#converse hanseo..

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Ao3 being under attack is killing me how will I read the same few fics over and over again to pretend Han Seo is alive???

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The trainee - Hanseok x Reader

I was twirling a pen between my fingers, listening to Myung Hee endless speech. Truth be told, I didn't care what the woman was saying, I certainly have much bigger problems to solve in this company.

— ...and that's why we have to keep an eye on them, we can't let it go quietly, we have to dig deep and...

The door opened abruptly, snapping me back to reality, ready to fight with the asshole who had practically kicked the door in.

But I couldn't do that. Not with him.

— Ms. Choi, Miss Kim —the boy bowed right after saying our last names, seeming to fumble with several papers in his arms —Sorry, I really needed to deliver these documents.

— I think I'd better hire some other interns —Myung Hee stood up, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to continue his conversation. —Have a good time.

I whispered a "you go" as Choi walked out the door.

— You saved me from having to listen to another half hour of bullshit.

— And again things conspire in our favor, —he threw the papers on the table, and as soon as I picked them up to read them, I saw that they were empty.

Hanseok smiled. We were almost boyfriend and girlfriend, living a double life where I was the boss and he was one of the employees. But in reality, we were both the bosses. And owners.

The company was divided 50% to him, and 50% to me. Hanseo, his younger brother, didn't know that yet. It was his father's orders, one of the few requests in the will.

They both saw the advantage in this arrangement, I love to lead, and I do it very well on my own. Hanseok, on the other hand, is having fun while pretending to be a good guy.

— Miss Kim, I've finished all my work for today —he pushed his chair back to stand in front of me, between the table and me —are you going to let me go early?

— Junwoo darling, if I let you go now, I'll have to let the others go too. It's not fair.

He laughed. Totally out of character, he laughed. That laugh was music to my tired ears —from Mrs. Choi's blah blah blah.

— If I ask nicely, will you let me off a few minutes early? —she leaned towards me—

— I'll think about your case.

I played with his blue tie, while Hanseok looked at me with the same look as when he had to feign innocence in front of everyone.

I pulled the tie tight, and our lips came together in a rather indecent kiss. His large, firm hands squeezed my thighs, lifting my skirt and caressing the area. My fingers carefully opened the first buttons of his white dress shirt.

Damn, Hanseok, how can you look so hot dressed like that?

Soon the kiss became fiercer, more anxious. I unzipped his underpants, stroking the slightly damp bulge above his underwear. Realizing that my legs were open, Hanseok slipped his body between them, rubbing our intimacies urgently. He moved my waist in rhythm with his hands. His mouth explored my neck, making me arch my back in pleasure.

I gasped for breath for a moment and let out a moan that I'd been holding back.

— We'd better stop here, Y/n. —she pulled away— They must be missing me downstairs by now, so I'd better go.

—All right, —I smoothed down my skirt— you'd better be careful or our plan will fall apart.

—Yes, I will, miss, —he smiled faintly— we'll finish this later.

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dating hanseo post

bc let’s be honest,, we’ve all been there.. am i making my whole tumblr dedicated to him? yes. but it seemed like so many people liked my previous headcanons that i had to give the people what they deserve! (and also to write all my thoughts out so my head doesn’t explode!)

- first of all, most definitely this man’s love language is acts of service!! this is why, when a somewhat ditzy, very vocal and avid member of your college philosophy class starts bringing you coffee - whether morning or afternoon classes - it’s not hard to sense.. a Vibe. however, soon, he starts stealing assignments from you, taking up your parts in group projects and it’s not until far later - after confronting the poor boy - that you realise it had nothing to do with him wanting to steal your top class scores and place.. but instead, to take away some of your top class student burdens. (his words.) so, after having a top student duel with him for a few months, you ask him out (thoroughly encouraged by your annoyed classmates who can’t stand the tense air of competition you brought to your lighthearted philosophy class, despite hanseo never reciprocating that energy, only just happy to participate to his full extent).

- asking him out was out of pure spite, to be honest. you’ve waited months, and could stand the nagging of your classmates no longer, and, well, you’ve grown to like this dorky classmate. you’ve grown to admire how fast he could go from being completely clownish in big groups, to understanding ridiculously extensive philosophical concepts. the jealousy slowly transformed into adoration, and so, you let go of your pride and asked him to help you with an assignment and go for a coffee. it was obvious he had to contain his excitement, but he still squeaked out a yes within milliseconds, which confirmed the idea that’s been hammered into your head by your stupid classmates (that this weird confrontation has to come to a ceasefire, because it’s obvious you both like each other, and come on it’s pathetic!) he arrives to the date in his silly knitted jumpers and of course, the blue converse, and his round gold-rimmed glasses, a little too giddy for your liking. (or so you pretend.) it’s only when you both get your coffees and get to working when you just get too immersed in him and finally blurt out that you like him.. to which he picks up his head from your notes, looks at you like a lost puppy for well over a minute, and then smiles shyly while saying that, well, he likes you too.

- so, that’s all over with, (finally, say your classmates) and you can finally begin to actually get to know this man who, although says a lot, never quite says what you want to know. he doesn’t take long to open up to you, though. he says little, but you start to realise a lot about him - which you never say to him, just note in your head. you don’t think he’d wanna know that sometimes, he flinches when people make sudden movements, or his smile drops too soon after someone says a joke, or that he makes himself sound too unsure of himself when actually, most of what he says is completely right and makes a lot of sense. so, you connect the dots in your head and begin to accommodate him more and more, to help him get rid of those habits. and over time, you start to warm up to his unique love language (by accepting the four coffees per day just to see his smile, while slowly growing a caffeine addiction..), while realising that hanseo feels loved particularly by words of affirmation and touch. so you make it a habit (though you don’t even really need to try, it all comes naturally) to compliment him.. like a lot. like always saying how much you needed it when he gives you the coffees, and stroking his hair a little, or adjusting his glasses, or his clothes; and always telling him just how good of a job he did with an assignment or group project (which isn’t even particularly because of the whole love language, but also because 100% of the time it’s just true).

- he also has habits that you would never in your life want him to get rid of. he’s just full of love. and at first he’s a little apprehensive in giving it, but it doesn’t take long for him to completely relax into you and feel at ease in your presence. like when he first comes over to your place; he makes sure to look at every single thing, as if he’s in some sort of museum. and then, after sitting on the couch for less than a minute, he asks if your dishes need doing or if he can fold the laundry. if you hadn’t figured him out already, you would’ve thought he was a complete freak.. but it’s just his way of showing love. talking about the future is also his habit. more dorky than intimidating - he doesn’t plan in an overly committed way, but with a tone that immediately tells you that he’s just that open to you. every time you pass a dog he looks at you like a kid in a candy shop. and he keeps buying you kitchenware.. and cleaning products.. you guess it’s kind of like his way of leaving a toothbrush at your place. he wants to give you things that he knows you’ll use domestically, so that you’ll associate it with him. what a freak, you think sometimes, lovingly.

- he calls you one night, completely under the weather. scares you a little, but he just asks if it’s okay to stay on call for a while. you say of course, because, of course, you’ve grown to completely adore this boy in such a short amount of time, there’s no way you would say no to that. you’ve never heard him be that quiet. it’s like he’s not even on the other end of the line, which is so unlike him purely because his presence is always known and felt. you don’t want to pry, but you ask what’s wrong. he takes a while, but he ends up telling you, sheepishly, that he sometimes has nightmares that he can’t shake off. he’s never really told anyone and he doesn’t want to give a bad impression- which you completely interrupt him to tell him there’s no way it would give a bad impression. he apologises for waking you, which again, you interrupt by telling him you’re cramming for an exam anyway. he grows quiet again and you start to feel completely helpless. it’s a side of him you’ve barely ever seen before and you just want to help so bad. after what feels like a terribly long time of complete silence, you quietly say it’s getting late and you should go. to which he replies, in a low voice, that you’re right. you both hang up and you don’t wait even a second to get a few necessities together and get the last bus to his apartment, with two thermoses of instant coffee. you nervously stand in front of his door and knock. it takes hanseo about five minutes to finally open the door, and you almost begin to feel guilty, because he looks as if he’d just woken up from the deepest slumber. but your presence immediately awakens him, and his eyes grow as wide as they can possibly get.. you reach out to him with the thermos which he takes gratefully and immediately invites you in with the few disarrayed words he can get out. he’s in the middle of telling you it’s too late, you didn’t need to come, the place is dirty, when you launch yourself on him, clasping his waist so tight you fear he might grow short of breath. but he doesn’t say anything else and instead just melts into you. he hesitantly puts a hand onto your head and begins to pat your hair slowly, to say “you really shouldn’t have done all this.” to which you look at him and say, “i love you, so i had to.” and you realise that it wasn’t only hanseo’s work ethic that rubbed off on you, but also his affectionate acts of service, which you couldn’t help but adopt in your own ways.

so this isn’t exactly how i wanted to write it but the words flowed so here we are.. this is more of an au thing i guess idk??? i might just write a fanfic because oneshots really arent my thing and evidently i can’t write anything without making it a narrative story thing!! i don’t like this but i wrote too much to not post and hopefully it might actually get me into writing for real again .. we’ll see.. enjoy :)

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Believe Me

Request

Summary: A child-free weekend for you and your husband is long overdue, if only your husband had a better memory… maybe the weekend would have gotten off to a better start than this.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Jang Hanseo (Kwak Dong Yeon) x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Praise Kink.

