#blackpink!mafia

[elryuse]

Yandere mafia rose x male reader who likes to make her jealous

Mafia's Lover

Yandere Mafia Rosé X Male Reader

The world was a blur of red and pain. I remember the cold metal biting into my flesh, the acrid tang of blood filling my senses. A lifetime ago, it seemed. I was a ghost in my own body, a hollow shell drifting through a crimson haze. Then, he appeared. Y/n. An oasis in the desert, a beacon in the storm. His hands, gentle as a summer rain, tended to my wounds. His eyes, filled with a compassion I’d never known, held me together.

In that vulnerability, I found a strength I never knew existed. I clung to him, to the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breath. In those stolen moments, love bloomed in my heart, a defiant flower pushing through the concrete of my world. But my world was a harsh mistress. A world of shadows, where loyalty was a chain, and betrayal a death sentence. I couldn’t drag him into that darkness. I had to let him go, even as it tore me apart.

Months turned into an endless winter. The world was a monochrome canvas of gray, devoid of color, devoid of hope. But then, a flicker of life, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I needed to see him, to feel the warmth of his presence once more.

And there he was, my heart aching at the sight. Surrounded by a flock of giggling girls, he was a sun radiating warmth. A sun that should have been mine alone. Rage, a venomous serpent, coiled in my gut. How dare they? How dare they infiltrate my world, my Y/n?

I watched him through the binoculars, a silent voyeur to a scene that was both beautiful and agonizing. His laughter, once a melody reserved for me, was now shared with others. A bitter taste rose in my mouth, a cocktail of jealousy and longing.

I had to have him back. Not just for the love I felt, but for the control, the power it gave me. I was a queen in a kingdom of shadows, and he was my crown jewel.

The next day, I stood at his door, my heart a drumbeat of anticipation and fear. The moment he opened the door, my world shifted. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a raw pain that mirrored my own. It was intoxicating.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. But my hands, they spoke a different language. They wrapped around his, a possessive claim. His wince was music to my ears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice low, a purr of menace.

His eyes, wide with fear, were exactly what I wanted. He was trapped, a bird caught in my web.

“Those girls don’t deserve you,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. “All you need is me. And only me.”

With a decisive pull, I dragged him inside, closing the door on the world. We were alone, two souls caught in a tempestuous dance of love, obsession, and control.

His fear was a sweet nectar, fueling my desire. He was mine now, completely and utterly. I would mold him, shape him into the perfect reflection of my desires. The world outside could wait. This was our moment, our world. A world of two.

I ran my fingers through his hair, the softness a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. His eyes held a mixture of fear and something else, something I couldn’t quite decipher. It intrigued me.

"Remember when I was weak, and you were my strength?" I asked, my voice soft, almost seductive. His eyes flickered, a silent acknowledgement. "I gave you everything, Y/n. My trust, my love, even a part of myself."

I paused, letting the words sink in. "And what did I get in return? Betrayal."

His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him with a gesture.

"Don't," I warned. "Your words are meaningless now."

I leaned in close, my breath warm against his skin. "Now, it's my turn to shape our destiny."

I could feel his fear, a delicious tremor running through him. It was intoxicating. I wanted to break him, to rebuild him in my image. And then, I would possess him completely. Body and soul.

I smiled, a predator's grin. The game had just begun.

A week had passed since I dragged him into this gilded cage I called home. In those seven days, I had transformed from the predator to the caretaker. I cooked, I cleaned, I tended to his every need. I had become the woman I had always pretended to be, the one I thought he wanted. And to my surprise, he seemed to be thawing.

The fear in his eyes had gradually been replaced by a hesitant trust. His body, once tense and rigid, now relaxed under my touch. It was a slow, insidious process, but I was patient. He was mine to keep, and I would ensure it.

I watched him sleep, his face serene in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. There was a vulnerability in his slumber that made my heart ache with a strange tenderness. This was the man who had saved me, the man who had ignited a fire within my soul. And now, he was mine.

Morning brought with it a new routine. I would wake him with soft kisses, the scent of coffee and toast filling the air. His sleepy smile was a reward I craved. We would spend the mornings together, lazy and intimate. I would read to him, my voice a soothing melody that seemed to calm his spirit.

In the afternoons, I would teach him about the world beyond his sheltered existence. He was fascinated by the stories of my life, the danger, the thrill. I painted a picture of a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he listened with rapt attention.

As the days turned into a week, I began to see a change in him. The fear was fading, replaced by a quiet strength. He was learning to rely on me, to trust me. And in that trust, I found a love I never knew existed.

One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, I took his hand in mine. "You are safe here, Y/n," I whispered, my voice soft as velvet. "No one can hurt you."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion I couldn't fathom. "I know," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

I leaned in, our lips brushing together. It was a tentative kiss, filled with unspoken promises. When we pulled apart, I could feel the shift, a seismic change in the dynamics between us. He was no longer the terrified victim. He was becoming my equal.

My world, once a monochromatic canvas of black and white, was now painted with a thousand hues. There was still the darkness, the undercurrent of my past, but it was no longer the dominant force. Love, a foreign concept, was now a vibrant part of my life.

Time passed, and I managed to extricate myself from the underworld. The life of a mafia boss was not one I wanted anymore. I wanted a quiet life, a simple life, with Y/n by my side.

We opened a small cafe, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was a world away from the life I had once known. But in this new reality, I found a happiness I never thought possible.

Y/n thrived in his new role. He was a natural with people, his smile a beacon of warmth. And as always, he attracted attention. Young girls would flock to the cafe, their eyes sparkling with admiration. I watched him interact with them, the same warmth and kindness he had shown me.

A pang of jealousy would sometimes strike, a ghost of my past self. But then he would catch my eye, and with a playful wink, he would send the jealousy packing. I would smile, a mixture of love and amusement.

One evening, as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the cafe, I found myself watching him. He was laughing with a group of young customers, his eyes sparkling with mirth. I felt a surge of protectiveness, a remnant of my past life.

I walked over to him, my arms wrapping around his waist from behind. He turned, his smile widening. "Jealous, my love?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Maybe a little," I admitted.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "You're mine, remember?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I turned in his arms, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. As we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and adoration reflected there. I was home.

Days turned into weeks, months, and years. Our love deepened, a rich tapestry woven with threads of passion, trust, and companionship. The cafe became more than just a place of business; it was our sanctuary, a testament to our love story.

And as I watched the world change around us, one thing remained constant: my love for Y/n. He was my everything, my beginning and my end. And in the quiet moments, as we sat together in the warmth of our cafe, I knew I had found my happily ever after.

The end.

[lilacura]

Grave Mistake

Pairing: Jennie Kim x Reader

Genre: Mafia

Word count: 831

Tw: Guns, Gunshots, Mafia, Hospital, Wounds.

Summary: Jennie, a feared mafia leader, and her girlfriend Y/N faced a life-threatening incident when a recruit accidentally shot Y/N during a meeting. Jennie's unwavering love and their eventual recovery strengthened their bond. Jennie then asserted her authority, making it clear that recklessness wouldn't be tolerated in their criminal organization.

Jennie, an infamous and ruthless leader of the mafia, commanded a criminal empire that struck fear into the hearts of even the boldest of adversaries. Her girlfriend in this treacherous world was Y/N, a presence equally feared, concealed from the prying eyes of their criminal network.

One fateful evening, they convened with new recruits in a dimly lit, foreboding chamber. Unbeknownst to the newcomers, Y/N was the most precious person in Jennie's life, a fact that only intensified the fear associated with their names. As Y/N entered the room alongside Jennie, her identity as Jennie's girlfriend was unknown to the recruits, who regarded her with a mixture of respect and trepidation. As Jennie addressed the recruits, the room's tension was palpable, an oppressive force that settled over all.

During a heated discussion, a gunshot shattered the silence, and Y/N crumpled to the floor, clutching her leg in pain. The new recruit had fired the shot, unknowingly targeting the one person they should have feared the most: Jennie's beloved. Chaos erupted as Jennie's loyal subordinates pounced on the shooter, fueled by their devotion to the leader and their collective rage at daring to harm Jennie's cherished partner.

Jennie, whose name sent shivers down spines in the criminal world, revealed an unprecedented vulnerability as she rushed to Y/N's side, cradling her in her arms. With an authoritative urgency, she ordered her subordinates to transport them to a waiting car, their hearts heavy with concern for their boss's girlfriend.

In her arms, Y/N clung to Jennie, her pain eclipsed by the intensity of their love. Jennie's car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, and she carried Y/N inside. Doctors and nurses rushed to their aid as Jennie anxiously explained the situation. Y/N was rapidly taken into surgery, and Jennie waited outside, pacing the corridor, her façade of unyielding power temporarily shattered.

Hours passed, and Jennie's loyal subordinates stood guard with her. When the doctor finally emerged from the operating room, Jennie, known for her heartless reputation, rushed to him. The relief in his eyes was palpable as he informed her that Y/N would recover.

Tears welled up in Jennie's eyes, and she hugged the doctor in gratitude. As she entered the recovery room, Y/N was awake and smiled weakly at her. The depth of their love had been tested, but it had only grown stronger, a testament to the fierce devotion they shared.

Jennie stayed by Y/N's side during her recovery, a force of nature tending to her every need. Their bond had always been founded on trust and unwavering loyalty, but this incident had showcased the depth of their connection.

As the days turned into weeks, Jennie's subordinates watched in awe as she doted on Y/N, tending to her with a meticulous care that mirrored the precision of their criminal operations. They had always seen their boss as a formidable and unflinching leader, but now they witnessed a caring and fiercely protective partner who held unparalleled power.

Once Y/N was strong enough to leave the hospital, Jennie ensured their home was a fortress, impenetrable to their enemies. The incident had only fueled their determination to protect each other and their love, and they began to plan for a future where their criminal activities could be left behind, their power consolidated in new and legitimate endeavors.

As the chaos settled and Y/N was on the path to recovery, Jennie returned to her role as the unwavering leader of the criminal empire. She knew it was essential to address the incident with the new recruits and assert her authority.

Gathering the recruits in a dimly lit room once more, Jennie's presence alone sent chills down their spines. She paced with a commanding presence, her every word carrying a weight that couldn't be ignored.

"You may not be aware of who I am," she began, her voice cold and unwavering, "but you've all been brought into an organization that demands loyalty, discipline, and unwavering respect."

Jennie's subordinates, those who had known her for years, stood behind her, a silent but formidable reminder of the consequences of crossing her.

"The incident that occurred in our previous meeting was a grave mistake," Jennie continued. "You put the life of someone I hold dear at risk, and that is not something I take lightly."

She locked eyes with the recruit responsible for the gunshot, her gaze piercing through any facade of bravery. "Your actions demonstrated recklessness and a lack of understanding of the consequences. So let me teach you what happens when you act as carelessly as you did last time."

The message had been delivered: Jennie's power and authority were absolute.

The recruits, now aware of the true depth of their leader's strength, listened with sweating hands and beating hearts. They knew that after what happened, their last breath would be taken today.

With one flick of her hand and a nod of her head, gunshots erupted while she left the room, looking for y/n. 

[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . YOU'RE ATTACKED BUT THEY THINK THEY'RE TRYING TO ESCAPE

[ gif by @lisanamjoon ]

✎ in which you're attacked by one of their enemies and in the process of defending yourself, they think you're trying to run away

Warning .ᐟ ⤷ Stockholm Syndrom, manipulative behavior, blood/injuries, weapons[knives, guns], murder(semi-graphic), profanity, yandere

✎ᝰ fully got this idea from @ninetailedfoxmanchi post here ! it’s for bts n when i read it i was like “wow, kinda wanna write a version of that for our girls” !!! they have wonderful reactions, pls check them out !

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized in a romantic way for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise. some AUs for the yandere!blackpink reactions will be based on other folklore/mythology. (yandere!goddess , etc) these reactions will not be accurate to the true mythology/folklore but rather variations and adaptions made to assist the reaction/world of the reaction. ✎ᝰ

The apartment is quiet, save for the soft sound of flipping pages, coming from the book you're currently reading. Your lover had to head to work early today due to a significant issue brought up at last night's mission. She didn't tell you when she would be home, but she said she could either be home early or late. You were hoping for early because as much as you hated to admit it, her presence around you and with you is more than something you're used to, it's something you crave.

And the silence with her gone was deafening. You have never hated being alone so much before.

The book in your hands loses your interest as you take to just flipping the pages, eyes trailing over the extremely large penthouse. According to her, this was the very first house she had purchased in which she lived alone. Before then she had mainly lived with the other three inner circle members, whom she considered her true sisters. It's large, much too large for one person, or even two, but she was mature enough to admit she enjoyed showing off her wealth in her house. According to her, when you became her lover, you made this more than just her house, you made it your home.

But since then, the two of you had been looking at other places to move to, not because you disliked this apartment but because you both wished to move somewhere that you could begin to truly build your life together. After all, she had more than enough money.

The list had narrowed down to four properties, based on all of the things you said you liked and wanted, and then she turned the responsibility of picking the final home out to you, so she could know that you truly love the home the two of you would go to.

