“Oh, they’re here... oh my god!” Soyeon screamed in your ear turning back and jumping up and down to catch with her eyes the ones that came. You got curious since you didn’t know anyone famous from Seoul yet.

“Who came? What is it?” you asked full of curiousity watching every girl screaming to their heart’s consent. Although you got no response from Soyeon. You looked again and your eyes fell on a group of eight men with expensive suits walking through the back of the line quickly to the front while everyone made room for them to pass through without a second thought. You got irritated at their behaviour. Whoever they were they had to wait in the line just like every other person there. You felt stupid and annoyed.

As they were coming closer to you you noticed that the one who was leading the group was a tall guy with sharp fox eyes and black slicked back hair. You raised your right eyebrow in surprise. He seemed like the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life. He had that vibe of a bad boy that you liked so much. He seemed dangerous. You’ve seen dangerous looking guys before. But he seemed to be exceptional. His eyes were sharp and each stare of his made the girls go numb. It happened to you as well. When he finally came in front of you you just stood there staring at his eyes. He had captivated you. You couldn’t move. Not until he noticed you wouldn’t move and decided to push you aside so he could walk forward.

You fell on your best friends arms finally wide awake from his magic. As you remembered that he pushed you you got on your feet and angrily looked at the eight men.

“Hey! What was that?!” you shouted as loudly as you could. From the eight men, a red haired guy turned around and looked at you. He slightly smiled at you and continued his way inside the building. You got confused but it still didn’t make your anger disappear.

“Omg! Are you okay sweetheart?” Soyeon asked you after the men disappeared from your sight of view and into the building.

“I guess... By the way, who are these guys? What was all this show about?!” you asked and couldn’t hide how annoyed you felt with their actions.

“Don’t you know them? I’m surprised...” her words only made you more curious about their identity. “I’ll tell you.” she looked around not wanting to speak of their identity loudly. “They actually are like you.”

“What do you mean they’re like me?” you asked confused.

“Ugh. They’re like you. Like your family. Like your father. They are mobsters.” she whispered in your ear. Your face turned white and you felt your blood burn in your veins. Cold sweat washed over your forehead.

Yes, indeed. You were coming from a family of mobsters. That’s exactly one of the reasons why you had to run away from home. You were sick of that kind of life since you’ve never had good memories out of it. And now that things kept pushing you do things you didn’t want... No way you would stay there any longer.

You just couldn’t believe what Soyeon just told you. The word you didn’t want to hear the most right now was that one. The cursed word that messed up your life. After all this escape planning... Were you this unlucky? Was this the end? What if they knew about you and returned you to your father? No... NO! You couldn’t accept such defeat. You would never go back there. You were finally free from that hell back in Busan. You wouldn’t let anyone destroy your happiness. Right! You thought quickly of a way not to get their attention caught again. You just had to avoid them. Yeah! That was it... Avoid them at all costs.

Soyeon seemed to enjoy your worried facial expression as she was observing you all this time. But when she noticed the short amount of people in the line left in front of you she pulled you walking with her towards the club’s door.

Entering the club and walking around a little you now could see clear the blue neon lights all around the place. It was amazing. It was fascinating as you observed the blue lights hit the bare skin in your arms and legs. Soyeon pulled you by the arm walking towards the table she had made a reservation on.

“Here we are.” she said naughtily and her eyes turned to the next table. “Hehe, take a seat y/n.” she sat down on the soft couch her grin not leaving her face. Your eyes tried to travel where hers did a while ago but to your surprise your eyes met with the eight men from outside. You frowned and looked back at Soyeon and you quickly sat next to her on the couch not wanting them to notice you.

“Seriously? Soyeon, have you gone crazy? Next to them of all people?” you whispered yelled at her trying not to be heard by them.

“Oh, come on y/n. It’s not that I sat on the same table with them. Calm down.” she rolled her eyes to your surprise. “Just forget about them already. Let’s have fun ourselves.” she said loudly making one of the right men turn his gaze on her.

“Shushh...” you quickly moved a finger to shut her mouth. “Do you think it’ll be pleasurable if they find out about me? I may have to go back home...” you warned her but all she did was roll her eyes again.

“You care too much about your background.” she kissed your finger and laid it on your thigh. “How would these eight learn about your identity if all we do is just hit on them?” she moved her arms around playfully.

“Oh dear lord... No matter what I have to avoid these men. They are living danger to me right now.” you shook her lightly to make her come to her senses. She grabbed your hands in response and looked deep in your eyes.

“But you like San...” her words made you freeze. “You know, the one that pushed you. That’s him. His name is Choi San.” she pointed to the black haired guy that was sitting in the middle of his group. Actually, you’ve heard the surname Choi coming out of your father’s mouth before but you’ve never met anyone like him. And... yes... Soyeon was right. You actually found your heart beating faster as he came to your mind. You liked him and that was a fact. Although you weren’t interested in admitting it at all. You looked over at him then back at Soyeon and made a grimace full of disgust trying to pull on an act.

“Pfft. Him? Nahh... What’s so good about him? I’ve seen better looking guys than him. He’s just... average.” you kept mumbling about only making Soyeon able to see throughout your acting. She stopped you by pulling you close to her and laughed.

“Alright, alright, I get it already.” she turned your face to the crowd that was dancing under the neon lights like crazy. “Tonight we came here for this though. So, let’s go move our bodies and grab some drinks.” she said full of excitement and stood up with her fist clenched. You sighed and chuckled after standing up yourself as well.

“Okay, let’s have fun tonight!”

“Yeahhhh!!”

You both rushed to the dancefloor and started to move your bodies to the rhythm as if there was no tomorrow. You danced to your heart’s content. Soyeon was dancing beside you although she moved away sometimes and when she returned by your side there was a different guy dancing from behind her each time. You just laughed at your friend’s popularity with men.

After a while you got tired of all the dancing since you weren’t that used to it. You shouted at Soyeon’s ear that you were going over to the bar for a drink and back to your couch. Despite the noise she understood and nodded while turning around to face the guy that was dancing with her this time. You walked your way to the bar and waved at the barman.

“What will the young lady have?” the barman asked with a wide professional smile.

“Vodka with lemon.”

“Right away.” the barman started making your drink. As you were waiting for the drink, a young man approached you from behind.

“Hey there beautiful.” his words startled you a bit and you turned around to face him. He looked nice and handsome his hand already holding a glass of alcohol. His eyes were on your red mini dress going up to your upper body and finally your eyes. You chuckled and waved at him.

“Hey, thanks.” you responded with a smile. He came closer to you making you nervous. You tried to sniff what you could of him to figure out how many drinks he had already but it wasn’t that easy.

“How come such a pretty girl is in such a place by herself?”

“Actually, I’m here with my friend.” you pointed into the crowd waiting to spot Soyeon immediately which you failed. “Uhm, she’s somewhere in there dancing.”

“I see. And why aren’t you in the dancefloor with her?” his hand now moving closer to your body.

“Well, I guess I need some rest.” you chuckled at your excuse. Not long after that you felt his fingertips brushing against the skin on your bare arms. You tried to pull back when you felt uncomfortable at his touch only for him to come even closer to you. You wanted to find a way of escaping this moment. And then it came–

“Here’s your drink, miss.” the barman moved his arms in front of the man with your drink on his grip making him move back. A wide smile came to your face as your eyes thanked the barman a million times in just a few seconds for helping you.

“Thanks~” you said and left the bar with your drink on your hand as you looked back at the barman watching you leaving your spot. Before you turned your gaze in front of you you noticed the man at the bar walking towards you. You didn’t panic and went to sit back at your reserved couch. You looked to the next couch where the eight men were seated before. This time only four of them were now seated. You assumed that the others must be on the dancefloor or at the bar. You noticed three girls seated next to Choi San, one on his left and two on his right grinding their bodies on him. You felt disgusted at the sight of them but were thankful that they still had their clothes on. Suddenly you feel his eyes on yours and you quickly turn around to take a sip of your drink only to cringe at the taste of it. You decided to turn around slowly just to see if he was still looking at you. You regretted it though as you saw him getting up while his eyes were still stuck on yours. You take another sip of your drink nervously trying not to look at him.

“Do you need anything?” he asked creeping his sharp eyes right in yours. You tried to cool down your fast beating heart and spoke with confidence.

“Not necessarily.”

“Then stop fucking staring at me, you whore!” his harsh words made your blood boil as you frowned your eyebrows deciding not to let him win the war he started. You clenched your fists while leaving your drink on the table and standing up only to face his foxy eyes from a closer point.