You are half asleep on the sofa, totally relaxed, when you hear the front door open, waking you up and bringing you back to reality. You excitedly jump up, skipping down the hallway to greet your husband as he returns home from work. He lifts his head and smiles at you once he sees you coming, arms outstretched and ready to take you into them as you reach him. Jang Hanseo, CEO of Babel Group, dressed in one of his best suits, as always, looking a million dollars, though he is worth so much more than that to you.

“Jagi!” He sighs happily, as you bury your face into his chest, “Where is Nabi-ya?”

You giggle as you lift your head, nuzzling your nose against his before kissing him softly. He is always so forgetful, a little ditzy most of the time, but it is so endearing, and his kindhearted soul is big enough to make up for the trouble he sometimes has with anything that requires too much thinking.

“Hanseo, she’s with my parents this weekend, remember?” You ask him, watching as the cogs turn in his head as he tries to recall the conversation, when you had told him that your parents would be having your daughter over for a couple of nights.

“Oh right, I forgot,” He replies, eyes wide as he takes another moment to process, “That’s good… I’m a lousy parent anyway. She, and you, both deserve a break.”

It takes you a second now to process your husband’s words, the mild self-deprecation that you don’t often hear from him, and it breaks your heart when you fully grasp his meaning. You know that you have shock written all over your face as you take your hands to cup his cheeks, making him look into your eyes.

“No, yeobo… what?” You start, “You are a great dad, what’s got you so concerned?”

Hanseo’s eyes are glassy as he stares at you, biting his lip the way that he always does when he has to talk about something that he doesn’t want to. He shakes his head a little, furrowing his brows for a moment before he realises that you are not going to let him go until he answers your question.

“Joonwoo-hyung said I’m dumb and can’t do anything right.” He sighs, “He said I shouldn’t be a dad, that I’ll raise Nabi to be stupid like me.”

You can see how much it hurts him to repeat those words to you, they are clearly eating him up inside, you know how he gets. He has enough trouble with his self-confidence at the best of times, so any negativity tends to really break him down. It hurts you to see him like this, as you always tell him the opposite, forever complimenting him on everything.

“Aigoo, yeobo…” You murmur, “You are perfect, your brother is just jealous.”

You hate his brother, even just mentioning him is enough to send a shiver down your spine. The man has done nothing but hurt Hanseo, his entire life has been hell thanks to him, but no matter what you say or do, he looks up to him like an idol, and because of that, every cruel word that he says, Hanseo takes to heart completely.

You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls back from you, hesitation written all over his face, as shock is clear on yours, so not used to rejection from the clingy, loveable man that you married.

“Are you sure that you want to kiss me?” He asks you, his voice a little whiny, his lips pouted.

“More than anything in the world, nae sarang.” You reply easily, the words coming quickly to you, without missing a beat, “You are the most incredible man I have ever met.”

He shakes his head, still unsure if he believes you or not, and you lean in to kiss him again before he can say another word. He hums contentedly as your lips meet, leaning into your touch, his hands moving to your shoulders.

“Come, yeobo,” You urge him, “Let’s go to bed, hmm? I think you need a little extra special attention this evening.”

Hanseo nods slowly, moving to take your hand as you lead him out of the hallway and down to your bedroom. He is hesitant in his footsteps, and you can tell that he does not feel like he deserves to be loved by you. You know that it is going to be difficult to get him to believe you, but you have done it before, so you know that you can do it again.

You gently push the bedroom door open, and guide Hanseo to sit on the edge of the bed. Once he is comfortable, you move to straddle him, your knees on the mattress either side of his hips, your hands at the collar of his shirt.

“Jang Hanseo, you’re so perfect,” You tell him, “I don’t like it when you believe your brother’s words…”

Hanseo frowns, visibly fighting down the temptation to disagree with you, it is hard though, and he whines a little as he attempts to believe the words that you say.

You unbutton his shirt slowly, hands trailing over his skin as you push his shirt and jacket off his shoulders, exposing his body to you. He is perfect, fit, muscular, you truly could not fault him. You guide him onto his back, kissing along his jawline and down his neck, as he writhes underneath you, pressing kisses to his most sensitive spots.

“Hips up for me, baby,” You order as you move back a little, “Gotta get your pants off too.”

His cheeks flush red, though he does as he is told, watching as you unbutton his slacks, easily working them down his legs. He is hard already, from such little effort by you, and you can tell that he is embarrassed by it, as you sink to your knees in front of him, fingers hooking into the elastic of his underwear to tug them down as well.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” You tell him, “I am not going to let up until you agree with me, either… not until you acknowledge that your brother’s words were not true.”

He nods, stuttering over his words, a barely audible yes, jagiya leaving his lips as he watches you, trying to stay still as you kiss up the inside of his thighs. His cock twitches as you get closer, and he gasps as you kiss up his shaft, moaning as you close your mouth over the tip.

“Oh, fuck,” Hanseo gasps, as you move to take him in all the way, “Oh, jagiya, fuck… you feel so good.”

You hum as you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, tongue swirling as you match your pace with both your hand and your mouth, sucking him off exactly how he likes it. You stare up at him through your lashes, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat with each movement lower.

He is not quiet, whining and moaning as his fingers tangle in your hair, not wanting to move, but indicating to you that he wants more. You lift your head, though your hand still continues to work him, and you begin to kiss up his body until you reach his lips again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You ask, “Do you believe me yet?”

Hanseo pauses to think for a moment, before he shakes his head, though his moans only get louder.

“Feels good, jagiya,” He replies, “But I don’t believe you, not yet.”

You roll your eyes, not really believing him, sure that he is only feigning disbelief to get you to touch him more. You tighten your grip, stroking him harder, faster, easily working him so close to orgasm.

“Fine,” You smirk, as you suddenly move your hand away, “You don’t get to cum until you do.”

Hanseo groans, balling his fists as he attempts to keep his composure. He hates edging, so much, but you know that he needs a little punishment, if you want him to see things from your point of view.

“Would you like to help me out, baby?” You ask, “I don’t think it’s very fair that I put in all the work, not when I know how good you are with your mouth, too.”

You giggle as Hanseo frowns, he wants to protest, but not as much as he wants to go down on you. You tilt your head to the side, before gazing down at your body, still fully dressed while Hanseo is naked underneath you. You don’t have to tell him what to do, his hands are already moving to undress you quickly, and you happily oblige him, lifting yourself up so that he can work your leggings down and off.

“Do you want to ride my face, jagi?” He asks you, his voice so innocent and sweet, “I’d like it a lot if you did.”

You nod at him, and you move into position once you get your panties off, your knees next to his ears as you gaze down at him. He is eager, and you smile, motioning that he can begin.

Hanseo lifts his head, tongue laid flat to connect with you, and though he has done this a thousand times before, you still are never prepared for how intense the pleasure is. He knows your body better than you do, the way that his tongue swirls over your clit has you seeing stars in what feels like seconds.

“Oh, yeobo,” You moan, “Fuck, you are incredible… nobody else could ever make me feel this good.”

He chuckles at this, sending shockwaves through your body, and his cheeks flush red as you moan louder, praising him further. You lean back, using your core strength to hold you up as Hanseo eats you out, working you effortlessly, so quickly to your peak, exactly how you wanted it.

“You want to make me cum, don’t you?” You ask him, “Show me how much you want it.”

Hanseo moans into you, the vibrations enough to send you spiralling, gripping to his hair as you grind down onto his face, your orgasm washing over you completely. Breathless cries of his name escape you, the high is so overwhelming.

“Fuck, baby,” You sigh, as you move back, leaning down to kiss his glistening lips, “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that, right?”

Hanseo kisses you back, as you grind down against his cock, wanting to take him in already, but needing him to agree with you first, you need to hear him say it.

“Yes, jagi,” He nods, “Yes, I am perfect, fuck, please let me fuck you.”