And as the book starts to reach the last of its pages your eyes are drawn to the folders on the coffee table with the location pictures, interior pictures, dimension sizing, building rating, site history, etc. All the information you needed to make the most informed decision possible without leaving your current home. Of course, sans the pricing and all. She stated up and down that she would simply buy the building (and possibly the land it's on) and leave it all signed to you in a contract, that way should anything ever happen to her she could still take care of you.

The last page flips and the cover joins the rest of the book. You frown at the now closed book for a second -you forgot to put a bookmark in your spot- before setting it on the table to grab the folders instead. Since you have the time to kill, you may as well start looking over these.

You're unsure how much time passes with you flipping through each folder and creating a pro/con list in your notebook but you do know that you've gone over all of them twice when the door to the apartment starts to turn, the distinct sound of the lock clicking open causing you to stand and turn eagerly.

"Hey! I'm glad you're back because I think I know which one I like..." Your voice trails away as an unfamiliar woman steps through the door, shutting it softly but not locking it.

"Sorry," The corner of her lips curve up. "I don't think it was me you were expecting."

You're immediately taken with a sense of uneasiness and dread, your girlfriend had never introduced you to any other member of her gang. Only the other inner circle members. In fact, she always swore that she'd never bring any other member into your home.

"W-Who are you?" Your voice is shaky as you figure out the answer to your question before she answers. Though the slight drop in her mouth lets you know that she notices.

"I'm a friend of-"

"That's a lie." You cut her off before she can say your lover's name, unsure of what you were doing in exposing her lie. You were one person who had never really been trained past basic self-defense against a possible enemy gang member. "I asked who you are."

She just smiles wickedly as she slips a small blade into her hand. "Jung Ji-Ho wishes to simply say hello. It's not you who he wants, but I suppose you will do."

With that, she lunges toward you, faster than you expected, and creates a large cut on your arm as you attempt to run away. Your notebook flies under the sofa and the pictures go everywhere as you make a mad dash to the front door, the woman fast behind you. She reaches out and yanks you back by your hair, a scream leaving you as you pull away, leaving strands of your hair in her hand. She goes to cut you again and you don't think as you grab the knife with one hand and hit her face with the other.

"Hit between the eyes," M/N had told you. "It'll stun them enough for you to get away. Don't worry, I'll be there to save you then."

She flinches away, dragging the blade painfully across your palm, which leaves a bloody imprint as you throw open the door and rush out, heading to the private elevator. And just to your luck it opens, and you run in, not to an empty elevator, but into the arms of your love.

She was here to save you now, but you look up into her eyes, and you're only met with burning anger and bitter betrayal.

[KIM JISOO]

[ gif by @venompinks ]

"And where do you think you're going, Darling?" Jisoo always looks cold but somehow she manages to look even more so as she stares at you, locking her hands onto your arms to hold you in place.

"Jisoo! You're here!" You shout in surprise, ready to tell your lover about the situation, but she misunderstands your rush to be fear of being caught.

She pushes you back with force, albeit gently, her hands locked tightly on your forearms. Her eyes bore into your own and you're frozen in place, forgetting everything as fear creeps up your spine. The elevator lets out a soft ding and the doors start to close behind her, snapping you from your stupor.

"We need to go!" You shout and lunge towards the buttons, stopping as she yanks you back, eyes steely and blank.

"Excuse me? We are not going anywhere but back into our home." She punctuates her words by tugging you closer.

"No, you don't understand-"

"I think I understand pretty well." Jisoo's voice is cold, devoid of any emotion although you can tell she's hurt. "What, you didn't think I'd come home on time? Were you wishing I stayed late? You thought you could just, slip away, and I wouldn't notice that my heart was gone?!"

You jump as she shouts the last words, hands reaching for her on instinct to calm her, and blood smears on her white t-shirt, the red handprint almost seeming like paint.

"I'm so sorry!" You blurt, your hands reaching forward in an instinctive attempt to wipe it off, but to no surprise, you end up smearing it more and reminding yourself of the situation. "Shit. Ok no, Jisoo please, we need to go now. Please."

Jisoo raises an eyebrow at your pleading, finally taking a moment to survey her surroundings once your blood smears on her shirt. The small, lines on the wall from where you stumbled through, the way the apartment door isn't even fully closed. The panic in your eyes and the injuries on your body.

Finally understanding she pushes you behind her gently, reaching for her brass knuckles as the door opens and the attacker steps out. Her glare sets deeper into her face, pushing the guilt of how she spoke to you away to focus on this scum that thought they could hurt her girl.

"Your name. Now." Jisoo simply demands, not in the mood to hear any excuses from the woman's mouth.

Clearly, the lady wasn't expecting the calm and almost bored demeanor that Jisoo had, given that she was standing so defensively and with her knives held tight. Your blood shines on the blades and catches your lover's eyes.

Jisoo glares so intensely at the woman that her knees start to shake, but it's not enough. She steps forward, scoffing as the attacker takes two steps back, and does it again. The dance continues until the attacker is up against a wall, holding out her knives as a pitiful defense. She can barely even blink before Jisoo punches her, breaking her nose immediately with her brass-enforced knuckles.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" Jisoo teases with a cruel pout, laughing slightly. "I thought that's what you wanted."

She doesn't wait for any response before she hits again, this time the woman's stomach. The screaming huff that leaves her makes you wince, but you don't move from the spot you're in, and try as you might you can't seem to tear your eyes away either.

"You know what? I don't need your name," Jisoo slams her fist into her face again, knocking her down. "I'll get it out of you later. Little bitch. Thought you could break in and hurt my girl? MY GIRL! Consider yourself very lucky I don't kill you here. Or don't, a faster death may be more merciful than what I have planned for you."

Jisoo slams her fist down again, but the woman is unresponsive, only her shallow breathing alerting the two of you to her undead state. Blood is splattered on your lover's hands and all over the unconscious woman's face. She huffs as she sits back, staring in amusement at the blood-covered woman, before remembering you.

"Darling," Her voice is a quiet sort of remorseful as she turns to face you, eyes saddening as you flinch. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."

"I-It's okay." You stutter, not even believing in yourself.

"No, it is not 'okay.' You are injured and bleeding and without even taking notice of your pain I inflicted more. Forgive me, please." This time Jisoo's voice wavers, shame filtering in.

You step forward, hesitant, and then move more surely until you can wrap your arms around her waist and bury your head in her neck. The tears come quickly after.

"I was so scared." You sob shocking Jisoo who has her hands in fists at her side. Scared that it's her you're speaking of. "When she came in I thought it was you but then she-"

You shake as you cry, Jisoo now wrapping her own arms around you, realizing the terror that must've stricken you at the intruder. She doesn't let you continue, holding you close by your waist and your head, placing kisses on the side.

"I'm here. I'm here and your safe, my darling." She soothes your hair, shuffling to move you both into the penthouse. Her neck strains as she hides the anger in her voice at the damage, knowing you were the one attacked during it. "I'll always protect you. I swear."

She pulls away once the two of your reach the staircase, helping you up while texting some members to pick up the woman in the hallway. She'd take care of the mess after she took care of your injuries.

You didn't want to sit on the expensive couch, your arm and hand still bleeding heavily so the two of you enter the en suite where she has you sit on the counter. Pulling out the emergency aid kit that Lisa left at all the members' houses she chuckles wryly.

"I never thought it'd be you being patched up with this. Or ever." Jisoo jokes wryly, regret lacing her voice as she finishes washing the wounds, wincing when you did.

The cuts aren't as deep as she thought, all the blood just making them seem to like it. Jisoo's eyebrows scrunch as she focuses on disinfecting the wounds, keeping your mind off of the pain as her lips part a little. Even when she's pouring rubbing alcohol over open wounds of yours, she remains beautiful.

Jisoo recalls how Lisa told her that cuts that are big enough to bleed but not too deep like yours don't need stitches. Just a wrap. The white gauze makes Jisoo feel sick.

The fact that you're bleeding under there makes Jisoo even sicker.

"No offense but, shouldn't we ask Lisa to do this?" The question makes Jisoo laugh.

"I've done this plenty of times too! Just because I never went to med school." She grumbles as she helps you down and onto the bed. "Wait here for a moment."

She pecks your cheek as she leaves the room to fetch some tea, slipping a bit of a sedative into it, just to make sure you rest well. Walking back into the room she finds you already fluffing the pillows and in your pajamas.

"That's not waiting." She 'tsks' as she hands you the cup, raising an eyebrow as you down it like a shot. "Try and get some rest, Darling."

"Aren't you staying?" With the way your face freezes in fear, Jisoo can't bring herself to tell you that she was in fact leaving, just for a little bit.

"I'm just going to clean up the apartment before I join you. Too much adrenaline." So instead she smiles sweetly while lying. She'd leave after you slept and be back before you awoke anyway.

"Ok. I love you." Your eyes start to shut and your voice slurs as she pecks your forehead.

"I love you too, Bunny."

----

Your eyes feel weighed down when you rouse from your slumber, the room pitch black except for the light streaming in as the door opens. Jisoo walks in and in your hazy vision, you can make out the way she shrugs off her jacket, throwing it into the trash. Her dark red shirt followed soon after.

As your eyes give in to the weight a nagging voice in the back of your head reminds you that she was wearing a white shirt when she left.

[KIM JENNIE]

[ gif by @lisanamjoon ]

"Well, hello my love." Jennie just stares at you in surprise, but her sweet smile still spreads across her face, even though her eyes don't reflect it. "Quite funny meeting you out here...when you are meant to be in there."

Jennie's grip is gentle on you, but firm as she holds your waist and one of your hands as though leading you in a dance.

"Although, why you didn't just say you wanted to go out," her voice is chilly despite the twinge of love hidden within. "I would've taken you anywhere you asked."

"Jennie!" You know the shock on your face probably makes the situation look worse given how her face falters.

"Y/N," She starts a deep sigh escaping her. "What are you doing? And, please, just tell me the truth."

You can tell exactly what Jennie thinks you were doing and your heart breaks at how hurt you know she must feel. How her smile is so so sweet, but her eyes are cold to hide how she really feels.

"It's not what you think." You wince when you say that, you don't even know why you said that. "No! I mean, it's not...that."

"It's not what?" Jennie's smile tightens. "Tell me what it is."

"It's...There's someone in the apartment!" You can't understand why it took so long to get the words out, but Jennie's reaction is immediate. Her smile falls and her eyes dart to the door that's closed only partly.

"I don't know who she is b-but she said she knew you. I figured that was a lie but she attacked me when I went to leave! Please, I would never do that to you. I promised." Your words start to jumble as you speak as fast as you can but she understands, she always understands you.

"Where are you hurt, my love." Jennie's voice becomes soft, her shoulders loosen and her eyes sweeten. Her eyes are drawn to your bloody arm and the cut on your hand. Quickly, she sheds her blouse, leaving her in just a tank top, so she can quickly wrap it around your arm.

"Do me a favor and go in the elevator. Close the doors and wait for a bit." She tells you quickly as the door starts to open. She pulls out her gun and checks the mag before placing a kiss on your head. "Go."

"Please don't get hurt." The lady steps out of the apartment, her hair a mess and eyes glaring. Your blood stains her hand and the knife that she grips tighter when she sees your lover.

You turn quickly, dashing into the metal box, and hit the button that closes the doors before crouching in the furthest corner and hiding your ears in your hands.

You can hear Jennie scream something, but her voice is muffled by both the doors and your hands, but the slam against said doors causes the box to rattle, and a small shriek to escape you. Another shout comes but it's not from Jennie, you assume it's the other woman. A gunshot finally rings, and this time you know it's from Jennie's gun, and another bang follows. Two more ring out in quick succession, and the other woman's wails ring in your ears.

You flinch back, trying to almost dig yourself into the mirror backing of the elevator as more screams ring out. you can almost make out the pleas in them from your hands over your ears, and you feel a chill creep up your back as a faint sound of a laugh comes through.

All too soon there is another very loud slam against the elevator doors, and more gunshots ring out until a trickle of red liquid drips through the cracks. Bile rises in your throat and you scoot as far as you can into the mirrored wall, slipping as the blood pool inches closer and closer.

Ding!

The doors open and you see Jennie kick something away, and with the large thump that follows you realize it was probably the body.

"My love," She sighs as she sees your curled-up body scorching away from the blood, her eyes soften into gentle flames and her lips pout. "I am so sorry. Oh, you're hurt and I didn't even notice-"

"Please just hug me." You cut her off as you stand up, eyes still trained on the devilish red liquid on the floor. She doesn't hesitate, stepping directly into the puddle to engulf your in her arms, causing you to look away.

With much ease, she picks up your legs to have them wrap around her waist and carries you simply down the hallway until she can enter the apartment, being met with the flipped-over table and papers everywhere...and your blood covering the handle of the door. Her heart sinks as she sees the damage and feels your soft breath on the crook of her neck from where your head is hidden. She steps over the scattered pictures to enter the guest bathroom, softly placing you on the counter with a kiss on your head.

She silently pulls out her aid kit, avoiding your eyes in shame as she pulls out a cloth to wipe the excess blood away. You don't flinch as the wet cloth turns red but the rubbing alcohol is different. You're clumsy but you very rarely have such large cuts, so the stinging sensation, while not new, is still quite painful for you. At the whimper that leaves your lips, Jennie pulls away as though being burned, hands resting at her sides as her fists clench.

