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theje0ngs · 3 years ago

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JJH | 𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝙃𝙄𝙈?

“Why him?”

“People always say you get butterflies or fireworks when you see someone you like, when you talk to them, when you hold their hand. It wasn’t like that with Jaehyun.”

PAIRING/CHARACTERS ✎ jaehyun x fem!reader ft. brother!johnny

GENRE/CATEGORY ✎ just pure fluff and romance(?)

DETAILS ✎ part of the ‘no more roses’ collab hosted by @cosmiclatte28; flower option: daffodils (happiness & new beginning).

CONTENT WARNINGS ✎ profanity, mentions food

WORD COUNT ✎ 4.8k

GELA SAYS ✎ HAPPY JAEHYUN DAY! in commemoration to jaehyun’s birthday and valentine’s, here’s a fic for you guys! this was such an interesting collab and i enjoyed writing this one! i added johnny as the brother because... well, johnny gives me big brother vibes lol and this has like a lot of dialogues because i was aiming for a interview/video type of thing.

SONG REC ✎ my brothers and i - didn’t see it coming

HAPPY READING!

“Hey guys, it’s Johnny.” Johnny greets, waving to the cameras positioned in every angle of the room.

Everybody inside the white-colored film production warehouse were wary of their actions and minimized their voices. Johnny, in their group, is known to be the one who loves photography and film. Everybody knows that he puts a lot of effort when it comes to those two things. To him, it is a privilege to be the one to arrange your wedding video. It was his plan actually— he was the one who suggested it and was willing to create an interview for you and Jaehyun.

Even though you and Johnny were siblings, there are some things he’s willing to learn about you and your relationship with his groupmate, Jaehyun. He was so sure that he isn’t the only one who’s dying to know. He’s sure most of your family and friends are too. Your relationship with Jaehyun, to sum it up, has always been so lowkey and private that even your brother took a few months before he figured that Jaehyun, and you were going out.

“This video isn’t my usual content, this is not JCC or whatever.” he chuckled, holding onto the little script he made, “This is actually a very special video; something I’m sure that I will only create once in a lifetime, so I made sure to put a lot of effort and used all my connections just to make this video. As you can see, we used high-tech cameras!”

“As you all know, my not-so-little-sister is getting married. I still can’t believe it because in my head, she’s still so young. She’s still the little girl I wished to my parents— even though I wanted a baby brother, the heavens gave me a little sister.” Johnny jokes, “Nevertheless, I’m very happy to be her big brother. Though I missed a lot of events in her life because I was building a career in Korea, while she was in Chicago, working hard to enter med school.”

Johnny flips the paper onto the next page, not wanting to be emotional so early. “To my sister, and to my soon-to-be, no, by the time this video is uploaded, my brother-in-law. This is one of my gifts to the both of you.”

You and Jaehyun, hand in hand, enter the warehouse after receiving the cue from the production team, they guide you to the middle of the set where a black couch was placed next to Johnny, who was sitting on a single chair. As soon as you sat down and got comfortable next to your fiancé, you smiled at the camera and to your brother.

“Gee, I can’t believe that my sibling and the person I treated as my brother for years are getting married!” Johnny gagged jokingly, you shot him a threatened look. “I’m just kidding. Please introduce yourself to our viewers.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Hi everyone, I’m Y/N Suh, I’m Johnny’s sister.”

“Hi! I’m Jaehyun of NCT, and fortunately, I will be Johnny’s brother-in-law.”

“We’re gonna be stuck with each other forever, dude.” Johnny comments, “Just imagine, you’re marrying my sister. It’s like you’re marrying me as well.”

“Johnny, seriously?”

Your brother chuckles, turning the script to another page. “Back to the main purpose of this video… Could you tell us how long you have been together?”

“We’ve been together for five years.” Jaehyun answered, a little bit shocked by the number.

“I know this question sounds silly, but for the sake of the viewers, how did you two meet?”

“We met after my college graduation,” You answered, “I remember moving to Korea for Med School. Mom, Dad and I thought that it would be better to practice medicine in the country because they planned to move back here once they retire.”

“Okay hold on,” Johnny interrupted, “I thought the reason why you entered Med School here is because our parents had sent you to spy on me!”

“Johnny, I arrived here when you were 26. Did you seriously think mom and dad would still ask me to spy on you when you were that old?”

SIX YEARS AGO.

Johnny called the members of 127 for a ‘short meeting’ at their apartment. The eight men were seated in a circle in the living room, some were on the floor – busy playing and scrolling through their phones while the others took the couch and were talking with each other. Despite his jolly, playful and cheerful personality, Johnny can be intimidating sometimes. Especially when he’s serious. The older boy stood tall in the middle of the living room with his hand shoved in his pocket, his foot anxiously tapping on the floor as he stared at his wristwatch. Any minute now, his little sister will be arriving.

“As you all know, Y/N will be staying with me– us, for a week until she moves into her own apartment. I know we treat each other as brothers, so please… I beg of you all, do not hit on my sister.” Johnny said, putting a stress on each word.

Taeil’s laughter breaks the awkward silence surrounding the room, “I can’t speak for these people, but I won’t hit on Y/N.”

“Taeil promised, you should all promise me as well.” Johnny whined, stomping his foot like a toddler until the members nodded their heads. “Great, she’s in the lobby right now. I’m gonna fetch her. Meeting adjourned!”

When the elevator doors opened, Johnny saw you outside the building, paying the taxi driver. It has been years since he last saw you in person, the last time was in your first year of university. You remember your older brother sulked for a few days when you weren’t able to come home or watch his concert due to hectic schedules at the university. Since then, you only see each other through FaceTime and other social media platforms. Seeing him again after years made you reminisce about the little things you experienced with your brother growing up. Your childhood and teenage years spent with Johnny was fun; he was always that chill, annoying yet protective brother, the one who randomly stared at you just to annoy you, the one who read your middle school diaries, and the one who would never let you forget about the time you slipped on the stairs when you were in high school.

Johnny just couldn’t believe it; you were already finished with university and will be attending medical school. In his eyes, you were still that little girl who stole his lollipop.

“How’s mom and dad? How’s Chicago?” He asked, helping you put your luggages on the trolley.

“They’re fine, mom cried when she and dad dropped me off at the airport.” you answered, “Chicago’s the same. I’m also doing great— not that you asked.”

“Please, don’t you think I know that?” He teased, pushing the trolley to the elevator. “Welcome to Korea, little one. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, dummy. And you’re acting like I haven’t stepped foot in this country, hello? I’ve been here a couple of times!”

Jaehyun and Haechan were the only ones left in the living room, Taeil, Doyoung and Yuta went out for a quick snack run. Taeyong was in his room, making yet another song with Mark, and Jungwoo was sleeping in their shared bedroom on the 10th floor. He isn’t usually the one who stays in the common area of the 5th floor dorm, but because he was watching a series with loud sound effects that would only disturb his roommate, he opted to stay in the living room with the youngest. He was preparing snacks when he heard the front door open, Johnny was back.

“Oh, Jaehyun, you’re still here.” Johnny greets, kicking his shoes off and pushed the trolley inside the room.

“Yeah, Haechan and I are planning to finish the final season of this series we’re watching.” Jaehyun said, smiling at you and offered his hand. “Hi.”

You smiled back, shaking his hand. “Hello, I’m Y/N. Johnny’s—”

“Bup bup bup bup bup!” Your brother removes Jaehyun’s hand from yours and faces you. “You’re tired, it’s past midnight. You need rest.”

“I was actually hoping to eat some ramen—”

Johnny opened the door of his bedroom, gently pushing you inside. He pointed two fingers to his eyes then to Jaehyun’s, “I’m watching you.” he said, closing the door.

The younger man chuckled, holding a bowl of popcorn, and sat next to Haechan. He was about to hit play, but Haechan grabbed the remote control from his hand with a sly smile on his face.

“You like Y/N, don’t you?”

“What are you on, Haechan?” Jaehyun laughed, “I’m not, I’m just being friendly to let her know she’s welcome here.”

Haechan shook his head, not satisfied with Jaehyun’s answer. “Please, I’ve known you for so long. Your smile and the little ‘hi’ basically tells me that you like her.”

Jaehyun shook his head, took the remote from the youngest’s hand and played the video. Jaehyun was a hundred percent sure he doesn’t like you, he made a promise to Johnny that he wouldn’t hit on you. Besides, this was the first time he’s seen you in person.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

“Damn it, Haechan!”

“I didn’t actually expect him to be the one you’re dating, Y/N. I was thinking it was Mark at first because they were the same age and were always so close whenever he had movie nights at the dorm or her apartment,” Johnny said, earning a laugh from Jaehyun. “And even though I don’t want to admit it, Y/N and Jaehyun hiding their relationship from me made me sulk for a week.”

“What do you mean ‘a week’? You didn’t bother talking to me for almost a month!”

“The viewers don’t need to know that Y/N!”

Jaehyun laughs next to you as he watches you and Johnny bicker. “Do you remember the time we won a daesang? You invited Y/N to join us for dinner, right?” Jaehyun chimes in, “You were confused that we came in together at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, because Y/N told me you and her coincidentally met at a coffee shop.”

“We went out for a movie that day.”

Johnny gasps dramatically, “IS THIS WHAT BETRAYAL FEELS LIKE?”

“We weren’t dating at the time yet, Jae!” You said, “We went out to see a movie as friends.”

“HOLD ON, YOU WERE FRIENDS?!”

“What? Your friends can’t be my friends?”

It was one of those days where you randomly visit your brother and the members, random, surprise visits because most of your time is spent inside the lecture hall— learning about human anatomy and biochemistry. Five months have passed since you moved from Chicago to Seoul, it was a big change for you. From the environment to the people around you. The members have accepted and treated you like their own sister, often messaging you and asking how you were doing. Medical school is hard; harder than it was when you were a pre-med student. You were surviving off of take-out and instant foods. Doyoung and Taeyong were nice enough to serve you home cooked meal, reminding you of the time where your mom would visit you at the university and bring you your favorite meal.

