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written-in-flowers · 11 months ago

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Be the Light: Pt. 5 (seongjoongxFem!reader)

Pairing: Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Fem!reader | Side pairing(s): Ateez x Fem!reader.

Word count: 5k

Genre: fluff, smut/ AU: historical au, arranged marriage au, polyamorous, royalty au

Summary: YN has spent her entire life in service of Han Sookmyung, Queen of Hanseong. She never dreamed above her station, or that she'd ever be in reach of Sookmyung's concubines, 'The Golden Ones'. But, when secrets are brought to life, her world is turned upside-down.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, heavily referenced torture (briefly), heavily referenced abuse (briefly), heavily referenced sexual abuse (briefly), enslavement, slight gaslighting, lost sibling, political drama, historical drama, joseon!au, concubine!ateez, nsfw content, virgin!reader, polyamory, polygamous, throuple, threesome m/m/f, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), group sex, multiple positions, multiple partners, cunnlingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, virgin sex, virginity discussed.

And a huge, huge thanks to my beta @daesukiii !!! Without them, this wouldn't be as good lol

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Part 4 < > Part 6

****

They combed the entire palace, but Hongjoong knew they'd never find her. Sookymung lived here her entire life, knowing the secret passages and exits. With her supporters aiding her, she is likely on her way out of the city. Still, Hongjoong and San searched in the northern part of the palace grounds; Yunho and Yeosang searched the west while Jongho and Wooyoung took men to the east. He knew you were safe with Seonghwa in the harem, but he couldn’t help thinking of Sookmyung finding her way in there. Whether it is true or not, Sookmyung will believe you had a hand in this and come for you. She'd told him repeatedly how deeply she trusted you, bordering on being in "love" with you. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from picturing her sneaking into your chambers, and plunging a knife into you like she'd done to his mother. He couldn't protect her, but he can protect you.

This fight was far from over.

By the time they returned to the harem, he found the other conspirators in the main room awaiting him. Jisoo spotted him first.

"Did you find her?"

"No," he shook his head. "She must have fled into the city. The city watch is on alert, but they won't find her." He looked at Wonshik, "We were betrayed. You said we had support on our side," he snapped at him angrily, "You said they'd stand with us against her. I don't know if you've noticed, but at least half of them defended Sookmyung instead of arresting her."

"It was the Dukes of Daegu, Gongju, and Ulleungdo who defected," Wonshik said. "I am not surprised by this. They have much to lose if Sookmyung is not on the throne. I should have foreseen this outcome-"

"-Yes, you should have," he looked about the room for you, "Where is YN?" He needed to see you.

"She's asleep, Your Grace," Chaewon told him.

"Alone?" His eyebrows raised at this serious oversight. "When Sookmyung is out there?"

"She's being closely guarded," said Jisoo.

"By who?"

"Seojoon and Minho-"

"-No," Hongjoong interrupted, "None of Sookmyung’s old guards. Until they have proven their loyalty to their new queen, I do not want any of the old guards overseeing YN."

"Your Grace," she began, "Seojoon and Minho have proven themselves to be loyal servants to The Crown, not specifically Sookmyung."

"I don't care." He looked to the men behind him. If he should trust any of them, it should be the men who stood at his side. "San, Mingi, I want you to watch over YN."

"Are you-" Mingi began to say, but Hongjoong cut him off.

"-I am. San, you used to be an army captain. Mingi, you worked for pirate hunters. I trust you both to keep her safe."

There are so few people he can trust, he realized. Sookmyung knew about this coupe. Someone within their circle whispered their treason, and she gathered people loyal to her. It is the only explanation. She’d known they’d come for her eventually, but you being revealed as her sister distracted her. Even if she does not get her throne back, she will make sure you suffer. Hongjoong saw, watching San and Mingi leave the room, that he cannot simply let anyone be around you. Sookmyung’s allies may have stationed spies within the palace. One of them might even be ordered to kill you. He’d do everything in his power to make sure that never happened.

“What of the lords from Daegu, Gongju and Ulleungdo?” asked Seonghwa. “They’ll likely still be in the palace, if not already in the city.”

“I vote we round whoever remains,” said Advisor Junhan, “And hold them as hostages. We will send word to their families that unless they bend the knee to Queen YN, their children will continue to be imprisoned here.”

“No,” Wonshik disagreed, “If we do such a thing, we are no better than Sookmyung. We must continue searching for her.”

“But how?” asked Seonghwa. “We don’t have the men to spare for such a search. Besides, a whole host of men is a lot harder to hide.”

“I will write to Changbin,” Jisoo suggested. “He has plenty of connections and people to send about the kingdom for us.”

“Can they be trusted to not speak if captured?” asked Advisor Heechul. “Sookmyung’s methods of interrogation are horrendous. She may discover all she needs to know if she apprehends one of them.”

“They won’t talk,” said Hongjoong quietly. He thought of Naeun, who remained loyal until the very end. “Sookmyung tortured Naeun for hours, and she never said a word. Send word to Changbin,” he told Jisoo, “And tell him to plant his spies in the courts of Daegu, Gongju, and Ulleungdo. If Sookmyung is anywhere near those places, they might find out where.”

“Sookmyung will not make this an easy task,” noted Advisor Junhan. “I personally trained her in combat and martial arts. She is an excellent strategist-”

“-No, she is not,” argued Hongjoong. “She’s built her reputation as a great war strategist on lies and fear. It does not take military know-how to storm a castle and put it to the torch. Sookmyung only succeeded in war because she had advisors much more talented and knowledgeable than herself. Her conquest succeeded because she killed anybody who could possibly oppose her in the future, and installed people loyal to her in their place. That won’t happen again.”

“And what makes you so sure of this?” asked Wonshik, not challenging but curious.

“Because we’re on equal footing this time,” he told him. "She won’t have the support she had before. She's going to be outnumbered and surrounded.” If he's lucky, Sookmyung’s paranoia will cause her to lash out and behave rashly.

“And she’ll have you to contend with now,” added Seonghwa with a small grin.

“Forgive me, Your Grace,” interjected Advisor Junhan, “But you were a concubine for several years. I don’t think the people will-”

“-Hongjoong is the King of Wonju,” Seonghwa snapped. “He is the person the resistance wanted to lead them. He is a skilled swordsman, marksman, horse rider, and combat strategist. He knows Sookmyung just as well as anyone else in this room. If anybody could lead our armies to victory, it would be Hongjoong.”

“Us being her sex slaves will only endear us to the people more.”

It was Yunho who’d spoken. He stepped out from the shadowy doorway, pensive and serious. The healer. The physician. Yunho spent the past eight years personally attending to Sookmyung and her “flowers”. He’d also been the most kind-hearted of them all.

“Everything we know about Sookmyung is not a fact in the kingdom,” he continued. “Those who have witnessed her cruelty only saw a percentage of it. When word reaches the masses that everything they’ve ever heard about her is true, as possibly worse than they believed, they won’t be so hasty to follow her. Just because the dukes who betrayed us side with her does not mean their bannermen or lords under their rule will.”

“Are you suggesting we let the truth come out?”

“Why not? By morning, everyone will know YN is her sister and will be crowned the new queen soon. I think it will do well to tarnish Sookmyung’s reputation a bit further.”

“We could also let it be released that Sookmyung forced YN to participate in her wrongdoings,” Yeosang said from his window perch nearby. “It may cause them to sympathize with her.”

“YN will need all the support she can gather,” said Jisoo. “Sookmyung may have military strength, but the support of the people is a powerful thing. If they see YN is someone they can rally around, they will stand with her.”

Yes, they will. Hongjoong knew the people of Wonju will follow him, and if you’re his wife and he’s your king consort, they will follow you too.

“We must coronate YN as soon as possible,” insisted Wonshik. “The sooner we have a crown on her head and official documents in place, the sooner we can gain support.”

“And when do you suggest we do this, Wonshik?” asked Hongjoong with a challenge in his voice. “Tomorrow morning? We cannot stage a coronation in a day. Besides, a public event might put YN in harm’s way. No, it is too soon.”

“YN must be given time to take in all of this,” Chaewon said from behind Jisoo. “If I may, Your Grace, suggest that we take a small grace period in the meantime? The council can set coronation plans and we can focus on other matters.”

“Other matters?” questioned Hongjoong.

“There is also another event that needs attention,” Jisoo answered. “Your marriage.”

“I would rather we focus our efforts on Sookmyung-” he began, but she intervened.

“A marriage between Hanseong and Wonju will be the distraction we need to buy us time.”

“And an opportunity for her to strike,” he retorted. “I do not want YN anywhere that Sookmyung could reach her.”

“And neither do we,” she said. “The wedding will be held in the palace behind closed doors and heavily guarded, if that pleases you.”

He thought for a moment, then said, “Let us put this to rest for now. I’d like to discuss this further with YN present.”

You likely do not even know about the arrangement. He knew you'd gone through enough for one night, and he wouldn't make it worse. The council, Queen Jisoo and Chaewon left the harem at his dismissal, bowing to him before making their exit. It felt odd having people bow to him. There'd been a time in his life where everybody knew when he was entering or leaving a room. But, they hadn't done that for years. It would be another thing he must get used to again.

He turned to look at the men left in the room: Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, Wooyoung, San, and Jongho. He noticed they each held their veils in their hands. His hands clenched into fists whenever he wore the golden veil, which became a symbol of enslavement. He'd removed the red headband she'd given to single him out from the rest; a token of her affection, she’d claimed. Hongjoong knew better. Hongjoong withdrew the veil tucked into a pocket, and walked over to a nearby brazier. Hongjoong examined the long, sheer material dotted in gold and silver pieces. He remembered when Sookmyung gave it to him.

"You're mine now," he said to himself, recalling that moment in her tent. "And everyone will know it."

Hongjoong thought of his dead mother, laying lifeless and bloody on the floor of their family room. Sookmyung told him if his men laid down their arms, she'd spare his mother and siblings. She didn't. She cut them down without hesitation. Hongjoong's heart ached in his chest, and he breathed deeply. Sookmyung took everything from him: his family, his life, and his dignity. He replayed every awful moment in his mind, and swallowed back his tears. Running his thumb over the smooth jewels, taking in their shape and size, he realized he'd never wear this again. Even if somehow they lost, and she reclaimed her throne, he'd rather die than be her slave. He'll never wear this veil or this headband again. Angrily, Hongjoong threw the two articles into the fire. Standing by the fire, he watched the silk start to singe at the edges. The veil's mesh material began curling outward in certain parts. It felt cleansing, standing beside the burning coals and watching his chains melt. He is his own person.

Then another veil joined the fire. Then another, another, and another. Soon, all eight veils burned in the fire. Hongjoong glanced up to see tears welled up in Yeosang and Yunho's eyes, while Jongho and Seonghwa remained as stoic as himself. They're free now. They might not know what their futures hold, but they are their own men again.

"We will not be slaves again," he promised them, gulping the lump in his throat. "I swear it."

He felt a hand grab his gently, long fingers sliding between his own. Hongjoong looked to see tears escaping Seonghwa's lashes, falling down his cheeks to his sharp jawline. He couldn't help wiping them away with his sleeve.

"You'll never wear those masks again," he told him.

"I'd die first," said Jongho stiffly, gazing into the fire with watery eyes. "I'll slit my own throat before being her property again."

"Do not say such insane things," Yeosang frowned, taking his hand in his own.

"The only throat I want to slit is hers," Wooyoung said through gritted teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides. "She's hurt too many people to stay alive. She's too dangerous." He looked up at Hongjoong, "We have to win, we must stop her."

"We will," he assured him, unable to stop his own tears now.

He stared at them as they cried in the flames. Hongjoong vowed to succeed.

They must succeed.

****

Waking up the next morning felt surreal. You thought you might be lying somewhere between reality and sleep before you sensed a presence near your bed. Panic immediately struck you, and you clutched the sheets around you. The image of Sookmyung standing over your bed, eyes blazing with fury and holding a long knife made you tremble. You knew they wouldn't find her. Sookmyung always got her way, regardless of who she killed to get it. A thousand pleas for mercy bundled in your throat, and you screamed when you felt a hand touch your shoulder.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" a soft, gentle voice said over your panicked screams. You swatted at the figure, eyes closed to avoid meeting her eyes.

"Get away! Get away!" you cried, your heart pounding in your ears as the person managed to grab hold of your arms.

Then you felt somebody else at your opposite side, and you moved away from them. It took several minutes to register the white hanboks and the worried expressions of Sookmyung's former handmaidens. Aro, Saehee, Boram, and Dasom stood all around the bed, a bit frightened but mostly concerned. You never realized how similar the women looked. Short and skinny, Sookmyung made them wear their hair in long braids with the red colored daeng'gi at the end. In their pure white hanbok, they became almost indistinguishable. Sookmyung did this on purpose. Not only would she stand out against their white backdrop, but also stand taller and therefore appear more intimidating. Heat filled your cheeks, and you tucked a piece of hair behind your head, feeling embarrassed.

"Forgive me," you coughed, sitting up properly and covering your chest. "I...I didn't..."

"It's alright, Your Majesty," soothed Saehee. The eldest of the four, you often put her in charge of managing the other handmaidens in your absence. She sat beside you, taking your clammy hand in hers, "It's only us here. Nobody is going to hurt you."

"We wanted to see you," admitted Aro. Only fourteen-years-old, you'd spent a good amount of time training her to serve Sookmyung, but she still made mistakes as children do. Something Sookmyung did not forgive easily. "We heard what happened yesterday, and wanted to see if you were alright."

"I had breakfast brought for you," Boram told you, taking a seat on the bed. "You hadn't eaten properly since yesterday, and I knew you'd be hungry." Boram, always considerate and motherly in that sense. Due to her close relationship with the chef's son and her culinary knowledge, you let her handle Sookmyung's meals.

You supposed she'd be preparing your meals now.

“Did you know Mingi and San are outside your door?" whispered Dosam, who crawled onto the bed close to you. "I think they've been there all night." Dosam, while sweet, never hesitated to indulge in gossip. You knew Sookmyung often used her as a spy in the servant's quarters, but Dosam usually lied or told a half-truth. "They almost didn't let us in until we said Queen Jisoo ordered us to come here."

"It's like they didn't trust us!" huffed Boram, arms crossed. "What did they think we'd do? Strangle you?"

"I'm sure they meant no offense, Boram," you assured her. "They're only being cautious." You looked at Dosam, "Did they find her?"

They all shook their heads, and dread filled your stomach. Sookmyung was likely already out of the city, plotting your death as you sit there. You hugged your sheets around your torso, and shuddered. She knew all the passageways into the palace, and you're sure her allies across the city would help her. She could come at any moment, drag you into the dungeon, and torture you to death. The phantom sensation of nails being pulled from your fingers or needles pierced into your skin one by one sickened you. She'd delight in throwing you into The Box, since your discomfort of it amused her. The possibility caused you to flinch at Saehee's touch again.

"But you're safe here," she insisted, rubbing your back gently, "Hongjoong will make sure you're safe."

"Hongjoong?"

"Yes, he's been working closely with the advisors and Queen Jisoo," said Dosam. "I saw him with the Queen when she summoned us to her apartments. They looked like they were having a pretty serious conversation if you ask me.”

"Was my mother there?"

The women paused for a moment. "Which one?" asked Boram, cautiously.

You then remembered the most shocking part of the whole evening. All the confusion from the previous night returned, and added itself into the anxiousness rolling in your stomach. Queen Jisoo and King Siwon were your birth parents. They'd given you to their servants to keep a succession dispute. They'd done it in vain, since it is happening regardless of their efforts. You tried thinking of happy moments you had with the king and queen, but you only saw your mother and father when you did. Chaewon sang you lullabies whenever you had nightmares. Hyungshik always brought you pretty flowers or stones he'd found while tending to the gardens. They made sure you always ate well, and kept up with your studies. You knew you could turn to them in uncertain times. You didn't feel that way with Queen Jisoo, even if she was always kind and considerate of you.

"My mother," you repeated a bit more firmly. "Park Chaewon."

"She's with the queen," said Saehee.

"She was sitting with her and Hongjoong," Dosam told you.

"Did you hear what they were talking about?" asked Aro.

"No," she shook her head. "They stopped talking when I entered the room." You then saw the wayward glance she gave, "But I did hear them at the door."

"What did you hear?" you asked her, somewhat nervous to hear the answer.

Dosam did not answer right away. You recognized her hesitancy, since it was the same cower she'd give Sookmyung. She closed her eyes as if forced to say it, "They were talking about you marrying Hongjoong!"

Everyone on the bed gasped. You sat frozen in place, your brain trying to comprehend what she'd said. For a moment, you worried you may have heard her wrong. "What?"

"I heard Queen Jisoo say that a marriage between Wonju and Hanseong will be good for the future," she said hurriedly, "And that together you and Hongjoong can rebuild the kingdom."

"What? No...No, there's no way she's honestly considering..."

Hongjoong belonged to Sookmyung. He is her favorite flower, her most prized possession. If you married him, whatever plans she had will become especially heinous. Hongjoong's face came to the forefront of your mind. You thought about your conversation with him during the party. He'd told you that you worried so much about others, and rarely yourself. He'd said it in an amused tone, almost as if he found it cute. Hongjoong possibly thinking of you in any capacity outside of formality made your insides churn. You supposed a marriage between you made sense on paper, since he is a prince of Wonju and you're now a queen. But, thinking of marrying Hongjoong made your cheeks burn.

"He is handsome," Saehee noted, "And tender-hearted. I think he will make a fine husband."

"And he's a prince!" added Aro. "Now that Sookmyung isn't around, he can be a prince again."

"He's a king," Saehee corrected her. "His family is dead, right? That means he's King of Wonju now."

"Do you think you'll be his queen consort?" she asked you, bright eyed.

"Maybe," you shrugged. "I'm meant to be the Queen of Hanseong. I don't think we can both marry if we have separate thrones. Who will look over Wonju, if Hongjoong is far away?"

“They can find somebody," Saehee said. "You never know. Perhaps he has a cousin or distant relative somewhere who can handle Wonju for him?"

"Perhaps."

Marrying Hongjoong was meant to be a fantasy of yours. Thinking about being his wife, his closest friend, and confidant was supposed to remain in your head. You'd do your best to avoid looking at or talking to him because you know if you did, you'd fall deeper in love with him. It's similar to your feelings for Seonghwa, who showed you gentleness and reassurance last night. You knew showing too much attention towards them would upset Sookmyung. With her out of way, and word of a possible marriage in the air, the possibilities felt endless.

“Let us get you dressed,” concluded Saehee. “The Queen wishes to speak with you.”

“I can dress myself, Saehee,” you told her, wrapping yourself in the sheets and fixing your hair from your face. “It’s not necessary.”

“You’re going to be The Queen,” she said. “A queen always has handmaidens.”