"I'm sorry." Her lips thin as she forces herself to continue disinfecting. "I'm so sorry."

The trace of tears on her waterline shocks you but at the same time, you almost expect them. They hurt you more than the alcohol finding its way into your open wound though so your reach your unharmed hand up to brush them away.

"Stop saying you're sorry." You make her look at you, meeting her eyes gently. "You saved me. Just like you promised me."

"Always. I'll always save you. But you're hurt and I tried to make assumptions before I helped ease the pain."

"But you understood anyway. So stop saying you're sorry." She looks back down as you smile reassuringly and you figure it's time to move on from the topic. "I think I picked a house."

"What?" Jennie looks up, puzzled at the topic.

"From the four you brought me. I think I know which one I like the most." You smile at her before frowning. "Oh, but I had written it all down in my notebook, but I don't know where it went after I threw everything."

"That's fine! I can go find it!" Jennie turns to go look but you hook your arm around her waist.

"Can you finish wrapping my arm? I don't think I'll be able to tie it on my own, then we can look at them again together."

Jennie turns around with a sheepish smile, quickly finishing the wrap on your arm, and pressing a kiss to your hand after. She rushes out of the bathroom after ordering you to stay in there for a bit longer and when you do come out the living room looks like nothing happened. Jennie pulls you to the couch and has you sit on her lap while she opens your notebook and the pro/con lists.

Every now and then your eyes drift up to look at the shoes that still have blood covered on them, waiting for the gang's cleanup crew to come to grab them. Jennie steals your attention away with kisses when you do.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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Chaeyoung's face is much calmer than her eyes. In fact, if you didn't know her so well you wouldn't think anything was wrong.

"Well aren't you in a rush? Careful, Sweets, you might hurt yourself." She leans down as she says that, almost mockingly. It's not hard to guess how the dots connected for her, it'd be hard to see the scene as anything else. Especially so soon after you had told her that no matter what, you would never leave her.

"Rosie, help me. Please." You're shaking though, from the complete terror of the person who entered your home, so you can't seem to focus on anything but asking for help. For begging your hero to save you the way she always does.

Rosie raises an eyebrow, taking in everything in the hallway, calmly and violently. Her sweet love, so soft and kind was shaking in her arms, bleeding and crying. Oh, she would burn whoever did this to the ground.

"Where?" Rosie calmly pulls her gun out and changes the clip, having emptied it earlier at 'work'. "Where is the dead man walking?"

"S-She's inside still. I pushed her a bit hard." You flinch away from your girlfriend as you say that scared at how quickly she arms herself with two guns and brass knuckles.

Rosie places her gun behind her back again, instead reaching forward to place her hands on your face and meet her eyes with yours. "Sweetheart, breath. I am here and no one will touch you like that again. I can promise you that."

You meet her eyes with shaky panic, shivering as though it was snowing though the hallway was heated. "Do you promise?"

"I swear on my life, I will personally see to the destruction of anybody who dares harm you," Rosie answers you with unwavering confidence and the trembling in your body stops. Your shoulders are still tensed like a brick wall and with the way you flinch into her when the door to your apartment opens again, Rosie almost falls over.

She pulls you behind her and pulls her gun out, making the woman across the hall freeze. Rosé aims her gun at her, turning her body to face you when she sees that the attacker isn't going to make a move. She places a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing away a tear as she pulls away.

"I'll just be a moment, Sweets."

She turns around and before she can even blink shoots a shot into the attacker's right knee. You don't see, but a cruel smile crosses her face as she hears the scream tear itself from the woman's throat. For her, it's her favorite noise from her enemies, and that woman was currently enemy number 1.

She tucks her gun away as she steps closer to the woman collapsed on the ground, she wanted to make her suffer and a gun was much too...clean.

She stands over the woman who's struggling to save face, attempting a glare at Rosé but struggling to hold the scream behind her lips. Without any feeling, Rosé brings her heeled boot back and hits a strong kick to the woman's ribs. This time you can see the faint shake in your girlfriend's shoulders as she chuckles.

Rosé bends down from the waist to look the lady in her eyes, not wanting to kneel and get her clothes dirty.

"What? Can't look me in my eyes now?" Rosé pulls out her gun again, pressing it to the woman's left foot, putting pressure when she tries to pull her leg away. "Afraid of blood? But you weren't when you decided to harm my girl."

Another shot rings and despite her wishes blood splatters on Rosé's pants. With her arm pulled back she slams her gun into the attacker's head, creating a large gash and causing her to go sprawling.

"You got my pants dirty." She stands straight and then proceeds to kick the attacker again, this time on her knee. "Oh, did that hurt? Sorry."

With a roll of her eyes, she steps on the profusely bleeding left foot, putting most of her pressure on the wound for maximum pain. No longer having the will to scream the attacker just writhes on the floor in pain, like a dying fish.

"Sweetheart," Rosé's call catches your attention, dragging your terrified eyes from the bleeding woman. "What would you like me to do?"

"What?" Your voice is hoarse, and your eyes wide, not understanding.

"With her. What would you like me to do, since she attacked you? I'll do whatever you say." Your lover's eyes soften as she looks at you, as if gently telling you it's ok. Distracting you from how she stepped on the woman like a dart holding its target.

"Do what you do." You say before quickly adding on. "But not here! Please, do whatever it is you do with...that. But don't make me see it."

Rosé hesitates for a moment before nodding, turning quickly to bash her gun handle into the attacker's head again. This time knocking her out and stopping that god-awful writhing. She steps off of the woman, kicking the unconscious woman once before turning back to you. Gentle smile back on her face like she wasn't laughing at screams earlier.

"Come, Honey." She holds her hand out for you, lacing your fingers and basically holding you up when you collapsed into her arms to walk with her back into the apartment.

She sweeps your legs up to carry you up the stairs, laying you gently in the bed as she leaves the room, returning minutes later with tea and an aid kit.

"I'm sorry. For the pain, this is about to cause and for the pain, you endured without me here." Her voice is laced with shame, soft and hesitant, but her hands work deftly in wrapping your wounds. Although she winces much harder than you don when the alcohol stings the cuts.

"Just, please don't let me be hurt again. Please."

"Never." She responds quickly, hardly even letting you finish the request. She helps guide the tea to your mouth. "I put some pain meds mixed into the tea as it'll help you relax more. They have sedation effects so you'll fall asleep quickly. I'll be here when you wake up but I will be gone while you're asleep to deal with the trash."

You nod, finishing off the chamomile tea, and placing the cup down to reach for a hug. She holds you securely, feeling the effects the sedation has on your limbs as you start to drift off. "Just, promise me, you won't tell me what you do to her. I know no matter what, you'll always protect me. I don't want to know how. I don't need to."

Your eyes close but you can feel her nod against your shoulder, and place a kiss before tucking you in. The door closes behind her.

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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"You said you loved me."

Lisa can only look at you, eyes filled with betrayal and hurt, so much so that she doesn't even notice your trembling and wounds.

Her voice is strained like it pains her to make the accusation. And for a moment you forget about the current situation. Because her eyes are burning, filled with pain and betrayal stings her eyes in the form of tears and all you know is this extremely strong woman is crying and it's because of you.

"I do," You pledge to her again but your voice is pleading as you speak frantically. "I do love you. I do. But-"

"No!" Lisa cries out as you go to continue, misunderstanding what you were about to say. She pushes you then, out of the elevator and into the wall behind you, gripping your arm hard. "You told me- swore to me- that you love me. That you'll stay with me. You can't just leave! Please."

Your heart hurts as her voice cracks and how the obsessed look in her eyes takes over. But her hands pushing against the cuts on your body hurt even more. You could fix the relationship in a second but all you could say right now was:

"You're hurting me."

Lisa looks down then, finally noticing your blood, which was coating her hands. She lets you go immediately and meets your eyes, shock, and confusion covering the betrayal in them for a moment.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks calmly, but with a new sense of panic coming over her as she spots the cut on your arm and the even deeper gash on your palm. Luck is clearly on your side today because as soon as she asks that, the woman who attacked you steps out of the apartment.

Her eyes open wide at seeing your lover with you and she freezes, giving Lisa enough time to comprehend the scene in front of her. You don't blame her for needing a second longer than normal to react, just before she was thinking you tried to leave her. Her heart just broke in two and is now in the process of unbreaking from nothing.

But naturally, your sweet lover acts with ease, entering her mafia persona and standing in front of you. She's a tall person, but as she stands with her fists clenched and shoulders back and, you assume, a glare on her face, she looks ten times taller. You can see the muscle in her jaw jump from behind her defensive position.

"Who are you?" She asks the same thing you did, voice strained but calm. A chill, however, crawls down your spine at the detached cold tone you've never heard before. Not even on that day she rescued you, she had only sounded annoyed at your former captor, the man who sends his hello through the woman standing at the end of the hall.

"Miss Manobal, I'm here to-"

"I asked who you are." Lisa interrupts her, similar to what you had done, although you assume that the woman is telling a truth instead of a lie this time. "Actually, don't bother. I remember you from that day. What does Jung want this time? We're not interested in any deals and he's too incompetent to launch any successful attacks against us."

She looks mildly offended across the hall and Lisa lets out another cold laugh.

"Oh, is that what this is? An attempt at an attack? Of course, it is. A stupid plan really, you're not talented enough to get away with a single assassination." At the girl opening her mouth to argue Lisa lifts a finger and clicks her tongue. "No. I'm right. You wanna know how I know?"

As Lisa toys with the woman across the hall, a sense of dread fills you like never before. The woman is frozen, in fear or curiosity you don't know, you're not too sure for yourself either. All you know is Lisa has her gun in her hidden hand and a devious smile on her face. You can tell she's angry from the tone of her voice, yet it still sounds cool and calm. Lisa has her prey in the palm of her hand, and if the prey is you or the lady, you can't tell.

"I can tell because," Lisa is close to her now, but instead of attacking she finishes her story. "That meeting, the one you were at, was set up for an alliance, to give the Jungs access to our assassination teams. He knows he can't give a good attack, so he came running to us for help. Of course, nobody in that idiotic gang can come up with a good plan, although I'll give you props for this seemingly ok one. Now, Y/N, turn around and cover your ears."

Lisa points her gun directly at the woman's forehead before twisting her head to look at you. At the blatant fear paralyzing your body, she softens her tone, eyes sinking back into the pools of love that they used to be, betrayal fading away. "Baby, please. Trust me."

You stay looking for a moment longer at her, and how the woman's eyes flit back and forth between the two of you before widening at the realization of who you are. You turn then, missing the desperate turn she makes in an attempt to salvage any possibility of staying alive that she had.

Had Lisa captured her for just attacking a plaything, she would stay alive to be interrogated, and she would find a chance to escape. But she had seen that look before, the one Lisa had given you, on other very powerful mafia leaders. You were the reason she would die today because Lisa would never let anyone hurt you.

You turn around, eyes shut closed tightly and hands clamping down over your ears. The bang of the gun is still loud like you don't even have your hands over your ears, and you flinch, shoulders curling in. The second bang takes you further by surprise and a gasp leaves your lips, but then the shots continue. You lose count after ten. But somewhere around there your gasps turn into small screams. A much louder scream leaves you when arms are wrapped around you, or it may be because you know exactly whose arms they are, and it can't be the lady who broke into your home.

You flinch forward, attempting to get away from the arms but Lisa walks in front of you so that she can instead hold you against her, your most touching her collarbone so she feels your shaking breaths.

"Please don't." You plead with her without recognizing, the words spilling like blood from the wounds on the woman behind you. "Please don't hurt me. I'll be so good, I promise."

"Shh hey," Lisa shushes you quickly, pulling back slightly to look you over, her eyes only showing love and concern now that she understood. "You are good, you've always been good. I'm so sorry I scared you, baby. I never wanted that to happen. Let's just go inside, your cuts must be hurting."

You nod and go to turn around but she pulls you back. Murming a soft 'Close your eyes' she picks you up bridal style. After some steps and shifting, the front door to the apartment closes behind the both of you. You risk opening your eyes and are met with the bloody footprints your lover leaves.

You close your eyes again.

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Mafia!Blackpink Reaction to meeting you for the first time

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Requested: No

Word count: 4,043

Warnings: mentions of death + kidnapping, alcohol consumption.

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Jisoo

When Jisoo was first recruited to a mafia within her local area, she had little to no experience with anything violent and dangerous. But frustrating days quickly transcended into boring months as she quickly adorned the skills of a respectable member.

She still holds her notebook dearly from her first few days- a rule book she had written for herself and now keeps sacred from the image of her clan.

Neatly written diary entries and highlighted rules she frequently updated filled the browning paper. This book was her safe haven, and if required, she certainly could recite the rules like it was her favourite song. She found comfort in the book that allows a rejoice of what she has done for herself and her loyal followers now that she's grown to become far more than she could’ve ever dreamed of. She used this book- her expectations, her guidelines, her orders to climb the ranks, following even the harshest of suggestions through thick and thin times.

But with a new position in the hierarchy of the Mafia comes even more rules to follow. Especially when you're as infamous as she has built herself up to become.