It happens that one of those days, Jaehyun had asked you out for a movie. He happened to see you walking with a bunch of pizza boxes in the hallway and decided to shoot his shot. You were so confused at first - why did he ask you? Was it a date? A friendly date or a potential-lover type of date? And even though you tell your brother almost everything, you opted not to tell him this one. You were sure that Johnny would go crazy and be mad, but if things go south with Jaehyun, you wouldn’t worry about any possible situation about those two. You didn’t want to ruin the bond they created for years just because things didn’t go the way you expected.

Despite his and your busy schedule, always clashing against each other, you finally set a date. The day after they won a daesang. It was kind of a double celebration for Jaehyun, one, they won a great award. Two, he was finally going out on a date with you. He rented a whole cinema, good for two movies— one movie was the latest Spiderman, the other was his favorite movie.

“Jaehyun, what are we?” You asked, turning to look at him, who was busy munching on snacks. “You asked me out on a date, you take me here, in an empty cinema. Why… why are you doing this?”

Jaehyun stopped, he could feel himself break a cold sweat. “We… We are friends, aren't we?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You replied, returning your attention back to the screen. “Friends.”

After the movie, since you agreed to have dinner with the boys to commemorate their recent win, you and Jaehyun headed off to the restaurant. Johnny had his eyebrow raised when he saw you two enter the private room together, but you brushed it all off by saying that you saw each other at a coffee shop nearby and decided to come together. Satisfied, your brother nodded his head and offered you a seat next to him.

“How was it?” Haechan asked the older man, keeping his tone as low as possible.

He sighs, “I think I blew it off. She asked what we were, I got too scared to confess and told her we were friends.”

“Oh yeah you did blow it off,”

“Why are you guys whispering? Care to share?” Mark chimes in, curious as to why the two guys have their heads close to each other.

Haechan and Jaehyun shared a look, deciding whether to let Mark in on their little secret or not. The two got quiet as if they were conversing telepathically. “Oh, come on, are you gonna tell me or not?” Mark whined.

“Promise me you’ll keep this a secret? Only you, Haechan and I know about this.”

“I don’t remember the two of you having a conversation with each other.” Johnny interrupts Jaehyun’s story, “It was always Y/N and Mark or Y/N and Haechan because they’re closer in age. I assumed it was Mark because you’re the same age, Y/N!”

“Yeah, those two actually helped us get closer.” You answered, “Haechan always teased Jaehyun about liking someone whenever I’m around. I thought you knew or at least got the hint from it.”

“I did notice that Haechan did that a lot, but I just assumed he did that to annoy Jaehyun.”

“He dropped a lot of hints, John. Even Mark. Like a lot.”

“Haechan knew that I asked Y/N out on a date, by the way.” Jaehyun said, “Haechan, if you’re watching this— thank you so much, bro.”

“Haechan, you… I can’t believe it. He and I were roommates at the time!”

Weeks have passed since the date happened; you never saw Jaehyun again after that. Returning to your old lives, him preparing for a concert, and you studying. You planned to avoid Jaehyun for as long as you can, but your plans were interrupted when your mom asked you to bring some things to your brother.

“Hey, Y/N. What brings you to SM?” Mark asked, pressing the elevator button, and stood next to you.

“Ah, mom sent this care package and a few baby pictures of Johnny today. I’m dropping them off before I head out of town.”

The elevator door opens, Mark, being the gentleman he was, lets you ride first and pressed the button of the designated floor the two of you were going. The ride on the lift wasn’t awkward at all, Mark was telling you a funny story of how Johnny tripped during practice the other day and other things to keep you company. And as you reach the top floor, he asked you a question.

“Are you and Jaehyun a thing?”

Maybe your heart skipped a beat, you were taken aback. Were you two really a thing? Because aside from that movie ‘date’ and Jaehyun asking you out, you didn’t have any interactions anymore. You shook your head, stepping out of the elevator, “Why’d you ask?”

“I know you and him went out for a movie— Spiderman, right?” Your eyes widened, “Don’t worry, as much as I am close to Johnny, I won’t tell him anything that happened between you and Jaehyun. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“I don’t know what we are, Mark. I asked him what we were, and he replied we’re friends.” stated you, “I’m not really good at reading people, so I don’t know what’s going on inside his head.”

Mark nodded his head, satisfied with the answer he got from you. When he pushed the door of the practice room open, you were greeted by the members and your brother. He took the small box from your grasp, opening it and grabbed a few photographs. Johnny proudly showed the members the photographs from his childhood and yours, laughing and telling memories you shared in Chicago.

“Johnny, I have to go. I still have to pack my things for Busan.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Johnny said, standing up, “Do you want me to drive you there? How long are you going to stay there?”

“No need, my classmate already offered me a ride. We’re using his car.”

“‘His’? You’re going with your boyfriend?” Your brother teased, “Finally— someone keeping my sister late at night!”

You rolled your eyes, taking your bag from him. “The only thing that’s keeping me up at night are the books that cost much more than my monthly rent.”

“How long are you staying in Busan, Y/N?” asked Haechan, then looked at Jaehyun with a grin.

“Two weeks? Maybe even three.”

Jaehyun chokes on the water he was drinking, wetting his shirt, that long? You’ll be gone that long? ‘Why do I even bother, it’s not like I see her every day. It’s gonna be fine, she’s not dating that guy, and she’s coming back.’ Jaehyun reassured himself, “I’m gonna- I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He said, rushing to the door.

You said goodbye to the members, walking faster towards the elevator to avoid Jaehyun - your number 1 agenda. But damn, time and the universe were playing with you. Despite your fast-paced walk, Jaehyun managed to follow you to the elevator, even barely getting inside as he entered when the door was almost a few inches close. You stare at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. Jaehyun, the person who’s confident around thousands, millions even, of fans got all shy and awkward around you. He couldn’t find the right words.

As the number on top of the door decreases, so does Jaehyun’s time to talk to you. His solution? Pressed the emergency button, causing the elevator to stop in the middle of the building.

“Jaehyun, what the—”

“Give me a few seconds to talk, please.” He blurted; you nodded your head. “First off, I’m sorry I said that we’re only friends a few weeks ago. The truth is I like you; I really like you and I’m just… I’m a coward and I’m scared that maybe you don’t feel the same with me. I like you since Johnny showed me a picture of you graduating. It was a happy crush at first, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you when you arrived in Korea months ago. I’m so dumb, I never should’ve said that we’re only friends, I should’ve confessed to you that night, but I was… actually I’m just scared of Johnny.”

You chuckled, “You like me? Like, you really like me?”

“I do. I really do.”

“So, after the two of you got stuck in the elevator… you’ve been dating since then?”

You shook your head, “You know that episode on The Big Bang Theory where Leonard and Penny were trying again for their relationship, so they agreed to have some sort of beta test.” You explained, “That’s how we did it. We realized we don’t know each other personally so we did the relationship beta test as a way to get to know each other.”

“We started dating officially by the end… I think it was her finals during her first year in Med School.”

“Mhm, and remember when you visited me at my place while I was studying and you asked why I wouldn’t let you inside my room because it was a mess?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“It’s because Jaehyun was inside my room.”

| Jaehyun: Have you eaten yet?

| Y/N: Not yet. Studying for finals tomorrow.

“Where are you going?” asked Taeyong, making all the heads of the present members who were watching a movie in the living room turn around.

“Uh, out? For a walk.”

“It’s 12 o’ clock.”

“Yeah, I uh— uh… had a big meal, gonna walk as an exercise.”

What a lame excuse, Jaehyun. He thought, but they bought it. He slipped on a pair of shoes and a mask, carefully closing the front door. Since you and Jaehyun agreed to do this relationship beta test, things have been going on so well and you were getting to know each other better. It’s been a few months since this started. As the day goes by, Jaehyun gets scared that you might get tired and eventually call it quits. He has been meaning to ask you the question you have been avoiding, but the thing is, he doesn’t know when to ask you. He did try once, when you were filled up with wine and fell asleep on the couch. He didn’t receive any answer from you then.

He knows your routine during exams, study for 18 hours, eat for one, sleep for five. And that cycle repeats for a week or two during exam season. As tiring as his job can be, Jaehyun has no idea how you can survive that kind of routine. To ensure that you were eating, Jaehyun brought a bunch of healthy take-outs. And since you don’t want to be bothered while studying, Jaehyun knew the passcode of your apartment (which you gave with your consent). He prepares the table for you, leaving a space for your notes and books on the dining table, a few inches away from the food.

“I smelled spicy soup,” you said, walking towards the dining table with a handful of papers in your hand.

Jaehyun turns off the stove, transfers the soup to a bowl and serves it to you. “Alright missy, papers down, spoon’s up.”

You giggle at his remark, placing the papers on the table and took a sip of the flavorful soup. While eating, Jaehyun offered to help you memorize some terminologies from your paper, helping you refresh your memory.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our whole beta test thingy.” You say, completely ignoring Jaehyun’s question regarding anatomy. “Maybe we should um… stop it?”

“Huh? All of a sudden? D-did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, putting away the spoon. “No, no, it’s not that it’s… I think it’s time for us to be real, you know? Let’s put a label on this relationship even though it’s a secret. Because starting today, you are my...” You smiled, taking his hand. “Boyfie.”

Stunned, Jaehyun was frozen. ‘Is this real? Am I dreaming?’ he thought, his mouth dropped slightly as you giggled out of happiness. “Am I—”

Jaehyun’s sentence was cut off when the doorbell rang. Confused, you let go of his hand and walked towards the door, peeking through the small peep hole only to see your brother standing outside. ‘Shit.’ You thought, rushing back to the kitchen where your now boyfriend was still frozen on the spot.