“Unless…” Aro fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, “You wish to dismiss us?”

You saw the uncertainty show on their faces. None of them looked directly at you, and you frowned.

“Of course, I wouldn’t dismiss any of you,” you implored. “Why would I do such a thing? We have gone through so much together, and I care about each of you deeply.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “You might not wish to have a stupid cry baby as you handmaiden,” she sniffled, and you saw her eyes water. “I’m always so clumsy and-”

“-And when have I shown annoyance at that?” you asked her gently. “When?”

“Never,” she sniffed. “You’re always so kind and patient with me.”

“I’m not a virgin!” Boram blurted out. When you all whipped your heads to her, she winced. “I’m not. I have not been for a long time. I knew the punishment for that, so I never said anything, but I am now. Vernon and I are in love,” she said to you in particular, “And he wants to marry me. I hope that it won’t upset or displease you.”

“Not at all,” you told her, taking her hand in your own. “You are not my property. All of you are free to love and marry freely.” You stood up from the bed, standing straight as you said, “My first order to all of you is to live as you wish. You are all going to remain my handmaidens, but you can do what you please outside of your duties. Wear whatever hanbok you like. Wear your hair however you wish. You belong to yourselves, not me.”

Their smiles lifted your spirits. You picked at the breakfast Boram placed in front of you while she and Dosam prepared a bath nearby. As good as it tasted, you found it hard to enjoy the food. Sookmyung slowly crept her way back into your mind, and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of her. Where did she go when she ran from the city guards? Who housed her right now? Did they know she liked to eat before she bathed? That she liked her soup piping hot, and her rice cooked to the perfect softness? You pitied whoever they put in charge of attending her. The poor girl won’t know the danger until it comes. You thought of the serving girl from a few nights ago who’d accidentally spilled wine. The girl lived, but you remember the long lashes on her bare skin and her painful sobs. Sookmyung found pleasure in her pain, but you did not.

“Your Majesty,” Saehee appeared from the hall with a long box and you immediately shook your head.

“-No, I won’t wear that,” you stopped her. “I won’t wear anything that’s hers.” It sounded almost like bringing yourself bad luck.

“This isn’t hers,” the woman insisted. “Queen Jisoo said she had some of her old hanboks stored away, and she thought you may like this one.”

“Oh…”

You watched her remove the top lid as you finished your breakfast. Red with gold cranes circled on the shoulders, several royal seals were painted into the long draped sleeves. The royal dragon emblem was part of the sash over the top coat; pond scenes with cranes and flowers painted along the stripes down the skirt. You recognized it at once. Queen Jisoo wore it at the last royal event she attended before King Siwon’s passing. She’d look regal and elegant. You spotted the same floral pins she’d worn in her hair that day, tucked into the braided bun at the nape of her neck.

“She wants me to wear this?” you asked, reaching forward to touch the soft satin fabric.

“Yes,” she nodded. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

She’d chosen this one for a reason. If there’s anyone you should be emulating, it should be The Peoples’ Queen, Queen Han Jisoo. You left the bed for the bath, sinking into the warm water and beginning to scrub yourself. Dosam moved to take the sponge from you, but you held it from her.

“I can bathe myself, Dosam,” you told her with a soft giggle.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

The words sounded weird when directed at you. You enjoyed the jasmine scented water as you contemplated the day. People everywhere must know the truth by now. What would things be like when you left the safety of this room? You finished your bath quickly, though you knew you could’ve taken as long as you wanted, and began drying and dressing yourself. Before you could pick up the undergarment layers, Saehee snatched it first.

“Let us at least dress you,” she said. “You’re a queen now. It’s considered an honor to attend to royalty.”

Was it? You certainly never felt honored when you dressed Sookmyung. Still, you allowed the four women to dress you. With each piece they slid onto you, you felt yourself slowly melting away. You’d never worn such finery before, and wearing the eoyeo meori felt different. Slowly, YN the Handmaiden became YN the Queen, and you didn’t know if you liked the queen yet. Sitting in front of the long mirror, looking yourself over as Dosam finished applying lip paint, you realize this is something you’ll be doing every morning. It didn’t matter if you wanted this or not. You must go through with this now, or otherwise all the effort put into it will be in vain.

“You look magnificent,” smiled Aro, who stood aside to look at you. “Hongjoong won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

“I don’t look like myself,” you touched the smooth skirt between your fingers. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“It’ll take some adjustment, I expect,” assured Saehee. “But, a nice hanbok and a wig doesn’t mean you’re not still YN. You’re YN with a title, that’s all.”

You didn’t know how to explain that it’s more than that. Your sole responsibilities used to only be the handmaidens and Sookmyung. As a queen, everyone in the kingdom is your responsibility. How can you possibly accommodate and please so many people? Particularly people once ruled over by fear and anguish. You liked to think you had your mother, the advisors and Jisoo helping you. They wouldn’t allow you to fail.

“Think of all the good things you can do now that you’re queen,” Aro said, smiling. “You can help so many people.”

You knew she meant well, but that only filled you with more dread.

“And you’ll have Hongjoong beside you,” Dosam smirked, “He’s quite fond of you. I don’t think he’d let you fail.”

‘Fond of you’. Was he? Yes, Hongjoong made kind passive gestures towards you before, but nothing indicating ‘fondness’. As they led you out of your dressing room, you couldn’t imagine Hongjoong being ‘fond’ of you. Every time you thought of his soft giggle or the crinkle of his eyes, Sookmyung's face came up right behind it. You thought of his lips lightly brushing against yours, one hand holding your hand and the other around your waist. He’d taste like mint and smell of cinnamon, a combination that would unravel you in seconds, melting any guard you may have up around him. Hongjoong and you may have not spoken often, yet you could not help imagining that fondness being present.

“Good morning, Your Majesty.”

Seonghwa stood in the main room of the harem with San and Mingi. Yeosang, Yunho, Wooyoung and Jongho all sat around, enjoying a light breakfast spread put out for them. They all stood from their seats when you entered, and you immediately remembered you’d fallen asleep in the harem. Embarrassment filled your cheeks, and you did your best not to look away.

“I’d ask if you slept well,” he said, “But I’m afraid not many of us did.”

“I slept well,” you replied. You felt his eyes taking in every inch of your face, and this did not stop the daydreams from expanding further. Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Sookmyung could have two lovers. Why couldn’t you? “Thank you. I assume it was my mother who asked you to keep watch over me?”

“In fact, it was Hongjoong who insisted we keep you here,” he answered, “I only seconded it.” He approached you, “They’re waiting for you in Queen Jisoo’s residence. San and Mingi are sleeping off their guard duty, but Wooyoung, Yunho and myself will walk you there.”

“What about the other palace guards?”

“Hongjoong said he wasn’t comfortable with any of Sookmyung’s old guards watching over you,” he said. “We’ll be watching over you until you’ve chosen a suitable guard for yourself.”

“Does that displease you, Your Majesty?”

Wooyoung asked this with worry in his voice. You stared at him for a moment. His slim build made it easy for him to slip between trees and scurry through dense bushes like a shadow. You remembered Sookmyung complaining about how he can be so loud, but still able to pass through unnoticed. It’d taken them a week to find him when he’d escaped camp during the war. He’d also been the hardest for Sookmyung to break.

“Not at all, Wooyoung,” you answered him honestly. “I don’t believe I’d feel comfortable around anyone who pledged allegiance to Sookmyung, to be truthful.”

You then noticed the most obvious thing about the men: they did not wear their veils. They’d rid themselves of their shackles, and you smiled softly at them. “Shall we go now?” you asked, taking a timid step forward, “I don’t wish to keep my mother or The Queen waiting any longer.”

“Of course, when you wish, Your Majesty.”

Right. You’re meant to lead. Taking another step, you kept putting one foot in front of the other as the group followed you outside. Yunho and Wooyoung walked ahead, wearing swords at their sides and no longer hiding their faces behind veils. Your handmaidens flanked you, keeping their heads down, while Seonghwa came into step beside you.

“May I accompany you there, Your Majesty?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded. “It’s still so odd.”

“What is?”

“To be called ‘Your Majesty’,” you said. “It feels…wrong. It doesn’t suit me.”

“You’re the queen. It’s your title.”

“I still don’t know if I like it.”

“Then, what do you wish to be called?” he asked, “Give me a title and I’ll gladly call you by it.”

You gave it a thought, “Hm, I don’t know.”

“Alright, ‘I-Don’t-Know’,” he smirked, giving you an amused smile.

You laughed at his joke, some of the tension inside you deflating as you reached the harem entrance. The world felt different to you, but you weren’t sure how. You thought you might have woken up in a dream, and you’ll wake up any moment.

“I imagine it will take a while to adjust,” he said when you reached the palanquin. “A lot has changed overnight, and it must be a lot to take in for you.”

“It is,” you admitted with a sigh. You anxiously picked at the inside of your sleeve, standing in front of the palanquin. It wasn’t Sookmyung’s palanquin. Hers had been larger. “Hongjoong is with my mother?”

“He is,” he nodded. “He went ahead with her to talk to the advisors and discuss our next move. I’m sure they’ll inform you once you arrive.”

He let you climb into the palanquin first, then followed you in. Being in a close, intimate space with Seonghwa put you on edge. Light whiffs of sandalwood came from his clothes, which you came to enjoy very quickly. Once the footmen began moving towards the queen’s residency, you spoke.

“Has he slept at all?”

“A bit,” he said. “As I said, not all of us slept very well. The guards are still combing the city for Sookmyung, and word about last night is beginning to spread outside the capital. I imagine everyone will know about you, Sookmyung, and the throne by week’s end.” When saw the anxiousness in your face, he added, “I’m sorry this has happened so quickly, YN, and that you’re not being given sufficient time to adjust. It isn’t fair to anyone, but most of all you.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you gave a soft smile, trying not to notice his round eyes gazing so intently at you. “Thank you for being here.”

“You’re my queen now,” he grinned, “I will be wherever you wish me to be.”

You smiled for a moment, before it instantly faded. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Did I say something to offend you?”

“No, no, forgive me. It’s not you,” you insisted. “It’s…” you sighed, “Even with her gone, I still see you as hers. She kept you at such a far distance that it’s almost as if she still owns you.”

“She doesn’t,” he said firmly. “And she doesn’t own you either. We are our own people now. We can be whoever we choose to be,” he then added, “And be with whoever we wish.”

You bit your inner cheek to keep from smiling.

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A/N: I'm super sorry I kept everyone waiting so long in between chapters! My mental health, work, and life things really just kept me from really focusing on a single project at a time. I hope this chapter makes up for it! <3

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sanniedaysmarsnights · 2 years ago

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 9 (Seonghwa x reader)

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A/N: As promised, here is the next part of this eventful series! Please prepare yourself for a chapter full of wonderful soft fluff <3 I wrote most of this while listening to Tumblr's 2023 world sleep day playlist, which I've lately fallen absolutely in love with :)

Word count: almost 2k!

Tags: @baekmond @whyme11 @atiny-99 @twilightwei @lovelyaegyo @hongjoongs-rightpinky @nervousbasementtimemachine @jjangsaebyuk @diyanamira @soytrash @haet-sal

Warnings: Aside from containing some low-key references to MC's being held captive and being far into Stockholm syndrome, this chapter is mostly just a ton of warm fluff!

Ever since that fateful day when you had asked Seonghwa to teach you all he knew about tea, the time he spent with you increased significantly. Even when most of his visits eventually had nothing to do with tea anymore, neither of you had felt the need to point it out.

As the approach of summer warmed the air, the boys became more busy. Each of the members visited you less and less frequently, even though they were trying their best not to let you feel left out. Even in the brief and fleeting moments when they graced you with their presence, you made your best effort to put on a smile for them. Over time their apprehension for your changed demeanour shrunk, and was gradually replaced with complacency. As they began to trust in your wellbeing, you were permitted small freedoms. Every so often, they would accompany you to a quaint courtyard adjacent to what you called your home in their mansion. No expenses were to be spared to ensure your comfort, so at your request various lounge chairs, parasols and even a koi pond were installed. Whereas you did note that it was ensured there was no possibility of escape from the enclosed garden, and that the koi pond was provided with steel netting to prevent your falling or drowning, you greatly appreciated their efforts. Only now, were you beginning to realise just how much you had truly missed being able to go outside at all. The air seemed so different there, so much lighter. And the feeling of a breeze outdoors was nothing compared to that same wind blowing through your window cracks. You eagerly filled your lungs with the fresh air, whether it was warm and stuffy or crisp and cold.

Eventually as the summer days grew almost too hot to remain inside all day by yourself when none of the eight young men were around to accompany you, you were permitted to enter the garden of your own volition. Naturally there were plenty of guards stationed around and security cameras scattered over the premises, but you were free to come and go as you pleased. And greatly did it please you. In the beginning you had loved laying around on the grass, even rolling around it just to feel the slightly prickly grass tickle your skin. You never minded getting your hems wet, or your clothes dirty. It was soon after which, that you had asked Seonghwa eagerly if you could pick up gardening. Within the following three days, all kinds of gardening tools had mysteriously appeared in your garden. When you had tried to thank Seonghwa for them, he had simply smiled silently. His mind appeared to be elsewhere, but not in an unpleasant place. For once, you noted, the crease in between his brows was not visible. The sight brought a smile to your face.

The courtyard quickly became your new favourite place during the following months. Unless the rain was pouring or even thunder was reigning the sky, which it had for almost four days on end one time, you were spending at least one portion of your day outside. When you were lucky, one of the boys would visit you, bringing your breakfast, lunch, tea or dinner with them. You would take it outside with them, and enjoy it comfortably in the shade. The intimate atmosphere which was to sit across from them on a quaint picnic bench gave you the most fulfilling, domestic, happiness. If you allowed this innocent peace of mind to take you over, to wash away all the little details which indicated your lack of freedom, and simply embraced the beauty of your surroundings, you believed you could live in peace right there forever.

"I picked these flowers for you." Seonghwa could not believe his ears. They had probably turned several shades darker after hearing your words. He eyed the purple and white bouquet you held in your hands, awe-struck that you would do such a thing for him. "For on the table while we enjoy our tea." You spoke so happily. It made his heart speed up.

"I am so flattered by your sweet gesture, dove." he spoke almost subconsciously, still recovering from your gift. He had grown really fond of your gardening, feeling honoured when you had insisted on having tea there together at least once a week. To be gifted a part of your labour, The product of your love of the garden, meant more to him than he could describe. Your dedication had allowed the flowers to flourish almost as beautifully as you. But whereas a flower's beauty was often short-lasted, he was almost certain yours had no end. Even when your skin had looked sickly and withdrawn, your posture hunched over from your depression and your figure concerningly skinny from your lack of appetite he had still found you breathtakingly beautiful. Now that your face had regained its shine, you had returned to your normal comfortable weight and there was even a spring to be detected in your step, you shone brighter to the sun to him.

"I brought us some tea from the Himalayas today." that was another thing that drove him mad, the way would calmly address the two of you as 'us'. It filled him with pride to be able to call you his in a small way like that. He knew that you were close with most of the members, but he felt like what the two of you shared was special. It seemed so pure, so sweet to him. Where the others were often more playful with you, Seonghwa's behaviour was always more soft. There was something so heartfelt about the connection you had together. You would often have deep conversations over the tea, and he felt like he could trust you with his entire self.

"This tea is a Darjeeling blend, with hints of rose buds and soothing lavender." Seonghwa had made it his objective to bring you teas with romantic undertones. Talking to you about the intricate subject of tea, hinting at the underlying feelings, the warm liquid soothed down your throats. The whole experience was something intoxicating to him. Oh, how he secretly wished you would talk of him in the ways you talked of his teas.

"Next week it will be August." Seonghwa spoke up. Your face lit up in surprise and then dropped slightly, saddened that the summer's end was approaching already. You were rarely told what day it was, and you had lost track too many times to try. Only the seasons helped grasp how much time was really passing by. "This time of year is best known for its meteor showers, and next week the night skies are predicted to be unusually clear." He paused, particularly to work up the courage for his next question. "Would you like to watch the falling stars together with me?" His heart raced as he held his breath in suspense.

After a moment's thought you nodded. "I would love to, Hwa." If only you know how he was a fallen star for you.

When the next week came Seonghwa didn't come over for tea, but rather had prepared a whole range of delicacies from sandwiches to scones and other refreshments for the two of you to enjoy under the stars. He had brought several blankets and pillows to lay under the stars comfortably, and candles. "Artificial light disrupts the night sky," Seonghwa stated. Always the tactical thinker. "this way we can have the optimal view."

He let you choose the spot where to settle down on the grass, helping set everything up. The sky was indeed very clear, but the red glowing sun on the horizon was still omitting the stars from view. If the candles hadn't made the setting romantic already, watching the sunset together definitely did. As you sat comfortably in silence, Seonghwa thought to himself of just how jealous the other members would be to be spending this time with you, but then dismissed the thought. They had all been more focussed on getting into your pants in the past, rather than spending romantic times with you. They had an equal opportunity to do things like this with you, but they hadn't. Where they had remained to some varying degrees afraid of your condition, they had inevitably kept their distance from you in a way. Where they had been afraid to scare you away, they themselves had been too scared to build that full trust. Now it was his chance, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity.

"The stars are beautiful" You spoke, looking up in awe.

"Just you wait until you see the shooting stars." Seonghwa replied softly, his gaze moving from the sky above to your gentle complexion. It was a special thing to him to get to see your face so relaxed, rather than being pulled into a chronic smile for them. To him you were the most beautifully shining thing in the universe.

Not long after stars began to fall from the sky, making you exclaim in excitement. The sudden sound pulled Seonghwa out of his daydreams, adjusting his eyes back to the sky.

"Look Hwa, over there! Did you see it?" He hadn't. "Keep your eyes open then, I am sure there will be more." He chuckled softly.

And many more there fell. Seonghwa had done his research well, but even he was amazed at the sheer amount of meteors that were falling. The stars shone bright as they burned up in the atmosphere sometimes with a dozen all at the same time falling in different directions. It was impossible for one person to see all of them crossing the skies, and then there were still too many for Seonghwa to count. The stars kept shooting all the way through the night, but as the early hours of the morning crept up on the two of you, sleepiness was overtaking you too. You had laid down side by side on the grass, making it much easier and comfortable to watch the stars. Not shortly after, your eyes were beginning to droop.

"Tonight was truly beautiful Hwa, thank you." You spoke, smiling softly to Seonghwa who laid half an arm's length away from you.

"It still is, dove." Seonghwa smiled warmly in her direction. Most of the candles were so low in their light that he was just barely able to distinguish her form from the shadows surrounding them. He wondered if you could feel his gaze on you, but he did not avert his eyes. I am glad I got to spend tonight together with you."