“What did you say?” you asked angrily looking right into his eyes. His gaze was burning you but you wouldn’t let some random mobster have his way with you. You walked closer to him. Now you could feel his breathing upon your forehead. Your body size was way smaller than his but that didn’t make you feel offended at all. You just wanted to crash that handsome face of his with your clenched fist. “I think you’ve got confused, sir. The whore is not me but the ones grinding their body on yours.” your tone caught his attention as no one never dared speak to him in such an angry tone. The girls seemed to get offended as they stood up and wrapped themselves around San’s arms.

“San, what’s with this bitch?”

“Did she just call us whores? Ridiculous. Just look at how she’s dressed herself.”

“You don’t have the right to call us names when you yourself are in such a bitch outfit and now trying to seduce our Sannie!” their words went smooth out their mouths with such ease that made you even more angry. It’s then that your mobster blood in your veins took control. You chuckled. It made the girls go insane.

“At least I didn’t just throw myself on him. Unlike you.” that was it. That was enough for the girls’ brains to catch fire and get actually mad at you. One of the girls left San’s arm, walked over to your table and stood in front of you. She was taller than you. But this didn’t have to be to your disadvantage and you well knew it.

“I’ll make you regret this moment!” she screamed trying to shock you and threw her fist in your direction. Little did she know about how much your mobster father had trained you in fighting for such situations. That was the only thing you were thankful to your father about. Full of confidence you dodged successfully her fist that was aiming for your face and you hit her knee with your heels. As expected she falls down holding her aching knee with both hands.

“What did you do to her?!” you heard the other two girls approaching you angrily taking their turns in fighting you. One of them threw a fist at you and you dodging her you grabbed her arm and threw her over on the couch. The other one following to scratch your face with her long pink painted nails. Scratches hurt like hell and you weren’t in the mood for suffering from scratches right now. You quickly got a hold of her pinky and pulled it back towards her elbow. Her arm followed automatically. With a quick push she found herself on the floor and her arm behind her back unable to move her body an inch. As you placed your knee at the center of her back she pleaded to let her go. San’s eyes never left your movements. Even the other three seated men were now standing observing the fight. Some people from the dancefloor stopped dancing and approached to see what’s happening. The situation caught Soyeon’s attention who was dancing this whole time and walked over with the rest. The girl on the couch worried for her friends fell on the floor beside her.

“We’re sorry! We’ll leave you alone. Just don’t hurt us! Please...”

“Please... I take everything I said back...” said the first girl that got hit by you. You released her and moved to the table to grab your drink. The three girls stood up and run away in embarrassment. You took a sip and only then you realised that you’ve been watched this whole time by half of the people inside the club. It was bad... You suddenly remembered what you promised yourself earlier when you met San. To never do anything that turns his attention to you. But there you were. You attracted not only his attention but the whole club’s. You drank every single drop of your vodka and placed the the glass on the table near you. Your eyes travelled around to find Soyeon. You noticed the man from earlier at the bar. His lips apart as his jaw was hanging down. If it wasn’t linked with skin his jaw would have been on the floor from the shock. He now was thankful to the barman who cut him off earlier from bothering you. You chose to ignore him and keep searching for Soyeon. There she was. Standing all excited from your previous show. She jumped towards you and hugged you tightly.

“Y/n! I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” her words shocked you and the rest of the people around you. Was there even a possibility where you could get hurt by those girls? As more people gathered around you you noticed the rest of San’s group rejoining their friends. Your eyes met with San’s who was in awe and you could sense it. You turned your face to Soyeon.

“Soyeon...” you whispered with a smile trying not to show how nervous you were with everybody’s eyes on you.

“Yes y/n?” she hummed with a smile looking up at your face.

“Do you have your things on you?” you asked her not breaking your smile.

“Huh? Uhh... I think so, why–” before finishing her words you grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the club with you leaving everyone behind. There was a commotion after your leaving but you couldn’t care less at the moment. As the crowd started disbanding the group of mobsters looked at each other and started laughing at the show you put on earlier.

“Did you she that?”

“Yeah! She went like that and then... oh my gosh!” it was a fact that you had shocked them and in a good way. Which means that you failed your mission to avoid them at all costs. San didn’t respond. He just stood there frozen.

“Hey, San. You good dude?” one of the men tapped his shoulder. The touch woke him up.

“Yeah yeah...” he walked to the couch and sat on it. The others followed him to the couch and sat next to him. They looked at San in sync. He was looking on the floor. He seemed skeptical. A few minutes later he lifted his face up now looking in front of him. His face was bright as if an excellent idea made its way into his mind.

“Did anyone of you catch that girl’s name?” he asked as he turned around his face checking each one of his friends’ faces. The boys tried to remember.

“Y/n.” the red haired boy spoke up and everyone looked at him. “I think so?” he shrugged. San got up and hugged only one who remembered your name.

“Thank you Jongho! I owe you this one.” and with that said he grabbed his phone from the table and run off. The boys looked at each other in confusion. The barman who was at the bar earlier was standing at your table ready to pick up your glass to wash it. He heard the boys’ conversation which he found interesting as your name rang a bell at the back of his mind. Making his way back to the bar he continued his job without any comment.

Your hand was gripping her arm as you two were still running as if someone was after you.

“Hey, y/n! Stop, it hurts!” her whines made you finally stop running and turning back at her caressing her aching arm.

“I’m sorry... I... I just panicked...” your face down feeling sorry for what happened earlier. “I don’t know what got into me...”

“Maybe it was the genes... no– I’m sure it was the genes.” your friend confirmed and you found it logical.

“Damned genes...” there were a lot of moments where you wished you weren’t born into a mobster family, or not even born at all. And this one was that type of moment. Unfortunately.

“By the way... did you see how everyone was looking at you with their mouths open wide? Hahahaha... Even San was in awe! I’m sure that he could fall in love immediately.” her words didn’t seem that exciting to you but you liked the idea of San falling for you. You thought he was handsome and you liked him but... he seemed like an egoist and narcissist while looking back at his actions.

“Yeah whatever.” you shrugged it off not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Well, anyways... Are we going to go to another club? I know another good one that’s not so far from h–”

“No, thanks. I’ve had enough of one club tonight. I’m sorry I blew this up... it was our first night out in a while and I...” you cut her off but it didn’t bother her. She understood your situation even if she liked teasing you she knew the limits.

“No need to be sorry. I really had fun. I’ve also lost count of the amount of boys I danced with tonight. Hahahaha...” she laughed quite loudly which made you laugh as well. Soyeon knew how to light you up. She knew your buttons. That’s why you trusted her this much. She was your only friend since childhood. You liked her so much. And she liked you as well. You found peace in each other. It was the perfect friendship you could have ever wished for.

“Then I guess I’m going home now.’’

“Do you know the way? Do you need me to walk you home?” Soyeon asked you since it was your first time in Seoul and you didn’t know the roads yet.

It’s okay. I’ll find my way home.” you said and she could feel your confidence.

“Alright then.” she hugged you one last time and kissed your cheek before turning around to walk her way home. “Goodbye. See ya.”

“See ya.” you replied and watched her walking away until you’ve lost her figure in the night’s fog. You turn yourself around and start walking home. You had already downloaded a map of the streets in Seoul and you found your way home easily. Before getting on the elevator you heard some footsteps from behind you. You thought that it might be some neighbour of yours since you haven’t met anyone from the building yet. You turned around with a smile to greet no one. No one was behind you. You’d swear you heard footsteps a while ago. It felt weird. Finally the elevator’s door opened and you got in quickly. Looking around carefully as you pressed the third button and the doors closed slowly. When they closed for good you rested your back against the wall inside the elevator and sighed. However much you were trained for self defense you still were a girl. What if something went wrong and you weren’t in a position to defend yourself alone? Also all those scary stories your brother read you when you were little... What if any of it was actually true? What if the supernatural existed? What if... Your mind went on and on about million what ifs even when you got out of the elevator and entered your room. You had forgotten about the footsteps you heard earlier. No... you just decided to ignore it completely. That’s what you did. You took off your clothes and went to take a shower. The water was cold, just how you liked it. It was refreshing.

When you finished, you changed into your pyjamas and wrapped a towel around your wet hair. You took your phone and checked it. Although you knew that no one could contact you on this phone except Soyeon.

You sat by the window in your bedroom while looking at old pictures of you and your brother. You were laughing at the funny memory videos of your brother you had transferred from your old phone. Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, Thanksgiving, Halloween, memories from every single year’s event. It was hilarious. The way you seemed in the videos in contrast with the way you were right now. So much different.

At the park, some suspicious movements could be spotted. If you had just felt like it, you would have taken a look outside the window and at the park along with the men in black who were exchanging drugs. But you didn’t see a thing as you were busy watching all those old videos on your phone. Unfortunately, one of the men at the park noticed your figure through the window. You were doomed. He gathered the rest of the group and got into the building trying to find your apartment. The man could see on which floor you stay but he couldn’t see on which room. But since the first apartment of the third floor was number 300 and yours was 306...