“You have to hide.”

“What—”

“Johnny’s outside, you have to hide.” You panicked, taking his arm and forcing him to walk towards your bedroom. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was coming. Or if you don’t want to hide, we can uh… tell him the truth now?”

“I don’t think now’s the right time, we literally just started dating.” He said, sitting on your bed.

“Okay, stay here. Lock the door, and don’t make any noise, okay?”

Hours have passed since you started filming and it felt like the interview wasn't coming to an end. It was nice reminiscing your memories with Jaehyun, because starting in a few weeks, you will spend forever with this man and build new memories together. Johnny flips his script down to the last page, smiling from ear to ear as he looks at the content written.

“I’ve been saving this question, because you know what they say, save the best for the last. Props, please bring the headphones here.”

The staff hands Johnny a pair of headphones, lending it for you to wear. “I want the two of you to hear each other’s answers on your wedding day. It’ll be special, trust me. I’m a romanticist.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, taking the headphones from him and listened to the music playing. You looked up to your brother and gave him a thumbs up, signifying that you couldn’t hear them talking anymore.

“Why her?” Johnny asked.

Jaehyun looks at you with a big smile on his face, squeezing your hand before looking back to your brother. “She had me at hello, Johnny.” He answered, “I know it wasn’t cool of me to break the bro code, especially rule number 1: sisters are off-limits. But when I saw her, I was stunned. I was mesmerized. And I know this would sound crazy, but… the moment I saw her? I knew she was the one. She’s like the iced coffee I drink on a hot summer day, or the hot chocolate I love during winter. She… she makes me feel special, wanted, loved— everything. I care about her; I care about her more than I care about myself. I love the little things about her, like when we’re having a little date night at her place or mine. I love seeing her eyes sparkle whenever she sees my collection of vinyl or wine or watching some old 70’s romantic movies. I love seeing her so happy whenever we see dogs across the street. And I love how strong she is. She’s my everything, bro, I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s my happiness.”

“You’re in love, Jae.” Johnny expressed, “Thank you for loving my sister. She deserves your love, and you deserve hers.”

The staff offers Jaehyun a pair of headphones, taking away yours. When Jaehyun gave Johnny the signal, he nodded his head and let out a deep, heavy sigh. He threw his head back, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Y/N…” Your brother started, “I, damn it, I can’t believe I’m crying. I just want to say how happy I am for you. Pre-med school, med school, and now you’re in residency and about to tie the knot.”

You take a handkerchief from your pockets, lending it to your brother. “We always knew that this day would come, Johnny. I’m always going to be the Suhs’ baby girl, even if I’m getting married. Until I grow old and get wrinkles and stuff.”

“I know…” He sniffed, “My question is, why him? Why Jaehyun?”

“People always say you get butterflies or fireworks when you see someone you like, when you talk to them, when you hold their hand. It wasn’t like that with Jaehyun.” You answered, “I feel comfort when I’m with him, whenever I hold his hand in a terrifying situation, I calm down. In messy situations, I look for him, and he would be there for me. That’s it, I knew what I was into, I knew he was the one. Although from the very beginning, it was messy— we didn’t know what we were, we didn’t know things about each other. It’s the little things that made me fall in love with him. It’s his actions, it’s his words of affirmation. The thought of marrying him puts me at peace. We may have hit bumps in our relationship but at the end of the day, we have each other.”

“Like mom and dad?”

You nodded, “Falling in love with him wasn’t exactly falling. It was like walking inside a house and knowing that you’re home. He’s my happiness.”

After the interview, you and Jaehyun walk out of the production warehouse hand in hand and head to the almost empty parking space. The sky was dark and cloudy, lightning might’ve appeared somewhere, and the rain started pouring. Falling in love with Jaehyun was like a dream, it feels surreal, it feels unbelievable. Suddenly, Jaehyun was holding your waist while the other was still in your hand. He was swaying your bodies to the imaginary music he had in his head.

Dancing in the pouring rain, Jaehyun was holding you tight. Giggling as you dance, not giving a damn about your wet clothes or the fact that the production team was watching the two of you in admiration. He smiled at you, planting a kiss on your cheek before saying: “Our new beginning starts now,”

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tyongxnct · 3 years ago

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𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗟𝗲𝗲

pairing: musicteacher!Mark x rich!reader, musicmajor!Mark x musicmajor!reader

special guests: Jeno & Renjun

summary: Mark’s biggest dream is to become a musician. He’d do anything to make his dream reality. That includes using you, the principal's daughter. University starts soon and Mark’s only chance to attend his dream university is you. Making you fall in love with him is easier than he thought, what he didn’t expect was that he’d also fall in love with you.

genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing, (sorry if i missed anything)

wc: 14k

NOTE: ENJOY THE FIRST PART OF MY SERIES, i hope you like it!! I’m so excited to write and post the other parts, i’m sorry if there are any mistakes i’m so sleepy lmao. i love you guys, thank you.

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this is fiction!

Mark Lee is a dreamer.

Since he was little, his biggest dream was to become a musician. With the lyrics he wrote, his guitar in his hands and a stage he was standing on. He imagined himself on the stage, thousands of people watching him and singing along with his self-written lyrics.

Mark loved writing down his thoughts and emotions, no matter when and what he felt. When he was showering, he summed along the melody he had in his head and before he could forget it, he got out of the shower, recorded his voice with his phone and then he finished showering.

Mark loved making music, it was always his dream, but his parents didn’t support his dream. His parents told him that there was no future for artists, he wouldn’t make any money with his guitar. Music is not a stable job, it’s a hobby.

Mark fought against his parents, he tried everything he could do to change their minds, to show them how much it means to him, but in the end, he moved out and decided to go to NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ART, Mark’s dream University. Mark wanted to study music and nobody could stop him. He listened to his heart and even though he left his parents to follow his dreams, he knew that he could make it.

There was just one big problem, Mark has no home, almost no money and no job. He moved out and slept at his friend’s house for a couple days until he finally found a job near the campus of neo city university of art. He started working at the café and met Jeno, who was also working there.

Jeno got accepted in the acting department, his biggest dream and luck was on Mark’s side because Jeno and his roommate Renjun, who was also going to NCUA to study art, were looking for a roommate and they were living 10 minutes from school.

Mark knew he was getting closer to his dream, but there was still a big problem, Mark didn’t get accepted to NCSA. His world crashed down as he read the email, but luck was again on his side. He was preparing a smoothie as he heard you and your friend talk.

“My dad wants me to get more private lessons because apparently, I'm not as good as his students. ‘It’s a scandal, the daughter of the famous principal and great-granddaughter of the founder of NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ART can’t play the piano and struggles with the guitar.’, as my mother would say.” you say with a mocking tone. The tone your mother always uses when she scolds you.

Yes, you are the daughter of known artists but that doesn’t mean that you have to be as talented as them.

It’s not like you don’t like playing instruments, it was just a little bit too hard to play so many instruments. You always preferred to sing, you actually just wanted to focus on your voice and the emotions you wanted to portray.

“Just say yes to any teacher, you always say no, just get over with it.” you friend says as she pets your hair.

“But they’re always too old or too young. I don’t want an old grumpy man to teach me how to play the piano and I don’t want a little girl to hold a guitar as big as her and teach me how to play it.”

Mark smiled to himself as he felt like he hit the jackpot. You didn’t notice him listening to your conversation, but Mark could kiss you then and there because you just gave him the perfect opportunity.

“So, Mark Lee, right?”

"Yes, sir.”

Mark was absolutely nervous. He was sitting right in front of Principial y/l/n.

Your dad looked through Marks CV, it was hard to describe the look on his face and that scared Mark. Mark just went to an ordinary high school and has worked a couple part time jobs, he was nothing special, well at least he thought that he was nothing special.

“So, you can play the guitar, piano... rapping, that’s interesting.” he says, “You also write lyrics?” he looks up at Mark.

“Y-Yes, sir. I started writing when I was a little kid and I still do. I like to write down my thoughts.” Mark tells and tried not to stutter.

“So, Mark, your application is interesting and-”

“Dad! I’m home!” you suddenly entered your dad’s office.

Your eyes met Mark’s the second you entered and Mark hoped that you wouldn’t recognize him.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you had a guest.” you said shyly.

“Your timing is actually perfect. Meet your new teacher. Mark Lee, Mark, this is my daughter y/n.”

Mark stood up and held his hand out and you shook it softly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” you said with a small smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Mark smiled back, “W-Wait does that mean I get the job?”

You giggled at his reaction, “Yes, Mr Lee, you got the job.” you dad says as he reaches his hand out to shake Mark’s and Mark just noticed that he was still holding your hand.

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Mark entered the apartment with a big fat smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Renjun asked with a bag of chips in his hands as he looked up from the tv in the living room.

“I have great news. Is Jeno home?” Mark took off his jacket as he sat down next to Renjun and hugged him tightly.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Renjun pushed Mark away and as soon as Jeno left his room, Mark stood up and hugged him.

“You guys, I have BIG news.”

“Spit it out already!” Renjun said as his curiosity grew.

“So, I was working at the café yesterday, right? So, I hear this girl and her friend, she was complaining that her dad wants her to have private guitar and piano lessons.”

“So?” Jeno and Renjun asked at the same time.

“So, guess who’s the new music teacher of NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ARTS’ principal's daughter, y/n y/l/n?”

“No fucking way!”

“You are kidding right?!”

“Do you guys know what that means?”

They looked at him curiously.

“If I get close to her and her dad, I have a bigger chance to attend NCUA and I bet he knows so many producers and with all of his connections I could have a chance to record an album. Fuck, this is the perfect opportunity.” Mark said with a big grin on his face.

“Don’t you think that’s a little, I don’t know, mean to use her like that?” Renjun asked and Jeno nodded.