Silence lingered in the air for some minutes until you spoke up, your voice somewhat drowsy. "It's just like your name, Seong, the stars." You giggled as if you had only just made that connection, your half-wakeful state making the realisation amusing to you.

"Indeed" Seonghwa hummed calmly.

"I love you Hwa." Your words were heavily mumbled. Seonghwa wondered if perhaps he himself had already unknowingly drifted off to sleep and had dreamt your words.

"I love you too my dove." He whispered in return. Whether he was dreaming or not, he could not have felt more at peace.

Seonghwa was half-conscious of your presence in his arms throughout the night, carrying him through the night without the slightest disturbance.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, nothing makes me happier than to interact with you guys, so please don’t hesitate to pop anything into the comments! Lots of love <3 Reblogs are very berry welcome too~ <3

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sanniessnails · 2 years ago

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Damn damn damn dayum daaaaaaaaaaangggggggg

Omg. Holy moly

@baekmond darling you're going to want to read this

No Secrets At Christmas - Part One - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART TWO HERE.

🎄 Summary: Having harbored a crush on your older brother’s best friend, Seonghwa, since you were both kids, you wear a dress to a Christmas dinner in a last ditch attempt to get him to notice you now that you’re a grown woman.

🎄 Word count: 8k

🎄 Genre and warnings: reader with brother’s best friend. fem pronouns for reader. mutual masturbation. dirty talk.

🎄 Tags: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @multihoe-net - @spiderrenjunfics - @whatudowhennooneseesyou - @jess-1404 - @just-here-to-read-01 - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @talkbykhalid - @rdiamond2727 - @inneratinyrebel - @8tinytings - @mrszackfoster - @xirenex - this tag list is for ppl who have requested to be added to either all my fics or just ateez fics.

this fic is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

“I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“About what?”

“This dress. Everything. Existing.”

Hongjoong, who is rubbing his hands together to try to get some warmth into them, glowers at you. Underneath the lights of the restaurant sign, the snow swirling around him and landing in his black hair, wearing his oversized coat, he looks positively diminutive. The snowfall had begun to wind down for the night but his hair seemed intent on catching every final snowflake.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

Seonghwa won’t notice me. He’ll forever see me as the little sister of his best friend. I won’t ever move past the memories of being ten and annoying them to let me hang out. He won’t ever see me as a woman worthy of feeling physically and emotionally attracted to and this trip will end with everything the same.

But since the last thing you feel like doing is spilling your soul outside the front of the restaurant, you just shrug and go, “I dunno.”

“You look great in the dress,” Hongjoong reassures you, heading towards the door, “Come on before we are late. We won’t hear the end of it from your parents.”

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#ateez #seonghwa #x reader #smut #legendary #brother's best friend #au

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ikigaitsuki · 3 years ago

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picture perfect

Summary: Ah, that’s it. Smile for the camera - or, another man. Find your lover riddled with jealousy. The latter may pose a more genuine reaction, one that’s perfect - picture perfect, even.

Pairing: Dom!Hongjoong x sub!female reader

Genre: smut & fluff

TW: none apply

CW: unprotected sex, dirty talk, cream pie, verbal consent!!, a little degradation

Word count: 6,196 (wow)

Requested: by this lovely anon! i hope it does justice. i was going to go a little more hardcore but it didn’t suit my plot - in future we will get a super dom!joong in all his glory.

Tags: @baekmond <3

a/n: there’s a small reference to the au in spirit & mixer ;) it makes no difference to the story but this is me luring you in to read it nevertheless if you haven’t already.

PART 2: DISTORTION

“Joong,” you sigh, feeling the heat of the coffee cup engulf your hands encased around it. He knows that tone all too well, and knows if he pushes any further, your slight annoyance will fuel into full agitation.

“Just hear me out,” he’s stood in the open lounge, with you sat on the kitchen island that overlooks lavish interior decor, “If we go on this boat trip, there’s an exhibition, it- it would be good inspiration for me with future work and I just think that you should consid-,”

“Hongjoong,” you push the mug away from you. He’s caught on that he’s finally hit a nerve, “It’s always all about you. I know you take your work seriously, I know you care. But this is our anniversary and so far it feels like you’re just doing what you want to do, not what we want to do,”

As much as you love Hongjoong’s fully fledged determination and drive when it comes to his work, you wish that for at least one day of the year - your anniversary - that the guy could drop the topic and spend time with you. For once, you want a night with him with no camera in hand and no “Just wait! Just wait! This will be a good one!,” as he cocks his head to the side and squints into the eyepiece.

“Is that what you think? Because I’m thinking of us both right now, you’re just being selfish,” Hongjoong is playing a dangerous game, “I’m still waiting for you to suggest a better idea, if there’s such a thing,” his tone has a lilt to it, verging on teasing but it’s still evident as the day that the man is growing as annoyed with you as you with him.

“If you’d rather use this boat trip as an excuse to find more ideas for your career, so be it, but I’m not spending our anniversary devoting time to your work. You do that enough already, Joong, don’t you know when to stop?,” you flinch slightly in your seat, eyes darting to an abstract art piece lining your lounge wall and opting out of looking Hongjoong in the eyes.

He looks hurt, and rightly so. As a photographer, he takes his work seriously, finding the perfect angle and subject for his images. Hongjoong has put many years into his art, and, for as long as he has known you, this is the first time you’ve ever sounded as though you could care less about his craft.

“Why don’t you think before you speak?,” Joong’s tone raises slightly, and you weren’t expecting it, but you let him continue nevertheless, “You think I only care about myself but look at you now. Look at you, complaining because I wanted to do something nice. It was pure coincidence that an exhibition would be on the same stupid boat,” you stand from your seat, ready to respond but he butts in one last time, “If you really don’t want to come, don’t. I’ll go alone,” he brushes past you, presumably into the bedroom where he can let his mind wander and his heart rate fall down.

The entire day has been spent avoiding one another, with Hongjoong leaving to spend time taking photographs. There is an essence of guilt creeping up on you, but you hope that it will subside.

The problem is, Hongjoong has never changed. Ever since you first met him, which was around 7 years ago now, he was the same budding photographer with more light in his eyes than the flash of a lens. He’d never taken a bad photograph, especially not when you were his subject. He was always utterly devoted to his work, utterly focused on creating a piece better than the last.

And what started as a college project, soon developed into a budding romance. Your first kiss together was something you’d never forget - straight out of a movie scene, and you’d replayed the moment so many times in your mind that you’re sure you’ll never lose it.

In the developing room, red light bouncing around the corners of the walls and with Hongjoong wearing an embroidered and intricately designed denim jacket, your favourite at the time, and you, clad in your little sundress because you knew it was his favourite too.

In the developing room, where you argued lightheartedly over which photo was coming out the best, and his choice was the one with you smiling because it was the most genuine and beautiful smile he had ever seen in his then 18 years of life.

In the developing room, where you tried to lean over his shoulder to get a better view, only to be met with loving eyes that didn’t dare leave you in fear that the mental photograph he’d taken would be filled with blur and over-saturation; with eyes that silently asked for a kiss.

With eyes that received that kiss.

And as you knew it, your world had completely changed, for you’d never felt a love like you do with Hongjoong. Sure, not always were times good, with some of your worst times being shared together, from the loss of friends and loved ones to dark days in the bathroom where you failed to see the light through the tinted window, to the happiest of days where the sun had set right over the Han river with Joong by your side, or the joyous days of graduation and promises and hope of the future, but the presence of one another, being able to support each other, made the bad times so much more bearable, and made the good times so much more zealous.

Now, as you spend your time doing your makeup in your vanity mirror, you push aside happy memories and opt for another solution to your anger. How do you find your peace in this situation when the one thing that delivers it to you is the one causing your stress? When two people in love are so stubborn and would die before they break and give in?

In the bottom of a drink, it seems.

“Where are you going?,” Hongjoong doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading on the sofa of the lounge as you exit your bedroom some hours later.

“Out,” you respond, grabbing your bag from the hook on the wall. It was your favourite one - Hongjoong had bought it for you, after all.

You grab the handle, and feel eyes finally on you, “And where is ‘out’ exactly?,” his eyes wander over your figure in a dress that he thinks is too tight and seductive to be seen without him by your side.

Hongjoong can be overprotective at times, yet never overstepping boundaries. You know it’s wrong to avoid telling him where you’re going because there’s never been a need to - he just cares and looks out for you, and if in danger, he’d rather be able to come to your aid.

“Just out, Joong. I’ll see you later,” you push through the door with hope that the cab you called hasn’t driven off, leaving a very unhappy Hongjoong with further budding anger.

Going to the bar alone would’ve been a silly idea had you not have known the bartender and the people in it. Minho is a friendly man, as are his colleagues Hyunjin and Felix, and so it’s rare that they leave you alone, always drowning out the background noise of fellow drinkers with their own conversations.

This bar reminds you of when you first moved to the neighbourhood for college. When you first came here, this building was the one that stood out the most since it was always changing. In a new city, far from home, it was hard to find places where you could fit in if you weren’t in a group. However, since the doors of this place opened, which wasn’t until around 3 years ago, you’d felt more than comfortable to take a seat and a couple of drinks every time you passed it.

Initially, the building had gone from being a barbecue restaurant, to a small store, to what you know it as today. It’s bittersweet to watch the change from old to new.

And you’re fine to bask in this not-so-sad feeling of melancholy on your own, but it’s when, a few drinks later, a strong cologne enters your senses that you realise you have company.

“You’re all alone?,” a man with the most beautiful side profile takes a seat at the bar beside you. He’s dressed expensively, a silk shirt hanging loosely on his frame. He looks to be a model of some sort, with high cheek bones and a long nose, perfectly placed eyebrows and hair that falls on either side of his forehead.

“Aren’t you?,” you quip back at him, and he smiles at the remark because it’s true - you’re two sole people at the bar-side who are about to talk a whole lot of nothing to one another.

“You have a point. Seonghwa,” he grins, and Minho from behind the bar doesn’t even need to ask this ‘Seonghwa’ what drink he wants before he starts blending the liquor. A regular, he must be.

“Y/n,” you sip your ice cold drink, and become further intoxicated by the aroma of Seonghwa’s cologne.

“Pretty name, suits you as well as the colour of your dress,” Seonghwa makes no haste in complimenting you and your blue, skin tight attire, and you can’t complain with the way you drink it up quickly.

“Ah, really?,” you play into his game, hand on chest feigning unusual surprise, “I’ve been told green looks better on me,”

He ponders slightly with eyes dancing down your figure, “Whoever says that has a point, but I think mine stands more so,” he grins as he turns away momentarily to take a drink.

Seonghwa is a very handsome man - ethereal, even. He differs from Hongjoong in every sense. Hongjoong is shorter and more built and hoarse and ragged around the edges, with outfits that pop bright colours and vintage and patterns that only that man can pull off. Hongjoong is strong, fruity colognes that match his outfits, more uplifting when his clothing is brighter and more deep and subdued when the winter times come. Hongjoong is both delicacy and harshness - but he knows when and where is appropriate. A natural artist, it only shows in himself.

Seonghwa seems taller, more slender. He seems to dress more chic and sophisticated and like the types of people who walk into art galleries for fun - although it’s harder to distinguish wether the paintings on the wall or Seonghwa himself is the real art. Seonghwa is probably the type of model Hongjoong would love to photograph, and Hongjoong is the type of photographer Seonghwa would very much enjoy being photographed by. If you could just get his number so that you can tell Hongjoong all abo-

Wait.

Enough of thinking of Hongjoong’s work when the sole reason for being here is the anger against it.

Enough of fretting over feeling too harsh - another drink and the breaking of the touch barrier with the handsome man beside you will ease this feeling inside.

“Listen, listen,” Seonghwa has turned to face you, hands resting on your mid thighs as his voice rumbles out, his chest beginning to poke through his loosely fitting shirt, “I’m saying- and I mean it - you could seriously model. You’re gorgeous,”

“Please,” you grab onto his hands. Warm. He looks at you with wide pupils, “You talk too sweetly. You’re the model, after all,”

He blushes, but you’re not lying, or even trying to compliment him - it’s the raw truth.

“We should shoot together, I know this guy, and he’s good at what he does,” Seonghwa’s voice floats out.

You finish the rest of your cocktail, unsure of how many you’d had by now but the one thing you were sure of was the time passing, many hours now sat beside Seonghwa with Minho pouring drinks and flirting with another sole girl sat at the bar - another regular. They suit each other well, you think.

“Ahh, you’re here,” Hyunjin smirks, wiping at the shaker he’s just washed, eyeing the figure that finally made their way through the door, “What time do you call this?,” he teases.

“I call it time for home,” you feel a hand press onto your shoulder, Hongjoong’s figure dipping next to you so that his lips are mere inches from the shell of your pierced ear, “Wouldn’t you, sweetheart?,”

The pet name has you reeling slightly, eyes looking over to Seonghwa who seems a little confused but nevertheless soaks up the scene with a sly grin.

“I’ll get it,” Hongjoong holds out his card, with Hyunjin obliging his request for payment.

You know Hongjoong well, very well, in fact, and know that the minute you two are out of the doors of this bar that the real fun will begin. Hongjoong is possessive, but never oversteps boundaries - that is, until you provoke him so much to do so. That is, until you rile him up and make him look for you.

“Come on. Up,” he lifts you by your palm, collecting your things before he turns to hesitate, “Won’t you say goodbye to your little date here?,” he motions to Seonghwa, who now just smiles at both of you, wordless and amused.

“I’ll see you around,” you half-smile, unsure at what Hongjoong’s intentions are.

And it’s when Seonghwa finally speaks that you release, gut churning and you could throw up right on the spot, “Ah, Hongjoong. I’ll see you Monday? 12:45 right?,” he licks his lips, “Y/n, was nice to meet you.”

And Hongjoong nods, hand waving over his shoulder as he finally leads you out the bar.

And it comes.

“How do you know hi-,”

“Is this what you wanted?,” he begins, no, interrupts, hands thrown into his trench coat because it’s autumn now and the weather is finally cooling, “You want me to chase you? Are you a dog? Animal?,” he’s being harsh, and you don’t blame him because not only did you shun off his proposal for your anniversary but he now has caught you flirting with his newest subject of a photograph. Oh, dear.

“No, Joong, he just came over an-,”

“And what? Are you going to tell me what you spoke about? Tell me how nice and pretty he is?,”

You walk in silence, arms wrapped around your figure and eyes to the floor.

“Ahhh, so you can speak to Seonghwa but not to me?,” he gestures back to the bar some feet away now, “Shall I get him? Shall we have a good chat with him, hmmm?,” Hongjoong’s condescending tone is flying out now, and you missed how hot he looks when his eyes are slightly blown wider than usual with a shit eating grin because he’s just that mad that he could burst into hysterics, “Our anniversary is tomorrow and you want to act like a slut. You want to fuck him, right?,”

“A what? Hongjoong, what are you-,” your breath catches in your throat. You heard him right, definitely, and he knows that too.

He clicks his car keys, lights flashing to signal the unlocking of the vehicle parked on the side street.

“Just get in the fucking car,” he holds the door open for you to slump yourself into the passenger side.

You oblige with him slamming the door shut, not a single word being heard from him as he makes his way to the drivers side, starts the car, and makes the drive back home.

It’s quiet, and he stares at the road the majority of the time, until you feel the harsh grip of his hand on your thigh and the even stronger sensation of him gripping and rubbing the flesh.

“Joong,” you sort of whisper out to him, and he hears it over the barely audible radio. Seeing Hongjoong in a jealous state always makes you so needy, and the man knows this, and so does his best to spur you on as much as possible.

“Mmm?,” he just hums in response, eyes occasionally looking over to your hand wrapped around his, gripping in a vice like you’d lose him if you let go. Never would that happen.

His hand loosens as his fingers trail upwards, tickling as he reaches the hem of your dress. Slowly, you lift it up, underwear visible and you’re grateful it’s dark because what a sight this would be for the average passerby.

The mood is changing, and you both read it well, “You sure?,” he asks.

“Yeah,” you appreciate that Joong is always a careful man, no matter how angry - or horny - he is, the most important thing to him is your comfort and your consent.

And now, with just that, he can finally ravish you.

“Baby, take them off,” he breathes out, hand gripping harder onto the steering wheel because he wants to feel you so bad, just abandon the drive home and fuck into you so good on the back of his car seats that they couldn’t possibly be cleaned when he’s finished, fuck you so good that Seonghwa is a distant memory.

You’re slow with your removal, basking in the moment, until you’ve finally given Hongjoong what he wants. With your pussy bare to him, underwear disregarded at your feet, it’s harder for himself to focus on the road, looking at the way your pretty lips lay ready for him.

“Fuck, play with yourself,” and it’s like you’re not in control of your own actions anymore because the minute the words fall from Hongjoong’s lips, your fingertips are tracing every area of your skin, feeling the wetness you’re exerting from his words alone with no other intention but to please him and make him happy again.

When you insert two fingers, you both whine out. It feels so wrong to be in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s expensive car playing with your needy cunt when he’s right there and could do it for you, but it feels so fucking good feeling the way his free hand keeps your dress up and his breathing slowly becomes more erratic.

“God, look at you,” he slows down, approaching a red light, “Fucking look at you. Wow,” his head falls back onto the restraint, ears burning with the sounds of your light whimpers that increase in volume knowing that it sends Hongjoong absolutely west.

“Joong,” is all you manage, fingers trying to fuck as far into yourself as possible, trying to reach so deep to the one place that makes your head spin.

But you can’t. And you know, as soon as you’re through the front door of the place you call home, that Hongjoong will have you down on the floor as a begging mess, pleading him to give you what you so badly desire. For now, you feel the embarrassment burn your cheeks when you realise just how much of a slut you are for Hongjoong, so easily wrapped around his fingers.

“Baby, not far now,” he whispers, the light turning green allowing him to make his way around the last street corner before your apartment complex.

And when he drives up to the entrance of the car park, his eyes never fade from that of pure insanity - pupils bore wide and eyeing you like nothing but meat.

“Upstairs. Run,” he lets you get out as he parks the car in the garage, twitch in his mouth with lust. His cock by now is begging to let him have you, take you, make you scream for him and remind him that you’re his - only his.

Your feet could almost give out under you, the adrenaline of rushing up to the 8th floor using the stairs because you know Hongjoong would be incredibly pissed if you cheated and took the elevator - this game you call cat and mouse but the ending is inevitable because every time, every time you are caught in the mouse trap. Every time you lose.

You feel the breeze past your bare skin, underneath your dress and around your shoulders and it sends goosebumps shooting up the areas. You know Hongjoong has probably taken the elevator to beat you by the door.

And you’re right, when the entrance to your apartment is slightly ajar and there’s a faint light cascading through the crack.

Peering in slowly, you see Hongjoong, perched on his favourite little chair in the lounge.