You chuckle, lifting yourself up as Hanseo grabs his cock, moving into position. You smile at him as you lower yourself down, slowly taking in his full length, moaning as you do.

“You are perfect,” You reply, lifting your hips to drop down on him again, “So big, you feel so good inside me, baby, you fuck me so well.”

You find a steady pace to ride him in, leaning down to kiss him as he matches your rhythm, thrusting his hips up to you each time you lower down. You know that he would have to be close, he never does last long after you edge him, but you don’t mind, he deserves to be rewarded.

“Please, jagi,” He whimpers, tears brimming in his eyes, “Can I cum? Please? It hurts.”

It makes you smile, and you nuzzle your nose against his before you kiss him again, loving the way that he clings to you, so desperate, so fucking needy.

“Cum for me, baby,” You urge, “Fill me up, perfectly, like you always do.”

You barely finish speaking, as Hanseo releases, chest heaving as you take him in, gasping at the feeling as he fills you up.

“I love you,” He murmurs, “Thank you, jagi.”

As his peak descends, you slow down, though you don’t move, laying on him comfortably, tracing shapes with your fingertips across his chest. You kiss his neck softly, while he plays with your hair, so happy to be so close.

“I love you, Hanseo,” You reply, “I love everything about you. You’re the best father, the best husband, I need you to believe me.��

Hanseo hums contentedly, holding you to him as he revels in the praises you give.

“I do,” He replies, “I do believe you, I promise.”

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Shuriken (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: Y/N is a mercenary with a particular knack for knives and torture. Hanseok hired her as his new body guard against Vincenzo, little did he know that her and Vincenzo have a history. A dark history.

Characters: Jang Hanseok x mercenary!reader (implied sex), Vincenzo x mercenary!reader (past lovers), Jang Hanseo x reader (platonic), Ms. Choi x reader (platonic)

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You hated jet lang with a passion. You would think that since you're a mercenary, that you're fine with traveling but you really hated it. You pull up your turtle neck to cover your maliscous scar across your neck. It's not that it bothers you to show it, you just didn't feel like explaining to others that someone tried to kill you and failed.

You take a taxi from the Incheon International Airport to the location your employer asked you to meet him. He was explicit with making sure that you get all the luxuries plus the 500k and that you never leave his side. He's definitely paranoid. But this isn't the first time you've had a paranoid employer.

Hopefully, he's not a crazy one. You'vs had enough with the crazy employers. The taxi drops you off at a fairly large, modern-looking house. But from the looks of it, it does not take much to break in here. You'll suggest installing some deadlocks and bullet proof cameras.

You pay the driver before hopping out of the car with your luggage. He drives away and just as you approach the gate, the door buzzes open. You walk in and are instantly greeted by four people, three men and a women. Two of the men looked young, they're probably brothers. The other man and woman looked older.

"I'm Jang Hanseok, this is my brother, Jang Hanseo and my lawyers, Ms. Choi and Mr. Hanchul. This is Y/N, the Slicer." "I see you did your research," "A little. Had to know who I was dealing with." "Yeah, and that nickname did not give me any justice. That's one of my least favorite names given to me."

"There's multiple?" "Yeah, there's Ninja, SheWolf, Shredder, Grim Reaper, Death, Queen of Hell, and my favorite, Shuriken." "Shuriken? How did you get that name?" "A talented magician never tells their secrets," you say. "Now, where's my room?" You add.

Over the passed few days, there is not much action to be on high alert. Which leaves random conversations about favorite foods and TV shows.

He doesn't seem like a terrible guy, he has a messed sense of humor though. He even asked a if you've ever been in love before. You answered by pointing to your scar and saying, "Once, unfortunately,"

You were walking through the parking garage to get the car after having dinner with Hanseok and the rest of his crew when you hear tires screeching. There was a black van next to you and the doors flew open Instinctively, you push Jang Hanseok behind you.

A dozen of guys with masks pile out of the car with their own weapons. They rush towards you and you take out a few thin shurikens from your sleeves and flick your wrists forwards. They hit two men in their throats and you duck under the arm of a man with a wrench.

You grab his arm and throw him to the ground and just when another man headed towards you, you take out your ninjato sword. Clicking the button, it springs into it's full length and you slice across the man's chest.

His blood sprays across your face before he falls to the ground and the man you threw to the ground is starting to get up.

You cut his throat and knee him in the face before ducking and weaving through their blows, cutting their backs and faces along the way. One managed to take your ninajto sword from your hands so you took out your daggers.

Stabbing his heart, you take out the blade before drop kicking him towards his remaining four comrades. They all fall to the ground and before they could get up, you threw a dagger through one of their eye sockets.

The three of them rush towards you and you swing your leg under one of them, tripping him. Then you one with a roundhouse kick and the other with a jumping back kick.

"Now, which of you wants to run back to you boss and say that Shuriken is in town?" You ask breathlessly. They look to each other and one of them hops into the van and drives away. "Well.." you state and before they could run away, you use two more shurikeins that cuts through their throats.

You turn around to see Hanseo, Ms. Choi and Mr. Hanchul looking at you with both fear and shock. You tried to wipe away the blood from your face as you look at Hanseok. He smiles at you with a dark look in his eyes. "Let's go," you suggest.

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Since you fought those amateurs in the parking garage, Jang Hanseok has been more around you a lot more than usual. It's almost like he was attracted to the fact that you killed people without blinking. He buys you everything from food to jewlery.

He doesn't mention who I'm protecting him from. He doesn't even allow his comrades to say his name. They just call him Mafia Bastard. They were celebrating a victory over said Mafia Bastard. It wasn't until he admitted to killing his mother that you realized just how similar you guys were.

Sitting at the table, you read your book and leave your glass of champagne untouched. You started to zone out after they continue to ramble about the Mafia Bastard.

You felt some tensesness in the room when Ms. Choi said, "Did you really think that you would betray the Chairman and I wouldn't find out about it?"

You still don't look up from your book until you heard a silenced gun shot and Ms. Choi's screams. You reach into your belt and aim your gun towards the perpetrator.

His expression matched yours when you realized that it was him.. Vincenzo. The man you loved and betrayed you. The one that gave you that hideous scar.

Without a second thought, you shot his arm and chest. He kneels on the ground and drops his weapon. "Thats impossible, you're dead." He groans. "There were times when I wished I was." He spits out some blood and says, "Y/N, I.. I'm sorry."

You raise the gun again to kill him but you remember Hanseok saying he didn't wabf the Mafia Bastard dead, not yet. "Get the hell out of here," you say, setting your gun on the counter. He stands up from the floor and staggers a little before opening his mouth to talk to you. You raise your hand for him to stop and he complies.

He holds onto his chest and walks slowly out of the building. That's when you notice the dead man on the floor. From the looks of it, he's was tortured to death. He must have been the one who killed his mom. "Why didn't you kill him! We didn't hire you to let people live! We hired you to kill!" Ms. Choi yells.

You look to Hanseok and ask, "You said to keep him alive, is that correct?" "Yes, I did. And we didn't hire anybody, I did, so watch your tone."

You approach her and take out a dagger from your ankle holster. You press the dagger against her throat and said, "Question my intentions like that again, and I'll slit your throat."

With that, you walk out of the lounge room and went into Hanseok's room where the balcony was. "So he's the reason why you have that scar," Hanseok says, stepping on to the balcony with you.

"I don't want to talk about it," you say flatly. "He's the one that's trying to kill me, so you better talk about it."

"Look at me," he adds, turning you around and pressing your back against the railing. "Why do you care? What matters now is that I'm willing to kill him. No, I'm more than willing. I want to kill him." You say as you throw him to the ground and apply pressure to his chest with your knee. Taking out your blade, you press it against his throat.

"I'm not your brother. Put your hands on me again and I will kill you, do you understand?" You add. He nods and you release the pressure from his lungs. You tuck your dagger away in your ankle. When you try to stand up, he pulls you back down and flips you onto your back.

He pins your arms above your head. "What are you doing?" You ask. "I'm trying something," he says before capturing your lips in a burningly slow kiss.

Oddly enough your body eases under his touch and he lets go of your arm. You sit up to pull off your shirt and he pulls off your jeans, slowly kissing up your stomach.

Meanwhile Cha young walks Vincenzo out of the hospital and to his chair. The bullets were through and through, so it didn't take that long to clean and stitch him up. "Who did this to you?" Cha young asks. "I deserved it," "No one deserves to be shot... except Hanseok."

"I.. I don't know how, but I'm going to make it up to her." "Her? A woman shot you?" "A very special woman that I once loved," "Wait, now I'm even more confused. If she was so special then why did she try to kill you?" "Because I tried to kill her."