Every day, she flicks through the odd ruffled pages, just reading over her memories of her past position, her past self. But despite all that's happened since then, she always goes back to the first rule she's ever noted down.

"Those who follow their emotions over logic shall fall weak"

It all just seems ironic now, considering the suffocating beating of her heart. It rings in her ears like a thousand guns as her eyes follow you around the restaurant.

You were working hard with rushed yet smooth movements. You dashed around like you could do this job with your eyes shut, and it was rather impressive to watch such dedication and seriousness that frequently occupied your pretty little face.

Jisoo caught herself staring more times than not. Her open laptop with emails and tabs of unknown contents fell forgotten with her solemn situation.

It felt like all eternity until you arrived at her table, requesting her order. Jisoo had completely forgotten to even look at the menu, causing herself to auditably curse under her breath.

"Surprise me," Jisoos words had seemed to surprise herself as she blinked at her words. Jisoos always hated surprises, hence her rule book. She's always has a prepared plan of action, whether that be a meeting, a drug deal, or even something as simple as the lunch she was supposed to have picked out. She just broke her chain of self obedience, and she feared what else she'd do now that you're talking to her.

"Okay, and any drinks before I leave?"

Jisoo, once again, just responded with the same "surprise me" like she had the last time you asked her. You hummed, noted down a quick scribble before navigating your way to the kitchen.

It had taken all of ten minutes for you to re-emerge with her specific plate of food, steam dancing deliciously in the faltering air- your other hand occupied with a fancy glassed drink.

You placed the food and drink down in front of her, observing her expression as she blinked, hiding a small smile.

"I decided on the sweet chilli chicken stir fry and a glass of white wine. Is this okay, ma'am?"

Jisoo nodded, mouth opening as she replied, "Yes, this is indeed alright. Thank you, Miss?"

"Miss Y/n," you grinned, causing the latter's heart to jump unexpectedly. Additionally, Jisoo had unknowingly let out a suffocating breath she was holding back.

Miss.

So you aren't married, that's another bonus point to you, although the food had basically won for you as she couldn't wait to dive into the welcoming bed of rise, an ocean of flavours waiting patiently on top too.

The wine? She doesn't normally drink wine due to the drowsiness she picks up soon after consuming the alcohol, but it is a good match nonetheless.

"Thank you, Miss Y/n"

"No problem, Ma'am. If you need me, just call me over, and I'll be happy to help"

Jisoo watched with yearning eyes, swallowing thickly as she knows you'll be on her mind all day. Maybe she'll flag you down later for dessert, anything to squeeze in an extra conversation.

She'll be sure to visit tomorrow anyway.

Jennie

Jennie had gotten into the mafia through sheer skill. She had previously graduated from a Police Academy with some of the most impressive results, allowing her the many skills a Mafia member should possess.

But despite the abilities the course had provided her with, she still looks down upon younger Jennies' dreams and aspirations. Jennie used to actually want to be a police officer. She only ever dreamed of stopping all thug crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. She wanted to bask in the fame and reap the luxury rewards that came with the title of "hero."

However, the dream was impossible to begin with. To accomplish so much in a single lifetime isn't achievable. They say never say never- but there really was a never for her old, silly ways.

And now, Jennie knows she can power and authority through leading a Mafia. This way, she could be the cause of all things crime, all drunken acts of violence, all murder cases. And she knows she can bask in the infamous titles and reap all the luxury rewards that came with the titles "Physco Woman" and "Ungodly villain"

But even the most ruling of all need quick refill breaks, and so Jennie found herself on a quick Pitstone at a convenience store at half two in the morning. She had been working on the next robbery when her stomach growled in protest, so she left with a wad of cash, prepared to satisfy the monstrous pit that residents her insides.

Though, Jennie couldn't seem to catch a break as she walked upto the till, arms stuffed with unhealthy snacks and a few water bottles for she had seen something far more enticing, something that made her far more hungry.

You.

You seemed so nonchalant at the time of day, so nonchalant of the infamous woman infant of you, so nonchalant of your entire existence. You are calm and collected- something Jennie wishes to be.

"Hello," Jennie had spoken formally, carefully dumping all her desired purchases on the conveyor belt as it slowly pushed her snacks along.

However, as you looked up from your phone and your eyes locked with Jennies, she could've sworn her heart had skipped a beat or two at just the connection she felt within the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"Hey," you simply responded, slipping your phone into your pocket as you stepped forward to transact her purchases after scanning the bar codes of each thing.

"I'm going to need ID for this," you spoke, looking up at the face of Jennie as a black mask covered her lips, chin, and the tip of her nose.

"Ah, sure thing," Jennie opened her bag, scavenging through it until she pulls out her ID. Her fingers pull the rough fabric of her mask down and your eyes seem to glimmer for a moment- it's almost like you know who she is and almost don't hate her like 99% of her population does.

"Thank you, Miss Kim," you smiled, letting a small huff bypass through your nose.

"Just call me Jennie." You nod, beeping every last product until they lay limp on the other side of you. You let her pay using her card, tapping your foot in a steady rhythm as you yawn.

"Tired?" Jennie smiles, glancing up at you as she takes her card back, grabbing a bag she brought with her as she begins to stuff it.

"Apparently so." You laughed lightly, but it was still enough to have Jennie blush lightly.

"When does your shift end?"

"Uhh-" you trail off to look at the time, your lips straightening into a straight line at the sight "another hour, give or take"

"Why don't you close early? It's not like you're going to get many more customers than me, and I've probably brought more than they would've done anyway." It was true. She paid a little over a hundred, almost quadruple the amount you'd get at this hour of the day.

"Tempting, but I'd still be putting my job on the line"

Jennie raised an eyebrow to this. "Well, I'll pay you to close up early. You look like you need sleep, badly. No offence"

"None taken, but why do you care so much?"

That's the exact question she's asking herself right now. It's beginning to mentally drain her, too. She's not even sure she'll have an appetite by the time she gets back to her office, let alone be awake enough.

"I don't know yet, but when I do, you'll be the first to know"

"A second date?'

"A second date"

Rosé

Having been born and raised an orphan wasn't the easiest way of living. Rosé was always on edge, having the place ransacked every other week by the growing Mafia in her area.

All the food, drink and sources of any entertainment and value were to have been stolen away from their tight community. So, it was almost a surprise when they decided to take a child, more specifically Rosé.

The eight year old child was missing up until recently, where she claimed her own throne as the disheartened Mafia leader. It didn't take a genius to figure out how she took control, the news had spread like wildfire amongst the mostly derelict town- how she shot her commander in between the eyes to make her point of power evident.

But even now, with all the power she holds and all the torture the Mafia has put her through- she still feels trauma from her past.

She neglects the idea of following in her kidnappers footsteps, holding innocent, weak people at gunpoint to take a defenceless child. But it's never stopped her from visiting her home every now and then.

So, when Rosé returned home to see all her old friends again for the nth time this month- she was shocked to find someone like yourself in the area.

You're not an orphan, nor are you a worker of any sort. You're a new face to the building, a face everyone seemed to know and love within the short amount of time you've been within their welcoming company.

There was something in the way you sat on the pitiful floorboards- branded in blood, paints, and sauces- as you laughed with the children. You had splattered your personality to them, extending great amounts of energy Rosè found herself to no longer have as they'd one by one hit you with their best motives.

Rosè would watch as you moved around the kitchen, helping to stir and garnish the preparing foods as it bubbled deliciously in the rusted pots.

And when Rosé talked to her parents about the mystery visitor, she found out you were a frequent visitor that always brings gifts whenever you can manage. Whether that be a new set of train tracks for the children, or a decent supply of fresh fruits, vegetables and meats from the store, or even the newest newspapers for the elder bunch to read- Rosé all found it admirable.

So much so, in fact, that she has never been so drawn to someone by their ability to be so involved in others' lives for the better. It's always been the opposite- but seeing you is like taking a deep breath of fresh air, and the feeling was absolutely adorned.

Her dark eyes follow you around the dull halls and rooms, observing you as you spread positivity through your mannerism. The day had passed quickly when Rosè finally looked at her phone, seeing the time as almost nine at night when she began to pick up her belongings, bidding farewell to the people around.

However, she couldn't seem to leave- not without peeking one final glance at the girl who quipped her interest to begin with.

Footsteps fell upon what Rosé assumed to be deaf ears as she waltzed towards the kids section of the building. And what she saw made her coo.

You were sitting at the furthest wall of the room, all the children surrounding you in their respective beds as you read them a bedtime story. Your voice was loud enough for every child to hear, but quiet enough not to wake any of the already slumbering ones.

Your voice was soft, so soft that Rosé almost felt herself growing vulnerable within your vicinity. And then the story ended.

She's not quite sure when she stopped listening, somewhere between the first and second line, perhaps, when she all but zoned in on her thoughts and her sight of you.

But when you spoke out, clearly not reading a book anymore, Rosé had almost internally panicked. "I don't believe we've become acquainted yet"

Rosè dragged herself out of her lingering thoughts, bringing up the words to reply as she opened her mouth and spoke in almost a whisper, "I don't think so either"

She watched in silence as you tried your hardest not to make a sound when you raised to your feet, placing the book on a crooked bedside table before walking to the door she was standing at.

Her heart began to beat faster as you approached, your hair gently dragging in the air with every bounce of your step and how your legs stretched one after the other in a flawless sneak. You looked beautiful.

Once you exited the room, you gently closed the door and turned to Rosé with a soft smile. "I'm Y/n, and you are?"

"Rosé, but you can call me Park Chaeyoung"

Lisa

When Lisa was first new to town, she sought out a break from unpacking her belongings into her new house. And it had led her to a local bar that wasn't so local.

Upon entry, she was glared at, spat at by the surrounding men and women in half sophisticated- half casual attire. It hadn't taken long, however, for someone to come out from the back and drag her into a more private discussion.

Not much more information is needed to know the outcome and how Lisa had involuntarily walked into a Mafia bar. But ever since, Lisa has been playing a rigged game of snakes and ladders as she was deemed the bias from the higher ranking bosses.

It hadn't even taken two years for Lisa to have reached the top, by force or charismatic authority no one knows. But no one dared to ask the big boss in case they'd have their brain blown out on the spot.

Lisa had grown a cold facade within her time under the Mafias wing, finding it easier to advance through emotionless conversations than joking around.

Not too long after she was elected to take control, she found herself within that same bar again- the bar she now owns and forgets about most of the time.

She walked in with her shoes scuffing the floor, ears twitching at the sound of knives and forks scraping against ceramic plates, chairs scratching the floor, and the distinct chatter of the people all around. The place was poorly lit with its 25 watt light bulbs hung loosely on the ceiling.

Defeatedly, Lisa had brought herself to a torn barstool, where the lime cushion on top was ripped with fluff prodding out of its cover. It wasn't comfortable, but neither was it uncomfortable.

Much like her first visit here, she found herself just as tired and unaware of her surroundings that she hadn't even noticed the stranger she sat beside.

The bartender gave her an odd look, one eyebrow raised above the other as his eyes burned holes straight through her. He knew of your presence, unlike Lisa, and subtly indicated to you with his eyes… but Lisa failed to pick up on it due to her drowsy state of mind.

However, when your voice reached her gone sensitive ears, Lisa looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows and a flattened glint in her eyes. Despite her stale expression, though, Lisa couldn't help the sudden and unexpected heat that rushed to her strictly pale cheeks.

She took note of this reaction on her behalf.

"Who are you?" Lisa grumbled, body half flung on the countertop, sticky circles line the surface from the residue of beer and whisky glasses.

You hummed, turning to face the other woman with an apparent sheepish smile, looking bashful while clearly in discomfort. "I'm lost," you unknowingly replied, sighing once you realised what you had just said to the attractive woman you're now talking to.

"That's an… unusual name." Lisa's eyebrows furrowed deeper as your eyes widened and your hands flung up almost defensively.

"That- That's not my name. I didn't mean it like that." You breathe out a heavy gust of carbon dioxide, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose lightly. "I'm Y/n, and I believe I'm lost. I think I walked into a cultist bar or something? I'm really not sure where I am right now"

"Oh…" Lisa breathed out, straightening her back with a grin "Well, I can tell you my bar certainly isn't a cultist bar" she shook her head as you gulped at the mention of it being her bar "it's more like a hub for my subordinates and associates"

"Subordinates? Associates?"

"Lower ranking Mafia members"

"Mafia?"

"Jeez," Lisa paused, flagging down the bartender who pretended not to earwig on your conversation. "Do you ever stop asking questions?"

"Sorry…" you almost whimpered, watching as she ordered herself two drinks.

There was a shameful silence between you two before both shot glasses were placed in front of her, each sparking under the ever dim lighting. "Here," Lisa spoke, moving a glass in front of you.

"You sure?"

"Hush, just drink you inquisitive outsider," Lisa groaned, swallowing her drink in one harsh gulp, pulling a twisted face after as her eyelids squeezed shut.

You followed suit, not wanting to be on bad terms with the powerful woman you've just met.

"I'm Lisa"

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Y/N Slander. Pt 2.