“I win,” he grins, wide and with eyes looking up to you from his seat. Right now he looks sadistic.

You sigh in defeat, feigning some sort of disappointment but really, you’re not at all. It’s all a facade, and Hongjoong sees right through it.

“Come, sit on your knees in front of me,” he pats his lap, and you disregard your heels on the floor with the door closing behind you.

Once in front of him, your hands reach to grab at the buldge prominently poking from his trousers.

“Ah,” he stops you, his own hands working to unbuckle his belt and slip down his underwear alongside his pants, “You only touch when I make you,”

You whimper, hands on either of his knees just itching for a touch of his cock once he frees himself.

Hongjoong is big - every time you take his cock you feel so small and tight, like he’s not even made to fit in your pussy, but nevertheless you both love it. How deep and slow and sensual his rhythm can be but also how rough and animalistic and aggressive he sometimes gets.

Now was the latter.

Stroking himself in front of you, his gaze changes to hooded and you moan his name under your breath.

“Open up,” he taps his tip on your lips, smearing his precum around with no regard, “Be a good girl and take it,”

You do, hungrily licking up his shaft and allowing him to push through to the back of your throat. His hand carding through your hair before gripping harshly tells you that he’s about to set the pace, do it on his own accord; use your mouth as nothing but a hole.

“That’s it, you can behave,” he grunts out as he slowly fucks into you, letting your jaw fall slack, “Are you focusing on me?,”

You hum, sucking hard and releasing with each up and down of your head. You’re eager to please.

“Or are you thinking of Seonghwa?,” the mention of the man from the bar earlier makes you choke slightly, unexpected and now you’re seeing Hongjoong’s possessive side, “Are you gonna answer me? Are you thinking of how big his cock is whilst you suck mine?,”

You cant respond, of course, and Hongjoong knows that but the fact doesn’t stop him from increasing his pace and depth in annoyance.

“Squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop, baby,” he comes out of his role for a moment, just to make sure you’re okay, and your appreciation doesn’t go unnoticed as you hum against him.

His pace is erratic, fast, and when you try to look up to him, you see the sweat that threatens to form on his forehead. If you could see his stomach, you’d know the veins would begin to pop out, muscles tensing and flexing under his movements.

“Fuck, if you could see yourself now,” Hongjoong moans out, “You look so dirty,”

You suck especially hard, puppy eyes looking up at him and he honestly might lose it there, but he needs to hold on.

When he pulls you off him, he wastes no time in removing his shirt and allowing his trousers to fall completely down to his ankles.

“Stand up.” he orders. Hongjoong makes his way to the bedroom, disregarding his clothes on the floor - because he can just clean up later, even if he really does hate mess, and you eagerly follow him, anticipating whatever it is he has planned for you.

Hongjoong is no stranger to exploring kinks and new things, and so it wouldn’t surprise you if he had something hidden up his sleeve for a moment like this. Sure, the man has been jealous before, but to the extent that it in turn ends up in sex is something that has surprisingly never happened. Never ever in your almost 6 years of dating.

But that’s just Hongjoong - full of surprises.

“On the bed, get your ass in the air,”

“But I wanna see you firs-,”

“Oh, so it’s about you now. I thought I was the selfish one,” he mocks your earlier argument, scoffing, “Get on the bed,”

You follow his order a little too slowly for his own liking, removing your dress like you have all the time in the world, until his hand reaches your hair and pulls you to face him.

“Did I stutter? Get on the fucking bed,” he releases you with force that knocks you onto the plush sheets, cool under your hot body.

Hongjoong is a naturally dominant man in bed, what with the way he will whisper sweet nothings of the things he wants from you, in the way he will guide you and ever so slightly let you take control. To see him at this level, you already know you’ve pissed him off. This is different - this is degradation and ordering around and pain mixed with sultry pleasure.

“This ass,” he licks a stripe from your pussy as he clambers onto the bed behind you, causing you to whimper as he does so, “Is mine.”

He lines himself up to your entrance before slipping in slowly, “And this pussy takes me so well every time,”

The stretch is the same one you’ve always felt, but tonight it feels more unbearable, more intense, especially with the lack of preparation - but Hongjoong knows you well, and knows how wet you are for him.

“Hongjoong, please,” your grip in the sheets begins now, “Are you mad at me?,”

It’s a stupid question, and Hongjoong laughs as his hips move slowly to prepare you, “Mad? Have you done something wrong?,” he’s teasing you, because he knows you and Seonghwa were getting a little too close for his own liking.

He’s teasing you, because he was waiting all night to find you. Like I said, it’s cat and mouse, and you always fall into the mousetrap. You always lose, especially when you don’t realise the game is being played.

“If I asked Seonghwa, would he say you’ve done something wrong?,” there he goes again, bringing up the black-haired model with the glorious skin and silky shirt.

“No, fuck no,” you cry out as Hongjoong finally begins his relentless thrusts - the timing intentional because he knows you’d lie had you been able to utter a proper word.

“Mmm, baby, are you sure?,” Hongjoong fucks into you now, arms by his side as he watched you pathetically bounce on his cock, moans increasing in volume as his pounds do.

It feels so good, breath catching in your throat and mouth held agape. If he continues in this way, with his cock burying deep and hitting your best spots, you might lose it.

“Joong, fu-, please,”

“What do you want?,” he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, and it’s the first proper contact from his palm since he entered you. He returns with the same rough grip he had in the car, kneading your flesh before returning with harsh strikes, “Come on, tell me,”

“Cu-, Joong, I’ll cum,” your moan sounds sinister, completely erotic and it sends Hongjoong into a phase.

“Fuck, wanna cum on my cock? Is that it?,”

“Please, wanna see you,”

“Hmmm,” Hongjoong slows his pace whilst he thinks, “I know what to do,” and he pulls out, lifting you to stand and it all happens so quickly until you realise what’s happening.

The mirror.

Right in front of the bed.

“Baby, you wanna watch me fuck you, right?,” he grins, and you see his reflection and he has that same devilish smirk with eyes that scream crazy.

Kisses on your neck cause you to whine out, Hongjoong’s large hands touching every erogenous zone. When his hands travel to your nipples, your eyes shut and you can’t take the sight of yourself.

“No, we can’t be having that,” Hongjoong’s hand comes to your chin and repositions it, “Look at yourself.”

And you do, you follow his order, and it feels wrong to watch the way your brows furrow with his ministrations, and the way your mouth is held open from panting.

Hongjoong slips in again, and it sends you leaning foreword, nothing to grip onto but the man behind you. He’s definitely strong enough to keep you there for a while, your arms becoming locked in his to stop you from moving.

“See, how pretty do you look? All fucked out on my cock already,” Hongjoong breathes out, his voice is a low grumble laced with aggression, “Would Seonghwa fuck you like this?,”

You don’t realise it’s a genuine question until Hongjoong picks up the pace, eyes staring at your own through the mirror.

“I asked a fucking question,”

“N-, Joong, no, not like you,” you choke out, and he loves how needy you sound.

“No? Fu-, why not?,” you can tell by his voice that he’s trying not to lose it.

“Because I-, your cock, so good,” your sentences don’t even make sense, your eyes threatening to roll back but you’re determined to please Hongjoong.

“Good girl,” he releases one arm from the lock you’ve found yourselves in, with it swiftly coming to wrap around your throat.

The lack of air sends you into a mess, feeling like you could melt on the spot from how fucking good it is.

“Fuuuck,” Joong draws it out, pulling out momentarily to turn you around and lift you up, “I bet Seonghwa would love to see you get fucked like this, such a slut,” It’s the first time you’re getting a proper view of him, and when he slips you down onto his cock again, the wanton moans that leave both your mouths make you realise that a jealous Hongjoong is definitely a recipe for great sex.

Your back hits something cold as Hongjoong takes a few steps, and you realise it’s the mirror. Already, it’s steaming from the heat of your back against it, and you know in the morning Hongjoong will probably go ballistic at the uncleanliness, but for now he’s too fucked out to care.

“Look at me,” Hongjoong taps your cheek, and you oblige, “So fucking pretty,” and his eyes turn with adoration, but not for long because the man has pent up frustration from the day and he wants to release it finally.

“So good,” your voice breaks as you speak, “I’m gonna cum,”

Hearing those words makes Hongjoong’s cock twitch inside you, determined to feel you release on him.

“Fuck, are you gonna cum for me, or Seonghwa?,” there he goes again, and you’d roll your eyes if it was any other situation.

“You,” you answer almost instantly, “Joong, you

“Really?,”

“Please, Joong, wanna cum for you,” his lips attach to yours, the first time you’ve kissed all night and it feels safe, like home. It tastes like strawberry laces in the parking lot of your favourite convenience store, and it tastes like cinnamon on top of hot coco on a cold day, and there is no feeling that could match it.

“Hongjoong, I love you,” you moan against his lips, and it changes the vibe of the moment, but your heart is beating so fast with pure adoration that the words fall from your mouth without so much as a thought.

“Baby,” Hongjoong slows down, “I love you,” with foreheads pressed together, you moan into one another, feeling the pleasure between you both.

Your hand comes to your clit, rubbing slowly as Hongjoong picks up the pace just enough.

And it’s enough - more than enough, to feel yourself come undone around him, and Hongjoong could lose his mind because how did he find someone so amazing? How did he find you?

He wishes he could photograph the feeling in his heart, but as long as he can take photos of you, that’s close enough.

“Such a good girl,” he praises into your ear as your body convulses, his own legs almost giving out but he’s ignoring it to ensure you ride your high, “I’m gonna cum,”

“Inside,” you manage.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?,” he whispers in your ear, and you could cum again just from his words.

“Mmm,” your hands wrap around his neck, eyes glued onto his until he fucks you the last few times before releasing.

He stiffens, cock being milked by your tight pussy, “Wow,” he almost collapses from how hard his orgasm hits him, body shaking and sweat dripping from your bodies mixing into one, and he feels his earlier jealousy depleting.

He places you on the bed before pulling out, staring in awe at the way his seed drips from your fucked out pussy.

“All mine,” he glares at your rattled state, possessive nature seeping out.

“All yours,” you manage, carding through his hair once the bed dips next to you and his warmth is felt.

And you fall asleep, drowning in post-coital bliss that you both silently wish would last a lifetime.

Hongjoong knows you’re all tired out, and he will clean you up before he lets himself sleep.

When you wake the next morning, the aroma of cinnamon fills the air. It’s sweet and warm and you find the space in the bed next to you is empty, confirming that the scent is indeed Hongjoong and his cinnamon sprinkled hot coco.

Throwing on one of Joong’s t-shirts, you make your way out of the bedroom, coming face to face with an unexpected sight.

Photographs.

Unsure how many, but photographs - lining the walls. And upon closer inspection, you see yourself, you see Hongjoong, you see memories.

You see early morning walks in the park, and late night strolls through suburbs that were eerily derelict. You see the skate park from your rendezvous and you see that same denim jacket that he first kissed you wearing. Next to it, the original photo of your smile. Nothing has changed.

“Baby,” that familiar name is called out as you see Hongjoong, clad in only underwear and it almost sends your mind astray, “Eyes up here,” he giggles, but really he loves the attention.

The photographs range from 2 years ago, to last week, to 7 years ago when your relationship stood at just a friendship - nothing more and nothing less.

Time flies by incredibly fast, you think, but you’re grateful that you can relive your lost moments in the shape of an image. In the shape of fried chicken that was probably a little too greasy but it tasted so good at the time because you and Hongjoong were starving and the food truck selling it lured you in. In the shape of a half-sodden sandcastle built on the beach by Hongjoong, his smile wide and proud and his hair dishevelled over his head, sand and sea water drying out the ends. In the shape of his first college project and in the shape of his last.

You walk towards Hongjoong, and when he embraces you, his bare chest is warm and safe you really could just stay here forever, “I’m sorry, Joong,”

He knows why you’re apologising, last night, the argument, everything rolled into one but he just smiles, “Don’t be. I’m the one that’s sorry, and I’m sorry now that I made our anniversary again just about my work, but you look so-,”

“Joong,” you look to him, smile plastered on your face so wide it hurts, “I love it. And I love you,”

“I love you,” he whispers as he kisses you softly, carefully, sweetly, “Hot chocolate?,”

“Please,” you hum, clinking your cups together like it’s some expensive beverage and not cocoa powder from the convenience store with cream on top and possibly too much cinnamon powder.

You’re not much of a photographer yourself, but if you had a camera right now you sure as hell would love to have this moment frozen in time, to add to the collection, to look back on fondly when the moment is nothing but time lost.

Hongjoong is probably going to have an awkward photoshoot with Seonghwa when Monday arrives, and until then he will wait in dread. For now though, he basks in the familiarity of your warmth, hot drink in hand and definitely, definitely thinks that jealous sex is one of his new favourite things.

“You know,” Hongjoong begins, careful sip from his designated mug as he ponders his next line - to which you know it’s going to be one of his bright ideas, “Maybe I should bring Seonghwa back here after the shoot?,”

Maybe.

Just maybe, he will.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong imagines #ateez imagines #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez fanfiction

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bobateastay · 3 years ago

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can't take my eyes off of you

70s au perv!choi san x fem!reader

cw: boy next door san, college!au, porn with (minor) plot, smut

full fic has been released and can be found here!

teaser: You knew that you shouldn't keep looking. All you had to do was close the door and come back in an hour. Really, watching the guy you'd known all your life jerk off wasn't something you'd ever planned on doing but fuck, San looked pretty when he was flushed and moaning. You stared open-mouthed at him laying back in his bed with his eyes squeezed shut, a Playgirl magazine by his feet and a bottle of lube on the floor close to him. For all your determination to leave, you couldn't find it in yourself to move from where you were standing.

You let your eyes move from his face down to where his hand was, lingering on his neat happy trail for a moment before your sight landed on the fabric bunched up in his hand. You really shouldn't have kept looking.

"Are those my fucking panties, San?"

taglist: @imaaroy @sweetteez @lovely-ateez @sunsethw4 @xirenex @seonghwanotes @choiberry @hijirikaww @yunsangoveryonder @peanutpmingib @ateezinmymind @earth-to-leiki @perfectlysane24 @yungisstar1117 @glilboy @gayliljoong @barnesbabee @mpxpp @baekmond @sleepychimm @myspace-bootao @4ngelfiles @valhoez @tohokuu @serialee @sannierio @unminuit

#ateez x reader #choi san x reader #ateez smut #choi san smut

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hijirikaww · 3 years ago

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Your moots as nct/ateez members?

Right so I still barely know NCT (please educate me), so please bare with me:

@hyetiny Yeosang, you share lots of thoughts (and very good ones!) which we all appreciate greatly

@moongaera Yunho all the way. You just exude SUCH gentle kindness, it could not be any other way.

@sourmist Hongjoong, is smol and gets teased for it a lot, but is really amazing.

@mychicagodaddyjohnny Mingi, quite a silly bean but incredibly lovable

@lilhwahwa Renjun, loves to tease and play around, but can be a little shy at times too. Little chaotic.

@baekmond-yang San, super lovely and sweet, a great friend. But can also suddenly flip into the dark mastermind within a split second and knows VERY well what they are doing. :)

@woowommy Lucas, funny, very likeable and damn those looks!!

@pikacuuuuuuu Jeno, really sweeeeetttt.

@kpopbean Jungwoo, one big (or smol) softie.

@eonghwa Xiao Jun, super creative but can be a shy bean. (still super loveable)

@yungisstar1117 Wooyoung, likes to pester people but is actually also really loving

@ateezinmymind Jongho, sweet and a really sturdy person. Gets shy quickly~

@dingdonghun Seonghwa, SO. INCREDIBLY. CARING. LIKE OMG. <3

@hanniiesuckle17 Taeyong, gentle caring and capable :3

#Let me know how accurate I was XD #ask game!#This was such fun #thank you very much dear anon :)#tadaa!#lots of sweet moots #<3 #yayyyy

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sanniedaysmarsnights · 2 years ago

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 8

Masterlist

First chapter

Previous chapter (chapter 7)

A/N: Omg I was so stuck on this bit for ages but thanks to @haet-sal I finally managed to make my way through!! Boy let me tell you are we up for some feels after this. Good luck reading <3 <3

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 @atiny-99 @twilightwei @lovelyaegyo @hongjoongs-rightpinky @nervousbasementtimemachine @jjangsaebyuk @diyanamira @soytrash

Word count: About 2,5K :)

Warnings: Brief non-con (not to reader), some murder and torture, a nice bucket of trauma, stockholm syndrome and then some fluff. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; I DO NOT CONDONE *ANY* OF IT

Anyway, enjoy!

Life continued on as always, the seasons shifting gradually towards autumn. The trees on the estate gradually turned their leaves to orange in preparation to let them fall. The cooling temperatures didn't seem to have any effect on the proceedings of ATEEZ, the mansion always buzzing like a bees nest. You had always wondered if Hongjoong was truly so busy that he would rarely make an appearance in his own living quarters, or if he was simply avoiding you. But as hopeful you were to see more of him after the recent events, that didn't change either.

Hongjoong's absence made you question things. It was one thing to confide in his most trusted members, but to put your faith into the lead man himself like that? What were you thinking?

You told yourself that they must have once been very much like yourself, backed into a corner with little choice but to lash out. But now they so clearly thrived, even basked in the gore and glory. Another sting in your gut. Perhaps it was not so much that they might have been like you, but that you were starting to become like them instead. 'They must have a good motivation behind what they do.' you told yourself.

You had learned a lesson about snooping around the house, but these days you were becoming so bored you decided to look for company of the boys in the interrogation basement. It wasn't a big deal. You had joined the boys down there several times before to either watch them interrogate somebody, San looked incredibly sexy when he revelled in some torture here and there to get the information out of the enemy, and had even tried your own hand at some hands on interrogating before. Your hands were getting used to being covered in blood too, you realised.

You had tried your hardest to cling to denial, pretending that this situation had somehow been different. But different how? Hongjoong was an even bigger, more powerful mafioso than those little street rats who had bothered you in the past. Why would you decide to trust a man who you knew damn well must have dozens of gallons of blood on his hands, and that was not even counting all the indirect kills he must be responsible for. You knew damn well what kind of people you were living with, after all. Were you becoming one of them? Numb to the pain of others, numb to the sting of guilt in the back of your conscience? You knew very well how addicted you were to the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of power. How beautiful the world could seem when you pushed your body to its limits, executing a perfect kill. Rather than asking yourself what you were becoming, perhaps you should ask yourself what you already became. You didn't want to know.