Meanwhile, you felt your eyes shutting down by themselves. You were tired. You removed yourself from the window and put your phone on the bedside table beside your head. Without letting your wet hair dry, you lay on your bed and sleep soundly.

It wasn’t difficult to break in your apartment. The drug dealers were experienced since that was like a job to them. Their life depended on their not being found by anyone who could tell the police. And that one this time was you. You had to be removed. That’s what they thought. Two of them were inside your apartment now walking through the living room and past the kitchen. Next was your bedroom. One of them opened the door of your room careful not to make a sound. Then a sound of a chair crashing on the floor was heard from the kitchen which made you wake up. You saw the man in your bedroom almost upon your head. You got up immediately, took off the towel that was still wrapped around your head and wrapped it around his face. You pulled the sides of the wet towel and made his head crash on the window. He fell down dizzy. That was your chance. You placed yourself on his back while grabbing his arm and putting it behind his back, just like you did to one of the girls in the club.

“Who are you? What do you want from me? Who sent you?” you asked angrily. You didn’t get a response but a slam on the door as you saw another man coming in and towards you. You panicked. The man hit the man on the floor with his foot right on his face. Then be pulled you removing you from his back and dragged you out of the room. As you were passing trough the kitchen and living room you saw the whole place as if it was a battlefield. The chair on the floor, some of them broken, paintings had fallen from their places on the walls. It was a total mess. The man dragged you outside your apartment and all the way down by the stairs to the first floor. Still half asleep you couldn’t see the man’s features but he didn’t seem to want to harm you. When you managed to get a good hold of his face and recognise him you were inside his car and he was driving. He was one of the men that San had within his group of mobsters. That means he was a mobster as well. But what was his purpose on coming all the way to your house? You sat yourself properly on your seat and looked at the road then back at him.

“Where are you taking me? And why are you here? Why?!” you placed your face closer to his while frowning your eyebrows.

“Don’t I get a thank you for saving you? What a pity...” the man said and you sat yourself back.

“What do you mean–”

“I’m Wooyoung. Nice to meet you y/n. I hope we get to be good friends.” he said and a big smile was placed on his lips. Even in the dark night you could see it.

“How do you know my name?” you asked terrified.

“Your friend told us.” you froze at his words. Why would Soyeon tell them your name? She knew that if the mobsters found out your name, you were doomed. So, why?

“Where are you taking me?”

“San’s place.” you looked him in the eyes shocked. Why would San take you home?!

“San’s what? Never. I can’t go there... No.” you said and tried to open the door to get out but Wooyoung was quick to make sure you couldn’t get out of the moving car.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Orders. Now stay still and I won’t have to hurt you.” you decided to give in. You wouldn’t do the same when you got in San’s house. No...

After a long time of driving the car stopped and Wooyoung unbuckled his seat belt then yours.

“Follow me.” he took you by the arm and walked you inside the big mansion. It was so huge. Even your house wasn’t that big. Was he more rich than your family was? Maybe... Wooyoung and you walked through a large room that was probably the living room. Everywhere you could see expensive furniture, paintings and it all looked so new. As if he bought all that stuff in the morning. While walking through the hall you noticed a group of maids walking around. They were working. It kind of reminded your own house but still San seemed more rich than you were. In the end of the hall, Wooyoung paused and knocked on a dark coloured door.

“Come in.” you heard from the inside a low voice. Was it San? Of course it would be San... Who else would it be... Wooyoung opened the door and pushed you inside the room. The room was huge, not as huge as the living room but still huge. It was an office. You liked this kind of style in rooms. But that wasn’t the moment to sit back and admire San’s style in decorating his office.

“Well well, welcome.” San spoke as he stood up from his seat. You turned your head to where his voice came from and looked him in the eyes. “Thanks for your hard work Wooyoung. Leave y/n and me alone. You may go rest now.” Wooyoung smiled at his friend and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. San walked in front of you and smiled in your face. “Welcome to my mansion. How does it feel to be here?”

“Take me home.” you demanded only making him laugh.

“Oh, I can’t do that. Not until I get a response.” when he said that your mind could only go to your father. San maybe wanted to take you back to your father.

“I’m not going back!” you shouted. San got confused.

“What?” he asked but then smiled as an idea came down his mind. “Ah, I see. You want to stay here with me. I accep–”

“I’m going home! I’m never going back there!” your words now confused him completely. In fact, he didn’t know that you run away from your home in Busan and that by home you meant your apartment in Seoul. You thought he already knew. But he didn’t. “You can’t make me go back there!”

“What do you mean back there?”

“What do you mean? You don’t understand?” Was he that stupid? Was he playing games? He seemed really confused though. Did he not know about your real identity yet and just your name? You cleared your throat and asked him. “Why did you bring me here?” He smiled and hummed.

“You’ll stay with me from now on. Also I recommend you of being my girlfriend.” his words made your mind pause for a second but then there you were. Bursting out in laughter. He looked offended and he raised an eyebrow at your laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re funny!” you kept laughing and he walked closer to you. He placed his fingertips on your chin lifting your head slightly.

“Don’t laugh at me. You’ll regret this.”

“We’ll see about that.” you pushed his hand away and posed to throw a punch on his stomach. Even though you were quick San managed to dodge. You were shocked. Only your mentor and your brother had dodged your punches in the past. Why could San dodge your punches? Why?! “Huh–” then he grabbed your arm and placed it behind your back. You struggled against his grip for a while and then shouted “Hey! Let me go!” San moved his face close to your ear behind your back and whispered.

“You have skills. I’m impressed. And I’m more impressed at your decision to hit me instead of accepting my offer.”

“Why would I ever accept your offer? I’m not that crazy.” then you decided to say something that you thought it could avoid any possibility of San learning about your identity. “You’re just a dirty mobster. Why would I want to be with someone like you?” this made San rather angry. No one could step on his pride. Not even you who he seemed to like. He wouldn’t allow it. But now that you’ve done it there was no going back. His sight darkened as his mind went blank with anger.

“You dare make fun of me?” as soon as he said that he turned you around and pinned you on the closed door. “Take it back.” he hissed in your face.

“Never!” you tried to seem as if his harsh actions against you had no effect.

“Regret can be the worst fear ever.”

“I’ve never regretted my actions.”

“Fine, then. You asked for it.” San pinned both of your arms above your head with his left hand. His right hand moved up your neck to your jaw as he cupped it and moved his face even closer to yours. “Don’t regret this moment.” and as he said that he crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes opened wide at the shock but quickly shut closed at the disgust feeling in your mind. He pocked his tongue at your lips looking for an entrance to your mouth. Accidentally you moaned in his lips and gasped for air. This gave him enough space to enter your mouth with his tongue now exploring the insides of your mouth. You got dizzy and your arms felt loose. As he noticed that he let your arms fall on your sides and he pulled you up in his arms without breaking the kiss. You weirdly found yourself wanting to kiss him back. You gripped on his white shirt trying not to fall. San was holding you up with his hands on your ass. He started grinding his lower body on yours. Your mind seemed to start going numb as you felt yourself giving in to the pleasure San was giving you. Suddenly you felt something hard grinding under your cloth covered rear. It was San’s half hard cock. This helped you get back to your senses.

Then San laid you on the couch and he came on top of you. He pulled away and smirked at you.

“You look so beautiful. Let’s have some fun.” you smiled as a response while gritting your teeth under your fake smile.

“Have fun on your own.” you whispered in a sweet tone and with a quick movement your leg hit San’s crotch. San squinted in pain as he fell back on the couch holding his aching and half hard parts. You rushed to the door and looked back at San. “No need to walk me out. I know the way.” and with that you left the room and run all the way out of the mansion. Wooyoung, Jongho and another one of San’s friends, you’ve never heard his name of, saw you running out of San’s office and got curious.

“What happened? Why is y/n here?” asked the man.

“San asked me to bring her here.” Wooyoung said thinking back.

“Then why did she leave running?” the man said again.

“Huh, don’t you know San?” Jongho said and looked at the two boys. “Oh come on, Wooyoung, Yeosang... He must have done something inappropriate to her...” he shrugged his shoulders and got up from his chair.

“He’s fast!” Wooyoung said and started laughing.

“It’s not funny Wooyoung... Just think about how y/n must have felt...” Yeosang said and got up from his chair as well.

“I’m going to check on San. Come along.” Jongho said and the boys followed him to San’s office.

“San, we’re coming in.” Yeosang said and he opened the door for them to enter. When they entered the room they saw San laying on his side on the couch while still holding his aching member under his jeans. Wooyoung couldn’t just hold it in and fell on the floor laughing loudly at his friend’s experience.