[hanseoxsimp]

Gummy Bears - Jang Hanseok x Hanseo

One-shot, requested by @swaggy-tea and @taewithalottlesuga, an au where someone isn’t a psycho

A/N: bolded words are words Hanseok says in English; hope you enjoy reading!

Hanseo doesn’t really enjoy video games. Or board games. Or any sort of game really.

He views it as unnecessary stress, tasks and missions that weren’t worth the small amount of satisfaction one receives in the end. On the other hand however, is Jang Hanseok. That young man- looks will deceive- is purely childish at heart.

Hanseok carries a pack of Haribos everywhere he goes, has Candy Crush downloaded on his phone and a penguin plushie resting in the corner of his office. His personality is so loud, so vibrant, so... annoying.

When Jang Hanseok was announced the new Chairman of Babel, Hanseo did not hesitate one millisecond to pass the position over to him.

If Hanseo didn’t enjoy video games, he most definitely did not enjoy being like a pawn amongst the wealthy elites of the country. Constantly feeling like an NPC to his own body, he might as well kiss Hanseok out of gratitude for taking the position away from him. Although, that man ended up placing Hanseo as Vice Chairman.

Not the best, considering how Hanseo just wanted to fly away and live a life full of secrecy in Malta, but Jang Hanseo will endure it. Like how he always has.

One month ago, a Korean-American man walked up to him and said they were half brothers. Two weeks ago, his new half brother moved in with him, inspecting every crook and cranny his mansion had offered. One week ago, his “hyung” had assimilated the Chairman seat and now was working in the same chair Hanseo had once resided.

If one should say, “ work at Babel is tiring,” that would be a clear understatement in Hanseo’s eyes. Working at Babel meant restless nights, empty coffee cups piling on the floor, dark circles beneath eyes, bleary vision after each all-nighter and so much more.

So Hanseo did not understand why his new hyung had seemed to be in perfect shape.

Jang Hanseok appeared to look healthy, like he got 10 hours of sleep each night and never had reeked of coffee. Maybe it was an American thing, Hanseo pondered, the ability to look completely fine.

He rested his head against his knuckles, his elbow propping his whole arm up against the sleek dark oak desk. The world felt heavy. The air, his own head and eyelids.

Just as he slipped into an abyss of sleep-

Tap! T- Tap! Tap! T- Tap! Tap!

Sharp, rhythmic taps awoke him with a start. His whole body jolted up, and his drowsiness washed away as if someone had dumped ice cold water on him.

“ My dongsaeng!” The single English word prefixing the sentence was a dead giveaway to letting Hanseo know who it was.

“ Han- Hanseok hyung.” He greeted politely, standing up to give a respectful bow.

The Chairman shook his head, “ Hey, we’re brothers. No need for all that.” He comfortably slung an arm around Hanseo’s shoulder and the younger wondered if all Americans acted like this.

Hanseok then nonchalantly sat on top of his desk, disregarding the fact he was also sitting on a small pile of papers.

He popped a gummy bear into his mouth. “ Are you tired? Your skin doesn’t have that... glow that it normally does.”

Hanseo had no clue what English word was uttered but he nodded. “ Just a lot of paperwork nowadays.” Why was he so nervous? It was like a gut feeling that made him feel afraid of Hanseok. It was odd. He barely knew his brother.

“ Do you want a break?” Hanseok followed up with a very intriguing offer.

§

Hanseo doesn’t like video games. Or any sort of games. But if he had to choose between playing games or sorting out piles of worksheets, he’d rather pick the first option.

“ Try this!” Hanseok excitedly called him over to a shooting game, the place was adorned with plushies that would be given as prizes.

The arcade his hyung had taken him to was packed, and Hanseo never relished in crowds or public spaces like these.

Hesitant as always, Hanseo gripped the plastic gun and leveled himself to the sight, moving it to align with the water ballon target. A finger on the neon green trigger, he pressed down and the fake bullet missed the balloon by the slightest inch.

“ Oh, that was close!” Hanseok pipped up, walking over to get his turn. His competitive nature seemed to bloom as he added on, “ You should’ve aimed properly.”

Hanseo scoffed, giving his brother space to take his turn.

Hanseok’s face softened as he suddenly asked, “ Which one do you want?”

His younger brother blinked in slow motion. What? “ What?” He voiced his confusion out loud.

“ I said, which one do you want?” He repeated, gesturing to the plushies that were hanging on the ceiling and walls.

He didn’t know why, but he ended up blushing. No one had ever done these kinds of things for him. Hanseo sharply turned away from his hyung, embarrassed at the red that colored his cheeks.

Hanseok suppressed a chuckle, “ Come on~” He whined in English, “ Hurry up and pick!”

“ Uh...” Hanseo faced the prizes and scanned each one of them. All of them looked boring, too vivid and childish-

“ The puppy one.” He mumbled, his eyes set on the golden retriever plushie that was beside a very colorful stuffed unicorn.

His older half brother smiled mischievously. “ Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” Causing Hanseo to roll his eyes at the very obvious motive.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the floor. “ The puppy one at the top left.” He repeated clearly, and Hanseok hummed satisfied.

The Chairman raised the toy gun to his eyes, squinting as he aimed. Pulling the trigger, he had hit the first target flawlessly.

“ Woah!” Hanseo said in awe, well aware his brother hadn’t gone to the military yet so this skill was purely cultivated by himself.

Hanseok grinned victoriously, winking at the younger man. “ I’m gonna get it for you.” He clarified, pointing at the puppy plushie.

“ Hyung, you don’t need to-���

“ Oh, but I want to.” He cut the protest off, picking up the toy gun again to hit the second target.

Pop!

The second water balloon was down, meaning there was only one left. “ One more...” Hanseok muttered under his breath, placing his finger on the trigger.

Pop!

“ YES!” He cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

Hanseo cracked a genuine smile, seeing his hyung act like that.

Maybe he wasn’t so annoying after all.

§

“ I did well, didn’t I?” Hanseo piped up. A couple of hours had passed by in the arcade and the two had completely warmed up to each other’s company.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok replied, slinging an arm around his shoulder, gazing down at how adorably Hanseo was clutching the plushie. “ You deserve to be my brother.” He jokingly added on and the other simply scoffed.

“ By the way, you haven’t told me where we’re going yet.” His younger brother said, lips showing the tiniest amount of pouting.

“ We’re almost there,” Hanseok replied, “ See?” He pointed to the store before them, “ An ice cream shop!” He pulled away to make dramatic jazz hands.

Hanseo grinned a cute gummy smile that the older was slowly getting used to. “ Gosh, hyung, you-“

Hanseok immediately placed a single finger on his lips, hushing him. “ Zip it, we’re eating to our hearts content today.” Boldly, Hanseok reached out to his half brother’s unoccupied hand and intertwined their fingers. “ Let’s go!”

“ AH!” Hanseo yelped from the sudden pull, tightening his grip on the stuffed animal.

The glass doors opened with a chime, and the first thing Jang Hanseo noticed was the emptiness of the place.

“ Hyung...” He began, the realization sinking in, “ Did you-“

“ Reserve this?” Hanseok finished off the question, “ Yeah, I did.” He beamed proudly, “ I kinda forgot at first that you didn’t like crowded areas. Sorry.”

Did Hanseo’s heart skip a beat? He wasn’t sure. But he did know that he felt loved. Appreciated. He felt warm inside, like something bubbling at the pit of his stomach. “ Thank you..” He said, unable to find more suitable words.

“ Nah, don’t thank me.” Hanseok waved it off, “ Come on, let’s take a seat.” He changed the topic with ease, dragging the other along to a circular turquoise table.

One of the staff walked out and headed towards them. After basic greetings, they pulled out a notepad. “ What would you both like?”

Is this a fancy restaurant or something? Why is there a waitress-

“ Hanseo-ah, what do you want?” His brother’s question snapped him out of his thoughts.

“ Uh... I’ll have the double chocolate chip ice cream.” He scrambled to pick one quickly, his social anxiety not wanting to drag the conversation on further.

“ And you, sir?” The waitress turned to Hanseok.

“ Classic vanilla. With gummy bear toppings.” He answered curtly, and the lady quickly wrote it down before scurrying away.

A minute or so passed when the Jang brothers were handed their orders. Hanseo’s mouth watered at the sight of the extra chocolate drizzle that was placed on top of it all for free.

Hanseok smiled, “ I guess you like chocolate a lot?”

Hanseo nodded eagerly as he grabbed his spoon to dig in. After wiping some ice cream off his chin with the back of his hand, he decided to reply. “ And I guess you like gummy bears a lot?”