“I-I’m not using her, well, maybe I am, but it’s a win-win situation. I’ll teach her to play the guitar and the piano and maybe I'll get the chance to fulfill my dreams.” Mark defends himself, he didn’t think about any consequences, he was just too happy to care.

“And also, the payment is amazing. As soon as I get my first paycheck we’ll go and celebrate!”

“Don’t do anything you might regret.” Jeno warns him.

“Calm down, guys. Just trust me on this.”

“You have two months, Mark. Two months until the first semester starts.” Renjun reminds him.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll wrap her around my finger before those two months end.”

Lesson 1 – week 1

Mark entered the big house you lived in and he was greeted by a maid who welcomed him in. He was still amazed, your house was big, neat and really minimalistic.

“Ms y/n is in the music room waiting for you, sir. Please follow me.”

“Please call me Mark.” he said. It felt wrong to be called sir by a woman much older than him.

Mark entered the bis music room, which was much bigger than a simple room, with wide eyes. There was a big, white piano, on the wall were awards and paintings and then his eyes met yours.

“Hey.” you said as you stood up from your seat.

“Hey, Ms y/l/n.”

“Oh, please just call me y/n. I read your application; we are the same age.”

The maid closed the door and left you two alone, leaving you standing there awkwardly.

“Uhm, you can sit down if you want to.” you said as you pointed next to you.

“Oh, uhm yeah right. Thanks.”

Mark tried so hard not to fuck this up.

“So, I think we should get to know each other first, what do you think?” he said as he sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving space between you.

“Sure, I guess that’s a good idea.”

“Sooo, tell me about yourself.” Mark softly smiled at you.

“Well, there’s not much to tell. I like watching movies and I like music, but I'm not that good with instruments. Uhm, I don’t have any siblings... I love fries and ice cream with lemon flavor-” you stopped talking as you noticed that you were non-stop talking. You were kind of nervous as he looked at you with his brown eyes and listened to you. “Sorry, I talk too much.”

“No, no. Don’t worry. What’s your favorite movie?”

“I don’t really have a favorite movie. There are so many different genres and it’s so hard to choose. I like twilight, but I also like all of the marvel movies, I'm a sucker for romance but I also love mindfuck movies-”

You stopped talking again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when to stop. I love talking about movies, I could talk about them for hours. Maybe you should tell me more about yourself.”

As someone who doesn’t have many friends, you wanted to find new friends and Mark seemed nice, so you wanted to become friends with him. It’s not like you never talked to people your age, it’s just that nobody really wanted to be your friend. The daughter of famous musicians, everyone thought that you were a bitch who loved daddy’s money. Which you weren’t.

“You don’t have to apologize. I also like to talk about movies. Anyways, I love music, I love writing lyrics and I love my guitar,” he pointed at the case he bought with him, “I have two roommates and that’s basically it.”

“You don’t live with your family?” you asked curiously.

“Nope. I, uhm, wanted to move out and yeah.” he said, not explaining further why he exactly moved out.

“That’s so cool! I wanted to move out, too. I love my parents, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like I don’t have any privacy or freedom. I’m almost 19 and I still have a curfew!” you say as you look out of the window.

“That’s cute.” Mark laughs.

“It’s not cute, it’s embarrassing.”

There was a silence for a couple of seconds until Mark cleared his throat and started talking again. “So, maybe we should start. Which one do you like the most? Guitar or piano?”

“I think I like the piano and I feel like I'm not as bad as I'm with the guitar, so maybe we could start with guitar lessons?” you suggest.

“Don’t say you’re bad at it. I bet you’re actually great.” Mark took his guitar out of its case and started to explain you the basics of a guitar.

“You have to pull the strings gently, don’t pull to hard.”

After explaining you the basics, he showed you how to tune your guitar.

“Like this?” you do as he says.

“Exactly. As if you’re holding a baby and you’re softly stroking his cheeks.”

You giggled softly, the metaphor Mark used was too random but kinda cute.

Lesson 4 - week 2

That’s how your first lesson went. Mark would come and teach you three days a week and with a blink of an eye, it’s been a week since your first lesson. Today was your fourth lesson and you felt yourself become more comfortable around Mark. You weren’t that shy and nervous anymore, it felt like you knew Mark since forever. It was fun to talk to him about everything and anything.

“Like this?” you asked him again, just to tease him.

“Y/n! Are you a rockstar? You can’t pull the strings like that! Poor baby, I'm sorry. She didn’t mean to hurt you.” he told his guitar.

“Mark you’re so cute!” before you could realize, you called him cute and you could see him blushing and your eyes widened.

“I-I m-mean, not cute, but like yeah, uhm f-funny cute?” you tried to save yourself.

“So, you think I'm cute?” he looked at you with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

“Well, I’m a lady's men, what can I say.” he sighs with a smile.

“Yeah yeah,” you agree sarcastically, “So, do you want some pizza?” you change the topic.

“Who says no to pizza?”

Almost an hour later, your pizzas arrived. You thanked the delivery man and slowly went back to the music room.

“My parents would kill me if they saw me eating in their holy room.” you say and take a bite of your pizza. But your parents wouldn’t be home until midnight, so you used the opportunity.

“We can go to the pizza place next time; I don’t want to risk anything.” Mark says as he watched you take a bite.

“Yummy?” he asks.

You nod with a smile, “Wanna have a taste?”

Mark stares at you, for a split second he thought of something dirty, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he just nodded and took a bite off the pizza in your hand.

Suddenly his face was much closer to yours and you could feel your breathing go faster.

“Wanna take a bite of mine, too?”

The only thing you could do was to nod.

You took a bite of his pizza and kept eating silently. The closeness to Mark sends shivers down your spine. It felt so weird, something you never felt before.

Lesson 7 – week 3

Maybe you should’ve tied your hair.

But it was too late now. You were looking down to the guitar as your view got blocked by your hair.

Mark reached out, using the opportunity to put your hair behind you ear. His hand softly brushed your cheek and when you looked up to him, meeting his eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

Mark pulled back as soon as he heard the knock on the door.

Your parents entered and Mark’s heart almost dropped. It was Mark’s first time meeting your mother and you looked exactly like her. She was really pretty, just like you.

“I hope we’re not interrupting.” your dad says as he greets you two.

Mark stood up and bowed nevously.

“No, not at all, sir.”

“So, you are Mark, it’s nice to finally meet you. I hope my daughter isn’t giving you any trouble.” your mother says with a smile.

“Mom...” you mumble.

“No, it’s great to work with her. She’s really good and she learns fast.” Mark said honestly.

“That’s good. You don’t have much time left, y/n.” you dad reminds you that school starts soon.

“Yes, I know dad.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner, Mark?” your mother asks.

Mark celebrated in his head.

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” he says but he hopes that she’ll ask again.

“Of course not, come on, you must be hungry.” your mother smiles softly.

You found yourself sitting in front of Mark at your dining table.

“So, Mark. Tell us about yourself.” your mother says as she takes a small bite of her steak.

“Well, there’s not much to say. Music is my passion and I love writing lyrics. Uhm, I have two roommates and that’s basically it.” Mark tells your parents.

“And you parents?” your dad asks and your mom kicks him under the table, “What?”

“It’s alright,” Mark smiles, “I’m currently not in contact with my parents. We weren’t on the same page about my future.”

You look at him with a sad look on your face, you felt sorry and you wished you could help him.

“What are your plans for the future?” he asks.

“I want to make music. I want to produce my own album and write my own lyrics and perform them on a stage.”

You could see the way Mark’s eyes sparkled as he talked about his dream.

“As a dad myself, I can tell you that your parents just want the best for you, it’ll take them a while to fully understand what your dreams are, but they love you. I can see that you’re really serious about it.”

Mark smiled at his words, he was right, Mark knew that his parents wanted the best for him, but it still hurt him when his parents didn’t even consider supporting him.

“Thank you for the food, Mr & Mrs y/l/n. Have a good night.”

You walked Mark to the door and finally felt like you could talk to him properly.

“I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry. It is what it is.” he smiles at you.

You leaned against the door and play with your fingers. “I hope dinner wasn’t too awkward. My dad doesn’t know when to shut up- wait, now I know who I got that from.”

You and Mark started to laugh, “Well you have your beauty from your mother and how many times do I have to tell you that I like listening to you?”

You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen.

“U-Uh-” you stutter, not able to find the right words.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, y/n.”

Mark smirked at you as he saw what his words did to you, he didn’t lie. You are beautiful, but he caught you off guard and left you standing there with a crazily beating heart.

Lesson 12 – week 4

“Y/n?” Mark asks after a while of studying notes and trying to play the guitar.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to out with me tomorrow night?”

Suddenly a loud guitar sounds startles Mark.

“G-Go out with you?” You look at Mark with wide eyes.

Mark simply nods, “Yeah, my roommates are throwing a party and I thought you’d like to go. With me. You’ve been studying so much and I thought we could do something- different.”

“Y-Yeah, I'd love to go with you. When does it start?”

“I’ll pick you up at 10.”

“Fuck, hold on.” you say as you remind yourself about your parents and your curfew.

“My parents, they won’t allow me to go to a party that late- hold on!” you rush to your phone and call your best friend.

Mark chuckled, it looked cute how excited you got.

“Okay, I love you, lifesaver. Have fun with him!”

You plopped down next to Mark on the couch. “I’ll tell my parents I'll sleep over at my best friends place.”

“You little bad girl, but I don’t want you to lie to your parents.”

“It’s alright, it’s not the first time I used that lie, you know, I’m not that good girl everyone thinks I am.”

“Oh, no. I think you are a good girl.”

Next day

“Your mother and I are going out for dinner. Have fun, call us if you want us to pick you up.” you dad says.

“Dad, I'm not 12 anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Love you.”

“Love you, y/n. But still, if anything happens just give us a call.” your mom also tells you.

“Love you guys too!”