“Don’t you dare Wooyoung!” he hissed but it didn’t make Wooyoung stop laughing. Jongho sat on the couch next to his brother.

“San, what did you do to y/n?” he asked San looking into his eyes.

“Nothing!” San stood up straight revealing to the boys his half hard member. Wooyoung who was laughing paused for a second before bursting into a deeper laughter.

“He even got a hard on!” Wooyoung was tearing up from all the laughing. Yeosang sighed at San’s revelation.

“What were you thinking San? How could you be so clueless...” Yeosang questioned his friend’s logic of human feelings.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“If you want her to like you, you can’t just throw yourself at her like that.”

“I didn’t throw myself on her! She started it.”

“I doubt that.” Wooyoung said as his laughing finally stopped and he stood up properly.

“Doubt?! You all saw how she was at the club earlier. She was staring at me like I was a three course meal! Didn’t you all see how she fought those bitches just for them to leave me free for her?” San said full of pride.

“Then why did she leave running after that?” Jongho asked ironically his older brother.

“She probably felt embarrassed because she wanted some privacy with me.” San kept mumbling about with pride which made everyone sigh in disappointment for their friend.

“Okay, you’re that clueless.” Yeosang said while scratching the back of his head.

“What?” San said in confusion.

“If she wanted privacy she wouldn’t kick... down there...” Jongho pointed at San’s crotch trying to explain to his clueless brother the reason of your reaction. San got bored of the boys’ telling him he was wrong to do so.

“Fine, enough already... Will you please get out now. I want to rest for a bit...” San spoke loudly and laid his back on the couch.

“You guys go. I’ll follow you later.” Wooyoung said as the others were leaving the room.

“What is it Wooyoung? I told you I want to rest.” San complaint to his friend.

“It’s about y/n...” Wooyoung’s words made San stand up straight.

“I think that y/n is kind of in some trouble.” Wooyoung said and took a seat next to San.

“What do you mean she’s in trouble? Did anything happen?” San got anxious.

“There were some drug dealers outside her house... and inside...”

“What? And you’re telling me now?! What if they’re still there? She’s alone!”

“Don’t worry San. I asked Seonghwa to gather some soldiers and associates outside of y/n’s house 24/7 everyday.” San sighed.

“Why would these people target y/n though?”

“I’ll look into it myself later.”

“Okay, thanks Wooyoung.” San tapped Wooyoung’s shoulder lightly.

“You can count on me, San. Anything for you.” Wooyoung smiled at his dear friend.

“I know, Wooyoung. I know.”

Since the moment you left San’s mansion you’ve been running on the roads. Nonstop. Your mind was blank. You even were almost hit by a car. The chill night weather made you sneeze because your hair was still a little wet from the shower. Or was it wet because of the tears that were running down the corner of your eyes? Your face was a teary mess. You couldn’t understand why you were crying. Was it because of the way San treated you earlier? How vulgar he was. But did he make you feel gross or was it his aggressiveness that shocked you back then? Maybe the cause of the tears was something else. Something related to your mobster family. Your parents made you do whatever they wanted. And now they wanted more of you. How could you not run away after your father asked from you. Marry Kai?! No way... Why would your father even think of marrying you off to someone else’s son? You didn’t care if it was for money or more power. A parent should never use their children as tools. That made them no humans. It was unforgivable. But unless you run away you couldn’t avoid this marriage. Also, the only person that could help you convince your father to refuse the proposal was your older brother. But Chanyeol was in the States. He wasn’t even aware of the arranged marriage. There was no other way to avoid the situation. It took you a lot of courage to come to Seoul and change your life. But what was all this for? The moment your eyes met with San’s your life has been nothing different as it was back in Busan. Problems. A mess. A complete mess.

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[ateez] S A N ➱ baby daddy au

YOU HAVE TO RAISE HIS SON AFTER HE LEAVES. MAFIA SAN.

warnings: teen pregnancy

a/n: sorry ya’ll I accidentally posted this on my main lol - @atinybitofau

• raising a son on your own was hard.

• raising a son whose genes were on par to his notorious father was even harder—

• a hooligan. a mischievous troublemaker.

• an eyesore in morality.

• and yes, your son was just like him.

• cold. ruthless. blood thirsty.

• but unlike San, your son loved you enough never to leave you.

• appreciated the things you did for him enough to stay.

• “Eomma..”

• you turn on your side when your son interrupts your slumber,

• injuries blatant on his tethered arm.

• raising a child who’s now 13 since you were 16 never easy.

• “Where were you, Ari?”

• he sits at the edge of your bed and leans for the warmth only a mother could give. “I was trying to get your medicine.. but I ended up causing a scene and the store owner kicked me out.”

• you sigh letting him lay down beside you. “It’s just a little cold. You don’t need to go and risk your life to save mine.”

• he wants to ask you.

• he’s old enough..

• why hasn’t his father came back to be the one the take care of you?

• to take care of him.

• why do you have to suffer alone?

• “Ari, just do me a favor and take care of yourself the way you do for me.” you cuddle into your sons warmth too. “That’s all I need.”

• but you’re lying.

• you’re getting sicker.

• and he can’t take it anymore.

• he goes to lower than the low to find something to save you, his mother.

• eventually ending up tied up in San’s gang house.

• brutally beat for intervening a drug heist—

• “Alright you little shit,” San holds your son up by the collar, blood running down his face mixed with his tears. “I don’t care that you’re 13 years old. Hell you could’ve been 10 and I’ll still beat the living crap out of you. No one just comes barging into a drug heist for no reason. That’s not just a coincidence.”

• it is.

• it really is.

• and maybe god was just giving him a sign.

• because you were on the verge of dying—

• and his own son being dealt his life and in the hands of his own father,

• yet San still didn’t know what was going on.

• what sign god was trying to give him.

• “I have to admit.” San runs a finger down his son’s chiseled jaw and smirks. “You’ve got a nice face. But in a couple minutes, you might not even be able to recognize it anymore.”

• “I-I-I was just trying to get medicine for my mom! I swear.”

• San really needed to get a clue.

• not all drugs were recreational.

• and some—

• some can actually save lives not just make dirty money.

• “You think I’ll believe that sissy crap?”

• Ari shudders looking to his torn up jeans. “H-her pictures in my wallet. I swear, she’s the only thing I’ll do anything illegal for. I promise I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up. She’d kill me if I got involved. Kill herself if I pushed myself too far.”

• he’s convinced at the desperation in the poor kid’s voice.

• normally not as merciful but he digs through the kid’s pocket for the picture anyway.

• and he should be glad he did because shit—

• the picture of you made him go from 100 to 0 real quick.

• “Y/n?”

• “T-that’s her! That’s my mom.”

• San glances up at the beat up kid, horrified.

• horrified at the sight.

• that he was basically beating to death a walking replica of himself.

• an age far enough that fit the time he left you.

• “You’re telling me my high school sweetheart..” San’s bloody fingers curl around your picture. “The woman you’ve been trying to steal medication for is your mom? The woman in this picture.”

• he’s at first in denial.

• that the kid he almost beat to death was your son.

• but denial hits him even harder the chances he could also be the father.

• “M-my mom is everything to me.” Ari bawls his last tears out begging for his own father to spare his life. or anything to save yours. “She’s only got me. I’ve only got her. S-sir please. At least save her. If you wanna kill me sir, please save my mom first.”

• his jaw clenches,

• still knealt down on one knee propped in front of his pleading son.

• studying every feature of his face.

• how on par everything was to his own.

• San was beating up his son, he realized.

• holy shit he was about to kill his own son.

• “Why didn’t she tell me?”

• “W-what?” his son chokes. “What do you mean?”

• “Fucking hell— kid, I think I’m your dad.”

• the five days that your son was held captive was long enough for your body to grow cold and weaker.

• laying in a hospital bed nearly blacked out.

• your son cries over your body as you sleep.

• hoping he’s not too late.

• not too late to give you the one thing that might be able to keep you alive.

• a husband?

• finally a father to your child.

• “You’re the husband?” the doctor finds San watching from the doorway awkwardly glancing at the black dressed men who towered behind him. “You’ve got quite the entourage there, sir. But not even an army of soldiers would be able to save your wife right now. She’s hanging on a thin line. Barely holding on. That woman needs a miracle if she wants to live the next good years of her life.”

• San watches as his son that he never knew about cries over you.

• wishes you would’ve told him..

• he would’ve stayed.

• would’ve loved you.

• why were you always so selfish? always wanting to do things that pushed you too far even if there were another option available.

• “Eomma.”

• you hear everything.

• your son.

• San.

• “Ma, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get the medicine. I got into trouble again, ma. I’m sorry.” Ari folds his hand over your limp one’s. “B-but I have something even better. Someone who could help you and me. He can take care of us, ma.”

• it hurts.

• you want to wake up for your son because he deserves the world.