Hanseok chuckled, “ I love them.” His smile dropped a bit though, but the sparkles in his eyes remained. “ Hey, you got a little stuck beside your lips.” He pointed at Hanseo’s face, and the younger man immediately picked up a napkin and began cleaning the wrong side.

“ No- no,” Hanseok sighed,” Come on, let me do it.” He stood up and reached over the table, taking his thumb and gently wiping the ice cream off Hanseo’s face.

Hanseo immediately tensed under such soft touch, not really knowing why he was expecting something harsh.

“ O- oh, thanks.” He stuttered, focusing on the ice cream before him.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok continued to munch on his gummy bears, before scooping one out with his spoon. “ Wanna try?”

“ No, it’s okay you can have it.” He declined, this brother of his was already giving him way too much affection than what he was used to.

“ Say ‘ahh,’” Hanseok prompted, holding the spoon in front of his dongsaeng’s mouth as if he were a baby.

Hanseo blushed- out of being flustered or embarrassed- he’ll never know. He looked up into the Chairman’s eyes and regretted it right away.

The twenty something year old man was making puppy eyes. It sort of reminded him of the plushie he got today, big and cute. Sighing, Hanseo reluctantly opened his mouth.

“ There you go.” Hanseok grinned, and watched as the younger chewed on the gummy bear.

Hanseo didn’t have the heart to tell him that he actually despised gummy bears with all his being. But then again, Hanseo didn’t really like Hanseok or games at first. Now his point of view had changed.

Maybe he could grow to love gummy bears too.

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. 8

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swearing

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2200

links: prev. | next  [masterlist]

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: maybe there are too many red flags to ingore.

“what do you mean the menu changed?”, you hiss into the receiver, not caring how your colleague aches an eyebrow at your harsh tone.

“mr. jeon’s assistant called yesterday and demanded the gluten free pasta to be added instead of the duchess potatoes.” your caterer sounds as lost as you feel.

“but… the duchess is gluten free – now there’ll be a double pasta dish for entrée and sides”, you explain to the person who professionally cooks. never would you have imagined you’d be this upset about a vegetable.

“i’m doing what mr. jeon wants, ms. _____. my apologies.” yeah well, jungkook doesn’t know what he wants. his cold shoulder equals an iced crystal – your best friend has been mute even after getting back from his business trip. all the information you need as his unofficial wedding planner are thrown at you from different partners – like the caterer today or the florist last monday.

it’s seems like jungkook really wants to sabotage his own wedding to win this fight between the two of you. until now you’ve let him throw his childish temper tantrum, passively accommodating his changed decisions. but you’re drawing the line at the duchess potato.

“very well”, you say to the caterer. “i know you’re just doing your job – sorry for being rude. i can’t wait to taste… the gluten free pasta.”

the chef on the other end chuckles at your faked enthusiasm and you soon join.

“will you be there for the cocktail testing?”, he asks and you rummage through your desk, finding your planner in milliseconds.

“of course, it’s still on saturday?”, you ask, not trusting jungkook to change dates just to mess with your schedule.

after confirming the date, the two of you hang up and you start to pack up for the day. you’ll do the log entries for your students from home.

“everything okay, ___?”, your coworker jisoo questions, seeing you leave earlier than normal.

“yeah, don’t worry. i just… forgot an appointment. see you tomorrow”, you answer absently taking your prepacked lunch from the community fridge to eat later.

after taking two different trains and one bus, your self-made hummus is looking more like vomit than food as you stand in front of jungkook’s office building. but with your stomach in knots, you lose all appetite.

“miss ______, what a lovely surprise!”, the doorman greets you with an honest smile on his face. normally jungkook would send one of his town cars to collect you for your weekly lunch. to see you getting out of a bus worries the employee.

“how is the family, hanseo?”, you ask and answer his smile with one of your own.

“all well and healthy, miss! mr. jeon just got back from his meeting”, he informs you warmly and you bow in thanks.

with swift steps you move to the elevator, ready to make jungkook listen. arriving at the final floor, you greet his secretary with a short hug, your eyes already set on his closed door.

“may i go in?”, you ask mrs. yang – not really up to date on jungkook’s schedule. her knowing eyes stare right through your question.

“he’s all yours for the next hour; i’ll hold all phone calls.” you nod silently grateful for her discretion.

two loud knocks are the only forewarning jungkook gets before you barge into his office. your best friend sits at his desk, the top buttons of his shirt undone. his neatly styled hair and the reading glasses tell you that the last few hours were full of business decisions and negotiations.

his tired eyes look at you in surprise, before they cloud over with indifference.

“_____”

no ‘hey, how’ve you been the last week?’, no ‘did you manage to grab the credit card i forgot at the restaurant i stormed out of?’, no ‘i’m sorry, i canceled your favorite potato dish’.

“jungkook”, you greet him and hate yourself for how soft your voice sounds. your feet won’t allow you to move further into the room as your body stands still right next to the closing door.

a hefty silence sets around you, while the two of you muster the other. you notice the bags under his eyes – even with the expensive concealer covering the dark rings.

“_____”, your best friend says again, uncomfortable with the tension in his office.

“jungkook”, you answer, mimicking his tactic.

two estranged friends smile timidly at each other, before the CEO gets up from his seat and closes the distance. in front of you, he hesitates for a breath, but then you are in his arms. your winter coat and heavy bag create a barrier which jungkook crushes easily. he presses your body close to his chest, the suit jacket tightening around his shoulder blades.

you embrace him back, just as fiercely, and inhale his musky scent. he smells like love and you feel your eyes water.

“you’re a jerk”, you whisper against his neck, not ready to let go, but willing to work through your anger. the former idol huffs and buries his nose deeper in your hair. you can feel his breathe against your scalp and thank the lord with a silent prayer for taking a shower this morning.

“i know”, jungkook admits as he manages to squeeze you tighter at the same time.

“you’re a child”, you continue while drawing soft patterns across his shoulder blades with your fingertips.

“i know”

another silence follow – but it’s one without anger. it feels like going on vacation. nevertheless, problems need to be face, you’ve learned that from your shrink. so, with a heavy heart, you lose your embrace and try to step away from your best friend. after reluctantly holding on to you, he huffs and lets you go.

“have you eaten?”

“jungkook, we need to talk about this”, you tell him while the both of you sit on the leather couch. you have to suppress the impulse to take off your shoes, an old habit after the long nights spent in his office.

“when did you eat lunch, ____?”, he asks again and loses his suit jacket. the white button up shirt underneath looks a size too small, which troubles your heart greatly. jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, his focus remains on your eating habits.

“jungkook, i’ll eat later, promise”, you deflect and pat your bag with the hummus vegetable stew in it. your best friend doesn’t seem impressed.

“you’re upset because i haven’t told you about a close friend of mine”, you start, only to see him grimace at your wording.

“for five months”, he specifies.

“it never came up in conversation, jungkook. you… you don’t know all details of my life”, you justify yourself while mentally bowing at your backbone.

“yesterday, your mother invited me to their vow renewal, i can open a whole art gallery with your food pictures and i helped you plan a funeral for your living room plant last month”, jungkook replies astonished. “i even held the eulogy.”

yeah, fair, you’ll never forget seokjin’s oscar worthy crying scene in front of the calathea. even jimin was impressed.

“but you can’t introduce me to the guy accompanying you to my wedding?” there is a thick, and reasonable, accusation behind his words. you feel your hands sweat as you look at the tired eyes of your best friend.

“i’m afraid you won’t like him”, you offer. it’s the most logical explanation you could come up with after your phone call with taehyung. when truthfully, you are more afraid of the person yoongi will see in you face-to-face with jungkook.

but your best friend seems to buy your white lie. his face softens as he rests one hand on your knee.

“_____”, jungkook starts, “every friend of yours is a friend of mine.” you snort right into his words, not believing him for a second.

“you put my last boyfriend into jail.” the answering chuckle from him does not sound one bit apologetic.

“he was trash.” you know he’s right, still, his distrust was there before it turned out that your ex-boyfriend committed tax fraud.

“what about jisoo?”, you ask. “you’ve never warmed up to her.”

jungkook looks like he just swallowed something bitter at the name of your coworker.

“she hit on me.” his reveal shocks you.

“but she has a fiancé!”, you exclaim, only to see him roll his eyes.

“she hit on me”, he repeats unforgiving.

just… great.

“yoongi is different”, you say softly, not ready to reflect on jisoo’s audacity. it’s quite common for others to hit on jeon jungkook – he’s famous after all. but your own friend?

“let me be the judge”, jungkook demands equally soft and squeezes your knee.