Alpha Mafia Jungkook x Y/N 😈☠

Chapter 1~

You wake up just like any other day, another day of not wanting to deal with anyone's shit 😒 Another day of being single, wishing you weren't cursed to be an Omega. (I have no idea how the omegaverse works💀) You go to the mirror, your blue orbs looking back at you as you put your hair in a messy bun. You never cared to put products in it, you weren't like other girls. You didn't even wear makeup. Today was the day of the ceremony. You were to be paired with a mate today... You put on an oversized hoody one of the boys gave you and walk out your house.

~(time skip)~

You arrive to the ceremony, and immediately roll your baby blue eyes... Your gaze lands on Lisa who is giggling with Jisoo. "Look at Y/N!", Lisa giggles. "She's such a pick me omg, she could never be as preppy as us.." Jisoo gossips. "She's such a toy.." Lisa says and smirks. Your eyes glow red making them stop laughing and start pissing on the wall in fear. "IM NOT YOUR TOY!" Y/N exclaims, your fangs growing and horns coming out. You'd show them... Then suddenly you hear.. "Not...your t-o-o-y-y...~" coming from behind you. You turn to see none other than Alpha Jungkook! Your eyes turn pink cuz you're in love. You tuck you messy hair behind your ear and suddenly feel so smol and petite. "J-j-j-j-j-j-j-jung..k--kookie~ I mean! Kook~" you stutter and blush in embarrassment. He gently tilts your chin up, his handsome face being met by your lightskin stare. Lisa and Jisoo go up to and giggle. You roll you eyes and flick them with your tail, sending them to France where they were doomed to becoming the rats from ratatouille. You look back at Jungkook who smirks. But then you remember ...you're just an omega... But he doesn't have to know yet... "I want you to be my wife...y/n..." Jungkook says and looks down at your 2'1 frame. The whole ceremony gasps and looks at you two. "I-i-i-i-i..." You stutter... "shhhhhhhhh... Just say yes..." Jungkook whispers and presses a light kiss on your lips. "I... I can't..." y/n whispers. "I don't think you understand...Y/N.... You don't have a choice..."

To be continued...

[missbangtangirl]

So I first want to start off with this I really honestly didn’t think I had to have said this but I guess I’m gonna have to we’re getting too damn old for me to speak on this now we know this day was gonna happen and do you honestly wholeheartedly you were going to actually date Kim Taehyung raise your hand stop being delusional, regardless if he dates Jennie from black pink, or another idol or someone that’s not famous, it was never going to be you stop with the delusions, especially with the ships with the other members of BTS no matter if your baby army or adult army grow up and if you feel like you need to leave the Fandom., then go ahead I think we need another cleanse the sides maybe I’ll be able to get a ticket for 2025 but the fact that y’all are acting disrespectful calling Taehyung a liar or being pissed at Jennie isn’t gonna do anything regardless, if they make it confirmed, official or unconfirmed her unofficial, you know Taehyung is a private type of guy, especially when it comes to his family and his love ones the fact that y’all are acting like this is disgusting. You love this man right you would want to see him happy regardless, if it’s with you or not and y’all are acting like children worse than children it was never going to be you understand that the diluted shippers can leave let him be happy. Let all the other members be happy regardless, if it’s confirmed or not, I said the same thing around this time last year regardless if Taehyung and Jennie are dating or not, or if he dates in the future, I will support him and I will always be happy for him and all the other members they deserve to have someone special in their lives. We need to start having boundaries as fans they don’t need to confirm that they’re dating. We should just be happy in general and if you cannot be happy and you wanna be disrespectful leave we definitely need a cleanse. Maybe the next time one of the members goes live to see a change in us

🤦🏾‍♀️

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, kidnapping, torture

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CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k)

The room was dark as tension lingered in the air of the bedroom. The events of the previous night were swirling around his head, as Yukhei sat on the end of the bed. He was proud to say that they were making an indent on Neozone’s allies, as well as the group itself but the lingering thoughts of how long this could take started to roam his head.

But what was he worried about? He held so much of the world in the palm of his hand that he didn’t need to worry about the idea of defeating Neozone to take over the Korean systems. But still, those worries tend to fill his mind more often than he’d like to admit.

He ran his hands through his hair as he let out a silent sigh. He wanted to go for a walk, the way he used to in the streets of Sha Tin, China. Just to think and plan as he goes. Even though he has a proper full plan set out already in motion, he needs to prepare for the future once they conquer Korea.

The ruffling of the blanket pulled his attention to the member that shared a bed with him. Yifan’s tired eyes blankly stared at the wide-awake member before he stretched out and sat up. His hair was a mess as he draped an arm over Yukhei’s shoulder.

“What’s got you up?” He muttered, his deep voice husky and low like a rumble. He threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he placed a kiss on the younger's shoulder.

With all of the thoughts running through his head, some time with Yifan was what he needed. As his eyes closed, his head fell gently against the olders. He didn’t want to admit that he was more stressed than usual, but he couldn’t tell a lie to him.

“I have to be honest and admit that I’m a little bit stressed about the overall situation with Neozone.” Yifan looked at the younger one with the smallest frown. He tangled his fingers in Yukhei’s hair as a way to try to relax the younger.

“Why are you stressed? You’ve had this plan for months, and it’s going perfectly.” He hummed, trying to read the brunette’s expression.

“It’s honestly just a worry that they could possibly be stronger than us. But then again, there isn’t anyone who has overpowered us, so why am I worrying?”

The tone in his voice sounded more of a plea than he wanted it to sound. The expression of Yifan’s face softened in a slight worry before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He rested a hand against Yukhei’s cheek and ran his thumb against the younger's bottom lip.

“I understand your worry, I do. But I think rest should help ease your mind.”

Pulling the younger back down into bed, he linked his fingers together with Yukhei’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before turning the younger's face to look at him. It was read all over Yukhei’s face that something more was troubling him, but Yifan knew not to press him about it.

He softly pressed a kiss to his lips before he got comfortable once again next to the younger. Yukhei buried his face into Yifan’s hair, taking in his scent and pulled him close. Maybe the comfort of Yifan really was all he needed.

~~

Panic arose in Ten’s chest as he pressed his back against the wall of the moving van. His mind was racing as he looked at Eunwoo. It must have been read on his face, when Eunwoo held up his hands.

“Relax. You’re fine.” The soft voice commented. Ten’s entire being was frozen in one position. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to talk. He only ever saw this in TV shows, but now he was in the midst of a kidnapping. He was getting kidnapped.

“You got him?” A higher pitched male voice shouted from the front of the van.

“We got him!”

The girl took off her mask and ran her hand through her hair. Ten’s eyes couldn’t help but scan every single being in the van, so he could be able to go to the police about being kidnapped if and whenever he was able to escape.

The girl had beautiful brown eyes with dark eyeliner as she eyed him. She held what looked like a knife in her hand, clean and closed.

“Panic too much, and bad things could happen to you.”

Ten swallowed dryly as he closed his eyes. He told himself that if he kept his eyes closed for a little, and opened them, he wouldn’t be in the middle of a moving van with three of his kidnappers. That simply didn’t work.

Eunwoo threw off his tie and put the briefcase in a bag before shoving it to the side. He looked at Ten in the eyes, feeling his stress and fear. He gave a soft hum before he shuffled forward. Ten, in self defence, pulled his body closer to himself as he tried to swing a fist at Eunwoo.

With ease, Eunwoo grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes.

“Ten, seriously. Relax. I know you're scared, and I know you’re stressed out over everything, but it will all be explained once we get there. Trust me.” His calming voice actually made an impact on the smaller members’ mindset.

Ten never realized, but his hands were shaking. His mind continued to race with options he could do as soon as the door would open again. But reviewing the state of each member in the van, many of his options were narrowed down to only a selective few.

As the group sat in silence on the ride to wherever the hell they were going, Ten made a mental note in his mind to make a Will as soon as he got out of the situation. Make a will, tell his mother he loves her, and visit his sisters.

But as the van was put to a harsh stop, he quickly realized that there was a chance he might never get to do any of that again.

“We’re here.”

The door slid open as the girl jumped out of the van. Everything was moving so fast that Ten didn’t even get to attempt an escape. He looked at Eunwoo with pure fear circulating through his blood system. Eunwoo’s soft eyes only put Ten a little more at ease.

As they walked further into what seemed like a parking garage, Ten hit an understanding. None of the members that surrounded him seemed like they wanted to harm him. None of them, except the woman, had weapons. Not even Eunwoo, who at this point, he trusted the most. Overall, the man did help him get out of further interrogation.

The tallest out of the bunch pulled off his mask and pushed open one of the doors. He gestured for the group to go in, when Eunwoo insisted that Ten go in first.

Inside the room was pure amazement. The infrastructure was absolutely stunning. Statues stood tall in all 4 corners of the room as it was lavished with purple, red and gold fabrics. In the center of the room was a throne type chair. Spikes coming from every side.

Once she made eye contact with Ten, she smiled. By first glance she seemed like a true sweetheart. Her eyes told you love stories, but the spiked rings on her fingers told you stories of misery. Her entire body decked out in spikes and leather.

Lisa Manobal. Though she looked as if she was harmless, you give her the wrong look, and you’ll be dead to her in seconds. Of course, Ten didn’t know this of such a beautiful woman.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” She said, her voice soft and humble like. Eunwoo bowed his head to her as Ten mimicked the taller.

“He’s here with no injuries whatsoever. Like you ordered, ma’am.” She gave him a gentle smile before she made eye contact with Ten. Not only did her eyes send butterflies through his throat, but her posture also made him feel weak beneath her. Just by looking at the room around her, and how she was treated by the others, it was as if she was royalty.

Ten gave a nervous smile, unsure of who she really was and what he was doing in such a decked-out room.

“I doubt they explained anything to you,” She walked over to him before shooting a glare towards Eunwoo. He shuffled off with the other two in the room. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Manobal. I believe your friend's name is Taemin?”

The familiarity of the name shot mixed signals throughout his core. From being worried to being relieved, he was just glad to hear his name from someone who seemed to be in the same department as Taemin.

“You know him?”

“He asked me to bring you here-“

“where is he?” Ten stated, before letting her finish. The raised eyebrow as she looked at him, showed him that she wasn’t used to being interrupted.

“He’s in the back room waiting for you, go ahead. I bet you’ve had a stressful day.” Ten ever so slightly rolled his eyes to her words. Was he having a stressful day?

Lisa was genuinely entertained by Ten’s reactions to her simplistic words. She would have to agree that he in fact was someone she would want to have a full-on conversation with, once war wasn’t amidst them and their connections.

Swinging the door open, Taemin jumped to his feet. He made eye contact with the one he asked for help. Ten’s eyes were scared but his facial expression told otherwise. That was one of the things he connected with Taeyong. Both men were good at hiding their concerns behind their faces.

“Ten…”

The younger member rushed over to Taemin and hugged him as tight as he was allowed to. Knowing that Taemin was safe and being in Taemin’s embrace almost made him crack under the pressure. Taemin’s arms around him felt comforting as his entire day was one hectic incident after the other.

But as his mind registered what was going on, he pushed Taemin back, with tears seen in his eyes.

“You have to tell me what the hell is going on Taemin. No stalling. No lying. Tell me everything.”

He could see in Taemin’s expression that it wasn’t going to be something good. He could tell he was in for the ride of his life, learning about what Taemin was involved in. But damn it, he deserved to know after today.

~~

The stress of learning about Johnny’s whereabouts forced Taeyong to pace back and forth on the open floor plan of the warehouse. Seen in his eyes, he was very unhappy with the results of the fight of the previous night. Rage emitted from him as he muttered nonsense to himself, creating his own plan in his mind.

The Dreamies sat around a table, watching their leader pace back and forth. They could only imagine the level or anger he harbours inside. Jisung felt especially guilty to be in the same room as Taeyong. He believed that the leader was upset over the missing files, not just the whole shebang that occurred.

Mark sat on the edge of the table top, fiddling with Jaemin’s brass knuckles, while Jaemin himself sat next to him. They sat in their own comfortable silence, while the other Dreamies discussed among themselves about their own defences around the building.

“What do you think is on his mind?” Jaemin questioned, watching as Taeyong ran his hands through his already messy red hair.

“I’m not quite sure, but I can tell that it’s not something good.”

“It’s probably about last night to be honest… We’re all too shaken up about it to even talk about it with each other…” Mark looked to the younger member before he threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Relax Jae, things will be okay. We’ll be okay, isn’t that right boys?” Mark announced a tad bit louder for the rest of the boys to hear.

“Huh?”

The attention of the boys was now put on Mark and Jaemin.

“We’re all going to be okay.”

His eyes met with Sehun’s. The older member gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, but he knew that Sehun could keep things under control with the Dreamies if things went south.

“We’ll be fine.” Sehun announced, giving a smile to the younger boys.

Jisung gave a look to his hyung that made Sehun feel sorry for him. Though he was the youngest member of the Dreamies, he still had a lot of things to learn. Being put in charge of the files was an easy job when he joined the gang, but now after this, he began to wonder if Jisung regretted joining at all.

Standing, he joined beside Jisung and put an arm around him.

“Hyung, what if he’s even more upset about the files than I think he is…?”

“No, I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind at the moment. I think the entire issue with the fight and Johnny’s disappearance is what’s on his mind. I think you’ll be okay.” Sehun vowed. Hearing those words, Jisung was set to ease. Sehun had that effect on the Dreamies. He was able to calm them down easily, some thought he was good with teenagers while others said he was still in the mindset of a teenager.