Nobody would declare you sane if they ever found out you felt safe in their company, Hongjoong's company. People knew Hongjoong as the manic and irrational, terrifying boss of ATEEZ. They didn't back down from the toughest challenges, and pulled off tactics nobody could predict. Everyone thought Hongjoong was simply the power at the top of the organisation and that Seonghwa was the one to come up with all of these plans by himself, but you had learned that it was very much a two man job. Together, they ruled the most powerful partition of the underworld for almost a decade now. And you were living right under their roof.

But then suddenly all of that safety and respect you had for Hongjoong was gone.

It took you a while to mentally process exactly what had gone on in that basement.

Walking in on Hongjoong fucking one of their hostages down the throat harshly. You stand in the door opening, frozen in place, petrified by the monstrous exhibit before you.

Even when his neck turns you are unable to shy away and hide yourself. You knew you should be afraid, fear what this monster might do to you for finding out, for seeing forbidden things.

You felt disgusted, stomach twisting at the visions of when you had pleased him. You had been pleasing a ruthless monster. You had always had your rational suspicions that, being leaders of a widely feared gang, they had committed heinous crimes. But to you what you saw in front of you, was the worst crime of them all. You had known all too well what it was like to be the victim of such savagery.

It had felt like hours had passed as you felt Hongjoong stare into your soul, not a trace of malignancy in his eyes. His gaze was only briefly broken as sweat that was dripping from his hair which was plastered to his forehead, forced him to blink the foreign fluids from his eyes. The sole thing that presented that, in actuality, only a split second had passed, was Hongjoong's breathing. It was rapid and laboured. Two, three breaths you had counted now.

Then, a smile graced Hongjoong's lips. You couldn't tell if it ever reached his eyes as he had finally turned his gaze back to his victim. With one swift- seemingly almost too trained and effortless- motion he retracted his hips from where his hilt had still been deeply burrowed in the man's face, and snapped his neck. The eerily loud 'crack' that reverberated across the thick stone walls was revolting.

"Now now, don't be afraid sweetheart. They had it well and truly coming." Your mind stuttered. "They?" you had barely whispered the question, still processing Hongjoong's words. Then, as you finally unfroze enough to look around, you saw that the floor was littered with several other corpses. Two males and three females, you counted. The brick in your throat was so painful it prevented you from breathing. You desperately tried to swallow the brick- tried to swallow the whole scenario. Without realising it you had begun taking several steps backwards. You had no idea where you were going or what you were going to do, but you simply had to get out of there.

You were almost sent to the floor when your back collided with a strong chest, its arms quickly coming up to catch you.

"Careful now," you heard the gruff voice from behind you speak, Yunho. You were not quite certain if you should be thankful for his presence or frightened. But your dazed mind had no answer, it was too busy fighting to stay conscious in the first place. A part of you believed that this was all just a bad nightmare, finally relaxing into Yunho's arms as they wrapped around your body snugly.

You don't remember much after that point. Yunho had picked you up in a bridal style and walked you out of their basement, through their mansion. This room had woken up in was probably somewhere in their home. You did not recall seeing it before, but then again their house was so enormous you doubted you could find every little room in it even after a year. Old mansions like this were also bound to have secret rooms- or basements.

Dread coiled back into your stomach as you recalled what you saw in the basement that night. It couldn't have been real. Right?

You were being kept captive in that room for a long time, as they visited you regularly. They had explained what you saw and that they could now no longer let you go. You knew too much. Most of them seemed so sad, they really did not want to harm you. They hated seeing you like this, feeling physically pained by the sight of them. Eventually your eyes didn't even seem to recognise them anymore.

You eventually forgot why they were visiting you, or who they were. It became too much for Wooyoung to continue to visit you, to see you falling apart until so little was left over. It was eventually Yeosang who convinced him to return, telling him about how his absence would only make you suffer more. And he really didn't want that. They all hoped that if they continued to keep you company, one day you would remember their names.

After that, Wooyoung made it a point to visit you every week, and eventually every day when he could. He would bring board and card games among other entertaining things to do and would do his best to cheer you up. But he could tell that you were not the person that they had known before. It was merely an empty shell that you had left behind.

Eventually you could feel his pain. You were not sure why he was always there to spend time with you or why he was so sad, but it hurt to see him like this. It tortured you to such an extent that you begun acting happier for him too, no matter how exhausting. You played along with his little games, and when the spring came he even got to take you out for some walks in the courtyard outside of your windows.

Months must have passed by then, and you knew that even when you got to go out, there was not a single way to leave. For whatever reason you were kept here, you were not going to find a way out.

In their sick, twisted ways they cared for you, and slowly you began to care for them too, living in your doll house. Especially San, Yunho, Wooyoung and Yeosang had a special place inside your heart. You also cared for Mingi, but as he was very busy you got to see him significantly less. Seonghwa mostly just came on visits to share the fancy teas that he brought from outside, along with tasty and exotic treats. Occasionally he would also gift you jewellery, insisting that you should wear it for him sometime. The thing that set him apart from the others, was how his smile seemed genuine, gentle.

He was often distant, but some part of his care towards you, touched you. You knew that he was trying to be respectful of your space, not wanting you to feel a captive of your own 'home' as they called it. Eventually you had to admit that you were even looking forward to Seonghwa's visits. You knew that his care for you was heartfelt, and he had a unique gentleness to him.

One time you fell ill, and despite Yeosang monitoring, and taking care of your health, Seonghwa had refused to leave your side for almost two entire weeks. Every day he would be called away for a couple of hours to address his most pressing duties, but you always awoke to the sight of him either sitting reading reports, or slumped over sleeping by your bedside.

You gently caressed the side of Seonghwa's cheek, admiring how soft and defenceless the grown man could look when he was asleep. A pang of regret bubbled from your insides, wishing you wouldn't worry him so. You could see how the crease lines had started to deepen in his forehead ever since you had fallen ill, and you knew how exhausted he must be.

You decided to both thank the man and reprieve him, in your own way, once you were feeling a little better. You didn't dare to be upfront with it, unfamiliar with who these men really were, but deep inside you felt like the kindness they had shown you without fail, deserved to be repaid in some way.

The closer you grew to them, the more you felt as if you had already known them before, as if from a previous lifetime. You felt deep down how much you could trust them, knowing that they would never dare let any harm befall you. You wondered if that was why they kept you in here. They all adamantly respected your space and privacy, never making any moves on you. In a way that even saddened you. You began to feel that perhaps they were the ones upholding the barriers to a more personal connection, rather than you. It seemed as if some of them were too afraid to be too close to you. The thought was gnawing at you, but perhaps it was just the confinement playing tricks on your mind. Maybe you were really nothing more than a duty to them.

The guilt was a strange feeling. The sensation first pained you whenever they visited you, in turn dejecting your visitors. Then when you overheard Yeosang whispering to Yunho about how concerned they were for your wellbeing, fearing that you were falling back into a depression as when they had first confined you, that you changed your mind. Even if you were guilty, burdening them further was only going to make matters worse for everyone.

You ought to repay them for their kindness, not make them suffer for it.

From that day, the boys began to notice a change in you. Slowly, you had begun opening yourself more to them again. Most of them had reacted with shock and disbelief when you had let your fingers gently, by so called accident, graze against theirs. It was as if they were holding their breaths, squaring themselves for the blow that your fright would bring them, but that moment never came. Instead they wondered if their eyes had betrayed them, or if you had actually blushed softly after it.

Seonghwa had been rather taken aback when you had taken the initiative in a spur of a moment, insisting on pouring the tea for him. Since he was the expert on tea, he had always been the one to serve you. It was an oddly endearing sensation to him, though he tried his best not to make any assumptions. After all, it might just have been an insignificant gesture in your mind. Shortly after though, his hopes promptly grew further.

He had been admiring how you had laughed softly "I am sorry I cannot pour the tea as properly and elegantly as you do Seonghwa" your eyes met his, and your compliment made his heart flutter. You wondered if you had caught the man off guard, if that was even possible for men like him, before Seonghwa finally smiled and replied.

"Don't worry about that my dove, having you pouring tea for me like this already does me a great honour." Your heart fluttered unexpectedly at his new pet name for you, as you had to admit you kind of liked it.

"Then perhaps," You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy under his heady gaze "would you teach me art of tea?"

"I would love nothing more." Seonghwa was captivated by you, he realised, in a different way than ever before. You, neither he, were sure what he was truly talking about, the tea or you.

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sanniedaysmarsnights · 3 years ago

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HAHFJHGFFDJGDAHGFGJHHF *CHOKES VIOLENTLY*

That big thick cock showing you no mercy in the morning...

That moment when the boys figure out that the reason your walking is so wobbly in the morning is in fact because Yunho fucks you so hard before the start of each day 👀

Ateez MTL Morning Vs Night Sex

MATURE. CONTENT.

I had so much in my drafts, school and work are literally on my ass, but now I can finally post some more. Love you guys ❤️👩🏽‍💻

Morning Sex

Yunho

Jongho

Mingi

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yeosang

Wooyoung

San

Night Sex

Yunho, Jongho, Mingi ~ I feel like they would love the intimacy and the aesthetic of having sex in the morning, (the rising sun glowing, deep voices, deep and hard thrusts), not to mention that they all are big balls of energy, and what a better way of waking up than to a nice anticipated orgasm. Plus morning sex with Yunho, Jongho, or Mingi would be pretty hot ngl.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong ~ I don’t think they would care tbh, as long as they are with you, they are fine, on some days they may only fuck in the morning, other times, they’ll fuck at night, and sometimes both in the same day, it really depends on their schedule and stamina.

Yeosang, Wooyoung, San ~ They believe that sexy time should be at night, they want the traditional fuck, then sleep routine for sure, they love seeing your fucked out appearance before you pass out because of them, they don’t want it any other way. They may give you a little morning sex depending on how good you did for them the night before tho…

#hooo boiiiii #baekmond #you are so golden

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sanniedaysmarsnights · 2 years ago

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 6 NSFW (San x reader)

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A/N: Oh my lord. This is certainly my favourite chapter of this series I've written so far, it made me so so soft <3

Chapter word count: About 4k! :D

Warnings: A lot, starts off with dub con/non con (consensual before anything really happens) some dark themes here and there, knife play and some blood. Enjoy!

Tag list: @baekmond and those who were so kind as to like all previous parts before: @twilightwei @whyme11 Thank you for following the story so far! <3

If you would like to be tagged in future works of this series (or any other) please leave a comment or send me an ask!

Yunho boasted proudly about his adventures with you as soon as he came home. Wooyoung was whining on end about him having just sweet talked you into it, and about how it wasn't fair.

"If sweet talking had been her weakness, you would have been in her pants a long time ago already Wooyoung" Yunho scoffed, earning a chuckle from various other members.

"Tell us though, how was she? What does she taste like? Does she moan loudly- did you make her moan your name?" Wooyoung pried impatiently.

"Jeez Wooyoung slow down man." Mingi interjected. Yunho couldn't help but laugh at the two.

"You will just have to find that out for yourselves." Yunho spoke coyly, knowing that they wanted little more.

"Wait, but where did you take her to eat then Yunho? Because we didn't see you at the restaurant." Wooyoung asked more to the point this time.

"I took her to a nice calm Italian restaurant I know the owner of. What, are you disappointed you didn't get a show?"

"What, so you had planned beforehand to fuck her there? You greedy boy." Wooyoung tried to turn the tables around, pretending as if he wouldn't do the same himself any day.

"You're calling me the greedy one? You are the one complaining you didn't get to watch." The back and forth went on a little while discussing various inappropriate topics, until finally Seonghwa stepped in and sent the boys away to their own quarters.

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"You slept with Yunho? San asked. Well that news had spread quickly, so much for privacy, you thought. Your heartrate sped up at the thought of the evening you spent with Yunho.

"Why would that be any of your business?" you asked in annoyance.

"I thought I had made clear you belonged to me." San said, his gaze piercing. Your fingers had a mind of their own, tracing absentmindedly over the spot where San had left his mark on you, now faded. It did not go unnoticed by San, who had to suppress a grin. He had to play his part well if he wanted to fully wind you up in his spider web.

You scoffed. "You can't just do whatever you want with me and assume I belong to you; I have a choice in this too you know" you were getting frustrated. Why would he be all whiny when he seemed to simply toy around you and then disappear for days without a word?

"Did I not mark you well enough to remind you who you belonged to? Maybe I should refresh your memory." You remembered well how you had almost screamed into his hand as his jaws clamped harshly around the side of your neck. He took a step towards you, as you backed away towards your locked front door. Shit, you thought to yourself, I should have left it unlocked.

"San! I am a person, not an object. You cannot just put a mark on me and claim me like that." You didn't like the way he had trapped you into a corner at all. Taking a daring step forwards seemed to pleasantly surprise the man. However, it was not enough to wipe the stupid smirk off his face.

"You would like me to do so though, wouldn't you." San's eyelids lowered, sending you a heady gaze. Where you had finally felt like you held some power in the situation, his dark and heady gaze instantly had its effects on your knees.

"Did he fuck you?" He asked scrutinising you intently as you stood nailed to the ground.

"No its not like that," You stuttered, flustered. "We only- he only-" You were too embarrassed to finish the sentence, evading San's eyes. You wished you could convince yourself that the heart palpitations that you were feeling was only a result of your memories of the previous night flooding you. The way San was treating you, possessively and toxic, you thought to yourself was making your heart flutter unhealthily.

"What did he do to you baby?" San was doing his best not to sound agitated, but in reality he was feeling more than pissed. He had almost lost his temper towards Yunho the night before, and had been on the verge of paying you a visit right then and there to clear things up. But, he knew, that in order to avoid chasing you away and into Yunho's arms, he had to play his cards more carefully. "Did you fuck?" He asked, a pause between every word to enunciate it.

"No! No nothing like that, he only- He only fucked me with his fingers" You finally managed to splutter out, blushing violently.

"Good." You looked up at san, puzzled. Suddenly his whole dark and oppressive air seemed to fade away from around him. Instead he smiled heartfully. But the light that practically shone off his perfect smile and innocent dimples, didn't reach his eyes. "Then I can still make you all mine." San was almost growling his words at this point, licking his lips like before desert. He didn't give you a chance to protest, his mouth was pressed harshly against yours. It was a kiss full of teeth and tongue, San's hands now roaming hungrily over your body. His mouth muffled the alarmed noises you were making at first, but they quickly faded into moans.

Who were you trying to fool? The fact that this young man was significantly more powerful both physically and in status turned you on tremendously. You had enjoyed Yunho's sweetness and care, but you didn't want to be treated like a porcelain doll. Your mind was sent spinning as San's fingers gripped into you so powerfully they were likely to show as bruises by the end of the day.

You enjoyed the power struggle between you two, lighting a fire in your chest of excitement. Just how far could you push this man before he would truly snap? You wanted to find out.

As the kiss grew increasingly heated you had the mind to fish your apartment keys back out of your pocket and hold them up. San didn't even need to disconnect his lips from yours once to understand your plans. He snatched the keys from you, jamming them into the lock almost sending you tumbling to the floor as the door swung open. Only when the door was slammed shut and he practically threw you onto the bed did he give you a chance to catch your breath. A cheeky grin spread over your face, evil plan forming.

"And what if I don't want to be yours?" you asked San defiantly, despite how obviously he affected you. You sat there on your bed, hair a mess from San running his hands all through it and tugging on it roughly every so often. Your pupils were blown wide and breathing was as if you had just been jogging.

On the inside San was absolutely infuriated, he knew that you ought to belong to him and him alone. But if you weren't going to work with him, you left him no choice. "In that case I'll just have to ruin you for anybody else. When I'm through with you, you'll be begging for my cock to wreck you."

Your heart froze when San pulled out a knife he must have hidden somewhere on him. He flourished the pretty shining blade around, admiring his own little trick. "Perhaps I can help change your mind?" You had wanted to provoke him and see how far you could push him, but now you were beginning to become frightened. You swallowed the brick in your throat, determined not to show signs of weakness.

You tried telling your racing heart that it was all just for show, that San wouldn't harm you. But you were really not all that certain at this point. He was skilfully twirling the blade around with his fingers, and when you mustered up the courage to take your eyes off the blade, you realised his dark eyes were staring straight into your soul. Even as he smiled, it only chilled the blood in your veins further.

San took one step and then another, until he was standing at the foot of your bed where you were sitting, unable to move. He brought the knife to your throat and you had to give it your all not to break down into tears right then and there. "Hmm, not so brave anymore now are we? What happened to my cocky little girl? Cat got your tongue? No worries, let me help you out with these dear." He trailed the blade of his knife down your throat to your collarbones. He changed his grip on the hilt before making a slashing motion, ripping your shirt clean in half.

You had held your breath as the cold blade touched your skin, gasping in shock at his sudden motion. "Do you think you can handle the rest yourself for me now angel?" You nodded back to him in shock. Your trembling fingers grasped the button of your jeans before sliding them down your legs. When San didn't take away the knife you hesitantly continued to undo your bra. The sight of your naked chest seemed to please San, a wide grin spreading on his face. "And now take off mine, angel." He tapped the tip of the blade against the metal button of his trousers. The eerie clinking sent goose bumps all over your skin. Your trembling didn't help in taking off his clothes any faster, but San didn't seem bothered by it. When he finally stood before you in only his boxers, he tentatively traced the tip of the blade over your bottom lip. You failed to suppress a squeal when you felt the blade nick you, the warmth of your fresh blood beginning to trickle down your chin. Using the knife to tip back your head, San kissed your lips once more. Your stomach churned as you could feel him suckling on your lip, specifically on the little wound he left there. When he was satisfied, he licked the drops of blood that had run onto your chin obscenely. When he pulled back, his grinning lips looked as if they were wearing lipstick.

"Such a pretty angel, all for me. Don't worry, you won't be so much of an angel anymore when I'm done defiling you." At this point you were almost ready to simply give up. There was no chance for a way out, not when San was infinitely more powerful and skilled than you. Perhaps you really had no choice but to let this happen.

San guided the both of you further onto the bed, his free hand stroking and caressing your body wherever it could reach. "When I first saw you, I knew you were perfect for me. So feisty, never giving up the fight no matter what. What happened to you babe, where did all that daring go to?" It seemed San was the first person who made you give up. You had never feared gambling your life for a way out, but here? There was no chance for escape in the first place, there was no hope. Were you really ready to die?

Just when you didn't think your mind could take any darker turns, San pressed the hilt of his knife into the palm of your hand. He squeezed your fingers shut around it, and bringing the blade to his own throat. You were too stunned to think, let alone speak. "Don't be afraid darling, I know you like the power it holds." San pressed the blade in your hand into his own skin hard enough to draw a line of blood. "Wouldn't you like to give it a little taste?" Your body slowly thawed from under San's icy gaze, which was now suddenly warm and loving. Your eyes shot in a panic from his face to the lesion slowly dribbling blood. The fire of adrenaline kindled in your chest once more. You thought you were screwed, and maybe you were. But there you held a knife to San's throat, holding the power.