“i’m not asking for your judgement, kookie”, you huff. you don’t need his approval. and yoongi sure as hell doesn’t want it.

“but”, you start again, “i think it’ll be best if you got to know him before the wedding.” you’ve thought about this a lot. it seems like the best course of action. even if you can’t picture yoongi and jungkook in the same room.

“he isn’t invited to the wedding”, your best friend scowls like a child. now you push his hand from your knee, irritated by his actions.

“he is”, you press, not willing to back down. jungkook’s eyes flash in anger.

“you can go with taehyung. he still has to make amends for fucking the DJs”, the CEO offers businesslike and moves up from the couch, like he just singlehandedly solved the problem.

“i don’t need a pity partner, jeon. i – there is a person who actually wants to go with me to your wedding”, you bite back. sure, you had to beg yoongi, but you won’t disclose that now. you’ve seen his gummy smile last week as he tried on expensive suits. he looked way too happy and handsome.

your best friend pushes some documents around his desk, deep in thoughts.

“as my best man you won’t have much time to be with him during the wedding. he will be alone in the midst of strangers. it’ll make him uncomfortable”, he tries to reason. you can’t help but roll your eyes – yoongi’s whole job description is to talk to strangers and make them feel safe. but wait…

“i’m not your best man, jungkook.” you’ve scheduled the event. seokjin’s best man speech comes right before the main course. you even sent the man some keynotes, with topics not to add to his roast.

“you got upgraded”, jungkook states with a shrug. no, no, no, no, no.

“you’ll have to rearrange the seating chart – the place next to my parents’ is now yours.”

“jungkook”, you breathe, astonished by his thoughts, “i’m not your best man.”

he tenses at your refusal, but won’t admit defeat too soon.

“you’re my best friend, so you should be my best man as well”, he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“she was against it at first – some bullshit about gender norms and how the photos will look. but, ____, not talking to you for this long made me realize, that you are way more important than seokjin.”

you can see the red flags wave behind jungkook as you feel your heart quicken at his words.

“jungkook” no longer is your voice angry. the sadness in your tone makes jungkook flinch while looking at you from across the room.

“we’ve both created very – very idolized versions of one another”, you start to explain. “maybe you think of me as important – but jungkook, there is so much we haven’t shared with each other.”

he shakes his head, willing to interrupt, but you hold your hands up in warning.

“jungkook, i lo- i like being with you a lot these last few years. but there are parts of you i’ve never met. i never shared your trainee days with you, the hardship, the success. i was only an unknown fan cheering your band on from afar.”

you take a deep breath. “but even now, you still surprise me with new sides of yourself. leaving me on an island? disinviting my plus one? that’s not the jungkook i know. and that’s sure as hell not someone i want to toast to.”

your best friend looks like you’ve just broken something dear to him and you can feel the defeat in your bones.

“seokjin is your best man, jungkook”, you end and smile at the CEO who won’t look at you anymore. before you can move closer to him, the door opens.

“mr. jeon, your next appointment is waiting.” mrs. yang sounds apologetic and looks uncomfortable between the two of you – so far apart.

jungkook nods at his secretary and she closes the door, leaving you to finish the train wreck of a conversation.

“are we no longer best friends, ____?”, he whispers as he logs into his computer. his posture screams dismissal, but you can see how tensed his shoulders are and how hard is mind is working.

you have to suppress the coo on the tip of your tongue.

“jungkook – you are my best friend. you are a person of the utmost importance to me.”

“you still like me?” i love you, you fool.

“i still like you way too much for my own good.”

he nods silently and you can see the tiniest smile spreading across his lips.

you leave without goodbye, only to feel your phone vibrating in your pocket while the elevator rushes to the lobby.

bring your plus one to this week’s movie night.

before you can send a smiley face in responds, an email form the caterer pops up.

subject: duchess potatoes are back.

_____

happy new year! i hope you all have a healthy and kind 2021! let’s make life better by wearing our masks, helping others in need and supporting those who experienced hardship during this tiering time!

i know i promised yoongi/jungkook cat fight – but the chapter got so ugly that i squeezed in this scene of reader und kookie talking about this mess. so that yoongs won’t bleed during game night.

i’d love to hear from you all, it’s been really silent in my virtual life…

all the best and the warmest of hugs from, dana

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[sunsoothed]

partnership

sorry for not working on the prompts. here's a uhhh. [checks notes] 2.7k words canon-divergence fic for you. fixing episodes 19 and 20! dedicated to the corn salad support group. thank you all! hope you like it. and sorry for any errors!

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-

When Vincenzo watches her go, ready to pull his hair out for the is it for women only question, he senses it. Something behind them, a lurking presence. He taps his foot for a moment, considering, still watching her go.

“Byeonhosa-nim!” He calls. The presence moves, as well.

Chayoung turns.

“Call me when you reach?” It’s meant to be a command, but Vincenzo never really lives up to his tiring image around her. “If- if you’re fine with that, of course.”

Chayoung laughs. “Seriously, byeonhosa-nim, I didn’t expect you to be so worrisome.” She shakes her head. “I’ll call you. Don’t forget to eat!”

Vincenzo nods. Chayoung finally disappears out of sight, to her car, and Vincenzo turns to try and discern whether his worries were unfounded. But there is no lurking presence anywhere, nobody watching them. He sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and debates lunch.

-

Chayoung had called him when she reached, all teasing and light, easing his worry and mounting his mortification. She hangs up with a cheery don’t wait up! And Vincenzo keeps his smile to himself as he hums at the dead line.

Don’t wait up, she had said.

Vincenzo still thinks about it as the evening progresses. When it grows dark out, he finds himself in need of a distraction, so the TV’s turned to one of the variety shows Hanseo had introduced him to, and he’s plucking his wine glass out of the cabinet, when —

Vincenzo knows bad omens when he sees them. He’s not surprised by the sounds outside his unit. Even less so at the letter.

It’s what inside that sets his insides frozen, still. Chayoung’s earring, covered in blood. Vincenzo bites his lip, caught between disbelief and a consuming fear. Turns back, contemplating, and eventually washes hs hands in a rush, picks up his phone, and runs down.

-

When Chayoung picks up her phone, he’s beyond relieved. “You’re okay?”

Chayoung’s greeting is cut off. “Of course I am. Are you?”

“I got… a gift.”

“Is gratitude something so foreign to you that you need to come running to me?” Chayoung asks drily. “Byeonhosa-nim, you really —”

“I think,” Vincenzo cuts in, probably breaking a speeding law, “I think Jang Hanseok is out.”

“What did you get?” Chayoung asks, and she moves, Vincenzo can hear. She sounds like she’s standing up.

“You earring,” Vincenzo admits. “It was covered in blood.”

“Now that you mention it,” Chayoung murmurs, “There are some suspicious people here.”

“I’m on my way,” He replies. “Just be careful.”

“You’re really making me feel like I can’t fend for myself, byeonhosa-nim.”

Vincenzo blinks. He can’t exactly discern her tone, is she… angry?

“I’m sorry —”

“Don’t,” Chayoung sighs. “Don’t start. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

Through some uneasiness, Vincenzo answers, “Okay.”

-

Yeonhwa will admit, she hadn’t expected Chayoung to show up. Her classmate’s always been rather flaky about these events, she doesn't usually come unless she has bad blood or business (or both) with someone.

So it was definitely a surprise when Hong Chayoung walked through the doors of the banquet hall, suit impressive and gait confident. Yeonhwa wasn’t sure what her intention was, but she had that tenacity in her that she’s always had, so it musn’t be anything out of the ordinary.

“Hwang byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung greets her with a mock-bow. “It’s been a while.”

“Hong byeonhosa-nim,” Yeonhwa mimics, “I haven’t seen you around these parts lately.”

It takes a moment for the screen to shatter, and they both laugh before they take their seats.

“Remember Professor Eun?” Yeonhwa asks, leaning close, already slipping into their old familiarity. “He’s the dean now.”

“Really?” Chayoung asks, genuinely surprised. “Why’d they pick such a bore?”

Yeonhwa shrugs, and they return their attention to the speeches being presented. Her leg begins bouncing under the table, and she’s unsure if Chayoung can sense it or not.

“By the way,” Yeonhwa says, unable to keep to herself even for a moment into the next speaker’s presentation, “Have things been okay with you? I haven’t been keeping up much with the news, but I heard about your father.”

Chayoung smiles at her gratefully. “Thanks for asking. I’ve been… dealing with it.” Dealing with it, Yeonhwa thinks to herself. It doesn’t really seem like it.