But everything was disrupted when a door slam caught every single member's attention. All Dreamie members got to their feet and readied their fists for a brawl.

“Relax everyone, it’s Jaehyun.” Taeyong announced, holding up his hand in defence. Almost instantly, all boys sat back down with ease. The prior night really startled them to a point where any sound could set them off in fight mode.

“Reports?”

“Baekhyun is back with his crew. But I have to be honest, that place is an utter mess. Lotto City used to be a place for communications, but now it’s a place for fighting.” Jaehyun stated, exhaustion seen all over his face.

Taeyong patted his arm before clapping.

“I need everyone here right now. A meeting is called!” He announced, his voice booming through the warehouse.

As each member joined the center of the warehouse, around Taeyong, a low murmur was heard. Every member wanted to take part in revenge. Every member wanted to help take down the rivals, and every member worried about each other.

Taeyong’s eyes scanned around the room before a dark frown covered over his face.

“Where’s Taemin?”

“He’s with Lisa and the cartel. He’s okay.” Doyoung announced amongst the crowd. At least some of his worries were set to ease, but he had a plan to set out to his gang.

“Jaehyun came back from Lotto City with an update.” The room became silent as directions were put on the second-hand leader, Jaehyun.

“Alright. The city is a mess. From cars flipped over, to shops with windows smashed in and good stolen. Baekhyun returned to EXOrdium, and they're currently working on their defences as well as cleaning up their territory. From what I saw, even if we are fighting our own battle, it’s a good idea to try and give as much help as they need.” A quiet murmur started up all over again.

“Why?” Yuta stated, not even giving it a second thought to his question.

“Yuta, they’ve helped up through a lot, we owe them this. If it were Neozone that got destroyed, they would be here helping us with the clean up as well.” Taeyong boomed. The silence settled over the gang once more to Taeyong’s words. He was right. With that strong of an alliance with EXOrdium, the group would do anything to protect them, so it was only fair that Neozone does the same back to them.

The group was completely silent. Taeyong saw the emotional distraught among all of his members and understood that the events of yesterday still lingered in their minds, fresh.

“Listen… I know that we’ve been through a hectic day yesterday. But with the rest from today we have to get back on our feet. We can’t let a simple robbery drown us. We have deeper issues to be facing, so lighten up and get your game on.” Taeyong started.

“Now, for starters we need to figure out a plan. It’s going to be stressful, but we need to find a way to get Johnny back home safe and sound. I want everyone on board with this and all hands-on deck.”

“Boss, isn’t he with the rivals?” Taeyong turned his attention to Yuta to answer Jaemin’s curiosity.

The two members shared a silent agreement before Yuta turned towards the Dreamie.

“Our rivals are known as Lumidome. China’s most dominant mafia gang, and as a matter of fact, the gang that is holding all of China in the palm of their hand.”

“So, to answer your question, Jaem, yes. He’s with the rivals. And with the information we have, we need to be ready to get our boy back. We all know he would do the exact same for any one of us.” Taeyong stated, looking around the room to his family.

“How are we going to do that though…?” Mark’s question left the entire group silent. Even Taeyong who was still struggling to come up with a plan.

“Well… First I think we need to stop and think about what we need to get done around here. Yeah, 127, you’ve been cleaning up the place, and thank you.”

The members from 127 nodded their heads, bandanas wrapped around their heads as some wore gloves.

“Dreamies. Our security is slacking. We need you to keep looking out all around the building. If that means only 2 per exit, then so be it.”

Sehun gave a small glance to Mark. The younger member looked to him but gave a firm nod.

“We can do that.”

“Anything for the family right?” Haechan said, bowing a dramatic 90 degrees before he shot Taeyong a smile. The red head gave him a look before he turned his attention back to Mark and Sehun.

“I trust the two of you to be able to get everything figured out as soon as this meeting is over.” His eyes scanned the faces of each member. “Like I said, there is no way I’m going to stay for someone slacking off right now. This place is our home, and we’ve been invaded. We need every single member to do their darndest to make sure this place stays safe.”

“The place is much less happy without Johnny, so how are we gonna get him back?” Chen spoke up, his arm wrapped around Chanyeol’s shoulder as he leaned into the younger for support.

Chen’s leg was bandaged the best it could. The bleeding stopped once they arrived back home, and Chanyeol did everything in his power to keep him from losing anymore.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get all the hands-on deck to get him home. This place is number one priority though. Johnny would even agree. Now, Jaehyun.” Taeyong paused, looking to the member who had a tired but determined face.

“I want you to contact them. If you can’t, try to contact someone who has closer relations to them. Get them to meet up in Lotto City in a month. The city should be cleaned up by then, and if they don’t show up?” Taeyong paused. Every single member smiled, knowing exactly what his next words were.

“We’ll pay them the usual Korean greeting.” Taeyong declared, his voice low as he smirked.

Every single member howled, cheered in the idea of getting their own revenge on the ones who walked into their territory.

~~

The blurred vision slowly started to become clearer as Johnny was waking up. His entire body was stiff and sore. He felt as if his gut was being torn apart and his face felt swollen. With a quiet groan, he sat himself up.

He was still in the harbour, for the smell of water and seaweed filled his nose. But once he got a better look at what was around him, the realization of where he had struck him like lightning. Large metal bars circled him, with chicken wire blocking any way for him to get out. Johnny was stuck in a cage.

A soft hum was heard from around him. He struggled to get up on his feet but slammed his head into the top of the cage. With an audible groan, he knelt back down. His head started to throb.

“Son of a bitch…”

“Good morning kitten.” A familiar voice echoed from behind. Johnny’s entire core filled with rage. His entire body ached because of that damn voice. That damn man. He looked back to see the white-haired boy, sitting on a chair.

His eyes looked empty as he looked back at Johnny. It felt as if his entire being was just evil. Dressed in all black, he leaned forward to get a better look at the one caged. His knee started to bounce, which drove Johnny up the wall. What he hated about this man, was that he looked so weak and little, but was able to beat him to a pulp with ease.

Though the other man seemed so much more relaxed than Johnny, he still seemed to be on edge. As if he wasn’t finished with Johnny before he passed out. His hands were wrapped in bandages, meaning that even though Johnny was on the receiving end, he still hurt the white-haired man.

“Your pretty face will need a lot of healing… I don’t think you’ll look the same as you did before.” He taunted, leaning back in the chair only to cross his arms over his chest. Johnny growled as his glare shot glass shards to the other.

“I hate you.”

“Ouch… You haven’t even met me.” He said, putting a hand on his chest as if his entire being was hurt due to Johnny’s harsh words.

“I hate you.” Johnny snarled. His hands formed to fists, as he imagined sending a fist full right against that pretty face of his. He wanted nothing more than to see him on the ground, bleeding. He wanted this man to be in his position.

He knew for a certain Taeyong wouldn’t be happy about this situation, so maybe the leader would take some convincing to let him do what he pleases to that pretty face of the white-haired.

“Calm your eyes kitten,” The man stood and wandered closer to the cage. “there’s no way you’ll be getting out of here.”

Johnny spat at him, aiming for his face. The man jumped back, avoiding the spit before he gave Johnny a disappointed look.

“I was going to go easy on you, but now…” the man cooed, starting to walk around the cage. “I don’t think I want you.”

“Whatever your boss plans to do to Neozone, won’t get done. My boys are so much more powerful than you think they are.” Johnny snapped, rage seeping out of each word from his mouth.

“Then how can you explain the fact that you’re here?” The man said, kneeling down once again to get a good look at Johnny.

The look in the other’s eyes told Johnny that no one had come for him. No one had tried. With the smallest feeling of despair, he threw his fist into the chicken wire.

The man before him stood.

“Now, I’ve got orders to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t get out or hurt yourself. You’ve got yourself a bucket, and food will be brought to you. But you’ll have me as your company.”

“I’d rather rot alone thanks.” Johnny spat back. Spending more time than needed with this man, made Johnny think that the world was beating him up for no reason.

The man looked carelessly into Johnny’s honey-filled eyes.

“And I’d rather not smell it, but here I am.” Johnny’s entire mood was encased with rage. What he’d do to get this man in his spot, sitting in a cage with pain everywhere on his body.

“Was the blond your leader?”

“Why would I tell you that? Just so you can report it back to your ‘family’?”

“I swear!!” Johnny stood, keeping low as not to hit his head again. “You think of my family as a toy you’ll get destroyed by every single member in one sitting.”

The white-haired man smiled, seeming fully interested in the rage Johnny held hidden.

“Relax, kitten.”

“I’m not your damn kitten.”

The man sat back down on the chair he originally was sat in. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back. His eyes bored into Johnny’s soul. The empty eyes that told you nothing but years of torment.

“What happened to you?” Johnny questioned, unsure he wanted the actual answer so soon. He didn’t even know the man.

The white-haired paused, before pulling his attention away from him. The silence that came from the man answered Johnny’s question without words. The man had a past, and now here he was. But hell, everyone who is part of the mafia here had a past. Even Johnny.

“What should I call you then, Kitten?” the man asked, pulling the attention away from the silenced answer.

Johnny just shook his head as he sat back down in the cage.

“Forget about it. Call me whatever the hell you want. As long as I get to call you bastard each time.”

A smirk appeared against the white-haired man’s lips.

“Bastard huh? Xiao Jun. That’s my name. But bastard sounds fine too.”

~~

The room had fallen into a silence. Ten was in shock. Everything Taemin unloaded on him was a lot to take in. But he understood who Taeyong really was now. He understood why he would see Taemin walking around late at night. He understood everything now. Even the kidnapping.

Taemin sat uncomfortably in the silence. He was scared, nervous. His hands shook as he waited for Ten to say something. Anything at this point. He was always scared about losing the people closest to him and the idea of losing Ten buried a hole in his heart.

Ten could feel the uneasiness from the older man. He knew he was sitting in silence, an utter silence that could cause anyone’s anxiety to curl in on itself. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers together.

Many thoughts filled his head. What to say to Taemin. What to do next. He was wrapped up deeply in this situation now, there was no way he would be able to get out. His entire life goal could be burned in an ashtray because of this.

“How would I get out of this?” Was all he could bring himself to say.

“I… I’m not quite sure. No one’s really left the gang before.”

Ten looked at Taemin. He could see the eyes of pure fear. That’s when his heart started to throb. He felt so guilty for those words. Standing, he accompanied his friend. He took his hand and sighed.

“Then, if you’re wrapped up in this, I’m going to be just as deep as you.” He stated, looking at Taemin in the eyes. There was a wave of emotions that hit over Taemin.

His core felt as if it shriveled up but got restored. He worried about Ten a lot. His biggest worry was his reaction about what life he leads during the night. But this wasn’t any of the outcomes he imagined in his mind.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll join. I don’t know what to do exactly, or how any of this works, but I… I want to join you. I want to be able to call you my friend without worrying that you might think other wi-“

“You are my friend! You’re my best friend.” Taemin interrupted. He gripped Ten’s hand and looked at him. “I wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship.”

Ten was taken aback. He’s never had a friend this devoted to being there for him before. Yes, his sisters were a different situation, a completely different situation, but he believed that Taemin was going to stick with him from the first moment he met him.

As he took a deep breath, Ten pulled Taemin into another hug.

“I don’t want you to join just because you're worried about my friendship with you. You could get hurt and I don’t want you hurt.” The older muttered, his mind racing with the worry of everything horrible happening to Ten.

“And what about your life?” He looked at the younger member beside him. “Your career… Your family…”

“I never really had a family that supported me as much as you do. And, if I can finish university, then I can become your group nurse.” Ten stated, a small giggle behind his lips.

“Well… I think overall, we’ll need to get you a conversation with Taeyong before anything gets settled, as.. long as you're sure about it.”

The two sat in a silence that wasn’t as intense or anxiety inducing as before. Taemin fully understood if Ten didn’t want to actually join. It was a tough job, but he knew that everyone looks out for everyone.

Ten knew what he was considering was dangerous. He knew that even though Taemin was his best friend, he was also a completely different person behind the screen. What he was considering joining was a gang. The mafia, Korean mafia. Was he really going to join the mafia?

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with Taemin. He gave a small nod and Taemin felt a wave of relief but also worry hit his stomach.

Pulling his phone out, he saw the time and gasped.

“We have to go. Taeyong gets worried if he doesn’t know where we are for too long.” Taemin stood, pulling Ten up as well.

“Wait, wait. Taemin, can I still try to have a normal life in the day?” He asked, not realizing a small sound of panic in his tone.

“Don’t worry. Things will be fine.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the building. They waved a goodbye to Lisa before getting into a car which Taemin drove.

“Why, did you bring me here instead of ‘Neozone’?” Ten questioned, putting his seatbelt on.

“Neozone was under attack the other day… So, I didn’t want to worry anybody with bringing in a new face.”

“But aren’t you doing that now?”

“Can you stop making sense?” Taemin chuckled weakly. He glanced at the younger before he started the drive straight to Neozone. 

[after-midnight-rp]

The following survivor has decided to step beyond the borders and go onto their new adventure

Blackpink's Jennie

is now free to be taken.