You rolled the two of you over, making you straddle his hips. Your chest was heaving at this point, brain rushing in overdrive. You had him under control, you could do anything you wanted. There was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he only was allowing you to hold this kind of power over you, but you didn't care.

You let your eyes wander over his body, only now being able to appreciate how well built the man below you was. When your eyes returned to his face, you saw that he was grinning triumphantly. "Do you like what you see, angel?" San bit his lip, rolling his hips under yours. For a split second your eyes rolled back as you hissed, his cock managing to brush just the right spots. But you weren't about to get distracted here, you were in charge after all. So you daringly pressed the blade into his throat harder, now allowing a small stream of blood to seep out of the cut.

"Don't get cocky with me now, boy." San's hands had to grip your sheets tightly in order to hold his composure and resist thrusting his hips once more. He seemed positively lovestruck as he gazed into your eyes, practically begging for more. You lifted your hips only to find his underwear soaked not only with your arousal, but also a growing stain of pre cum where his tip was visibly straining against the fabric. You dragged a nail, scratching down his chest leaving a red line in its wake. After teasing his cute little snail trail, you finally dipped your finger into the waistband of his boxers. You just couldn't help your curiosity for what this man's dick looked like. When you finally freed it, its tip landed against his stomach with a lewd wet smack.

"Now that is the queen I love and admire." San said wistfully. You could almost not believe the turn of events, let alone how the most skilled fighter in the mafia was now writhing at your mercy. And he absolutely loved it.

"Fuck." Was all you could let out, stunned at the turn of events. But beyond all, you had never been so turned on. Utterly and completely addicted to this feeling of power. And the way his dick looked with its veins straining desperately, tip already leaking once more didn't help your arousal either. You ground your hips down onto his cock, but it wasn't enough.

"Are you ready for me baby?" He asked with a strained voice, clearly having to hold himself back with how badly he wanted to fuck you. Your nod was the only sign he needed, before thrusting his cock inside of you. The stretch was driving you insane, your knuckles turning white as you reflexively gripped onto the knife impossibly tighter. When you finally caught your breath and had adjusted to his size within you, you opened your eyes. Nothing could have prepared you for the glorious sight, San looking positively deranged, your knife still pressed right up against his throat as he fucked you without mercy. From all of the rocking and the knife being sharp, it wasn't all that surprising when you began seeing a second red line appear on his neck, gradually bleeding down his bulging muscles. San let his tongue loll out of his mouth, looking as if he had finally truly lost the last shred of his sanity. "Fuck baby" He almost more whined than grunted, never slowing his relentless pace. "You feel so- ah." A strangled moan left him as he felt you nick another slit on his neck. You could tell just by looking at him that he felt exactly that same high as you did. You were both addicted to the adrenaline, the feeling of risk and power. "You were made for me baby, just think of the things we could achieve together-" San rattled on, eventually you were certain that he was speaking gibberish. You didn't care however, because in that moment you knew you truly and fully belonged to him. Whatever he'd want to do with you, want to do to you, you would let him. It was a small price to pay for feeling your high like this.

"Just look at you, my pathetic little cry baby. First you say you don't want me, and now you're begging me to make you mine?" He jeered "Oh I'll make sure you'll be mine and mine alone, angel." You had been riding him for god knows how long, feeling absolutely overstimulated from the orgasms he continued to pull out of you without mercy. The strain in your legs had long numbed down to a dull sensation, all of your senses focused entirely on San.

"Yes Sannie I- fuck. I belong to you Sannie, all yours." You blabbered out mindlessly, the pace of his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you driving you absolutely insane. You don't know when it had happened but apparently your knife had fallen from your fingers to the ground, but you couldn't care less.

"I'm going to come inside of you so deep baby, gonna fill you up to the brim over and over again until you've gone all numb" San's husky voice was so close to you ear, his lips so close to your skin.

"Fill me up Sannie, make me all yours. Please-" San's back was resting against the headboard, mouth leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your chest and neck, wherever he could reach.

"Anything for you baby, anything for you. You are so tight, gonna milk me of all of my cum like such a good girl." You were so close to losing it, your legs hooked around his back desperately. The biggest wave of pleasure you had ever felt washed over you the moment you could feel the sticky warmth of his come being shot deeply inside of you, your walls squeezing his cock so desperately San had trouble pulling away from you before thrusting into you as deeply as possible again.

That was most certainly not the last time that night where he came, always buried deep inside of you. He made certain to mark his new territory all over you, and neither did you hold back doing the same. When you woke up tangled together in the morning feeling sore all over, all you could do was grin stupidly. You admired San's peaceful sleeping face, fascinated by how innocent he looked. Frankly, he looked rather adorable, as if he wasn't one of the most powerful mafia members of the century. As if he wasn't a ruthless killer, you thought to yourself. How could he look so happy, dreaming away? You had been tortured my nightmares all your life as a result of what other had done to you, and you to them. The sight of San sleeping like a baby not only made you feel safe in his strong yet loving arms, but also forget about the rest of your worries.

"Good morning my angel" San rasped sleepily. His eyes were still shut as he licked and smacked his lips a couple of times in order to wet his dry mouth.

"Good morning San" You softly replied. You were certain you looked much less like an angel in that moment, hair an unbelievable mess and hickeys, bite marks and bruises all over. But San, however messy, looked like a gift from heaven himself. The way his soft locks of hair fell over his forehead, or the way his lips were ever so slightly puckered just made him look unreal.

You would have liked to continue to drift in and out of sleep together with San for at least several more hours, but you were both rudely roused by the ringing of your doorbell.

"Just leave it be." you groaned. But when you saw San had opened his eyes and the serious look on his face, you knew it was already too late. All you could do was smile sheepishly as you admired the muscled man climb his way out of bed and slipping into a pair of boxers and trousers. Before walking over to the door he hesitated, and quickly grabbed his shirt from the floor too before throwing it over to you. A blush spread over your face as you smelled his shirt shyly before putting it on. When you heard the door open you made your way out of your bed, fishing a fresh pair of underwear out of a drawer. When you peeked into the hallway curiously, you quickly froze. Standing in your front door was nobody less than Kim Hongjoong, the boss of the leading mafia of the nation. You gulped, feeling embarrassed. It was bad enough that he had to see you and a guy half dressed, covered in your marks nonetheless, obviously just woken up after a night of kinky sex. What made it infinitely worse, was that it was not some random guy he had found with you in your apartment, but San, one of his six most trusted men who coordinated the gang together with him.

If it bothered Hongjoong he didn't show it, briefly reintroducing himself to you. The news he came with however, was rather unexpected.

"We just came by intel of the most urgent matter, so I came by to deliver the message personally." He looked incredibly serious. "One of our rival gangs has just made a trade with the small town gangs in your area, giving them an unreasonable amount of firepower and other weaponry. All for one piece of information." He said gravely, and only continued after a dramatic pause. "Your whereabouts. They know your address, phone numbers and even credit details. We fear they may even already be on the move here."

Your eyes had grown wide in shock, looking over to San for stability hoping he could give you any guidance. San seemed to be more used to this kind of news however, and was simply listening intently without even the slightest hint of worry. Of course, you thought to yourself. What did you expect? He did this for a living, for who knows how long now. How exactly had you gotten yourself tangled in all of this again? You were beginning to feel small in comparison to all of these high and mighty characters that suddenly appeared into your life and put your world upside down. Technically they had saved you from misery and helping you learn how to stand up for yourself. "W-what do I do?" you asked stuttering still half in shock. "Do I need to run?" You didn't want to leave your home behind, not that you had a lot to begin with, but you certainly didn't feel like having to start all over from zero again.

"You can stay with us." Hongjoong spoke. You would have asked him if he meant it if his face hadn't been absolutely serious. "I know you both probably have.. Talking to do" he side eyed the marks all over San's body and then yours. "but that is going to have to wait. They could be here within the hour." Shit. "Pack your most important possessions, then San can bring you to our base." San gave Hongjoong a curt nod. "I strongly advise you hurry." And with that, Hongjoong shut the door behind himself.

"Shit."

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 7 NSFW (San x reader x Wooyoung and Hongjoong x reader)

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A/N: Yet another chapter so soon! I was struck by motivation thanks to a sweet comment which made my day, yay ;) This one is really smutty and gets a little dark towards the end again, so if you feel less comfortable with that stuff feel free to just skip that portion. Don't like -> Don't read!

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 If you would like to be added to the tags, please let me know! You can leave a comment or send me an ask :)

Warnings: dub con/non con elements towards the end.

For what felt like a minute your whole world began to spin around you. The alliance was coming for you, in your own home? They have all of your information and They could be here within the hour was spinning around like a broken record in your mind. You wildly gasped in shock when you felt someone roughly grab you by the shoulders. Was it all too late? Was this how it all was going to end? I should have never gotten in league with ATEEZ. Your heart wrenched at the idea.

"For god's sake reply to me!" You blinked in confusion, finding that the person shaking you was in fact not one of the alliance, but your- what was he to you? San. "You can panic over this later, but not now, we have to get a move on! Is there anything in particular you have to bring with you?" And then your mind finally cleared up.

"T-there is a duffel bag under my bed with some stuff and-" San already shot off. Stumbling through the house, you desperately tried to get your wobbly knees under control. You were en route to your old family's pictures standing on your kitchen counter. Against your will tears began to well up in your eyes. You were finally going to have to leave this house behind, the place you once lovingly called home. The small spaces that were littered with happy memories when your parents and older brother had still been alive. Your knuckles turned white gripping the picture frame.

San appeared in the doorway with the duffel bag. It looked like he had tried to stuff it full of whatever clothes he could get his hands on, some books and weapons you had hidden around the house.

"I'm disappointed that you could find my knives so quickly, and there I thought I had found really good hiding places for them." Not that it would matter anymore either way.

"You forget who taught you these things angel." You could hear the struggle in San's voice, between sounding caring and his usual emotionless I am on an assignment voice. He knew how hard it must be for you to leave your space as abruptly as this, without getting any time to process or properly say your goodbyes.

"Is there anything else you need to take? Fifteen minutes have pa-" San begun, but you cut him off.

"Let's burn this place down." San's eyes widened in shock. "Before they get to lay their grubby hands on it, or probably burn it down either way. Let's beat them to it." San's face had gone completely serious, and you knew he understood.

"We open up all of the inside doors, only leave the windows and front door shut. Do you know where your gas cables are?" The two of you immediately set to work. Within five minutes you were both standing at your front door. "Do you want to warn your neighbours?" he asked tentatively, but you shook your head no.

"Let the assholes burn." San felt a pang of pride, or was it love, in his chest, before placing a candle you conveniently had in stock in the doorway.

"Any last words for it?" San asked, waiting to light the candle when you felt ready.

"I've said my goodbyes to everything good in this place a long time ago. This is just a shell of what remained." You paused. "It is time for me to move on, let go of all this." You nodded to San, who lit the wick.

"It'll probably go up in about five minutes, we should get a move on." And with that, you left your past behind, appropriately, in a sea of flames.

You had burst into tears several times along the way to ATEEZ's base, not caring about whomever might see. San had been silent but understanding, rubbing your back gently every now and then as he carried your stuffed bag. San knew that this sudden event would take time to process, letting you sniffle it out in peace. When you had reached the stunning front gates of their property, your tears halted naturally. You couldn't help but stare at the vast amount of land beyond the gates. Not only was there an enormously long driveway, their mansion still looked huge despite the distance. There were several other less big buildings littered about around it.

"Pretty impressive, right?" You were truly stunned. You knew your home had been humble, but it was enough. This however, seemed simply unreal. San noticed the way your scrunched your nose, while tentatively shifting your weight from one foot to another. Your feet had began hurting after the considerable distance the two of you had made on foot. "Don't worry, we're almost there." He walked over to the intercom, speaking something into it, and then the great gates began to move. "After you, my angel." You sniffled a small laugh, before crossing the boundary onto their grounds.

When you had finally almost reached the main building, a young man came out to meet you. He was wearing a suit with the top few buttons of his white shirt left forgotten, but that wasn't what your eyes had been drawn towards.

"Oh bloody hell." You murmured to yourself. The first time you had met these eight men you had been half in a state of shock, with your adrenaline levels through the roof. You could barely remember what they had actually looked like, until they appeared on your doorstep. One of them you hadn't met up close until now however, a stunning man built with a regal complexion and entrancing eyes. The thin rimmed round glasses that were perched on his nose gave him a wise air like an owl's. Not a small little barn owls, no a great grey owl. Majestic, wise and above all silent and powerful.

"Nice to meet you again, my name is Song Mingi." His voice sounded like music to you. Why exactly did all of the most terrible and powerful men here be ridiculously good looking? And not to mention the sound of his dark rumbly voice. That was surely going to be haunting you for days.

"If there is every anything, no matter how extraordinarily rare, Mingi will be able to find it for you." San patted the taller man on the shoulder proudly, flattering him.

"It would be my pleasure to help you out in any way I can, miss." You nodded in appreciation. "If you'll both follow me, I'd be happy to show you where you will be residing." Mingi led you towards one of the smaller buildings towards the back of the mansion. It had a great many windows, positively flooding with natural light. It wasn't far from the large pool it faced, completed with lounge chairs and other garden furniture.

Mingi fished a set of keys from his pocket, before holding the clinking bundle out to you.

"These are the keys to your new home, miss. I hope you find it to your liking, if there is anything you'd like to change or add to it please do not hesitate to let me know." You simply gawked at the man. He couldn't possibly mean the whole building was yours?! Mingi didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest as he stood waiting patiently for you to accept your keys. When San sent you a quick nod, you worked up the courage to move again, taking the keys from Mingi's waiting hand.

Shaking somewhat, you managed to insert the keys into the lock and turn it. You had not been prepared for the sight inside. Several plants were looking incredibly well kept, and the sofas were topped with many colourful looking pillows. Mingi showed you around the house, which contained an open kitchen and living room on the ground floor, and a bedroom, bathroom and study on the first floor. You could hardly believe that this would be your new home for the time being. The house was easily three times the size of your old apartment. Mingi and San excused themselves soon after, leaving you in peace to unpack.

"It is a good thing that the summerhouse was prepared ahead of time." San started to Mingi as they walked back towards their mansion together. "I suppose we have your excellent planning and foresight to thank for that" San sighed, suddenly feeling tired. Today had been quite the unexpected rollercoaster, even to his standards.

"I had a sneaking suspicion the miss would come to stay with us sooner rather than later." Mingi stated calmly.

"Are all of the cameras also up and running?" Mingi nodded. "Then I guess we got lucky, and we can move the plan forward."

"There is no such thing as luck in this world, San." Mingi said gravely. "You should know that better than most."

Your new home contained everything you needed, except for company. Hence you often found yourself lounging about in their main quarters instead. Life there turned out to be rather eventful. There was always some excitement going on, be it because some news of other gangs came in, or somebody would be sent off for another mission. You had repeatedly whined that you wanted to come along to at least some of the missions, but the members always insisted it would be too dangerous for you to go out for now. At this point you would give anything to even go out on one of the more mundane assignments, but alas. So, you focussed during the days on your training, hoping to convince them that you would be able to fend for yourself. The evenings were spent jousting with the group of young men, listening to their tales of great achievements and lucky strokes.

Getting shut in with these unusually good looking and charismatic men around the clock was certainly something new to you. You had never stood a chance to hold down a boyfriend for longer than a few days, let alone live with eight men all at once. Well, that was eight by theory at least. You very rarely even caught the slightest glimpse of their leader Kim Hongjoong and his famous right hand Park Seonghwa. A pity, you thought about the latter. You had spent a rather pleasant with Seonghwa picnicking not too long ago, and you could do with some calmness. Yes, most of the boys were laid back when they were at the base, tired out from running errands sometimes day and night. But some members seemed to always regain some of their energy, just to tease you. Especially Wooyoung always seemed to know just how to press your buttons to get you, and sometimes even San, worked up.

You were calmly reading a book while laying on their large soft sofa, before you heard a click and felt a cold piece of metal pressing into your temple. Your heart skipped a beat as the adrenaline began flooding your veins. You knew perfectly well it was San who was holding a gun to your head. The game was for you to somehow get out of the compromising position, and gain the upper hand. It had begun as a part of your training, but the two of you had a little too much fun doing it. You swiftly used the book to avert the gun, before spinning around and catching it with both hands. San pretended to struggle pulling the gun free like an inexperienced assassin, and eventually let you overpower him. When you had pinned him to the wall, his serious face cleared, beginning to giggle.

"Mmh, my little spitfire is getting better by the day." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. After a brief pause he continued "Next time, try not to overpower the gun arm. There is no use struggling over it back and forth. It is more likely to cause loose shots and alert other guards. Use the momentum and gain the upper hand by overwhelming your opponent rather than overpowering. That way you also have a chance they simply drop the gun in reflex, if you're lucky. Keep an eye out for it nonetheless of course, you don't want to test that and come out on the wrong end of it." You nodded, trying your hardest to pay attention and resist kissing the man before you. You instinctively moved your leg in between his, tongue darting out to lick your lip.

"If you are so into this stuff, how about I show you my gun?" Wooyoung's voice perked up from behind you. Before you could startle away from San, you felt Wooyoung's hands grip your hips to keep you locked in place between the two men. "It's a big one, you should see the things I can do with it." To add to his words, he rolled his hips into your backside. You bit your lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan. San seemed rather pissed with his friend however, and was sending glares over your shoulder to the younger man. "I sure know I'm not the only one interested in finding out what these lips can do" Wooyoung sang, lips not far from your ear. His warm breath was sending shivers down your spine which you were certain wouldn't go unnoticed by either men.

"She is mine first and foremost though." San growled darkly. If you hadn't known better, you would have seriously feared for Wooyoung's life. But this wasn't the first time the feisty young man teased him, and yet he always seemed to get off scot free. "Isn't that right darling?" Now those enticing dark eyes landed on you, and before you knew it his fingers had caught your chin. San gave you no warning before planting a deep kiss onto your lips, purposefully making out with you to make a point to Wooyoung. Not that you minded, your mind was far too clouded by now. When your lips finally parted you had long forgotten the question, but nobody seemed to care.

"Aww but Sannie, you know that sharing is caring" Wooyoung simply continued to whine. How was it that he managed to sound both so bothersome and sexual all at once?

"That depends on what the lady likes." San said sounding dutiful. You admired how upstanding he was for you, but at this point you would probably go along with anything he said. Your veins felt like they were on fire, intoxicated by longing.

"You never know." began Wooyoung, "Do you want to play with me, little doll?" When Wooyoung licked a stripe up the side of your neck you finally lost your last shred of composure. Your back arched eagerly into the now significantly larger grown bulge, which happily replied with a roll of the hips back into yours. "It looks like our little doll is into it" Wooyoung sent a satisfied grin to San, almost like a challenge.