She sees something in Chayoung’s eyes, something raw beyond comprehension, some hurt. She places a hand on Chayoung’s arm, aiming to reassure. “I know we don’t keep in touch much, but if you need anything…”

“Thanks, Yeonhwa-yah,” Chayoung says. Odd. She actually feels the sincerity this time. “You’ve always been so kind.”

Has it been so long since she’s just had… a friend?

Chayoung swallows. Yeonhwa notes this, from the corner of her eye, and she realises that this must be why Chayoung’s been so distant.

It’ll be a long night, she supposes. Hopefully she can take Chayoung out for drinks after this.

-

Turns out, Yeonhwa cannot take Chayoung out for drinks after this, because she first gets a phone call that makes her sigh in a fond way, then makes her jittery in a terrible way, and second — Yeonhwa thinks this is the most confusing thing — there’s a man here to see Chayoung.

They were really just minding their own business after the speeches had ended, piling their plates with food and actually having a pleasant conversation when this trenchcoat clad man had burst in, fast on his feet, and Chayoung had stood up.

Yeonhwa blinks, uncomprehending, as she watches the interaction in front of her. The man — Mr Black Trenchcoat — is walking rather swiftly towards Chayoung. There’s some decided determination in his steps and when he reaches her —

Yeonhwa blinks even more. He cups Chayoung’s face. His thumbs brush her cheeks, and it’s so… unlike Chayoung to just stand there and take it.

Or, well, it doesn't exactly look like she’s taking it, she’s… enjoying this. Oh, Yeonhwa registers. Obviously Chayoung knows his man, but she hadn’t mentioned a boyfriend, or a partner or a husband or an anyone. Yeonhwa watches, puzzled, as they look into each other’s eyes and Chayoung finds some reassurance there.

Chayoung puts her hands against the man’s, and she says something to him, and he nods and backs down.

“Yeonhwa-yah.” Chayoung turns to her abruptly. Yeonhwa is shocked out of her confused stupor. She’s picking up her stuff, her phone goes into her pocket and her handbag to Mr Black Trenchcoat. “I need to go. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Chayoung!” Yeonhwa calls, a little louder than intended, “Promise.”

Chayoung blinks at her, halfway out of her chair. “Promise?”

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch,” Yeonhwa elaborates. “You always say you will but you never do. Promise me.”

Chayoung swallows, and Yeonhwa’s sure they’re feeling the same thing now. She bites her lip, then she holds out her hand, fisted, save for her pinky finger. “I promise.”

Yeonhwa smiles. She reciporcates, twining her pinky with Chayoung’s, and sealing the promise.

“I’m here for you, remember?” Yeonhwa implores, before Chayoung can take off.

Chayoung nods, and then Chayoung hugs her, squeezing tight. “Thank you, Yeonhwa. Thank you so much.”

Yeonhwa smiles wider, tightening her arms around Chayoung for a moment before letting her go. “Take care, hm?”

Chayoung nods. “You too.”

And she runs off with Mr Black Trenchcoat who holds her handbag for her and seems to treasure her, because he holds her hand tight. She can tell, by the look on his face, what Chayoung means to him. He’s also well-versed in loving Hong Chayoung, Yeonhwa thinks, and Yeonhwa smiles, for if her first love is happy, then she’s happy.

-

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung says, as she meets Vincenzo outside Geumga Plaza, after parking her car. They had maintained their speed well within the permission of the law.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Vincenzo replies.

Chayoung sighs, walking to him, and then pushing him along as they enter the plaza. “I need to talk to you about something,” She says, “But let’s get to the bottom of whatever you were gifted first.”

Vincenzo gulps. He’s in for a scolding, isn’t he?

Reckless, he prepares himself. Reckless, thoughtless, inconsiderate.

Jipuragi is cold when they enter, no sign Mr Nam around. Vincenzo retrieves the earrings, the envelope, and presents it to Chayoung.

“It can’t be anyone else,” He says. He stands at the table, leaning over Chayoung, who’s sitting at the head. “It has to be him.”

Chayoung hums, finding the earrings she’s wearing now extremely unnerving. She reaches up to undo them. “Do we have any way to confirm it?”

Vincenzo tilts his head. “Jang Hanseo?”

Chayoung sets the earrings down on the table, drums her fingers over it. She doesn’t like this idea — she still hasn’t warmed up to him. “I suppose he’s our best bet.”

Vincenzo nods, retrieves his phone from his pocket, ready to call but he’s not sure what stops him.

“Something’s wrong,” Chayoung says, to a pin-drop silence.

Vincenzo stares at the door, something sinking in his gut.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung says, now desperate. She stands. “Did you see anyone when we came in?”

Vincenzo wants to shake his head, but he can’t take his eyes off the door. “Byeonhosa-nim,” He says, a warning. “Get down.”

That’s when the first bullet comes.

-

It’s cramped in the space between Vincenzo’s sofa and the bay window, but it’s their best bet. Chayoung tucks her knees to her chest, scooting closer to the corner to accommodate Vincenzo.

“No one’s picking up,” Vincenzo whispers. “We can’t go out.”

Chayoung swallows. Her throat is extremely dry. “So we wait it out, then.”

Vincenzo exhales, nodding. “Do you need anything?”

She shakes her head. “Come closer, they’ll see you from side of the sofa.”

So Vincenzo comes closer, and in this narrow space, the tension is undeniable.

“I’m sorry,” He says abruptly. “About earlier today.”

“What about earlier today?”

“For coming to… rescue you.”

“Rescue me,” Chayoung scoffs. “I should’ve seen something like this coming, you know.”

“What…” Vincenzo bites his lip. “What exactly are you referring to, byeonhosa-nim?”

“A showdown. Maybe one of us getting shot or something,” Chayoung lets her head fall back against the wall. “Losing.”

Vincenzo doesn’t want to snatch hope from his partner. Not after all he’s already taken from her. We haven’t lost yet — “We —”

“Also your… overprotection.”

That certainly makes the gears in his head still. “My…”

“I mean, I know it’s practical. I’m not a member of the Mafia, I can’t fight people like you. I’m just a regular lawyer, only fucked up slightly more than the system usually makes us.”

Vincenzo pulls his knees up to his chest as well, then settles his forehead against them and just… looks.

“I hate that I can’t fend for myself.”

“Who said you can’t?” Vincenzo tries, but it sounds empty to his own ears as well.

“Stop it, byeonhosa-nim. You of all people know I that I can’t. You saw me that day, when they came to kill me in my house.”

Vincenzo blinks up at her. “You can still learn.”

Chayoung glances at him, sideways, through her lashes. “You think so?”

He hums. “You can learn some martial arts. Or do it the organic way.”

“The organic way?”

“Let yourself loose out on the street. Offend some people. I’m sure you’ll find a sparring partner eventually.”

Chayoung snorts. “A sparring parter? Is that how you learnt?”

“I’m sure it added to my experience,” Vincenzo considers.

“But seriously,” Chayoung says. “Martial arts?”

He nods. “They don’t only help with strength; balance of mind, self-control, expelling worldly desires…”

“Expelling worldly desires,” Chayoung mocks. “Sounds like your exact opposite.”

Vincenzo has nothing to add. The unbearable silence roots itself more firmly, solidifies itself in their dark surroundings.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung says, a timid moment later. “Once you get your gold out… what will you do?”

Vincenzo finds his eyes looking away from Chayoung for the first time since they’ve settled here. He swallows. “Genuinely?”

“Genuinely.”

“I want to stay here.”

“In Korea?”

“With you.”

Chayoung goes still. “With me?”

Vincenzo finds it in himself to look at her again. “Do you still not know?”

“Of course I know,” She says. “I just… didn’t expect a confession in a situation like this.”

“I’ll be more predictable in the future,” Vincenzo promises. “Can I have another chance?”

Chayoung laughs, now, high, hysterical. “You don’t get another chance at a confession.”

“So that’s how it works,” Vincenzo says, to his knees. “Then I suppose your expectations can’t get worse.”

Chayoung glares at him.

“I love you.”

Chayoung stops glaring at him. “You love me?”

Vincenzo nods. “I do.”

“You…”

“I just want you to know,” He says. “You don’t have to reply.”

So Chayoung doesn’t. She stares ahead, at the arm of the sofa, and says nothing.

Well, Vincenzo thinks. This wasn’t how he had expected this to go.

“Byeonhosa-nim,” Chayoung says. “You can’t practice law here.”

“I’ll study for the bar exam.”

“You won’t have to, though,” She continues. “You don’t have to work another day in your life.”

“What do you suggest I do, then?”

“You can stay home. Maybe you can learn how to cook. Or clean the place.”

“You’re trying to domesticate me.”

“Is it working?”

Vincenzo tilts his head. “... A little.”

Chayoung laughs. “That won’t be too bad, though, would it? You could be my house-husband.”