[kpopandmusicpassion]

"You know BTS?" Mark asked, suprised.

"Yes. I have class with all of them. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are the annoying 3 musketeers I told you about. Jin and I are partners in cooking class. Hoseok helps me in dance class. Technically Namjoon and I both have a free period and we go outside and talk or I usually listen to his rambling. And I always make copies of the notes for Yoongi since he's always asleep." Lainey explained.

"You know they're like us and the girls, right?" Jay B asked.

"Seriously? What am I? A Mafia magnet? I blame you, big brother. It's all your fault." She pouted at her older brother.

"Don't blame me! You're the one making friends with them!" Mark said. She rolled her eyes.

[lateseptemberdawn]

itzy fav girl group guess who best girl group album

[duskbornrp]

We are looking for Blackpink Jisoo

Duskborn KRP is an exciting 21+, semi-lit to lit, Mafia / Gang and rebellion based Roleplay, that allows members to immerse themselves in a world of deception, strategy, and intrigue. With Duskborn, you can step into the shoes of a mob boss or a cunning detective as you navigate through a Kingdom filled with crime and corruption. Maybe even be put in a position you never imagined to be after losing all in a night of gambling. Form alliances, make secret deals, deal illegal goods and outsmart your opponents that will keep you on the edge. Do you have what it takes to come out on top in the world of organized crime? What will you choose?

Mewe based 21 + and AU RP ' Semi-lit to lit Mafia/Gang, NSFW Mature & dark themed

Rules Lore Masterlist Races Apply AFF

[fanfiction4sooya]

Masterlist

Hi guys! Just a quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dom! Jennie x bimbo reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

No rush (Yeji x F!R)

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Dog hybrid yunjin claiming you

Just a quick lesson (Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

Sana x miyeon

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)

Forbidden dream (G!p Nayeon x Fem! Reader)

G!p jeongyeon making you cum

Momo x chubby Fem! Reader

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

Loser yujin giving you head (G!P)

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Joy + innocence kink

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Jessica Jung and F! R first time

Tiffany with younger gf

Somno w/ Tiffany on her birthday

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG:

Pillow princess Harvey

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip

VIVIZ: -

KISS OF LIFE:

Kitty cat (Hybrid Julie x F!Reader)

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Dom coded BoA

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

Soojin:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee: NOT TAKING REQUESTS

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Alpha Bada in rut

Bada + daddy kink

NoZe:

Making out with NoZe

Lee Jung:

Hard dom Lee Jung

[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . THE FIRST KISS

[ gif by @laalisas ]

✎ in which you share a kiss and fall deeper into her fairytail WARNINGS .ᐟ ⤷ Stockholm Syndrome, unhealthy relationships, accidental kisses (it's all consensual dw), mentions of the mafia, violence, & blood (nothing graphic)

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized in a romantic way for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of the said situation immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise.

[KIM JISOO]

[ gif by @laalisas ]

It had been two weeks since that day when you accepted the relationship with Jisoo. And for a whole week, everything was great! In fact, everything was still great and Jisoo showered you with love every chance she got, working hard to get you to love her as well. But over the course of the last seven days, she no longer got the chance to. You would tend to wake up pretty early in the morning as you loved seeing the sunrise, Jisoo would already be out of the house by that time, leaving a note about an important meeting. Sometimes you waited up to welcome her home but would fall asleep on the couch after the clock hit midnight. The only way you even knew she came home was that you woke up in your own bed with a note with a simple frowny face next to you.

And on the days she did come home? She'd storm upstairs into her office, the only room you were never allowed in. Some days, her fellow member and gang leader, Jennie, would also come with her, softly greeting you and sending you a smile before joining your girlfriend in the office, anxious murmurs coming through the doors late into the night. Two other members, Lisa and Rosé, also would join the other two often, but usually, those days were filled with heated arguments coming from the room. Loud thumps and slams coming from the room, sounds of the members hitting the floors or walls with anger. One time gunshots rang out, and from then on, you made all the members lock their guns into a safe before entering to office.

Jisoo made an effort to spend time with you, of course, but whenever she would sit with you while you read, she'd be typing away furiously at her laptop. Any words that may have been born into the air were shot down by her, demanding peace as she hacked away. Even the TV wasn't allowed to be on, and if it was, it had to be muted so she could focus.

If you were being completely honest, you were starting to feel lonely. After letting Jisoo into your heart you found out she truly was cold-hearted, yet she still cared for you. She had grown on you, despite her rude and pessimistic outlook. She'd care for you with that cold heart of hers, and warmth was rare, but you weren't expecting that. She loved and cared for you in her own way and that made you care for her the same. With that care you felt however, you had grown more and more curious about her job.

You knew she was in the mafia, it didn't take a genius to figure that out, she came home drenched in blood almost every day. You knew that she was a hacker, she had told you this after taking you, wanting to be honest with you. And, recently, due to her newly busy schedule, you found out that she was sort of the hacking leader, and one of the inner members with the other three girls that visited. And yet, you found yourself not caring, only wanting to find a way to help her relax, to show her your care for her even a little.

So when you had heard her let out a frustrated scream whilst in her office and you were about to start cooking, you came up with a brilliant plan. See, because Jisoo was so busy, she didn't get to eat with you, instead, she'd come downstairs and grab her portion of the food you made (after Jisoo found out your joy for cooking, she let Mi-Rae go) and would dash back to her study. It truly was the worst part about this, you had come to really enjoy sitting with her, whether it be over food or drinks.

It had started snowing yesterday, coating Seoul in the icy white powder, and with the large penthouse you lived in, the view was beautiful. You had made hot cocoa last night while waiting for Jisoo and you just watched the snowfall onto the lights of the city, it was truly a calming sight. So, with the idea of cozying up to Jisoo with some hot cocoa as the snow created a white halo on the world, you start making the warm drinks.

Jisoo doesn't look up as her door silently opens, but her annoyed groan lets you know that she knows you're there.

"Darling, I distinctly remember telling you not to come in here." Her voice is cold and the word 'Darling' sounds more like a scolding than a pet name.

"I- uh- I saw the snow and I just thought, maybe we could watch it together and maybe cuddle?" Your voice is shaky and timid as you speak, now second-guessing your actions. She lets out a harsh scoff at your offer while signing another paper and placing it on the completed pile.

"Watch the snow? Cuddle? My darling, take a look at the work I have to do. We can do those later when I'm not in the middle of helping Jennie negotiate a potential gang war." She proceeds to scribble her signature onto another paper, grabbing another as she places that one away.

Feeling a little bolder you step a little further into the darkroom, “I know you have a lot of work, but dear, you need a break, you've been working so hard, slaving away at the computers, a five-minute break won't hurt you. Come watch the snow with me, let your mind clear a bit.”

Another harsh laugh leaves her lips as she mocks you. “I’m busy. Stop bothering me and go watch the snow alone. That’s final.”

Your shoulders deflate but you nod silently before realizing she’s not even looking at you. You still walk forward until you're standing next to her at her desk and place the cup of cocoa next to her. She presses a light kiss on your arm next to her head in thanks and you smile knowing that even though she was harsh, she still loved you just the same. However, you assume she thought you had moved away after you pulled your hand back, but you had wanted to give her a hug instead, leaning down as she turned to stand up. Your lips press together in an awkward smush, noses clashing and eyes widening as you both realize the kiss currently happening.

Jisoo pulls away after a flash of a second, her eyes widening in panic as she grows afraid. Sure, the two of you had grown much more affectionate in the past couple of weeks, hugs being shared here and there, and even on very special occasions, kisses on the cheek. Before Jisoo can worry even more about overstepping your boundaries, you grab her by the back of her neck and pull her in for a real kiss this time. She freezes for a moment, but that hesitance leaves her in a flash.

Her arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, her lips devouring your own as though she was a woman starved. Her lips discover your own with fervent enthusiasm, her hands a vice grip on your waist, pulling you flush to her. You also find yourself falling into the viper hold her kisses held before a fantastic idea crossed your mind.

You allowed yourself to indulge in the poisonous aphrodisia until the two of you pulled away for air. A coy smirk formed on your lips, and you escaped her arms to run so that the desk was in-between the both of you. Jisoo is snapped out of the daze the kisses had put her in, and she looks panicked before seeing your smug look and hearing the words coming from your mouth.

"I'll give you more kisses if you agree to take a break with me."

She rolled her eyes, "Five minutes."

"Make that ten and you can have those kisses."

She grumbled a little under her breath before stepping up into your space, her lips ghosting over yours once again. "Very well, Darling. I'll let you have this small victory."

Your eyes flutter closed at her sensual tone and as soon as she finished her sentence, her lips once again crash onto yours. It's only moments before you're pulling away, a teasing smile on your face as you waltz out of the room with your mug of cocoa.

"Don't forget to grab your cocoa! I worked very hard on it!" You sang over your shoulder.

"Yes Dear, I'm sure it was very difficult to pour the powder into the hot milk." She scoffed but grabbed her drink anyway and followed you out the door, a fond smile ghosting her lips.

[KIM JENNIE]

[ gif by @laalisas ]

Jennie is a sweetheart. That much is undeniable. When she’ll take care of you when you’re in a bad mood by bringing you loads of your favorite foods, doing all your favorite activities with you, even if she hates how ‘cute’ you think the main girl in your favored tv series is. She’ll drive hours to bring you a piece of your hometown when you are feeling homesick; food or maybe flowers from your favorite shop growing up, Mrs. Jang’s special black bean noodles that never taste like other places. She’ll ensure you’re happy and cozy, And for as cozy and content you were...you weren't happy. Jennie was sweet, that was true, but now that you said yes to having a relationship, it felt like she was simply trying to buy you into loving her. It didn't feel right.

Now you loved that she tried to bring you pieces of your home, you really did, but that wasn't all she bought. I mean, that was really only a small portion of what she bought. The newest makeup line from all the luxury brands that she could find, they laid on your vanity and took up all the space in the drawers, there's an entire room in the apartment, filled with everything that couldn't fit, and besides the products you use in your daily routine, (and a couple you just found really pretty and wanted to try) they were all unopened. It made you feel quite guilty just having them, yet Jennie ignores your protests always.

You had needed to get a new wardrobe, given how she had essentially kidnapped you, and you had pointed out three outfits from a magazine ad. Three. The next day she brought in the entire line for that season and the unreleased next two. And from there, she kept buying and buying and buying. And while you did enjoy getting new clothes, a luxury you didn't have often before meeting her, it was quite overwhelming to suddenly have more clothes than the biggest department store.

It was all very sweet, in theory. But you no longer felt like she cared about actually winning your affections, only buying them. She'd spend all day at work, possibly getting hurt, and she'd never even tell you. There would be days when you'd only see her for maybe ten minutes. But when you did see her, even for ten minutes, she's gifting you thousands, if not millions, of dollars in clothes, makeup, jewelry, food, etc. Just seeing the amount of money she spent on you, hoping to make you love her, made you feel sick to your stomach.

It was another night like this, Jennie was out working, and you had fallen asleep somewhere after midnight, worry taking you out. It wasn't like you had a phone to call her or even text her, you were just left worrying for her. Falling asleep was hard, and yet you were able to manage it...by wearing a sweater you stole from her closet. It was laughable really, how attached you had managed to become to her, your kidnapper. Or was she your savior? She did save you from that horrible life as a captive under watch.

Soft shoves wake you from your slumber, in which you debated the moral greyness of your girlfriend, only to wake up to her wide smiling face. Sleep blurred your eyes, but you could still see how dark it was outside the windows as you sat up.

"Jennie? Did you just get in? What time is it?" You go to rub at your eye but she grabs your hand and yanks you out of your bed before you can.

"Ah no, I actually got off work a couple hours ago but then I caught onto something and I had to get it. It's 3am, Love." She was practically vibrating as she gives little hops, her smile wide. Now that you were a little more awake thanks to the shock of her pulling you out of bed, you noticed the large cut on her cheekbone, held together with a bandage soaked in red.

"Oh no! Did you fall asleep in my hoodie because you ran out of things to wear? It's good I ordered new ones for you then. They'll arrive tomorrow but in the meantime try this on, I want to see if I should get you the collection." Jennie shoves a bundle of silk in your arms, turning you to face the bathroom and pushing you towards it.

"No, wait..." You turn to face Jennie again but she gasps before you can speak.

"Oh! Don't forget these!" And suddenly there's a pair of heels on top of the clothes and you're being pushed into the bathroom, the door shutting before you can even register it.

With a sigh you strip and change into the dress, you hated to say it, but it looked stunning on you. And the gloves she had given you worked amazingly with them. There was no way in hell you'd put heels on right now. You step out of the bathroom, arms crossed over your chest and a frown on your face, but Jennie looks elated nonetheless.

"Oh, it looks perfect! I mean, of course, it does, what am I saying? It's you. Ah, but you should really try the shoes on with it-"

"Ok, stop!" Jennie froze at your yell, looking surprised as you moved forward so you're standing in front of her. "It's 3am, there will be no heels right now. So, instead, how about telling me what's going on? You weren't like this before. You had me for four months, and you never acted as distant as you are now, no matter how I tried to get away."