"You can use her mouth, but her pussy is mine." San stated sternly.

San was definitely on edge about sharing you, which you could tell by how his grip on your hips was even harder than usual. You would have whined out about how it hurt, but this resulted in nothing more than gurgles over Wooyoung's cock. They had bent you over the sofa, knees resting in its plush pillows and hands on the back to stabilise yourself to the best of your ability.

Wooyoung ended up pulling out and shooting his load over your face, before pulling you up and making out with you. "You did so well for me doll. Such a talented little mouth on you." He continued to make out with you until finally San's reckless thrusts came to a still inside of you, grunting loudly. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the warm feeling of the large load he was filling you up with. Wooyoung had to bite back a moan himself at the sight, biting his lip.

"You look so impeccable ruined like this doll, you really are irresistible." That earned Wooyoung a warning glance from San, which clearly told him not to get any ideas. Wooyoung didn't seem all that phased, and simply shrugged his shoulders before straightening up his outfit. "Thank you, doll." You were almost so far gone as to say 'you're welcome' just to piss off San in chance of another round, but you bit your tongue. You would probably have been incredibly embarrassed by that when your sanity returned, and Wooyoung would never let you live it down. San was preoccupied kissing all over your neck, while straightening up your dishevelled undergarments and make you presentable again.

When San returned with some wet cloth to wipe off the strings of come of your face, you saw that his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

"You did so well, angel." He said softly. "I'm sorry if I was too harsh with you, I-" You held up your hand to his lips to silence him.

"I loved every part of this San, there is nothing for you to apologise for." That sunshine of a smile grew on his face once more, his eyes looking at you lovingly.

"You really are the best, my angel." You felt your heart flutter as he lowered his lips to kiss both of your eyelids.

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Your adventure involving Wooyoung didn't save you from any of his usual teasing, such as when he walked in on you two making out in the kitchen before breakfast.

"Oh god not the married couple again." He whined, looking pleadingly to Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang who were just joining in too. "Quickly Yeosang, give me your bag." Yeosang seemed rather surprised, and hesitant to give it without first knowing the reason.

"What do you need it for, don't you have enough of your own bags?" He asked in suspicion.

"So I can throw up in it, you two are so sickeningly whipped for each other. Could you at least spare us the eye fucking please? And that all before breakfast. Give me a break." Wooyoung ranted away, forgetting about the bag altogether.

"You're just jealous you've got nobody to suck your cock for you." Mingi teased, to the great amusement of Yeosang and Yunho.

"Not unless you feel like revisiting the events of the other day." Wooyoung said mysteriously, making the others look questioningly over to you. "What?" Wooyoung tried to play it off as if he was innocent not that anybody who knew him would fall for that old trick. It did get them to drop the subject for the time being though, much to your relief. Your cheeks felt warm from the endeavour, and you tried your best to forget about the whole morning ordeal.

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After a particularly slow morning, your curiosity gets the better of you as you wander around the house. You find yourself in what looked like a fairly secluded file room, which unbeknownst to you was a heavily protected area containing secret documents. You set off a silent alarm as you entered, and suddenly the lights turn to a dim glow. When you tried to exit in your startle, you find that the door has locked behind you. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, feeling around a way to where you might find a light switch.

You gasp loudly when you suddenly feel the cold barrel of a gun pressed into your neck and freeze. Your heart leaped so high you feared your perpetrator would be able to hear every single beat. You had felt so cocky about your newfound skills in self defence, but you knew from the angle of the gun that this was not San holding you at gunpoint. You didn't dare to move.

"Are you lost, baby girl?" it was the voice of Hongjoong, thank god. You try to turn yourself around to face him, but he roughly grabs hold of your shoulder and presses you into a cabinet. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you." And to your terror, you hear the cocking of the gun still firmly pressed into your skin.

"P-please, Hongjoong it's me." You whimper out, hoping that because of the darkness he had simply mistaken you for an intruder.

"Yes, and who is that exactly hmm? Are you a spy?"

"No! You wailed out. Why would I do such a thing to you, you know I would never." You could feel your teeth chatter from your nerves. You wished San was here, or any of the others to talk some sense into him.

"So you just happened to wander into our paper vault without knowing then did you?" Again he was met with more of your whimpers. "You have no idea about the sheer value of the documents surrounding you right now, do you?" Hongjoong spoke slowly in a degrading tone. When you did not reply, he sighed. "So you just really are that naïve then aren't you." You were desperately hoping he would finally let you go, but he made no such move as of yet. "Please Hongjoong, whatever I did, I am so sorry. I did not mean to intrude. I swear."

"I believe you." Relief washed over you. "There is no way we would have missed such crucial information as we ran a deep check on you. Hell, we all know how thorough Seonghwa is." You nodded, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

"Please can you let me go." You asked with a quivering voice.

"Now why would I do that, baby doll.." Suddenly Hongjoong's voice had taken on a more heavy tone, pressing his body closer to your back. He caged you in, still keeping his gun firmly pointed into you. "When you are looking so incredibly enticing right in front of me." Now you could feel his hard defined bulge pressing into your ass, rocking itself into you slowly. This didn't feel like he was joking around, like Wooyoung had done.

"H-hongjoong what is going on?" You asked innocently, too confused to believe what seemed to be happening.

"You know the boys love talking about you dear, about your body and how good it feels.." You gulped. Hongjoong moved his lips to your ear, darkly whispering "Perhaps I should take a bite and find out what everyone has been on about." The next things seem to happen so quickly, you barely even registered how Hongjoong had swirled you around and pushed you down to your knees. To your dismay, you still found the barrel of Hongjoong's gun pressed into your scalp. He shot you a sick grin, before using his other hand to undo the buttons of his trousers. "Your mouth seems to be good at whimpering, but can it also suck cock like a good little slut? Let's put it to the test shall we."

Hongjoong wasted very little time before thrusting deeply into your throat, barely giving you any time to adjust to his girth. He set an unforgiving pace, quickly making the tears welled up in your eyes spill over your cheeks as he repeatedly choked you on his cock. Your face became a mess not just from your tears, but the mix of saliva and pre cum that he liked to spread over your face with his dick every now and then.

"Well aren't you a good girl.." Hongjoong spoke breathlessly. "I don't even have to move, my eager little slut enjoys choking on my cock all by herself." It was only then that you had realised, Hongjoong had stopped moving his hips. You paused in bewilderment. "Well don't stop now darling" Hongjoong pulled out of your mouth, admiring the amount of slimy stings connected him to you.

You felt yourself blushing slightly at the adoring gaze Hongjoong was sending you, shy from the attention. "Y-yes sir." you mumbled before reconnecting your lips with his tip. If Hongjoong wasn't already amazed at your initiative, he certainly was after he caught you uttering those words.

"My my, baby girl. Who trained you to be so good and obedient?"

You disconnected your mouth for a moment to speak. "Nobody, sir." before returning your attentions back to the throbbing member before you.

"So our precious little girl was like this all along, and we had no idea? What a pleasant surprise. You really are a perfect little doll for us, aren't you?" Hongjoong paused, contemplating the situation. "You enjoy this don't you? The thrill of having a gun to your head and being used for my pleasure. And yet, whenever anybody tried to take you like this back in the day you were so feisty? Why are you submitting now?"

That was a question which shook you. It brought back the memories of when you had been harassed on the streets of your old neighbourhood, and yet here you were. Sucking a man's cock as he held a cocked gun to your head. What made this situation different?

"Because it is you, sir." You answered, panting softly. It was only because of the earnest look in your eyes that Hongjoong could accept the words that followed. "Because you are a good man. I have seen what you do for your members, how hard you work for them even behind the scenes. You look out for them, as I know you look out for me. I feel.." You hesitated, the words you were about to say should be a contradiction when speaking about the dangerous man, but they were the truth. "I feel safe with you."

It was not in Hongjoong's nature to be gentle, and yet he found himself caressing your cheek. You had made his stone heart race, and that only with a couple of sentences. He knew it was dangerous to grow attached to anyone, but he already had his members. One more person couldn't do any harm, right? "I will always protect you, my angel. No matter what the cost."

Hongjoong saw a small smile grace your lips, before taking his cock into your mouth once more. You batted your eyelids at him, making his mind spin. "The things you do to me angel." He spoke breathlessly, nearing his high. Shudders shot down his spine as he released his load down your throat, though having to pull back to let you breathe. Small spurts of his white come were still coming from his tip, delectably coating your lips with the hot sticky white.

You were both still thoroughly out of breath as he pulled you back up to your feet, tucking his gun away. When both of his hands were free, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for an aggressively deep kiss, tongue lapping over your lips and tongue. Once he well and truly had to pull back for air, he leaned your foreheads together. "Perhaps one day, I'll make you into a fine queen."

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 5 NSFW (Yunho x reader)

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A/N: Hooray for part 5! The buildup is really going and believe me that we are all going to be stunned in the upcoming chapters 0o0

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Ever since you had begun your classes with Jongho, you would return to the gym to work out to work on the exercises he had taught you. They ranged from exercises that would work your flexibility, stability, stamina and raw strength. He had explained very clearly how your progress would rely on your physical wellbeing, and practice. Lots and lots of practice.

In the beginning you had just wanted to be able to defend yourself. That feeling had grown, liking the taste that came with victory and standing up for yourself. You were understanding of the fact that skills like San and Jongho's didn't simply come falling out of thin air, they had worked their asses off for it and it paid off.

It was to no surprise then that you ran into them at the gym quite regularly. What stirred your curiosity however, was that the person whom you ran into the most often was neither of them. Instead, it was Yeosang.

Yeosang had struck you as a more held back, calculating person rather than someone who might get himself into fist-fights like San did. You still remembered vividly how Yeosang had treated your wounds at the restaurant, his diligent and steady hands suturing you back together. You would often absentmindedly trace your fingers over the scars that had been left there. The only thing that gave them away were the thin pink lines that ran over your skin, but to the touch it all felt perfectly even. He clearly knew what he was doing. And yet, you saw those same hands and arms hard at work as Yeosang sat working out his trapezius muscles, bulging around his shoulder with their sheer power.

If he could tell that you were staring, he was not letting it on. It wasn't your fault that he didn't wear a shirt in the gym. When Yeosang eventually stood up and began removing his joggers you thought your eyes would fall out of their sockets for a split second. After a small moment of panic you wanted to smack yourself on the forehead. 'Of course he is wearing swimming trunks under there, what were you even expecting.. It is not as if he is about to strip naked in the middle of a gym.' you silently judged yourself.

You were tempted to go for a swim yourself with the warm weather, but remembered sadly that you didn't even own a set of swimwear. Yeosang swam a couple of laps before turning himself towards you.

With a raised eyebrow he asked you "Wouldn't you have liked to join me? After all of that working out I am sure you must have gotten hot, and with the warm weather these days I often find myself aching for a dip in the water." Yeosang paused before he added more professionally "Besides, it is a really effective way of stretching your muscles, and helps stimulate your blood flow."

You absolutely hated your own mind for turning such ordinary words into something much less casual. There he was, talking calmly to you about working out, all the while your mind was getting all tripped up over words like hot and aching. Oh you were aching alright.

"I- I don't own a swimming suit." You finally breathed out. Again that polished eyebrow shot up in surprise. Truly, how could he still look so pretty and composed after working out for hours on end? You probably were looking as worn out as you felt by now.

Yeosang swam a few stokes towards you. "Who says you'd need a swimsuit?" Yeosang startled you with his sudden forwardness, shaking you with a wink. Continuing calmly as if he hadn't just made such a wild statement he said "Well why didn't you just say so? I'd gladly take you out shopping for swimsuits any day my dear." Oh now you were certain that he was playing games with you. But what could you do? Coming along with him didn't seem like such an unpleasant idea, and being able to swim next time certainly did sound appealing to you.

You didn't quite expect that Yeosang had meant right that very moment though. You were surprised when he lifted himself from the pool and without drying off he simply gripped your wrist, dragging you along with him once again. By now you were almost getting used to getting strung along by him, the feeling of his determined yet gentle grip on your body.

Being around all of these unbelievably good looking young men was clearly not good for your mental health. Good that this one was some form of doctor then.

Within the hour Wooyoung had joined up with the two of you. You wondered if he had already happened to be at the mall, to be meeting you there so quickly.

"Yeosang texted me asking about the best stores to find women's swimwear, so I knew within an instant that I ought to come over. After all, how could I possibly leave such an important mission in Yeosang's hands alone? Besides, I know far more about fashion, and therefore will save you from Yeosang picking something last season or unflattering for our little doll." Wooyoung rattled on so quickly that neither you nor Yeosang could fit even half a word in between. You had to do your best not to get overwhelmed by his never ending typhoon of words, filled with terms you did not recognise. "Here we are! Now, do you have a preference for type of bathing suit my dear doll?" When you hesitated, unprepared for the sudden question, Wooyoung seemed to interpret it as you not having such a preference, and continued on again before you could speak. "Don't you worry yourself over that doll, I will be sure to pick out the perfect thing for you." And with that you were promptly whisked away into the store, with Wooyoung and Yeosang by your sides. This was certainly going to prove to be an eventful day.

You were relieved when Wooyoung finally let you to browse through the pile of swimwear he had so miraculously procured from what seemed like thin air, quickly allowing you to throw out the more skimpy, skin showing outfits. Wooyoung whined a little too obviously when you tossed out some of his favourite picks, but he let you do what you pleased either way. You appreciated the degree of respect all of the boys seemed to have for you, they would never force you into something you'd objected to. To Wooyoung's pleasant surprise he discovered that you were not simply tossing out anything that didn't cover as much of your body as possible, approving of your taste when you deemed a couple of partially laced swimsuits worthy. Then however, came a stage that you were not quite adequately prepared for. Trying on the accepted outfits. Wooyoung was almost bouncing with excitement when he shooed you into the changing stall, clearly eager to see you in such little clothing.

You however were not quite that uncreative, to simply fall for his plan like that. You weren't about to simply give the two of them a show after all. The first swimsuit you had tried on didn't fit quite right, and you announced its rejection from behind the curtain.

"Awwe, but you haven't even showed us this one yet." Wooyoung whined to nobodies surprise. You simply ignored his complaints, and asked for the next outfit to be passed through. You declined quite a few of the swimsuits this way, until you had narrowed your decision to three of them.

Suddenly you were feeling really rather nervous, at the idea of them seeing you in such garments.

"Don't be shy now doll, we won't judge you. Besides, you would look stunning in any of these, or without them." Your cheeks reddened, but you decided to just shake off his flirty comments and simply go for it.

Little did you know that they had in fact seen you change already plenty of times, watching the live stream from the cameras they had planted in your home some time ago. However, no amounts of that could have prepared them for the sight that they were met with when you finally stepped around the curtain. Their momentary drop in composure returned your confidence. To turn two grown men silent all of a sudden, completely captivated by you was quite something. For a minute you loved feeling their stunned gazes upon you, turning yourself around to fully show yourself off. It was however when both of their gazes turned harder, hungrier when you felt your shyness bubble back into you. Suddenly you could feel the tension in the air, unconsciously speeding up your breathing.

Wooyoung wasn't even trying to hide how he was staring at your body, while Yeosang's pink dusted cheeks told you something different.

"You look absolutely stunning babygirl." Wooyoung grinned.

"What is that mark on your neck there baby? Did you try to hide something under the strap from us?" Yeosang hummed coyly. The fact that your hand instinctively shot up to the fading mark San had left there some days ago answered their question.

"Oh my, our little doll has gotten frisky with somebody has she? And it isn't even us?" Wooyoung pouted at the idea that he would not be the first to conquer you. "Tell me, who led that adventure, was he any good?" he inquired further. When you didn't answer, he continued to press, slowly approaching you like a predator would stalk its prey. "Was it one of us baby?" Once more your flustered reaction must have betrayed you. "Oooooh" Wooyoung teased.

"Let's see, the only ones who would leave marks as deep as that would be San or Hongjoong. My bet is on the first, since usually Hongjoong's partners don't casually walk away." Yeosang made his analysis, and all too accurately.

"My my? Our little doll got frisky with San? After such a short time? That was only the second time you ever saw him, wasn't it?" Wooyoung was out for your guts now it seemed, poking one comment after another. Then suddenly his demeanour shifted to smug. "I gotta give it to her though Yeosang, she doesn't have bad choice."

Yeosang laughed. "I think you have some big competition now Woo, better be careful." What?

"Well, you know what they say Yeo, sharing is caring. Besides." He sent a seductive look to Yeosang "I've always got you." That, was the second time you saw Yeosang blush, as he awkwardly tried to cough and timidly escape Wooyoung's gaze. These guys were interesting people.

You soon scurried back into the changing room, fearing the fact that you were going to have to come out from that curtain another two times to stand in front of them. You considered simply taking the one that had their approval and leaving, but there was also a part of you that found this whole ordeal exciting. A part of you longed to feel that power over them once again, to test their self-constraint. To make the two of them jealous. You took a deep breath before walking in the slightly more revealing swimsuit this time, puffing out your chest in feigned confidence. Your heart was racing in your chest as your eyes met with theirs, their piercing stares digging into your body. Oh how you loved riling the two up.

It was no surprise that Wooyoung seemed to have more trouble hiding his troubles, shifting more on his legs. Yeosang was more composed by nature, but even in his neck you could already see his arteries bulging.

"Damn doll, how much I'd like for you to give me a lap dance in that baby." Wooyoung said cockily, suddenly surprising you by taking the upper hand in the situation once more. Just how bold could this man be?

However, the audible groan that slipped past Yeosang's lips at the mention gave you back your power. Wooyoung might be cocky, but it was you who is in control here. You could tease them as much as you would like and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. That was unless they would snap, but you'd guess that it would take more effort to bring them to that point than they let on.

You were eager to deal the killing blow to them, putting on your final outfit, most showing one of them all. It had been one of the black lace sets, complete with several extra decorative straps running over your almost bare back. Yeosang gave you a look of surprise when he had realised what outfit you were wearing, having thought that you would never have considered that one due to being too showy.

This time, all Wooyoung could bring up was a baffled "I think we have a winner." before nudging Yeosang. "Don't you think so Sangie?" That was the first time you had heard any of them using a nickname on another, surprised that Yeosang would accept being called something endearing like Sangie.

"I think you look absolutely breath-taking." Yeosang finally spoke up. He was as straight to the point as ever, but to you that only made the comment more meaningful. He didn't need more words than that to express his point to you.

"I'd like to take this." you said turning around one last time in front of them, as if they hadn't both just given their approval already. "Would that be alright?"

"Of course doll, anything for you." Wooyoung smiled proudly.

"Anything for you sweetheart." Yeosang quietly echoed.

Oh, you were so proud of your work.