It took you almost two hours to get ready. You weren’t sure what to wear. A dress? A skirt? A simple jean?

After changing your outfit five times, you were ready. A simple red summer dress, which hugged your curves, with thin straps and with white daisies on it which reached the middle of your thighs. You straightened your hair and put some make up on, but not too much, and just simple white sneakers.

The knock on your door reminded you that you had to go. With a little bit of lip-gloss, you were done.

“I’m coming!”

You opened the door and you left Mark speechless.

“Mark? Hello?”

“What? Oh yeah right, you look stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Thank you Mark. You look really handsome.”

“Thanks.” he said with a smirk, looking you up and down and forgetting why he was there in the first place.

“Mark? Shouldn’t we go?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. You’re right.”

You found yourself at your first house party. Mark held your hand tightly as he entered his apartment. There were so many people already and most of them already drunk.

“Do you want something to drink, y/n?” he asks, raising his voice a little since the music was so loud.

“Sure.”

Mark handed you something that looked like beer, you took a sip and realized that it wasn’t beer. “Mark is that apple juice?”

“Yeah, does it taste bad?” he asked as he took a big sip of his alcoholic drink.

“I want alcohol, too.” you tell him as you hand him your cup back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mark. Actually, it’s not my first-time drinking.”

“Wow, maybe you are a bad girl.”

“It’s nothing crazy though. My best friend and I were home alone and we drank some beer, that’s basically it. It tasted like shit.”

“Then I'll give you something else.” Mark gives you a cup with some vodka and coke.

You take a sip, “This definitely tastes better than beer.”

You walked around with Mark by your side and you felt butterflies in your belly as he took your hand and pulled you close to him.

“Who is that pretty lady next to you Markie?” Jeno and Renjun knew exactly who you are, but they promised Mark to play along.

You smiled shyly and introduced yourself.

“Y/n, these two idiots are my roommates, Jeno and Renjun-”

“Y/n do you want to play beer pong with us?” Renjun interrupted Mark.

You look at Mark and then back at Renjun, “I’ve never played it before, but sure.”

You found yourself in the same team as Mark and Jeno and Renjun as your opponent.

“Ladies first.” Jeno said and you threw the ball and luckily, it went inside the cup.

“Seems like you’re not as bad as you thought.” Mark says after giving you a high five.

A couple rounds and two cups later, you felt a little tipsy and you became more open and your shyness was gone.

“Did you see that Markie!” you yell excited and wrap your arms around him after throwing the last ball and winning beer pong.

Mark’s eyes widened and Jeno’s and Renjun’s too. They looked at each other and Mark slowly put his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah, I saw that. Good job. Let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You nodded and took his hand with a big smile on your face. You excused yourself from Jeno and Renjun and made your way to the little balcony, which was weirdly not occupied.

“Your friends are funny.” you say and take a deep breath.

You leaned against the railing and Mark was right next to you.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this free. Thank you for inviting me, Mark.” you looked at the stars in the sky and the moon was shining brightly on your face.

Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was mesmerized by your beauty.

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” he whispered softly and you turn your face to him and you meet his eyes.

Suddenly you heard one of your all-time favorite songs coming from the party and you pulled Mark inside. “I love that song! We have to dance!” and you found yourself dancing with Mark’s body pressed against yours.

Mark’s hand travelled to your waist as he pulled you even close, he didn’t want anyone else to be close to you, it was just you and him and you were absolutely happy.

A couple hours later, you were dead tired from dancing and standing, there were still so many people partying, but for your first time, that was enough for the night.

“I guess, it’s time to go.” you said as you took one last sip of your coke. You stopped drinking after beer pong and you weren’t even tipsy anymore.

“What? What do you mean time to go? I thought you told your parents you wouldn’t be home?” Mark asked.

“I’m not going home, I'm going over to my best friend's house-”

“No, no. It’s almost four in the morning, just stay here the night. If you’re okay with that.”

You look at Mark and simply nod. You feel safe with Mark.

“Okay. Let’s go.” he takes your hand again and softly pulls you to his room, closing the door afterwards.

He looks through his closet and finds a shirt and shorts for you, but when he turns arouns and sees you standing there so beautifully, he couldn’t stop himself.

Mark dropped the clothes in his hand and walked up to you. His room was dark, just his bedside table light was on.

You looked up to him, you were a little confused, but as soon as you felt his hand on your cheek, you just wanted to kiss him.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whisperes softly and with his thumb, he grazes your lower lip. Mark’s eyes were on your lips but now he’s looking right through your soul.

You closed your eyes, hoping he’d kiss you. You felt his breath against you lips and finally, he pressed his lips against yours.

Mark kissed you slowly, and you didn’t know how to response, this was your first kiss after all. With his two hands, he cupped each of your cheeks and deepened the kiss.

You kissed him back, hoping you were doing the right things, and when you felt his tongue against you lips, you opened your mouth and let him enter. Mark’s tongue played with yours and you couldn’t hold a moan back.

His left hand was on your waist, pulling you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t want him to pull away and your legs felt like jelly, you didn’t want to fall down.

The kiss was messy, but so sexy.

Mark sucked on your lower lip and pushed his tongue back inside your mouth. You wanted more, you wanted him to touch you.

Mark pulled away and looked at your lips. He didn’t want to stop kissing you. He wanted to kiss you forever.

Mark saw the lust in your eyes, he knew you wanted more, so he pushed you softly on his bed and hovered above you. His lips found yours again, and the way he kissed you drove you insane.

Mark’s hand travelled to your thigh and he pushed your dress up. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. With his free hand, he pulled the straps of your dress down, giving him access to you neck. You turned your face to the side to give him a better access to you neck and when you felt him suck on your skin, your lips escaped a whimper.

“M-Mark-” you moaned as he kissed his way down to your breasts. You’ve never been touched like that before, or kissed.

He pushed your dress down to expose your breasts, and he felt his dick twitch in his pants as he saw your boobs.

Mark didn’t waste any second as he started licking your left nipple, and pinching the other one with his fingers.

“F-Fuck- oh my god-” it felt so good to have his mouth on your boobs, the feeling was so new to you, but it felt so good. So, fucking good.

“M-More... Mark, please-” you needed more, you needed him to touch you down there.

Mark dropped to his knees on the floor and pulled you to the edge of his bed. He left wet kisses on your thighs as he pushed your dress up to expose you down there fully.

Even the underwear you wore was sexy.

“Is this okay?” he asked you as he softly stroked your thighs.

“Y-yes, please touch me.”

Mark didn’t waste any second as he pulled your panties down. You realized that Mark had a perfect view of your pussy and you shyly closed your legs.

“Everything about you is so beautiful.” he said as he pushed your legs apart.

When you felt his breath against your pussy, you almost came.

Mark started lapping on your wet pussy and he sucked on your clit slowly. He flicked his tongue around your clit and he pushed his tongue in and out your dripping hole, you’ve never felt this good in your life.

You felt his thumb on your clit as he messaged your nub. He kept licking your pussy up and down, eating you out like it was his last mission on earth.

“F-Feels so good-” you moan, and he wants to make you feel ever better.

You feel his index finger on your entrance, you were wet enough for his finger to slip inside of you. It felt weird, but an amazing weird. Not even a two seconds later, he added a second finger and started puming his fingers in and out of you.

With his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit, you lost your mind and explode on his tongue. “Oh- oh my god, f-fuck!” you moan out loudly, not caring if anyone heard you. You just had your first orgasm and it was the best feeling ever.

Mark licked you clean and his chin was glistening with your cum as he looked up to you. He crawled up and pressed his lips on yours to give you a taste of yourself.

“Are you okay?” he whispered as he pulled away.

“More than okay.” you whisper back.

Mark cleans you up afterwards and hands you a shirt. You pulled your panties shyly up and changed to his shirt, Mark’s eyes didn’t fail to notice that you were almost completely naked as you changed.

His dick was about to explode. Mark almost came in his pants, but he wanted to make you feel good, he could take care of himself-

“Mark?”

“Oh, yeah sorry, are you alright?”

You nod, “I am, but... u-uh are you?” you point at the tent in his pants.

“O-Oh yeah I'm alright. Don't worry about it.”

“I-I want to make you feel good too.” you say and look anywhere but at him.

“You don’t have to baby-”

Your heart almost exploded when he called you baby, but you put that thought to the side.

“I really want to. I-I just never did that before. Y-you have to tell me how I can make you... feel good.”

Mark looked at you and saw that you really wanted to do it. So, he took his shirt off and unbottened his jeans. He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him.

You sat down next to him and he took your hand softly and placed your hand slowly on his hard cock. He was still in his boxers and you wanted to see his cock. He was really hard and Mark wanted you to get used to it before he shows you his bare cock.

“I-I want to see.” you tell him shyly and he takes his cock out of his briefs.

Your eyes widened. Mark’s really fucking big and you thought he’d split you in half if he fucked you.

He smiled at you reaction.

“Wrap your hand around it.”

You did as he said and he put his hand on top of yours, slowly guiding you. As soon as you got it, he let go and you pumped his cock up and down. Mark’s eyes were on your face as you looked at his cock. You looked so fucking hot with his cock in his hand and with your post orgasm look, you just glowed.

“A l-little bit faster p-please.” he moans and you do as he says.

You wanted to take his cock in your mouth, you wanted to taste him, too.

You fell down to your knees, right in front of his cock and before Mark could realize, you licked his tip and tasted his precum.

“O-oh my god, w-what fuck fuck fuck.”

Mark’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in your hand.

You put the tip in your mouth and sucked on his tip, your hand was still pumping him up and down and Mark couldn’t hold back. He came inside your mouth without a warning and that surprised you and you pulled back and cum landed on your face.

“Fuck you look so hot- fuck, fuck.” he exploded and you were surprised by the taste of his cum.