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about. I just want to spoil you." Jennie scoffed nervously, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, until you step so close to her that your breaths mingle, your eyes glaring at her.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Jennie, I agreed to be your girlfriend, not your sugar baby." You nearly growled, letting out a sigh and stepping back when her face dropped. "I just- this isn't the you I saw for the first four months, and I'm not trying to say that in four months I suddenly knew everything about you but, I don't think you worked so hard on winning me over just to play dress up."

Jennie looks down, her hands folding behind her back.

"Do you want us to stop this? Give you more time to get used to me?"

"No!" Her head snaps up, arms coming to circle your waist and pull you flush to her in seconds, her eyes teary. "Don't ever say you're gonna leave me. Don't ever leave me."

Your eyes searched hers, your chests rising and falling and your breath mingling with hers and falling over your lips. It took a minute, but realizing the position the two of you were in, Jennie drops her arms and takes a step back from you with a small 'Sorry'.

"Then tell me what's going on then. What happened?"

"I-I just." Jennie stutters a bit, her voice faltering. "Everyone I've ever known, aside from my sisters, have only ever feared me. Even my own mafia members, as loyal as they are, are afraid of me. And anyone I've ever loved as more has only ever loved my money. And I definitely don't want you to ever fear me, I want you to love me."

She looks ashamed of herself, her cheeks puffed cutely as she trails off. And suddenly it makes total sense! She doesn't believe anyone will love her romantically unless she buys them into staying. And she just wants you to stay with her. You can basically feel as you melt at her words and cute persona. You knew who she was, what she was like, her reputation and power, and consequently her wealth. So how could you possibly be so naive to ignore the possibilities of how that affected her in her personal life? You frown in guilt at her seemingly wilted form, frowning in a pout as she holds back tears in embarrassment. You step forward after the first sniff, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks so she looks at you.

"You don't need to buy me, Jen, I like you. I want you to be my girlfriend. And yeah, I like gifts every now and then, but at this point, it feels like a transaction, not a relationship."

"B-But I can get you whatever you want! I can buy you anything! Really! So don't worry about anything else and just- just stay with me. Please." Jennie begs you, her frown heavy.

"Oh, Jen..." You brush your thumb over her cheek, making that split decision in that very second to step forward and press your lips to hers. She responds immediately, her lips gentle on yours and her hands soft, like she was holding herself back. It was soft and gentle, and though you knew it wouldn't stay that way, that she'd turn back into the possessive woman who stole you away all for herself, you found yourself smiling at the thought of that. At the thought of truly and totally being hers. Suddenly, as her lips were pressed to yours in a sweet, addicting, kiss, you didn't think that would be a bad thing. You found yourself wanting her to own you.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

[ gif by @youngtiffany ]

Rain. Chaeyoung hated the rain. She fucking despised it with everything in her. It was cold and wet and made it way too difficult for her to do her job. I mean, she was still able to carry out all missions, solo and otherwise, successfully and achieve everything as normal, but the rain created so many difficulties for her. It's seen as weird in the mafia world, but all the leaders of BP cared deeply for their members, and the rain created dangerous situations during all missions. Every day when she came home she was soaked, her clothes drenched, any blood that had gotten on her dripping down with the water onto the floor, that was just awkward to explain to the cleaning employees. And yet, every single fucking day when it's raining, her girlfriend can be found opening all curtains and windows, the marble floors becoming soaked from the rain blowing in. She loved her, that wasn't a debate but fuck was this habit of yours annoying as hell. Especially when you decide to sit and watch the floor get soaked isn't enough. You feel the need to get up, play music, and dance in the rain.

Why the fuck did you feel the need to do that? Chaeyoung didn't know.

Like now. It's 7am, why were you dancing on the balcony when you woke up two minutes ago? Her working theory was that you were either stupid or a psycho.

"Sweets? What are you doing? Come inside." Chaeyoung calls out to you from inside the apartment, adjusting the guns in her holster as she gets ready to go to work.

"Why? It's so nice out here!" You twirled around, your pajamas sticking to your body like glue. "Come dance with me! You definitely can't drive right now."

Chaeyoung lets out a small smile as you slip, little, gorgeous giggles falling from you as you do. Lightning flashes in the sky above you, thunder rumbling like a drum making Chaeng a little worried but you keep dancing anyway. You give a large twirl, splashes of water spraying Chaeyoung slightly. She swipes the droplets from her arms, a small grimace falling on her lips. You laugh again, closer now, and Chaeyoung looks up to see you smiling at her, hands behind your back.

"Wha-" Chaeyoung starts to ask you what's up, but your arms snip out to wrap around one of hers. Within a flash you're pulling her out into the rain, her shirt sticking to her torso and her hair flattening down until she was glaring at you while looking like a grumpy, soaked cat.

"Literally what the actual fuck?" She makes a face at you, but you are too busy laughing to notice.

"Oh, come on! Just dance with me." You grab her hands to guide them around your waist, laying your head on her chest and feeling her heartbeat speed up.

"Oh, come on! you can't seriously be nervous from me hugging you still." You laugh as you look up at her, going to pull away to spin but she holds you tight and fast. She looks down at you, her eyes conflicted.

Chaeyoung knew you were beautiful but, fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous. You were soaked, yet you looked like a goddess, instead of a wet cat (like her). You were glowing as you danced in the lightning, your eyes more electric than the thousands of volts sent down from the heavens. Your laugh was addicting, so much so that being stuck in the horrid rain faded away in her mind because you were happy. And Chaeng was always a tad dramatic, so of course, now was the most perfect time.

She moved forward, her lips crashing on yours, and you felt like lightning had struck you. Your body felt anticipation for it, your stomach jelly from it all. Your heart thundered against your chest, the lightning in your stomach growing stronger. As you deepened the kiss, the clouds in your head grew hazier, but the sun grew stronger and turned you golden. When the two of you pulled away for air, your lungs constricted, you needed her lips on yours again. How could you possibly live without her? How could you have ever been so hesitant to be with her?

"I love you," Chaeyoung spoke quickly, her words falling faster than the water around you. "I know you're not there yet, and I'm okay with that. I can wait. But you need to know, every time I've told you that, and every time I say it, I mean it with everything in me. I love you. I love you."

She rested her head on yours, murmuring a few more times. "I love you. I'll never let you go. I fucking love you."

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

[ gif by @sefuns ]

What the hell were you supposed to do? Lalisa Manobal, your girlfriend, the woman who kidnapped you simply to confess her love and "protect" you, speaks of her undying love for you at every chance. Who waited months for you to even glance her way after her confession, was fucking shy. Ok fine, maybe she wasn't ready to make that move and kiss you yet. That was fine, you would be fine with that if that was the case. But it wasn't. Instead, she'd start to lean in to kiss you, start to make that move, then she'd shrink away. She'd stop. Hell, even when it came to touching you, she gets shy. She'll put her arm around you and then take it off at least thirty times in a minute. Eventually, she just leaves the room altogether with a red face.

So, what did you do? You decided to make the move yourself. But discreetly, of course. Lisa clearly wanted to be the one in charge, right?

You walked down the stairs, seemingly innocently but as soon as your eyes landed on Lisa sitting on the couch, your eyes locked like you were looking at a target. You skip over to her and plop down onto the couch, hovering close to her but far away enough so that she needs to make the move to hold on to you. Well, literally at least. She holds you with everything in her and would probably die if you ever successfully escaped. But instead of wrapping arms around your or even holding your hands, she lightly shifts away, as if to give you more space. Your shoulders slumped a little, but you remained determined.

"So what are you watching, Babe?" You question casually, leaning a bit closer to her. Her shoulders immediately stiffen and her eyes dart around nervously.

"Lisa?" You back off, wondering if you were too direct.

"D-Did you just call me 'Babe'?" She stutters out, looking at you as she lowers the volume on the T.V, the couple on-screen arguing a little quiet.

"Yeah, is that okay?" You look at her, a little afraid you made a mistake that she'll yell at you about, like that time you tried to cook for her and she walked in on you with a knife in your hands.

"No, that's perfectly okay...um, w-why did you call me that?"

"Well, you're I'm dating you now. And people who are in relationships with each other have pet names for their lover." You speak matter of factly, looking straight at her, wanting to look in her eyes. "It's not the most creative, but I've always loved calling the people I date 'Babe' or 'Baby'. Of course, my ex hated when I called her that, said it was 'too basic' for her."

Her eyes flashed possessively and you shivered at the dark look that crossed behind it. "Don't you dare mention anyone who's not my sisters near me. You belong to me, nobody else matters in your life but me!"

"Ok, I'm sorry." You placed a hand on her arm to placate her. "But is it ok for me to call you that?"

Her eyes changed suddenly, looking towards you pleadingly, "Please, call me yours. Make me yours. That's all I want."

Your eyes widened as you realized exactly what was happening. And then, they fell into a pleased smile. Here you were assuming that she wanted to be in charge. But no, she wants to keep you, she wants you to be in charge of her. This pleased you very much.

Your hand snatched out to hold her chin in between your thumb and forefinger, holding her fast as she stared in shock.

"Was this what you wanted, baby?" You draw her closer, so close that your breath ghosts over her lips. "Want me to own you. Own how you love me? Is that it?"

"Please." Her breaths were heavy, her eyes hooded now in desire.

One look at her reaction was all it took, no more waiting for her to lead. You lean forward, placing a slight peck to her lips- a chaste kiss, chuckling as her lips push out to ask for more.

"Now now, behave." You tut softly as you pull your hand away, watching in smug happiness as she pouts.

After watching her pout in silence for a little longer, you lean forward again, now resting your hand on her jaw, connecting your lips to hers again. She responds immediately, her lips soft but insistent on yours, happy little hums leaving her. She kisses you happily, relieved to finally have your lips on hers, her heart doing flips and twirls in her chest, her really starting to believe she has you. Happy knowing she could keep you safe forever now while having you love her exactly how she wants you to.

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[cristalknife]

OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO EXCELLENT AND IT FITS THEM OH SO GOOD

A wonderful playlist for @cristalknife, from @musicinmyveins93 for Kindergarten Mafia Secret Santa 2023.

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MASTERLIST

Vampire Tales (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

The Vampire Creed

The Vampire Hierarchy

The Contract (Yves) (S)

Under The Red Hood (Natty) (S)

Life of Two Vampire Queens (IU/CL)

Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Kpop Vampire Reactions/Preferences (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

Vampire Aespa Reading You a Bedtime Story

(G) I-DLE As a Vampire Clan

Fromis_9 as Your Vampire Mothers

Vampire Jung Sisters as Your Vampire Mothers

Kiss of Life's Reaction to you Getting Hurt

Protective Scale of Vampire IVE

Lovesick Yanderes Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.I (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.II (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.III (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.IV (Shen Xiaoting) (Coming Soon)

The Literature Club (Blackpink)

Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Oneshot Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Along For The Ride (Nakamura Kazuha)

Hospital Love (Karina)

A Day With Huh Yunjin (Huh Yunjin)

The Half Engine (Blackpink)

Fight for Survival (Soojin)

A Part of Me Lives Inside Me (Kim Jiwon)

Missing 411 (Female Idols)

Forgotten or Not (Suzy/Nana)

Spicy Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Tight Pants (Huh Yunjin)

Tight Pants Pt.II (Kim Sohee/Giselle/Karina)

Irresistable Temptations (Miyeon/Sana)

The Contract (Yves) 

Unlikely Love (Female Idols)

Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun)

Under The Red Hood (Natty)

Who's the Bustiest? (Female Idols)

My Scary Noona (Kim Gaeul)

Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Wives’ Reaction To You Getting Harrassed At Work (Haseul/Nana/Vivi/Miyeon/Yeojin)

How IVE Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

How Le Sserafim Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

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[djbunnie]

Mafia-ish AU Idea

@ghost-postables asked an important question! lol

I'm not a writer, but I like sharing fun ideas for fandoms. I had fun writing this mafia-ish AU for DP. (was heavily inspired by TV show "Law & Order" and Asian Movies/dramas.) I hope it's good. It's not much, but it's a start. I'd love to read and share ideas with everyone!!!

Vlad Masters is the founder and CEO of VladCo, an agency for assassins. (It's like the K-pop industry, but with Hitmans.) To become an assassin, one must sign with an agency like VladCo. Then, they become trainees. They wake up early, eat right, practice their moves, and go to sleep. One day, they'll debut. That's what they call it: their "debut." It means their first kill is their first show. There's a ranking in hitman. Anyone can hire a D-rank hitman, who’s probably going to leave a lot of blood and fingerprints. The client can hire an A-rank hitman, who is like the BTS and Blackpink of the hitman. The VladCo agency is in control. They get paid by the company. The company has to renew their contracts. Vlad Master isn't the mafia, but they work with them and anyone with money.

Of course there are rules: the company doesn't kill innocent people and children, however there are some exceptions. For example: After detectives find a child's body, fingers point towards the child's friend who is a Sociopath and would most likely reoffend. The father seeks revenge, the father would go to VladCo to put a hit on the killer child. the company would approve the hit. if it means putting an end to an upcoming serial killer.

maybe in this AU Danny is the son and heir of VladCo…that's pretty much all I got. Plus there are a lot of the ghost characters that would make great "Hitman".