Yeosang was relieved you didn't want to go back to the pool to try it out, Wooyoung would have probably gone crazy and he might just have lost his mind himself. He did find himself making a mental note to keep an eye on the gym's security cameras every so often, just in case you would have decided to take a dip. That evening when most of the boys were gathered in Wooyoung could no longer contain himself, loudly boasting about the adventure Yeosang and him had together with you earlier that day.

"And you would never believe how hot she looked in those showy swimsuits, with a hickey no less!" That most certainly caught the others' attention.

"Did I hear that right, a hickey?" Yunho asked with big eyes.

"San should be able to tell you more about that." Wooyoung provoked.

"Why would he know more about it?" Mingi asked curiously.

"Because he was the one to put it there." The grin on Wooyoung showed just how much he was out to sow chaos, and it was working exactly as planned.

"What? San did that? When did this happen? How-" A ruckus roared up, and then everyone turned to San to get the information straight from the source.

"We just happened to run into each other when I was on that assignment out in the North district."

"You just ran into her?" and "Man I wish I went on that mission." or comments such as "Lucky." echoed around. The rest of the evening they continued to pry around but San tried his best to make everyone back their noses out of his business.

"You do realise that that meeting happened after I got into her panties?" he raised his voice over the ruckus, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Finally everyone went silent. "Yes, I was the first to get into them, and she liked it. Now back off." That they did.

You had become more cocky about yourself from that moment onward, deciding to play around more. When Yunho had appeared on your doorstep one afternoon to take you out, you felt oddly relieved to see him again. It had been several weeks ever since you had las seen him, and frankly you had missed how comfortable he allowed you to feel. He was clearly strong, his tall stature broad and powerful, but his personality had proven to be the absolute opposite. Even though his voice was dark and alluring, he was always bright and cheerful. Frankly, he was one of the few things that could make you wind down every once in a while. In a dark and violent world such as yours Yunho was truly a breath of fresh air.

Yunho asked you if you wanted to go out for a walk in the park with him before getting something to eat, to which you happily agreed. You could use some fresh air and good company. He was certainly caught by surprise when he felt you lacing your fingers with his as you walked through the fields in comfortable silence. He told his heart to calm down, not to jump to any hasty conclusions. This could have easily been a simple friendly gesture, nothing more. After all he was painfully aware of your ventures with San, it probably meant nothing. The both of you continued walking around like that hand-in-hand for a while, until eventually deciding it was time to head to the restaurant.

Yunho had said he had prepared a special table at his favourite little restaurant for you, and he did not disappoint. Much to the theme of the beautiful flowery park, was your table sat in the middle of a most beautiful courtyard. Purple and pink flowers bloomed all over the walls as the plants climbed up along the buildings all around. It was like a fairy tale. Yunho swiftly ordered for the both of you, smiling that the food would not disappoint. As you were enjoying your food together, you or Yunho would occasionally pick up the conversation again.

"How have the others been treating you?" he asked after taking a sip of his drink. You hummed, deep in thought for a moment.

"Everybody has been really nice to me so far. I really appreciate everything you have done for me." Yunho smiled warmly at your thanks.

"I heard that Wooyoung and Yeosang took you out shopping for a swimsuit the other day. How did that make you feel?" Yunho mused nonchalantly, however you sensed a glint in his eyes that you could not quite place.

"They did, I suppose it did make me feel a little bit nervous." You let out a soft chuckle, hooding your eyes as you looked down to your food shyly. Your breath caught in your throat when you suddenly felt Yunho's hand clasp over yours warmly.

"You shouldn't let them get to you, they really don't mean you any harm. I know especially Wooyoung can be rather outspoken, but he would always respect your boundaries. We all would." Yunho spoke gently but earnestly, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

"I know that." You said with a soft smile, finally daring to look back into Yunho's eyes. "I don't mind it all that much to be honest." You shyly spoke, pressing your teeth into your lower lip. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you and Yunho stared at each other.

"You know what, I think I have the perfect solution for those nerves, princess." Yunho eventually broke the silence after what felt like an hour. Your heart skipped a beat hearing him use such a nickname for you. You simply replied with a nod, curious to find out what this all would lead you to.

What you had not quite seen coming however, was for Yunho to promptly stand up, your hand still firmly in his.

"Shall I show you? Just follow me." You let Yunho guide you back into the restaurant itself, earning the look of a couple of waiters and other guests. As soon as the two of you made it to the corridor with the bathrooms, Yunho promptly spun around. You almost ran into Yunho's chest, just in time to catch yourself with your hands against him.

When you cast your questioning gaze up to him, he just replied with a smirk. You let out a surprised squeal when all of a sudden Yunho picked you up, holding you up by your ass. You couldn't help but think about his large hands, encompassing your cheeks effortlessly. The feeling of being pressed up against his muscular body was incredible. You would have loved to enjoy the feeling of being held against him like that for longer, but he swiftly pushed the both of you through the door to a bathroom and locked it behind him. Then he gently lowered your butt to the edge of the washing basin.

"Y-Yunho wait-" You stuttered.

"Is this about San?" Yunho asked, and you nodded. "Did he ask you out?" You shook no. "Then aren't you still as free as a bird, princess?" You thought it over in your mind. He had a point, and then there was what Wooyoung had talked about between him and San, perhaps he was just having fun.

"O-okay." That was all of the encouragement Yunho needed.

"You have no idea how badly I have wanted to jump your bones since I laid eyes on you princess, I simply cannot wait to taste that sweet pussy of yours." He mumbled into the skin of your shoulder, where he had been placing kisses on ever since he had picked you up. When his wonderfully distracting lips finally left your shoulder you let out a soft whine in disappointment, not wanting him to stop.

You didn't protest in the slightest when his long fingers made short work of your lower garments and underwear. You were so eager to feel his fingers inside of you that you weren't surprised by the audible squelch your juices caused when he finally pressed into you.

"I'll be sure to destress you and relax you from anything that worries you alright princess? Just let daddy Yunho take care of his little girl." Yunho growled the words into your neck so darkly that they didn't seem gentle anymore in the slightest, but you trusted him completely.

You were soon keening on his fingers, rocking your hips along to his rhythm. That was when suddenly you felt Yunho sink down to his knees before you, removing his fingers from you.

"Don't you worry baby girl, daddy will make you feel even better now." He replied to your desperate whines, not wanting him to stop. The moment he pulled out the fingers that were in your pussy just seconds ago to lick them clean, a deep satisfied rumble came from his chest. It sent a hot shiver down your spine. It reminded you of just how large and powerful the man was, and yet you had him there in front of you down on his knees pleasing you. You had to admit that it made you a little mighty, being serviced and called princess by such an influential and powerful man. Soon enough you felt his lips on your core, and his tongue exploring all over you. Mindlessly you wrapped your hands to the back to his head, gripping the small hairs at the back of his neck. Losing all sense of shyness or shame you rocked your hips against his face, chasing your high desperately. "Oh if the boys had any idea of what I was doing to you princess.. They would go insane within an instant." Yunho chuckled darkly from in between your thighs. You were too fucked out to really process the meaning of his words, simply tugging more at his hairs to get his lips back where you wanted them. It didn't take long from then for you to reach your high, mindlessly coming all over Yunho's mouth. You ended up making quite a mess of his face, but seeing Yunho licking your juices off his lips and chin was infinitely worth it.

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 4

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A/N: Wow yet another part, is that three days in a row? omg. I've got really good inspiration and motivation to write these days yay. I've really missed it <3 In this part we get to see more of Yunho and San! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: A little over 2.5 K!

Tag list: @baekmond and those who were so kind as to like all previous parts before <3 @snowxeroneronryu @twilightwei @cloudysmothy @whyme11 @lovelyracha98 thank you so much ^_^ (please let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged!)

Warnings: Assassinations, violence.

A couple of days later Yunho greets you with a kind smile.

"Today, I have a special surprise for you." He says excitedly "Come!" and before you knew it you were being whisked away.

"Where are we going Yunho?" You tried to ask him, flustered as you had trouble keeping up with his pace.

"We have to hurry, we are on a bit of a tight schedule I'm afraid. You arrived a little later than I had hoped." Yunho chuckled apologetically, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Late for what?" You puffed, getting out of breath. How could he run so fast and not seem to get out of breath in the slightest? Maybe you really should work on your condition more.

"That's a surprise!" He sent you a cheeky wink, and tugged you along on your adventure.

"Here, hold on to this for me will you?" Yunho handed you a large black rectangular case. He picked up another bag, and turned to you. "We will take the elevator up to the top floor, and there I will finally get to show you what your surprise is."

You were just relieved he wouldn't make you climb the stairs to the top floor, as you had entered a tall, sleek building and walked to the third floor. Too breathless to answer, Yunho took your silence as compliance. Not that you had a choice in the first place.

"It will be worth it, I promise! We're almost there." Damn Yunho and his long legs.

The elevator ride allowed you enough time to recuperate to your relief. When it dinged to announce its arrival and the doors slid open, you were relieved that it had been such calm pleasant weather lately. You were so high up that had it been windy, you would have been afraid of blowing right off the building. Instead the sky was blue with barely any clouds in sight.

"Oh woooooooooooww!" You exclaimed, looking over the bright city skyline.

"It is quite the view, right?" You nodded vigorously. You had never seen the city from above like this, in a way it both seemed a lot bigger yet smaller than it normally felt. "We will have plenty of time to admire this view at a later moment, but right now we are on a tight schedule, remember? Please could you pass me that case?" Yunho had walked to one of the railings and started unpacking his bag. He laid out a blanket and placed various tools next to it. You walked over and placed the case down next to him.

"Here. Put these on and those in your ears. You turned back from the skyline, taking the protective glasses and earplugs from Yunho.

"What are these for- Oh my god." Yunho had unlocked the black case you had been carrying, revealing a dismantled rifle. Yunho didn't waste any time to swiftly begin piecing the weapon together, looking far too familiar with the assembly.

"I got some targets assigned to me this morning, and San had told me how much you had enjoyed going to the gun store. So I thought I'd bring you with me on this mission!" Yunho seemed far too cheerful to be a professional sniper on a mission.

You shook your head in confusion. "Y-Yunho, you can't just.."

"Can't just what? Kill a bunch of assholes? Here. Those are their portfolios, I think you might recognise them." He tossed two folders in front of your feet. Your fingers shook as you picked the folders off the ground. It felt wrong to look into people who were about to meet their unnatural end. But you were curious, who could deserve to be murdered like that though?

"Oh my god, I do know them. How did you get all of this information on them? You even have all of their bank details and medical history..." They said they had been keeping an eye on you, did they have all this information of you as well?

"The first pages are just their info, check further on." Yunho simply stated. Each folder was maybe thirty pages thick, printed double sided. After the first three pages the subject changed from basic background information to history. Each folder started off with how they had committed smaller crimes during middle school, smoked and drank underage and how they flunked out of high school. Then, things seemed to dwindle for them as they got caught up in dealing drugs, money laundering and eventually gangs. It contained images of how they had abused their girlfriends and cheated. Even forced- you couldn't make yourself read any further. Your heart raced, cold shivers running over your spine uncontrollably making you feel sick.

"You're right, these bastards do deserve to die." You said coldly, tossing the folders back to the floor. You had seen enough.

"And I would be glad to do the honour." Yunho smirked, now laying flat on his stomach next to his rifle. "Come, I'll show you what all of these tools are used for." He patted on the space on the blanket beside him, rifle in the middle. "This one here, is a wind meter. You have to take even the slightest breeze and thermal current in mind, the further away the target the more can affect it. There are types of rifles and bullets specially designed for various weather types, but since today is an almost wind still day with not too bright of a sun, minimal correction should be fine." Yunho fiddled with a couple of knobs on his rifle. "This here is a high tech GPS, functioning as our range finder for the day. It helps measure the exact distance between us and the target. Lastly there are extra parts, but most importantly we have the different scopes. I've selected the optimal one for today's range and climate. The lens is also polarized, so that even if a bright light were to shine through I would not be blinded." Wow, there really was a lot of fine tuning to all of this. "Would you like to take a look?"

"Sure." You replied, and Yunho turned the rifle so you could look through its scope as he held it still.

"Really magnified, right?" You could see what felt like a mile away, as clear as day.

"People could spy with these, from so far away!" Yunho let out a laugh. "That they could, but it requires a lot of skill. Why don't you try to hold it?" Immediately when you grabbed hold of the gun, your sight blurred. The culprit was the shaking of your hands, not stabilising even when you really tried to hold them as still as possible.

"How did you manage to hold it so still?" You asked him in amazement.

"With many, many years of training." Yunho took back the gun, setting it up for his first target.

"Our first target will be mister H. He should exit that building in about five minutes. Then, after precisely two minutes our second target should show himself and we will take him out as well." Yunho ran over the rifle one more time, making sure that everything was set right and nothing would jam. "If you feel comfortable, you can find a pair of binoculars in the bag. I can show you where to watch for the targets. You don't have to though." You had already made up your mind. Then both of you were set up, eyes peeled for the target that could appear any minute now. "Just remember, this is no different from sending pigs to slaughter. They won't live long to tell the tale."

You hummed in agreement. "That is precisely what they are, filthy pigs."

Yunho had warned you about the rifle being louder than the pistol you had shot before, but you hadn't expected it to be quite that loud. You had been so startled by the sudden sound that you had jerked, losing sight of the target. You tried your best to calm your racing heart and steady your hands. You shot a glance over at Yunho, who still laid there perfectly still and focussed. You got lost in the sight for a moment, before remembering that it wasn't over yet. You followed the visual pointers that Yunho had given you to find the scene, spotting the now dead and bleeding mister H. sprawled on the floor. Flashbacks shot through your mind of when you had killed for the first time, there was so much blood everywhere, and people were screaming.

Then, suddenly you spotted the second target, running towards the corpse. As soon as the second man knelt down, another shot rang. This time you could see the bullet hit its target in the chest a split second later, sending him tumbling forwards onto the other. You let out a shaky exhale that you didn't realise you had been holding.

"I really hadn't expected you to be a sniper, Yunho." You spoke up later as he was packing up his gear.

"No? How so?" Yunho asked curiously.

"You simply are such a soft, cheerful person? Coldblooded and lethal were not quite things that I expected from you." You were honestly very baffled, it seemed even more surreal now you were saying it out loud. Yunho, a professional sniper?

"You don't have to be all serious and grumpy to be a sniper, you know. It's just a job." He even talked about it so casually. "Shall we have dinner?"

You were rather surprised with yourself, for still having an appetite after seeing all of that. At first you had worried that if you ate now it would disagree and come out again, but once you had gotten to the restaurant you felt a lot more calm. It helped that Yunho had dropped off his sniper gear, and spoke of ordinary subjects on your walk together. Was it really that easy to just forget about what happened? What kind of person did that make you?

"It is just as you had hoped for Hyung." Yunho said. "She looked at the whole thing, and there was a spark of vengeance in her eyes. She wanted them dead, to see them fall."

"Good work, Yunho. She will grow into our beautiful killing machine, you'll see."

You fell into this cycle of going out for dinner in the evening, occasionally going shopping for various things beforehand or simply going sightseeing. Everything was always paid by them. You didn't mind all of it so much anymore at this point, with the days in between where there was nobody, and the fun things they would let you do made you enjoy yourself quite well. Not having to worry about food and clothing was a new concept to you, taking a lot of weight off your shoulders. The restaurant in your neighbourhood had now managed to reopen partly thanks to your volunteering and you had become quite close with the family that owned it.

Another benefit of being in leagues with the great ATEEZ was that people would finally treat you with respect. You didn't care that it was because of your contacts rather than yourself, feeling like you were finally considered a human being.

Even on the days when none of them came to keep you company, you felt a lot more safe. In a way, you were beginning to feel this was a little bit your city too. Some part of you did not mind that it was most likely just by association with them.

Another aspect of your new life that was making you feel more safe was your training with Jongho, you made sure to follow all of the exercise loyally. He did a little bit of practice sparring with you, but insisted that you familiarize yourself with the footing before committing to any more serious jousting. That night you found yourself scarfing down your food once again, after having been drilled mercilessly through your training that day. Jongho was a patient, but persistent and thorough teacher.

One afternoon you ran into San in an alley unexpectedly. You had just taken a turn and another from a busy street, not noticing the yelps and cries coming from the street ahead of you. When you turned another corner, and there the familiar blonde haired man was. Busy kicking the shit out of some guys. You stood there on the corner, nailed to the ground. Your eyes just followed how San's agile body shifted and turned as he fought them six to one. Your eyes were glued on him as he struck one down after another, however not stopping when they simply fell down. Familiar red streaks were splattered over his face, eyes filled with a deadly glint. You recognised yourself in him, knew what it felt like to be taken over by rage in such a way. What had these men done to piss him off so badly? You certainly didn't want to find yourself in his path of violence.

Finally, he landed a punch to the last man standing. San wore a large signet ring on each of his hands, his pummelling leaving his mark dented in the man's cheek. Tomorrow, that would most likely have blossomed out to a great colourful bruise.

San stood over their limp unconscious bodies for a minute, before turning straight towards you. His eyes meet yours, trapping you with no escape. You had lost yourself in staring at him so much that you had completely forgotten to hide. You wouldn't stand a single chance against him. A devastating smirk grows on San's face, his tongue dancing out of his mouth tasting the blood dashed over his lips. The sight was both haunting and suave at once, you were uncertain whether it was meant to frighten or entice you. Either way it sends your heart racing, gulping nervously. All you could do was stare at him in his bloody glory. You didn't blink even once as he made his way over to you, stepping over the bodies that laid on the ground forgotten.

"You've got something red on your lips there sweetheart." San speaks in his usual tone, as if he hadn't just fought six grown men all by himself. That is when you realised that he didn't even seem out of breath, your chest was moving much faster than his. Taking your silence as an opportunity to continue, San spoke "Don't worry hon, I'd be more than glad to clean that off for you. After all I wouldn't want my baby touched by such disgusting dogs' blood. I put them down well, don't you think? If they wake up they will be sure to learn their lesson." When you didn't protest, San raised his hand to your chin. With his thumb he wiped the blood you had tasted on your lips, perhaps lingering there a little longer than necessary.

"See, all good now." San smiled happily before releasing your chin, finally allowing you to draw in a fresh breath of air. Soon after San clouded your mind again once more, when he stuck his thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean of the blood. A flashback occurred to you as you recalled how he had sucked off your fluids from his fingers when he had taken you to the gun range. A shiver ran down your back, imagining what it would have felt like if San had just licked the blood up straight from your lips. This man was really making your head spin.

You shook your head as you felt yourself heat up in embarrassment, these were not appropriate things to be thinking of in this moment. You couldn't control your frivolous heart though, which was sent racing once more when San shot you a triumphant smile, as if he had seen exactly what kind of thought had just passed through your mind.

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