• he deserves a fight for the both of you but the option you chose came short.

• in the past, the option of never telling San in the first place of his own son.

• “Ma.. he’s gonna talk to you okay? I’m gonna let him talk to you.” Ari sniffles and suddenly your hand gets replaced with a different warmth. “He’s gonna tell you it’s gonna be okay. I love you, eomma. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”

• it’s almost enough.

• your heart beats a little faster.

• burns a little more so you could breathe on your own.

• it’s definitely working.

• “You shoulda told me, bubba.”

• the nickname San had given you years ago,

• a nickname you thought you’d never hear again, rings in your ear and that light so far away,

• it gets further.

• “You shoulda told me about him. About you.” he lifts your hand against his trembling lips. “13 years? 13 years after I tell you to take care of yourself and now you’re almost dying. Come on now. My girl was a fighter. Pushed herself harder than she wanted to.”

• his voice is like a mantra—

• a dream that gives you a little bit more of life you we’re starting to lose.

• “Bubba, you were the love of my life. And I didn’t tell you enough how much I appreciated you. I know it may be too late and if god forbid I do lose you, I will make sure our baby stays safe okay?”

• you think if you were awake right now you’d be crying.

• as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

• cause the one person who could save you right now—you and your son,

• was right here.

• ready to go merciless to keep you two safe.

• “I left loving you. And I’ll come back loving you. 13 years only kept us apart. But let me tell you, y/n, it never stopped me from loving you.”

• he’s unsure when he lets go of your hand.

• usually gets what he wants with one word—

• cause he’s a notorious mobster.

• but let’s just say you were the one thing he wanted he could’ve never gotten even with two words.

• 3?

• “I love you.” he continues. “And if I’m gonna have to love our son the way I should’ve loved you then so be it.”

• but life’s not like movies where you wake up right during a miracle.

• this miracle takes time.

• and after an EXPENSIVE deal of money and medicine to keep you alive,

• a year it takes for you to finally open your eyes.

• to a nice hospital bed room.

• filled with flowers and the reminiscent scent of old spice and San.

• your hair’s a bit longer.

• the sun’s definitely brighter.

• but not as bright as the smile you see once you turn to the side.

• “Good morning beautiful.” San reaches his forehead against yours. “How were your dreams?”

• you choke on a decent reply. “S-San?”

• “The one and only.”

• “Where’s— Where’s Ari? Where’s my—“

• “Our?” San chuckles softly. “You mean our son.”

• you kind of remember.

• it takes a while to remember the voices and the dreams in your head.

• how waking up to find them real was surreal on its own.

• “He’s at school, bubba.” San cradles your face in the palm of his hand staring at you like he was hypnotized. “I’ll have someone pick him up. Tell him mommy’s awake.”

• “San..” you shake your head in his hand. “How is this real?”

• “Our son might be a miracle worker. Brought us together the way we made him. Brought me so I could keep you alive.”

• cheesy as you remember.

• although this handsome and older version of your old flame you aren’t too sure.

• “So you just show up while I’m in a coma and play daddy while I sleep?” you hoarsely chuckle while he smiles against your lips. “Even after 13 years, you won’t grudge against me for not telling you?”

• “I can’t blame you for trying to save yourselves.” he admits with his lips still on yours. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I know still I’m not. But I’m gonna try this time. Even if I have to pretend I’m not who I am sometimes.”

• you two are interrupted by a crying teenager.

• one you remembered resembled San.

• but now them standing right next to each other,

• looking like two carbon copies and a surreal dream in your head.

• maybe you are dead...

• “Ma!” he shoves his father away abruptly. “Look ma! I brought dad! He helped pay your debt, pays for my school. Even finished the hospital bills.”

• you glare at your always boisterous ex boyfriend and long lost father to your son.

• “You did what?”

• “Did I mention this was my way of getting back at you for not telling me about my 14 year old son?”

• “San how the hell am I gonna pay you back?”

• you just woke up.

• and the doctor runs in ready to sedate to keep you stable for at least more than 24 hours.

• but the way San looks at you is enough.

• him being there like your life long medication itself.

• holding your hand while your son holds your other one proposing,

• “Marry me. And we can call it even.”

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S E O N G H W A ⥈ mafia au series

RECAP: you finally have to close the deal with the devil and you meet with Hongjoong one last time before becoming a married woman. you also decide to postpone a honeymoon for another time.

word count: 2010+ , tags: angst

characters: ateez (ensemble), fem!reader

⤩ CHAPTER 2 ⤩

character list . prologue . one

Turns out Jongho had a thing for weeding out the imperfections, flaws in a woman. It was easy for him, arriving no later than 11 in the morning to join both you and San after your dress fitting to do your hair.

“I can fix the hair.” The city turned country gangster’s lips grimace at the dark bags under your drooping eyes. “The makeup.. you’ll have to do on your own, sweetheart.”

You clutch on the silver necklace he’s handed you before he put his hands on your head, the thought of blessing Seonghwa with an engagement gift beyond your intentional rights. You play with the small compass charm between your fingers and gaze at your reflection in the mirror.

So you look like complete shit: lack of sleep, lack of encouragement, lack of pride. This was you in your most pitiful state and the boys could only spare mercy in your absence of excitement. You’ve always dreamed about family and weddings— the trends in modern life you were never entitled to try. Seonghwa was already giving you parts of the world you’ve always wanted and you couldn’t hate him for that. The arrangement however was something you’ll have to hold against him.

“You look beautiful.” Yunho nods in your direction after Jongho fluffs at your curled hair. “Y/n, you do. Now stop frowning and making it worse.”

You let out an upheaval sigh. “Remind me again why I have to dress up for such a casual occasion.”

San scoffs from the side still nitpicking his sleek suit. “This is your wedding, y/n. Have some respect for yourself. It’s the least you can do.”

“It’s a wedding with a man I don’t even want. And he said so himself this was more a partnership than ties of love.” You force yourself to retort in the nicest way possible. “Seonghwa has good intentions and that’s great. But my place in his heart is not something I earned and I’m far from pleased.”

“You rather woo Seonghwa? Then do it, at least, after your wedding.” Yunho charmingly places his chin over your shoulder to face you in the mirror. “This wedding is passed formalities but something he sought good for the both of you. He wants you to feel comfortable and that’s leeway enough to your heart. Accept it as it is and maybe you won’t get shot.”

You hear it so many times, you ponder over thought of maybe wanting to get shot at this point. Why was Seonghwa so prideful? What else was he hiding?

“The day he ever wants to shoot me is the day I end this partnership of his he claims is good for the both of us.”

The trio behind you pause in their movements and let your answer sink in. It’s not everyday they get to see a woman get ready to marry a man they assume to be their best friend. It certainly isn’t every day they get to see a woman as beautiful as you sit in front of them with a personality as fierce as their empty hearted boss. Although they’re intimidated, they feel a particular sense of relief knowing you’re fully aware of your circumstances. They didn’t sign up for meddling in an innocent life though you’re far from innocent.

“We have to meet some of our partners..” San clears his throat as you fumble with the jewelery in your hand. “I’m sure you won’t mind if we leave you with your thoughts for a bit.”

“Not at all.” please.

They hum in response before setting out prompt, your thoughts a little more blind in your head than they think. You look in the mirror after they leave and think to yourself that you’re just a penny of satisfaction. The best way for you to accept all this is to breathe and let it go. It’s gotten you this far.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” A voice echoes through the slit of the door. “If you haven’t tried killing yourself already.”

Your eyes light up like a child on Christmas Day. “Hongjoong.”

His lips quirk at your tone of admiration. “You look beautiful, babe.”

Your own lips quiver and you’reholding back the years of tears. “Can you hug me please? Just this once?”

He sighs softly before coming over to take you into his arms. The homey embrace of someone you trusted— no someone who trusts you was enough to end some misery. The one thing Seonghwa could grant you that you’d thank him for was this. Hongjoong was far from what you deserve but he’s someone you wished you could have. Life served you another platter and you can’t just complain and ask for a refund.

“Of all the years I’ve known you, y/n, seeing you in a wedding gown would be the last thing I’d ever imagine.”

You roll your eyes at the city mobster before turning in your chair. “I’m surprised he let you imagine let alone show up today.”

Hongjoong presses his lips together and fumbles with his tie. “There’s a lot of things you’d be surprised by.”

You sniffle mostly to undermine all the overwhelming thoughts in your head. Hongjoong sees right through you though.

“I’m sure Seonghwa’s got good intentions. Despite the fact, obviously, I’m not all for the things he does—Beyond what he does, y/n, he’s a good guy.”

You scoff his way, looking elsewhere in your reflection afraid of his words.

“Are you here to patronize the enemy some more or walk me down the aisle?”