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, byeonhosa-nim?”

“We’re engaged,” Chayoung argues. “I’m just discussing our marriage.”

Vincenzo smiles, huffs out a laugh. “I adore you.”

Chayoung glances at him, shy. She looks at her knees for a moment, then speaks softly. “Me too.”

There’s a lull in conversation. The air is solid. Chayoung gulps, and she shifts closer.

“Tell me if you’re not okay with this, hm?”

Vincenzo looks at her leaning in and closes his eyes. She’s steeled herself, coming closer with purpose. Vincenzo waits for the softness to come, for something to go off within him, because if being with Chayoung sets him alight, kissing Chayoung —

Doesn’t happen.

Vincenzo’s apartment’s door is kicked down in a flourish, and there are footsteps everywhere, and Chayoung is holding her hands above her head now.

Vincenzo turns to face the music. It’s about time, he supposes. He isn’t supposed to have good things in life, anyway. He’s a murderer.

He exhales, cracks his neck, and turns, ready to stand and fight at any moment. But it’s Mr Nam, who holds a torchlight to his face, blinking owlishly.

“So you’re here,” He says, then looks at Chayoung. “Did I interrupt something?”

-

“You… took them down by yourselves?” Chayoung asks for the third time, in disbelief.

Around the large, make-shift table at Toto’s, the tenants nods and chorus a we did for the third time.

Chayoung looks at Vincenzo. “They took them down by themselves.”

Vincenzo nods, and for the third time, says, “They did, tesoro.”

Chayoung processes it. “So… there’s nothing left to do now?”

“We need to clean up,” Heesoo-unnie says. “Those bastards are all still laying dead on the floor.”

“Right,” Chayoung says, nodding. “I’m sorry, you said you took down Jang Hanseok’s men all by yourselves?”

-

In the end, it’s not too hard to find Jang Hanseok, even less hard to confine him to his suffering. Choi Myunghee is served as she deserves, and Vincenzo and Chayoung lay low for three months for the discoveries to blow over.

It won’t be enough to cover their trail, they know, but the gold and the Guillotine file are in their hands, and the world could use some order in chaos.

Vincenzo does, eventually, end up as Chayoung’s house-husband. He has her dinner ready every evening she returns from work or her taekwondo class, and his world’s a happier place for it.

In deep evening, when the city picks up life and the city scents sleep, they sometimes go out for dinner and drinks, or game night with their Geumga family, or Chayoung catches a movie with Yeonhwa.

And at late night, when it’s just them against the dying cityscape, Chayoung will cup her husband’s face in her hands and remind him of his place in the world. Vincenzo will be grateful for it until he can handle it, and then some more, for what is love, if not growth?

[sxfik]

I dont want to talk about the last episode of vincenzo so i will talk about episode 18 instead. Alright here we go!

Everyone knows that scene where hanseok finally got arrested. He asked the detective to give him time to talk with his little brother alone. Then hanseo finally stood up for himself, which evoked a negative reaction from hanseok.

Hanseok threatened him, "do you really have a death wish?" And he stepped closer to hanseo who (after all those years of abuse) has the survival instinct that made him stumble backwards and kinda raise his hand as a means to protect himself.

Right after this, they showed us a really short scene of the detective glancing at them. And i just thought, what was that??? Did the detective notice something going on between the brothers??? Maybe im just overthinking it, but i seriously cant get it out of my head ugh

hello!! thank you for sending in an ask!!

LMAO MOOD me avoiding rewatching the finale (except for the end bc ✨✨✨)

i just rewatched that scene you were talking about and yeah i just noticed the prosecutor/detective ? (i dont remember who exactly he is) looking over when han seo gasped and stepped back when han seok stepped forward. i assumed he was just curious about why he made that noise ? or maybe just curious about their conversation?

but im pretty sure the detective/prosecutor was in chief prosecutor han's pocket, so i dont think he suspected anything and he was just curious ? i mean until that point, the jang brothers' (i hate calling them brothers so much bc han seo DESERVED BETTER) relationship was very buddy-buddy to the public eye (especially bc han seo did all the introductions for han seok and was all "oh i love and respect him and he's my role model) and han seok and han seo had that posing moment when han seok was introduced as the new chairman. so i think it was just him being surprised from han seo having that reactions

feel free to add on and we can discuss more about this!!

[dongyeonsimp]

Han Seo: So how'd you figure out I wasn't the real chairman, hyung?

Vincenzo not wanting to hurt his feelings: W-well...

Mr Nam: He figured out the first time he met you that someone like you couldn't be the leader. He even laughed about it.

Han Seo: Oh :(

[di-tzy]

oh yeah i’ll post my ramble abt the inconsistencies with chayoung’s morals and internal conflict too bc im really Bitter abt it (sorry if im being a negative nancy rn but i just needed to get this out)

i REALLY enjoy chayoung’s character and her development, in concept. how the writers executed it was a bit iffy, in my humble opinion.

like, they almost completely disregarded her moral conflicts/dilemma in the later parts of the series (though my memory is Foggy so take this criticism with a grain of salt).

when vincenzo left in ep 19? 20? the show’s focus moved to chayoung living a decent life without any murders or torturing inconveniencing her as a lawyer. but...what abt that whole thing with her morals not lining up with vincenzo’s? what happened to that conversation after they blew up one of their inside men in that babel auction thing?

its weird how chayoung’s life is suddenly back to normal now that vin’s gone? shouldnt they have shown her conflicts and the consequences of those actions affecting her and how she worked? like, how would she see the world now after the vincenzo ordeal?

and it’s not just when vincenzo left either, they had multiple chances to show how all of this actually affected her? and ik chayoung’s a very mentally strong ‘girlboss’ type of character but after the promise she made to vincenzo in one of the earlier episodes abt him not going as far as to murder people and after her being hesitant abt the guy getting blown up by vincenzo in that babel auction ep thing, i dont think thats a valid excuse/reason???

actually, why Is the guy blowing up the thing that broke her? she wasnt even directly involved with it. didnt she murder a group of people in a car by pumping gas into it and not giving them any chance to breathe (which badass btw)?? why didnt That break her?

also another thing: as much as i adore hanseo and his character, they couldve used those episodes to shed some light onto chayoung instead??? like the hanseo episodes were kinda sudden and they built up so much from there when that time couldve been used to give chayoung screentime and development as a character?? shes a MAIN CHARACTER ffs

anyway, if yall have any opinions please tell me 🦀🦀 this whole ramble probably doesnt make sense but i will defend chayoung til im dead BAHDHAS

[nerds4eddiemunson]

some headcanons of hanseo that i can’t stop thinking abt bc he is currently everything to me..

- he is not dumb. can’t believe this has to be said but stop spreading hanseo himbo allegations!! that was all an act. a coping mechanism, if you will. he’s actually very much academically smart! the type of person to speak many languages and be top of the class. but of course, that all went to waste when hanseok decided to use him as his puppet. and his smarts were never appreciated even before that, because of course.. his psycho brother demanded all the attention.

- he never felt smart because he was never smart in a business way. which was all the importance to his family. he’s smart in a humanities/liberal arts way. he never wanted to be a ceo or even in the business field. he just loves academics - that was the only way he could ever escape from the hectic expectations of his home life.

- he’s a curious boy. he has too many things he wants to do!! he’s never been able to pinpoint his exact future (which his family shamed him for) because he loved everything a little too much (not business of course.. never that sort of stuff).

- he’s a homebody. and a clean freak. and a dog person.

- his favourite season is fall!! he loves coffee (or any hot beverages) and he loves watching all the orange dried leaves fall slowly when they’d just been in full green bloom.. of course, fall also brings halloween! which he adores. it was the only time he was ever able to be somebody else, even if only for a day. (as soon as they’d turned teenagers, hanseok declared halloween “too childish”, again bereaving hanseo of one of his very few pleasures in life.)

- after escaping hanseok’s grasp (let’s say, in an alternate world..), he wants to do everything he can!! he goes to pottery classes, learns floristry, writes poetry (badly) and even paints. he tries going to college but it takes a while to decide on a course, or what he wants his career to be.. it makes him spiral so he crosses that off his list temporarily, just to do whatever he wants in the moment!

- he hates suits. and dress shoes. he makes it his life goal to never have to wear those stupid things ever again. so, he buys tons of coloured converses (blue being his favourite). and knitted sweaters, some even with silly slogans and cartoon characters.

- he loves jazz and rnb.. i just know it. he’s become a complete record player/record collector. he even paints some of them

i’ll probably think of a lot more very soon but these are the current thoughts.. pls share your own hanseo headcanons i miss him so much!!