Mark was out of breath as he fell back on his bed. His cock was back in his briefs and you were just staring at him with cum on your face.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

Mark cleaned you up and kissed you on the lips.

“Thank you. Let’s sleep now, baby.”

And that night, you fell asleep with Mark’s arms wrapped around you, your head on his chest and legs entangled.

You woke up in the same postion, Mark was already wide awake.

“Hey.” he said as he saw you wake up, he was admiring your pretty face.

“Hi.” you say and hide your face in his neck.

“How are you feeling?” he asks and softly starts playing with your hair.

“Great. You?”

“Great.”

You look back up at him and he leans in and pecks your lips.

“Do you want to on a date with me tonight?”

“A date?”

He nods as he cups your cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

“Yeah, I want to go on a date with you.”

Just when he was about to press his lips on yours again, your phone rang.

You grabbed your phone and your eyes widened. “Oh, holy shit it’s almost 2 pm!” you jump out of his bed and you answered the call as you looked for your clothes.

“Hey mom... yeah I'm still with her. I know I'll be home soon. Don’t worry, okay. Bye.”

Mark watched you from his bed and when you took his shirt off without thinking twice, your eyes met and you realized that you were just in your panties.

You held his shirt against your boobs shyly and he just giggled at your cuteness.

“I’ll close my eyes if you want me to.”

“N-No, it’s okay... But can you help me? Please?”

Mark jumps out of his bed and helps you with your dress, his fingers brush your skin and you almost jump on him to kiss him and do the things you did last night, but you were late, too late.

“I’ll take you home, I don’t want you to go alone.”

You two got ready in the bathroom and his roommates were still sleeping, the apartment looked like a mess, but Mark told you not to worry about it.

He took the keys of Jeno’s car and drove you home, his hand was holding yours and you didn’t want to go.

Mark parked a little bit further from your house. He wanted to kiss you before you’d leave him again. So, he pressed his lips against yours and pushed his tongue inside of your mouth.

Your little make out session stopped after a couple minutes, Mark wanted to kiss you more and you wanted that too, but you promised him to go on a date tonight, you just had to wait a couple hours until you’d see each other again.

As you got ready for your date tonight, you couldn‘t stop yourself from smiling like a fool. You were so excited to go on a date with Mark and you when you remembered last night, your cheeks started burning. You had your first intimate experience last night and it was amazing. The way Mark made you feel, the way he kissed and touched you.

Your phone interrupted your thoughts. Mark sent you a text, telling you that he was waiting outside.

You told your parents that you were going out for dinner with your best friend, you didn’t want to lie to them, but it was still too early to tell them that you were going on a date with your music teacher.

Mark leaned against the brick wall outside your house and when he finally saw you, he smiled brightly and opened his arms for you. You didn’t waste a second and jumped in his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Hey pretty girl.”

You pressed a kiss on his cheek, “Hi.” you said back.

“I planned a great night for us, pretty girl. And I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.”

And you never did. Whenever you felt sad, you remembered that night. You remembered how Mark held your hand tightly, or wrapped his arm around your waist and how he took you to the pier.

You had an amazing dinner with a great view, he made you laugh all the time and the butterflies in your belly were flying around crazily.

“I want to kiss you.” Mark said as took a step towards you on the railing of the bridge.

You two were staring at the stars and the sea and it was so romantic. Just like you always imagined how your first date would be.

“Then kiss me.”

So, he pressed his lips against yours.

This kiss was different than the others. Even though your tongues played with each other, it wasn’t a messy but a passionate kiss. He trapped you between his arms and the railing, pressing his chest against yours.

Mark could almost hear your heartbeat as he was so close to yours. Your hearts connected that night and you were happier than ever.

A new day, a new music lesson.

Mark entered your home and winked at you from across the room, your parents didn’t see that, of course.

“Hello, sir. Ma'am.” he greeted your parents.

“Hello, Mark. How are the lessons going?” your dad asks.

“Really good, she learns fast and she has really improved in the last couple weeks.”

“That’s great. So, kids, we’re heading out to dinner with a couple friends of ours.” your mom informs you.

You were going to be all alone with Mark.

“Mrs Kim is still here, so if you’re hungry just ask her to cook something for you two.”

Well, not completely alone, but Mrs Kim is an older lady and she probably leaves before your parents come back.

After wishing your parents a great night, Mark followed you to the music room and when you felt his hand softly pinch your butt, you almost yelped loudly.

Your eyes widened and you pulled him to the music room and not a second later, his lips were on yours. Mark pressed you against the door as he kissed you and next thing you felt his lips on your neck, sucking your skin softly.

Your lips escaped a moan, you put your hand on your mouth immediately. You were still not completely alone, you couldn’t risk being loud.

“M-Mark...” you whisper-moaned as his hand travelled inside your shirt, up to your breasts.

“Shh baby, we don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?” he whispered in your ear.

Since you were wearing a skirt, Mark had perfect access to your pussy.

Mark pushed your panties to the side and started playing with your clit, circling it and kissing you to stop you from moaning loudly.

But of course, you couldn’t stop yourself. A moan slipped past your lips and you clenched around Mark’s fingers as he pushed his index and middle finger inside of you.

“Feels good baby?” he whispered and you nod, you could feel the tears in the corner of your eyes. “It f-feels so good.” you whisper against his lips.

“You’re so wet baby, so fucking wet, my fingers slipped inside of you so easily. You’re dripping wet for me, right? Just for me.”

“Y-Yeah. Just for you- oh my god-” Mark pressed his lips on yours to suppress your moans, you came on his fingers and your legs almost gave in.

Mark pulled back and kept his eyes locked with yours. Your chest was going up and down, you were out of breath and when you watched him put his fingers inside his mouth and taste you, you almost came a second time.

“Did I make you feel good?” he asks you.

“Yes. It felt so good-”

A knock on the door interrupted you.

You pushed Mark away and pulled your skirt down.

“Y-Yes?” you asked. “Ms Y/n, I have a small emergency at home, is it okay if I leave earlier? There's still some food in the fridge. You can heat it up and eat it.”

“Sure Mrs Kim. I hope everything is alright.”

“Yes, don’t worry. Have a good night.”

“Good night.”

Now you were completely alone with Mark.

“Sit on the piano.” he says.

“W-What?”

“Sit. On the piano. And take your skirt and your panties off.”

You did as he said and sat on top the piano. Mark looked at you like he was starving and when he was between your legs, he pushed them a little wider and without a warning, he licked your wetness up and down.

The sudden feeling had you squirming around and loud noises echoed through the music room. You hit a couple notes as you felt his tongue dip in and out of your hole.

“Mark!” you moaned out as he sucked on your clit.

Your foot landed on the piano and you didn’t even care how loud you were, you were home alone and you were getting your pussy eaten by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“Taste so fucking good.” his voice gave you goosebumps, and pushed you to your orgasm.

“Mark- I- I can’t...”

And then you exploded on his tongue, your feet hitting the notes and making so much noise, but your moans were louder.

Mark was so fucking hard, eating you out on a piano was the hottest thing he has ever done or seen. He almost came in his pants, but you almost fell on his lap, your wet pussy brushing his clothes cock.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” he says as he takes his cock out of his pants with your help.

“Do it.” you tell him as you wrap your hand around his cock, just like you did last time.

“N-not today- fuck.”

You started pumping his cock up and down and stared kissing. Mark was sucking on your tongue as he felt his release coming. Mark moaned and whined as he came all over your hand.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

You found yourself in the kitchen with Mark’s arms wrapped around your waist. You put the dinner Mrs Kim left in the fridge into the microwave and you almost burned it. Mark couldn’t get enough of you; his lips were constantly on you.

“I could kiss you all day.” he mumbled into your neck and sucks on your skin softly.

“Do you want to eat me or actual food?” you ask him, but you actually knew what he was going to answer.

“Of course, you.” his lips found yours again.

“M-Mark... the... food...” you try to say.

And then his stomach growled, making you laugh.

“I guess I am hungry.”

You ate dinner together while watching some TV and after cleaning up, Mark pulled you on his lap. “Let’s stay like this and watch a movie.” he said.

There was no way you’d say no, so you opened netflix and started watching a movie with him.

You were laying with Mark on the couch, his arms wrapped around you and sometimes he kissed you neck and sometimes he turned your head to kiss your lips.

It felt so good to lay between his arms, to feel his lips and his hands all over your body. There was this feeling deep inside of you and you were sure, that you were falling for Mark.

Days later, you told your parents that you were going to sleepover at your best friend's house, even though you went over to Mark’s.

Nothing happened that night, you just talked all night long and kissed. You ordered a pizza and hung out like couples would do, and you could feel the butterflies in your belly every time he kissed you.

Your head was on his chest as he softly played with your hair. You could hear his heartbeat and you were almost sure he could hear yours.

“This feels nice.” you said and closed your eyes.

“Yeah, it does.”

Mark had two girlfriends in high school, his second girlfriend was the one he lost his virginity to and he was never really in love with them. He never felt the butterflies in his belly, he never said I love you, it was like dating but without the love part.

He never knew how it felt to be in love or even fall in love, so the things he felt when he was with you, were unfamiliar to him and he couldn’t really describe it.

Yes, you turned him on, you were incredibly hot and sexy, but you were also cute, pretty and adorable. He liked being with you, he liked teaching you how to play the guitar or the piano. Mark liked how your finger brushed his when you sat at the piano together. Mark liked how you smiled when he looked at you longer than he should.

Mark liked hanging out with you and he always looked forward to your lessons.

“Y/n?” he broke the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened.

“N-No...” you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So, am I the first guy who gets to hold you like this? And touch you like this?” he asked as his other hand went under your shirt.

“Yes.” you said shyly.

“That’s good.” he presses a short kiss on your hair.

“A-and you?” you really wanted to know.

“Yes. But they never meant anything to me. Not like you do.”

You sat up on the bed and turned to him, “I mean something to you?”