He chuckles wholeheartedly, coming over to plant a reassuring kiss on the top of your head. Where your father lacked, Hongjoong picked up. You can’t name a single man— no person on this planet who has made you whole enough as Hongjoong does and maybe why Seonghwa is threatened. Hongjoong is a force no one is reckoned to feel accustomed to. The city monster had ties everywhere. Feeling sorry for your father was one thing; feeling sorry for you was little of what the truth was.

“You are a gem.” He annunciations through a genuine smile. “Be it Seonghwa nor I aren’t lucky to have. You’re a blessing.”

You look into Hongjoong’s eyes with a type of everlasting loyalty you can’t define. “How can you be okay with Seonghwa having me? I was already yours..”

“Your father was mine and I let you have the benefit of the doubt.” His comment sharpens at the end.

“Losing him was nothing but means to end for you. Don’t act like it was more than that.” You try to rebuttal.

“It was something I didn’t like but it sure as hell made you happy. And so I heard.”

Hongjoong’s very casual. He likes to be hands on in a moment and is, trend wise, very different from your future husband. It’s not like you loved Hongjoong romantically or anything. It just felt wrong to need to love someone else that’s all.

“Walk down the aisle.” He whispers again against the crown of your ear, hand hovering over your bare shoulders with hesitance and grace. “I’ll always be right here when you need me the most.”

It’s some misdirection partly. Also partly your fault that you’ve gotten here. Now you’re walking down an aisle with Southside’s very own devil standing at the alter awaiting you. You don’t look back on purpose. That and Hongjoong’s grip right beside is not one on par with a fatherly gesture. Hongjoong probably wanted to wring Seonghwa for what it’s worth too.

“Past formalities?” Hongjoong mumbles when you two get one step closer to the end of your suicide mission.

“Definitely past that.”

“Knock em dead, sweetheart.”

Let the party commence.

There was little shared words between you, your new husband, and the pastor. With what seemed like false devotion and empty promises, the wedding reception began. You two sat together on a podium where it’s pretty obvious Seonghwa’s treated like royalty. You were right in his district and with first impressions comes clear boundaries to be made. He wanted you to know where he stands. You two sat together as husband and wife but complete strangers. It was awkward watching the sight of men come and go to prove that Seonghwa was nothing but a merciless mafia boss. The gifts weren’t even of your benefit either.

Hongjoong left early (something you’ll press against him some other day forward) and you were stuck thinking about when this cursed day was going to end. Somehow someway it did and you were in a car fraternizing with the enemy this time.

“— So you married me instead?”

The air gets thick. It almost gets so thick you think you’re getting some type of allergic reaction to his face in the confinement of his wide vehicle. Staring at him was no gut wrenching eye sore but it’s not something you were used to just yet. Seonghwa’s eyes matched the color of war— red with fury and relent. There was something there that his calm tone didn’t quite express to it’s fullest capability.

“You’d rather be dead?”

His coldness reflected on you. It’s probably your body’s natural mechanism of defense coming to play because you’re sure as hell you’re not gonna let some man control you for the rest of your life. No, you may not get that right to speak up and say something that might as well get you killed but you still aren’t gonna let him walk all over you.

“Are you gonna get out of your dress or did you want me to strip you out of it for you instead?”

His tone persists as he emerges from the bathroom to see you sitting on solemn. You glance up tiredly at the cheeky bastard who’s lips perk at your attention. You look away without a word at all before taking your dress off without further notice.

His throat clams up at the sight, unsure of how long his self constraint would last even for the night. The sight of your broadened narrow shoulders— bare and ready to taste— was something he was definitely not prepared for. His hands tremble as the damp towel between his fingers drops and you glance to look at him.

“Tempted?” You rasp in the most taunting voice you could fabricate. “Mind me, but you asked if I was going to get out of my dress, Seonghwa. I’m showing you that I can follow basic instructions, was that not what you asked of me? Of this partnership.”

He chokes on that, jaw clenched. “Pressing my buttons, honey, is not something I suggest you test.”

You hold your dress up back to your chest as you turn to face him. “I’m just letting you know what kind of wife you gambled to marry, my sweet husband.”

He nearly screams the moment you slam the bathroom door. Not realizing on both sides that either of you were ready to combust. You shower the anger, the resentment away and Seonghwa just lays back on his bed staring at the bathroom door.

He needs to stay away from you at any time possible. Until he learns to control himself at least. Living with a woman, a woman of his absurd dreams, was proving itself difficult. You weren’t just gonna give yourself up to him just like that either.

“Sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow.” Is all he says before turning on his back when you shut the lights off.

You stare at it. Like the night before when he got in bed without even saying a word, feeling cold.

“J-Just me?” You ask propped still on your elbow in the dark.

“I have business to take care of in the city. You’ll have San and Yunho tomorrow.” His voice lulls deeper as he’s getting pulled to his exhaustion. “It’s training you have to endure just in case. Hongjoong informed me you never took part in your father’s extravaganza’s and I need to know my wife is safe while I leave.”

“You want me to learn how to fight?”

“Something like that..”

@atinybitofau

[lilithssecretgarden]

♢ Rules and Guidelines ♢

(This post can be changeable)

Who do I Write For? (in no particular order)

☁︎ BTS* ☁︎ GOT7 ☁︎ Mamamoo  ☁︎ Monsta X* + Wonho* ☁︎ NCT127* ☁︎ Seventeen ☁︎ SF9 ☁︎ WayV* ☁︎ The Rose

*Okay so… Please don’t be mad, but my headcanons can be a bit old and outdated… I used to follow their content… a lot… somehow, I lost a bit of track. Hopefully, I will start to watch more content and I will be right back to them!

Maybe, in the future? (in no particular order)

ATEEZ (I know them almost since debut, but I feel like I lost them and all their growth at some point) 

 Pentagon (okay… sadly just found them, but they’re already calling for me)

VICTON (Hanse has me wrapped around his finger)

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Types of Writing I Intend to share in the Blog:

Headcanons

Drabbles  

Timestamps

One-Shots

Full fanfictions

I write fluff, angst and smut.

What can you request?

Headcanons

Drabble

Timestamps (still trying to figure it out the day)

What can you not request?

One-Shots

Full fanfictions

I’m always open to

MTL

Top 5/10 (…)’s

Ranks

Would You Rather

Your own headcanons and ideas!!!

General asks

Please don’t ask me for MTL’s or rankings that involve a group and specific body types, for example, “MTL in Seventeen to go for someone chubbier”. It can be quite harmful and painful to see someone’s bias ranked low or even high… Although we all know this is just for fun and that we don’t know them or their linking’s or personalities, it can still be hurtful. Please know that you are so much more than your body and the ideal beauty standard society set for people is bullshit and it can kiss our beautiful asses. 

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📎Request Rules📎

(if you don’t follow these rules your ask/request is likely going to be deleted.)

Make sure the type of writing and the member in question is explicit, for example, “I would like to request a drabble with Mark Lee from NCT127.”. 

Don’t forget to also mention if you want angst, fluff or smut!

If you want a specific AU, be explicit, for example “Can I have a drabble with the au friends to lovers with Jeonghan from Seventeen?”

If you want a particular gender or no gender at all, please add that to your request. I will try my best for you!

Feel free to request chubby reader inserts, I know how hard it’s to find content for us or content that makes us feel represented and warm inside.

Don’t specific names, or really, really descriptive body types and features. Unless you pay for it *wink wink* 😂For real, I want to keep those specifics as vague as possible.

I will not write the following themes: suicide, abuse or rape.

If you want to talk or mention mental health triggering topics (depression, self-harm, suicide) please put a warning right at the beginning of the ask. 

🔞 Smut Rules🔞

Rape or abuse is a NO (as mention above)

Non-consensual, age play and poo-play are going to be a no too.

It will take a lot, and I really mean A LOT, to convince me to write piss-play.

I will not write or discuss smut for born idols over 2002, and even then! I get to choose those idols! For the simple fact that it’s totally different a company introduce you right away to a grown-ass person in its nineteens or twenties than seeing those idols grow. Hope this makes sense to you.

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⚡️Some AU’s I’m interested in⚡️

Angels, Demons

Assassins

Best Friends to Lovers

Detectives

Enemies to Lovers

Futuristic

Gangsters / mobsters

Gods and Goddesses

Harry Potter (before you ask… Yes, I have problems with JK. Rowling and some stuff in the books)

Magic & magic users

Ninjas

Pirates

Reincarnation

Royalty

Spies

Superheroes

Vampires

Werewolves

Zombies

Yes, I love supernatural things and superpowers, a lot. If you want an AU that isn’t here, please ask before requesting!

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ATINYIDEA’S 700 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL

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HELLO! Welcome to my 700 followers special!

Before I start I want to just take a little time to address the things that have been happening in the kpop community during the previous weeks/months. 

Please keep yourselves safe, if you need time away from social media then take it. You are allowed to be mad or sad, your feelings are valid. 

I wish nothing but peace for you during the upcoming months, full of kindness and time to heal. You are always welcome to come to talk to me if you feel like you need to just get things off your chest.

Please note that I will always write for members that are no longer with their groups (Hwall and Woojin specifically) even though they may no longer be in the group.

That being said, onto the special! (A total of 70 prompts)

Since it is, in fact, Halloween today I decided to add some spooky au idea’s and prompts too, in case anyone wants a Halloween blurb from me! 

Some prompts are from the following pages:

@bucky-plums-barnes’s 50 cliché tropes and prompts

@wordsnstuff‘s Dark Quotes & Prompts

@alloveroliver‘s Smut + Fluff Prompt List 

@fayesfairylights‘s smutty prompts

@creativepromptsforwriting‘s Halloween Throwbacks

As always, everything is under the cut!

A reminder of the groups I write for: 

Ateez, 

Fromis_9, 

NCT, 

Rocket Punch,

SF9,

Stray Kids,

The Boyz,

TXT,

WJSN!

Here is my ask box.

Normal Stuff: (30)

Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.

We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand 

Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles

I need a date for this wedding

There are people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it

Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

“we’re in public, you know”

“This sofa costs fifteen thousand dollars, don't you dare ruin it” ‘guess ill just have to cum in you then’ 

“were just…friends.” ‘friends don't do this type of shit!’

“she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s handcuffs and gags.”

“Am I bothering you?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Did you sleep well?”

“How did you find out?”

“You can keep it”

“I’m working on it”

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“i fucking love you” 

“hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” 

“i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“Your hair is so soft..” 

“What day is it?”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Have I told you this before?”

Spooky Stuff: (40)

Angel/ Demon Au’s

You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out

Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you

“We’re all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.”

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” - Mary Oliver

“It’s scary what a smile can hide.”

“I’m not the kind of girl that mothers like. I’m not happy and bubbly. I’m dark and cloudy because I’m the kind of crazy person who feels bad for serial killers.”

“You can’t sell dreams to someone who has walked through nightmares.”

“We all have demons. I just choose to feed mine.”

“Go to hell” “I’ve been there. The Devil didn’t like me and spat me back out”

“Don’t play with the devil. he always cheats.”

“You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,”

“So this doesn’t bother you?” “Honestly, the wings are kinda disconcerting.“

“What can I say? Opposites attract.” “That is really not a good excuse for sleeping with a bloody angel!”

“So, now you have a tattoo that wasn’t there yesterday?” “Yes.”

Hybrid Au’s

Hands brushing unexpectedly

Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“Bite me,” “Where?”

“mine” ‘say it again’ 

“Most of the time being a werewolf sucks. But in 2020 there will be a full moon on Halloween and I’m going to win all the costume contests!”

There was a cat sitting in my kitchen. I don’t know where it came from because none of my neighbours owns a cat. She just sat there on my kitchen table and stared into my eyes.

“Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?”

Witch Au’s

“They told me not to play with fire, and I should’ve listened because I got burned by your soul and you left me in the ashes.”

“I wish I could choose which memories to remember.”

“The way you smile like that always turns me on,”

“Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

Vampire Au’s

“He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.”

“He looked at me as if I were the only star in her darkest night and he kissed me as if I were the air that filled her lungs.”

“The moon is my sun, the night is my day. Blood is my life, and you are my prey.”

“We worry about tomorrow like it’s promised.”

“I would rather walk in the dark with a friend, than alone in the light.” - Helen Keller

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first and is waiting for it.” - Terry Pratchett

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” 

“What do you want for breakfast?” “Why are you asking me that at 10 o’clock at night-OH.”

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” 

“Okay.” “Okay?! I tell you I’m a vampire and you say ‘okay’?!” “As long as you don’t start sparkling when we hang out, I don’t see the problem.”

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H:

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@larilarilep / @latteforschool-art / @lazlowrites / @leemarkmywords / @leoxqueen / @levoli2407 / @lifeofwordsbydani / @lifewithkpop / @limariojichuu / @littfallenrebel / @lizbether01 / @llscxlack / @lmaojeongin / @loggyj / @lohverx / @looney-joonie / @loudestgirl / @loveydowey / @lovisak98 / @lross603 / @lucky24op / @lullaby-in-the-dark / @lunaneedsleep / @luwoobae / @lingdidi / @lilhwahwa / @linlailluvia / @leoslut6969 / @lee-thought-so / @littleaprilcherryblossom / @leahlupin / @lostintheendlessvoidthatislife / @littleprincess-5 / @lordandsaviourjisooschrist / @live4bandmerch / @lil-kookie-06 / @l0nelyn1ghts-world / @luizyb0bbless / @lalamamala0 / @luvz-evy / @lydia-martintw / @latardisdellector / @lovingchoisan / @lnfernalbeauty / 

M:

@magicalgirlviolet / @maisie-sullivan / @mal-neon-kitty / @mellamosallie / @melso1229 / @melwooa / @micaelavvvvvvvvv / @middlegguk / @minni-i / @momoeirin / @monyoongles / @mooneylooney1 / @mrsblue1992 / @multitasking-multiple-fandoms / @maris41s / @miranda676 / @moonchildsg / @mailani-annie / @mostexoticwinebottle / @matshyoza / @mischievouskpop / @mirajunheeswife / @marsgotnojams / @mypirateking-hongjoong / @mintmingi / @multifandomhoee / @meralien52 / @monstaxsquad / @multixrad / @moodringprincess / @marshma11ow07 / @magdelenauchiha / @marvelsbts / @marshmellow-hwa / @mysaarahstuff / @multikzen / @mingisfixonexe / @moonmork / @minghaore / @madnpan / @mikayuu211200 / @mrsschoi / @mooneylooney1 / @meisueyshaoo / @mikupink888 / @markleecaneatmyass / @mithrilnen / @mysuitcasehairdoland / @mala-firebringer / @markie9me / @moonsandyogurts / @mazepotterpop / @michligo / @mamaredagirl / 

N:

@namjoon-ahhh / @nico-vastia / @nochucometrbl / @notthattennagewitch / @nattyct / @nsfwyoonji / @noisyfairydonkey / @never-ever-gonna / @needle-ss-to-say / @nicolaharlot / @nekdnblock / @nenie223 / @nxkskks / @namkookisreal / @neighcd / @notahumanperson / 

O:

@officially-jungshook / @ohmyseoul / @ohwooyoung / @omgkeylla / @omgphilip12 / @oncenanas / @ohwenjunhui / @ongnie / @oopssun / @ohwooyoung / @ohwellimherenow / @oncemy-jinyeon / 

P:

@pagangoddess1 / @parkmin99choi / @peachynamuu / @peaches-an-vegan-cream / @pockys-world / @pieeeapple / @primaryofyunhoismyteddy / @prettyseonghwa / @princesselementdark / @pt82897 / @princessmara-sfw / @pwark-jisung / @pitchblvckk / @perhapseonghwa / @pure-3vil / @pastozen127 / @pumpkinpcy / @princessminkiatinylov3 / @parade-star / @proudslytherin18 / @pyqapyqot / @peachesandmark /  @promise-san / @psyduckstudies / @paieony / @peach04love / @paulla325 / @prsghwpeachy / @patheticnerd360 / 

Q:

@qualitybonkfishsports / @quiet-seoks / @quitewindy /

R:

@radioactiveteddybear36 / @rasmusen14 / @reallyfancytrash / @realpamie / @reapermeohmy / @ren-jvn / @retrohyuk / @rialoca / @royaitease / @ryleeroseb4 / @re-biirthday / @redxfangirl / @rosecrystalteartrop / @redcoloredblack / @read-all-about-kpop / @resbap / @redrteokkboki / @rainygothflapghost / @rainbowglitteramythyst / 

S:

@saf1ya-j0nes / @sanshineeeee / @santanlatte / @sarahallenqueen11 / @sazleeanas / @sea-ship / @seeosix / @seesawsmin-flower / @seolrose / @seonghwalove / @shajiii / @shiberpng / @shikyus / @shining-universe / @silentiona / @suhway / @simplykpopfantastic / @sjksxicuyd / @skinnygirl-wanna-be / @skzsuniverse / @smol-joong / @snowkissangel / @snowyuki10 / @solanaris / @sopeloveee / @softfor-sweaterpaws / @softforchanyeol / @softforyunho / @soobinniesun / @soulofatiny / @stanmesstm / @stannex7 / @starlightatiny / @stayatiny325924 / @straypatchkids / @stu-ffel / @stuffulzzangxxx / @sunshinehanjisung / @sierrah-rose / @sansbada-da / @softjunh / @sleepyninibear / @swaegjhoe / @skz-voices / @sweetarto / @sleepingsag / @skzsoftieuwu / @sanlusts / @superluvr / @sswlvjstdnc / @skkarut / @sackofpotatoes64 / @stopthecats / @sunshine-sungie / @seonmintbby / @seungminjilix / @shoot-ingstars / @sailor-baek / @seojonneh / @socially-conbaffelated / @sassyateexbtspalace / @softkstan / @schone-lie / @siren-e / @sana-yaa / @seominsoo-main / @seokurity / @sticylee / @sillyprunebasketballpickle / @smolchild-lol / @softteez / @sanshinexe / @saniscute / @sansprincess / @sushimode / @sanssoftie / @star-daegyu / @superbponycowboyzonk / @seoultraveller / @stay-astray / @sana-yaa / @simevrsaljkocro / @smolbabu02 / @sugasheart / @sanniebabie / @soulhsok / @scftnct / @sandy-seashells / @sherrawed / @sunflowersungs / @syputnik / 

T:

@tae-bae03 / @taeclsz / @taehyungdearest / @taerowe / @thatfangirlnamedbeth / @the-atiny / @the-riddle-master / @theartofcherishing / @thegirlwholovesthem / @thekeyssstoyourheart / @thevalianthideoutcollector / @thirlwallsky / @thirstyforjungjaehyun / @tia18012002 / @tinyspaceblossom / @tkiahpoe / @treasuresatiny / @trotlover / @thantophcbic / @teandmilkk / @totallynotannie / @thegreenflamingojanette / @timaeustestified42069 / @trinity-belly93 / @tonyyystank / @thatfiloitaliankid / @tinyjisung / @tapikachu / @sir-tophamhat / @thegirlwiththedorkydad / @theshytsuki / @thediaboliclover / @triviaserendipity / @takimata2017 / @teleportingtraveller / @to-hurt-and-comfort / @tinypursedreambiscuit / @tito-the-mermaid / 

U:

@un-kpop-ular / @velvetsense / @untainted-memories / @venussbabyy / @verivery-cute / @uwujisungoppa / @universallybiscuiteclipsething / @ugz4dayz / @ulzzang-yerim / 

V:

@vinweiisbae / @voulavioli / @vutegukk / @vforvividimagination / @vrenons / @valex19 / @videogayminsung / @vienelis /

W:

@warmbodiesbrokenheart / @whatevermakesyousad / @wintermaedchenworld / @wonbuns/ @wonwowzers / @wooyonology / @wooyounger / @wildly-lost-lantern / @woojinloveschicken / @were-all-stardust-in-the-end / @winnie1603 / @withloveskz / @wafflejizz / @wonho-littlebaby / @wholelotta-kpop / @windy-tokyo-nights / 

X:

@xhanjisungiex / @xiao-xui / @xiaobapling / @xodori / @xuphori / @xsabsnor / @xx-beautyqueen-xx / @xxxcottencandyxxx / @xokpop-aestheticsxo / @xyourgirlangelx / @xiaogenkaigoku / 

Y:

@yanzwut / @yeosaangs / @yeosangelz / @yeosangkang / @yoonriise / @yoyoyogurtpot / @yukine-smx / @yunhobear / @yunhoonthestreet / @yunhoswife / @yunhosworld / @yuta-the-mountain-man / @yxngoxe / @yeosangishot / @yunhosqueen / @youseissi / @yeehaw-gang / @yeoddang / @yangfeinia / @yanderetbzkids / @yunhosfadedhair / @yeethee / @yeeskzhaw / @yeontaeie / @yourpinkyblossom / @yongguksduck / @yeosangscupid / 

Z:

@zhruwu / @zebraluv1990 / @zhenninq / 

SPECIAL THANKS:

TO the 12 of you who followed me after i hit 700 followers

TO my new friends @markleecaneatmyass and @seoultraveller, i hope we can be good friends for a long time!

TO everyone who has stayed with me during my lack of inspiration and sad moments.

REMINDER! You are loved and it’s okay to take a break!

[bvidzsoo]

Masterlist

↳ MS stands for Mini-series; S for Series; 18+ for anything that contains mature themes; F for Fluff; A for Angst; you’ll find warnings at the start of each one-shot

☆ Drive to survive ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Formula One Racer AU; Red Bull driver AU ☆ You belong to me ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; mobster AU; Joker/Harley vibes ☆ I know you want me ↳ [F; A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; enemies AU; police reader AU ☆ Is Santa the new Cupid? ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; holiday themed AU; office romance AU; mutual pinning AU; bother's best friend AU

☆ Lust we both share ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; vampire AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ Your desire ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; sugar daddy AU; university AU ☆ Take me to Paris... ↳ [F; A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; single mother AU ☆ Obliviate Me ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; Harry Potter AU; lovers to enemies AU; tragic love AU ☆ Sugar on my lips ↳ [F, suggestive]: non-idol AU; university AU; sports AU; 90's romcom; enemies to lovers AU

☆ Who am I? ↭ Part 2 ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; university AU; bad boy AU; gang AU ☆ From people you know, to people you don't ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; lovers to exes to aqcuittances AU ☆ bf!Yunho instagram stories ↳ [F]; smau; idol AU; boyfriend AU ☆ Above the world ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Spiderman AU, strangers to lovers AU, highschool AU ☆ Under the pretense ↳ [F, suggestive]: non-idol AU; university AU; sports AU; 90's romcom; enemies to lovers AU ☆ How beautiful you are ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Jane Austen AU; 1770 AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ Thousand Miles, just to get you back ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; Hunger Games AU; rivals to lovers!au ☆ Take your breath away ↳ [A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; Academy AU; werewolf AU; mates AU; unrequited love-ish AU ☆ The trace of you ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU, psychiatrist x patient AU, forbidden love AU, mutual pining AU

☆ Take Control ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; reader is a gang member

☆ Your worst mistake... ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; Hunger Games AU; stylist San AU & victor reader AU; forbidden love AU

☆ Grease and Oil ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; car mechanic AU; mutual pining AU ☆ Love Me Like A Rockstar ↳ [S;A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; enemies to lovers AU; university AU; rockstar AU; he fell first, but she fell harder AU ☆ Forget-me-not ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; illegal racing AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ Love you, forever ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; boyfriend AU; university AU ☆ Preying on you tonight ↳ [A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; Academy AU; werewolf AU; vampire AU; enemies to lovers AU; mates AU ☆ bf!Mingi instagram stories ↳ [F]; smau; non-idol AU; boyfriend AU ☆ Cold Red Iron ↳ [18+, humour]; non-idol AU; Iron Man AU; workplace AU; enemies to something more AU ☆ Haunted me, haunting you ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; Hunger Games AU; victor AU; acquittances since childhood to lovers AU ☆ Your little monster ↳ [18+]; non-idol!au, mafia!au, established relationship!au, mafia reader!au, Harley Quinn x Joker inspired relationship

☆ Daemonium ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; demon AU; crack AU; dormmate AU; university AU ☆ I'll go animal to keep you next to me ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; stalker AU; university AU; strangers to enemies AU

☆ Shameless ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; marriage of convenience AU; established relationship AU

☆ Black Ocean ↳ [S; A; F; 18+]; non-idol AU; pirate AU; siren AU ☆ bf!ateez drunk texting you while they're out with the boys ↳ [F, suggestive]; non-idol AU; smau; boyfriend AU ☆ best friend!ateez texting you about tomorrow's exam they have forgotten about ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; smau; best friend AU ☆ drunk texting bff!Ateez and accidentally confessing you're into them ↳ [nsfw]; non-idol AU, smau, best friends to lovers AU ☆ accidentally texting fwb!ateez about the hook-up ↳ [nsfw]; non-idol AU, smau, friends with benefits AU ☆ texting fiancé!ateez about their Coachella performance as you weren't able to attend it ↳ [F]; idol AU, smau, fiancé AU, Coachella AU lol ☆ Beyond the Obscure ↳ [S;A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; royal AU; assassin AU; fae AU; fantasy AU ☆ Cosmically divine ↳ [S;18+;A;F]; non-idol AU; Greek mythology AU ☆ ATEEZ as dads ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; parents AU, scenarios AU ☆ The Games ↳ [A;F;S]; non-idol AU; Hunger Games AU

☆ Devil!Hongjoong ☆ Vampire!Seonghwa ► Slow it down →  Park Seonghwa ► Summer Lovin' → Jung Wooyoung ► Does he know? → Choi San ► Love made me crazy → Choi Jongho ► Sweeter than honey → Jeong Yunho ► Stern, but sweet → Choi San ► Cherry Blossoms → Song Mingi ☆ Boyfriend!Wooyoung → Jung Wooyoung

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