Mark sat up to and cupped your cheek with one hand. “Of course, you mean something to me. You mean to me more than you think.” he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Is that... is that okay?” he whispered against your lips.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and pressed your lips on his.

Mark slowly pushed you on his bed and hovered above you, his lips never left yours. That night, he kissed you over and over again.

“You have two weeks left.” Renjun reminded him.

“I know. I’m almost there. I had to make her fall for me first, I'll leave hints and she’ll ask me herself. Just trust me.”

Mark ignored the voice in his head who told him that he was being the biggest asshole and that it was a mistake to play with you like that.

“That’s so fucked up, but I hope your stupid plan works.” Jeno said after taking a bite of his pizza.

Mark took you on a special date, you were currently in the back of Jeno’s car, kissing and watching the sunset.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” he whispered against your ear.

He left wet kisses on your skin and held you tightly.

“I wish I could spend every hour of the day with you.”

It was time for Mark’s plan.

“I wish that too. I have only one week left until school starts. It sucks. I don’t wanna go there.” you mumble as you hide your face in his neck.

“It really sucks. It would be so much easier if we went to the same school. But I'll just pick you up and we’ll hang out after school and on the weekends.” Mark said casually. He was so good acting, he shocked himself.

“Yeah, that’d be so much easier if we-” suddenly, you stopped talking.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” he asks but you sit up and look at him with a big smile on your face.

“Mark! I just found the perfect solution! I know you love music, more than I do, that’s for sure. It’s your passion and after everything you told me about your passion, it just makes sense!”

“What are you talking about?” he was getting closer to his dreams.

“My dad! Mark! My dad! I’ll talk to him and I know that he likes you. He’ll help you to attend NEO CULTURE UNIVERSITY OF ART!” you smiled brightly and the way you got so excited, almost broke Mark’s heart, almost.

“No, no way y/n. That’s too much, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Mark, come on, trust me. It’s not a big deal. You deserve it so much, I can’t believe I didn’t think about it sooner. The school is perfect for you.”

“Y/n... are you really sure about this? It is a big deal.”

“I am 100% sure Mark. I know that you deserve it so much and I know that you’re going to make it big. My dad is going to support you, I promise.”

Mark cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve never met anyone like you. You have no idea how much I want to be with you.”

“Then be with me. I’m all yours, Mark.”

And then he connected your lips.

“That’s actually a great idea, y/n. Mark, we would love to have someone as talented and passionate about music as you in our school. I’ll take care of everything; I just have one condition.”

“Of course, sir. Anything.” Mark was the happiest man alive.

“I hope you’ll continue with your lessons with y/n.”

“Gladly, sir. I am really thankful for the opportunity you’re giving me. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Mark left you dad’s office and you were waiting for him already. He smiled at you and you got your answer. You silently jumped in his arms and kissed him as fast as you could, before anyone could see.

You pulled Mark to the music room and as soon as the door was shut, you pressed your lips on his again and kissed him with more passion.

“I can’t believe I'm going to school with my girl.” he said against your lips after pulling away.

“Your girl?” you smiled shyly.

“I-I... I thought you’re my girl, I'm sorry, I should ask you first-”

You interrupted him with your lips.

“I would love to be your girl.”

And now you had your first boyfriend ever and you couldn’t believe your luck.

School started and Mark was the happiest man alive.

He had a beautiful girl by his side and he was attending his dream school, everything was too good to be true.

His friends told him to break up with you, but somehow Mark couldn’t. Not only because he would risk getting his ass beaten by your dad, but because he liked being with you. He liked spending his time with you, he liked kissing you and holding you in his arms. Mark liked waking up with you by his side, he liked how cute you were, no matter what you did, he liked how shy you got whenever he touched you.

After spending more and more time with you, he found himself falling for you.

“Hey babe. Where are you? I missed you.” Mark said like a lovesick puppy.

You told Mark that you were at a ramen restaurant close to school with your best friend and you invited him to come and eat with you and also finally meet your best friend.

“There he is.” you said happily and jumped from your seat to hug your boyfriend.

“Hey baby.” he pressed a soft kiss on your neck and then turned to your best friend, “Hey. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.” she said and shook his hand.

“My two favorite people. I’m starving, let’s eat!”

Your best friend was eating her ramen but she couldn’t stop thinking that she met Mark somewhere before.

“Mark? Do we know each other?” she asked after thinking about it for almost an hour.

“No, I don’t think so.” he said.

“You look so familiar, I’m sure I've seen you before.”

Mark understood where this was coming from. He remembered that your best friend was with you when Mark first met you when he still worked at the café, and Mark didn’t need you to know that.

“I don’t know, but I can’t remember seeing you. Anyways, do you want some ice cream?” he changed the topic but your best friend kept thinking about it.

Mark took you back to his place and you found yourself in his bed with him on top of you.

“Had fun in school?” he asked you as his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

“Mhmm, I missed you though. I hate that we just have two classes together.”

“I missed you too,” he sucked on your skin, “But now you’re here. Under me.”

Your lips escaped a moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. “M-Mark. Please.”

“Please what baby? What does my baby want? Hm?” his hand travelled under your shirt and pulled your bra cups down.

“Please touch me more- make me cum, please.” you whined.

You felt his fingers on your nipples, softly pinching them. He sucked on your nipple over your shirt first, but he couldn’t wait anymore and helped you take your shirt and bra off.

“Okay baby. I’ll make you feel good.”

Mark sucked on your tits as his hand found its way inside your panties. You were dripping wet and his fingers slipped inside of you easily. He fingered you with two fingers and kissed you all over your breasts and neck.

“Mark- more please. Please I need you.”

“You want my mouth, babygirl?”

You moaned when he called you babygirl, how can he be so hot?

“N-no... more. I need you.”

Mark’s cock twitched in his pants.

You wanted him to fuck you and he saw the stars. This must be his lucky day.

“You sure baby? We don’t have to.”

“Yes, I'm sure. I want you.”

Mark took his shirt, his pants and his boxers off, your eyes widened as you saw his cock. He pulled you panties down and you were definitely wet enough.

Mark stopped in his tracks as he realized he didn’t have a condom.

“Fuck, give me a second.”

He threw his boxers back on and almost ran to Jeno to look for a condom and he was lucky.

Mark closed the door again and smiled brightly at you, he almost came the second he saw you laying naked on his bed and looking absolutely dashing. He took his boxers off, pulled the condom down on his cock and was back on top of you.

“Hey.”

You smiled. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s going to hurt.”

“It’s okay.”

You felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing in. The stretch hurt but after a couple minutes, the pain was gone and turned into pleasure.

“F-Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” he moaned.

You grabbed his biceps, it felt so good, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“A-Ah- Fuck-”

Mark’s lips were everywhere and he grabbed your hips to fuck you deeper. You clenched around him and every time you did, he moaned.

“I-I love you-”

The three words left your lips and pushed Mark closer to his orgasm.

“I love you.” he said back and kissed you on the lips.

Mark’s thumb was on your clit and started circling it and your orgasm hit you, not even a minute later, Mark came too.

Mark felt like the luckiest man on earth again.

You took a quick shower with Mark and then you cuddled in his bed. Nobody said anything about the three words you said to each other, but you needed to talk about it. You needed him to know that you mean it.

“Mark?”

“Yes baby?” he said as he caressed your hair.

“I, uhm... I really meant what I said.”

Mark didn’t know what you were talking about at first. “What do you- ohh.”

Your back was pressed against his and he softly turned you to him. He cupped your cheek and looked you in the eyes. “I mean it, too. I love you, y/n. I’ve never felt like this before. You make my heart race; you make me feel like the luckiest guy on earth.”

“I love you too.” you mumbled shyly and pressed your lips on his, it was rare that you kissed him first, but he loved it every time you did it.

Today was your birthday, almost two months after you lost your virginity to Mark. After that one night, you did it so many times a week, you got addicted to each other, but also after saying I love you, your relationship changed and became more real and serious. You wanted to tell your parents but Mark wasn’t ready and you respected that.

Mark organized a little party for your birthday, invited a couple of your friends, your new friends you met in school and his roommates, of course.

The party was fun but all you wanted was to be alone with Mark, every time you got the chance to be alone, someone interrupted you, even in his own room.

Mark promised you a great night when everyone was gone and now you were just enjoying spending time with your friends.

Your best friend was talking to Jeno and after getting to know him, she finally remembered where she met Mark before.

“Yeah, we work there. Well, I work there, Mark stopped working there a couple months ago after he heard about the music teacher job.” he said drunk.

“That’s where I saw him before! We always went there, that must be where I saw him before.” she realized.

You were a little bit tipsy; you didn’t want to drink too much, Mark didn’t want to drink too much, too. But his friends were really drunk and your best friend, too.

“Y/n! Mark! Remember when I told you about Mark looking absolutely familiar? That’s because I saw him before! He worked at the café we always go to! Jeno works there, too. That’s why he also seemed familiar. I knew that I saw you before.” she giggled.

“You worked there?” you asked him.

“Yeah, just a couple months, it’s been really long since I worked there.” Mark was nervous but he did a good job hiding that.

“Excuse me for a second.” Mark excused himself to find Jeno and tell him to shut the fuck up.

Mark pulled Jeno to the balcony, which was thankfully empty.

“Dude I'm so fucking drunk, why would you bring me here?” he said as he took a step back with a giggle.

“Sit down then, idiot.”

“Okie dokie.” he sat down on the chair.

“You told y/n’s best friend that I worked at the café, Jeno, dude, I know you’re drunk, but you have to watch your big mouth. Y/n also knows that I worked there and she can’t find out that I saw her there back then.”

“I... I didn’t tell her anything about your plan, bro! Don't worry.” he pulled Mark in for a hug.

“Don’t call it a plan... that’s sound like I'm the biggest jerk on this planet.”

“But you kinda are bro. If y/n finds out you used her to get to her dad and to attend that stupid school, she’ll also think you’re the biggest,” he hiccupped, “Biggest jerk on this planet.”

“But she won’t, okay? Promise me to shut up.”

“P-Promise.”

Mark turned around and wanted to go back to the party, but once Mark’s eyes met yours, he wanted to jump off the balcony.

Your hand was outstretched with Mark’s phone in your hand, which was ringing.

“No, no, please just listen to me.” Mark said the second he saw a tear drop on your cheek.

You dropped his phone and turned on your heel.

“Y/n! No please just let me explain! Fuck!”

You left his apartment and, on his way, after you, Mark told Renjun to keep an eye on Jeno.

“Y/N! Please don’t run away from me!”

Tears were running down your cheeks and all you wanted is to be alone.

“Don’t follow me! Leave me alone!” you yelled and looked for a fucking taxi.

Mark reached you and softly grabbed your wrist. “Please.”

“Fuck you!” you tried to pull away but his grip tightened.

“Just let me explain, I'm begging you.”

“Explain what? That you used me for my dad? That you used me just to attend that fucking school?! That you fucking used my.... that you used my body?” your voice broke and so did Mark’s heart.

You couldn’t stop crying even though you didn’t want to cry in front of him. You felt so disgusting, so used and worthless.

Mark started crying too before he could even realize it.

“N-No, please don’t say that. I love you. I’m sorry y/n, I swear I love you.”

“Do you know how worthless I feel? Do you know how disgusting I feel?” you wiped your tears away.

“I never meant to hurt you.” he cried out.

“But you did. I gave you every piece of me, of my soul and my body and you used it. You used me Mark and I’ll never forget that. Stay away from me, don’t talk to me and don’t fucking touch me!” you ripped your arm away from his grip and took a step back.

“All I did was to love you, and now I hear about this... this disgusting thing you did to me on my stupid birthday.” you say with a scoff.

Your eyes were bloodshot red and all you wanted to do is to sleep.

“Y/n, I know w-what I did was bad, r-really bad but please believe me when I say that I love you.”

“I don’t believe anything you say to me. I don’t even believe that you ever meant it when you said it.” you whispered, scared that your voice was going to break again.

Finally, a taxi came and you got in without looking back.

“No no no, don’t go please don’t leave me.” Mark cried after you.

You rolled the window down a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell my dad.”

Mark’s eyes widened, your words stabbing his heart.

“Y/n please I love you-”

But before you could hear it, you were gone.

You left Mark with a broken and regretful heart, he couldn’t stop himself from crying and even though you were hurting the most, Mark was also hurting.

It’s been two days since that night and all you did was hide in your bedroom and cry. Your parents didn’t notice how heartbroken you were, you told them you were sick and couldn’t go to school, and that worked until today. You had a music lesson with Mark today and even though you told your parents you were sick, Mark was at your home waiting for you.

The past two days he tried everything to talk to you, but you blocked him everywhere. Once Mark noticed your absence in school, he got really worried and tried to talk to your best friend, who didn’t know what was going on between you two.

“She’s sick, didn’t she tell you?” she said.

“Oh yeah right, I must’ve forgotton that she told me.”

Your seat in your music theory class was empty and Mark let out a sigh. He missed you, so much. Mark would do anything to get you back and he was glad he had a music lesson with you today after school.

So, here he was, waiting for you in the music room.

“Y/n,” your mothers knocks on your door, “Mark’s here. He’s waiting for you.”

You didn’t want to see him and you didn’t want to talk to him.

“I’m still sick, mom!” you yell back.

“Okay, honey. I’ll tell him. Are you alright? I have a meeting in an hour and have to go and your dad’s also not home. Call me if you need me or just ask Mrs Kim if you need anything.”

Your mother left and told Mark that you weren’t feeling well. Mark really hoped to see you and talk to you, but you were still avoiding him.

“Y/n’s still sick, I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here. I thought she was feeling better.”

“It’s alright, I hope she gets well soon.” Mark says with a broken smile.

Your mothers checked her watched and noticed that she was running late, “I really have to go now, Mark. I’ll tell her to call you when she’s feeling better.”

“Could I use the bathroom before I go?” he asked your mother, hoping she’d say yes.

“Of course, it’s the second door to the left.”

Your mother left and Mark waited in the bathroom until he was sure that she was really gone. He checked the hallway and when he was sure it was clear, he made his way to your room, knocking softly.

“I’m sick, Mrs kim.”

Mark knocked again.

“Mrs Kim I'll come downstairs if I get hungry, I'll sleep now.” you said.

Mark knocked one more time.

“Mrs Kim I-”

You opened the door and your eyes widened when you saw Mark standing there. Before you could close the door, Mark put his foot in between and stopped you.

“I just want to talk, please.” he whispered.

“Get out of my house.”

“Y/n, just let me explain first. Please let me explain.” he begged you.

“I don’t want to hear more lies.”

“I’ll tell you the truth. I won’t lie, I promise. Please, let me in. I missed you so much, I need to see you.” Mark’s voice broke.

Your heart was fighting against your head and in the end, you listened to your heart.

“You have two minutes.” you said and let him enter your room.

You closed the door and sat down on the edge of your bed. Mark wanted to sit down next to you but you stopped him.

“Stay right there. You got 1 minute and 35 seconds left.”

Mark stopped in his tracks and let out a breath.

“First of all, I love you. I really do, y/n. The first time I saw you was at the café I was working at with Jeno and I listened to your conversation with your best friend. You needed a music teacher and then you talked about your dad and I found out who he was... who you were. I got the job and it was the best thing that happened to me. Yes, y/n. I love music and I was stupid enough to act selfishly. At one point it was true that I only wanted this job to get closer to your dad, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I fell in love with you. You mean so much more to me than that school. I love you and only you. I want to be with you, I'll do anything for that.”

You listened to him and it still hurt that the plan was actually true.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. What I did was selfish and the biggest asshole move. Whether I love you or not, I shouldn’t have done it and it’s not an excuse that I was scared of the future. I told you about my situation with my parents and... it turned me to an asshole. I was so desperate and I thought this was the only way.”

You still knew that Mark deserved going to that school. Someone as passionate and talented as him had to make it big and get a chance to fullfill their dreams. But it broke your heart into million pieces, you couldn’t just forgive him.

You looked up and met his teary eyes.

You couldn’t stop yourself from crying and once you started, Mark dropped to his knees and cupped your cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.” Mark whispered but you couldn’t stop.

“I-I don’t know what else to- to do...” you cried out, “I-I trusted you...”

“I’ll do anything to gain your trust again. Anything.”

“Mark-”

“Y/n? Can I come in?” you heard your dad’s voice and you accidently pushed Mark away and he landed on his butt.

“Fuck, my dad’s home.” you whispered and looked for a place to hide Mark, “Hide under my bed.”

“Y/n-”

“No talking, more hiding!” you whispered and helped him hide under your bed. You crawled back inside your bed and wiped your tears away. “You can come in dad.” you said and coughed after.

Your dad entered your room with a cup of tea.

“I heard my princess is sick. I made you some tea your grandma always made for me when I was little.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thanks dad.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, “Your mother told me you cancelled your lesson with Mark.”

“Yeah... I-I didn’t want to make him sick.”

“So, how’s it going? And how is school? I heard you share a couple classes. Mark’s professors also told me that he’s really talened and has so much potential.”

This information should make Mark happy, but all he could think about was you.

“Yes, he is really talented. He helped me a lot, too. And school’s fun- for now.” your said and your dad laughed at that.

“I still remember when I went to that school. Time flies. So, enjoy your time and always be happy, sweetheart. I’ll make you some soup, take some rest I'll bring it upstairs later.”

“I will.”

When your dad left, Mark crawled back up and looked at you with worry written all over his face.

“You can’t leave. My dad will kill us if he sees you.”

“That’s good because I want to spend every single second I have with you, y/n.”

“Mark-”

“No, please. I’ll hide, I won’t risk anything, I just want to be with you. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“You heard my dad, Mark. He loves you, our professors love you. You don’t have to act like you love me anymore.”

Mark looked at you with so much pain in his eyes, you almost gave in and kissed him. You looked each other in the eyes, Mark took a couple steps until his knees hit your bed. He suddenly bends foreward and his face got closer to yours.

You looked away, you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Look me in the eyes, y/n.”

You didn’t.

You felt his fingers under your chin, “Please look me in the eyes.”

“I can’t.”

“I’m in love with you.”

And now your eyes found his.

“I love you, I love everything about you. I just need you. I don’t care about anything or anyone else.”

Mark’s lips came close to yours and then you closed your eyes, you weren’t sure why you closed them. Maybe because you wanted him to kiss you or maybe you hoped that this was a dream and you’d wake up. But when you felt his soft lips on yours, your brain stopped working.

He kissed you slowly, you could taste his tears and he could taste yours.

When you felt his tongue trying to enter your mouth, your brain started working again and you pushed him away.

“I can’t do this.” you whispered against his lips, “How am I supposed to know that you won’t use me again? That this is still your little game and you just want me for my dad?”

“I’m not. I’ll drop everything if you want me to. I’m not using you- I can’t risk losing you. I don’t deserve anything. I know, I don’t deserve you. But I need you, more than anything else. Give me a second chance and I’ll never hurt you again.”

He sounded so genuine and honest, you really wanted to believe him, but you wouldn’t give in that easily.

“I-I need time... I need time to think a-and... I just need time.”

“Okay. Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you.”

That night, Mark always hid under your bed whenever your dad checked on you and when your dad wasn’t around, Mark sat on the other side of the bed and watched you.

It was so weird to be alone with him, you just wanted to pull him closer and hug him tightly, but you couldn’t.

“Mark? I have a question.” you asked after a while. You were trying to distract yourself with a book, but it didn’t really work.

“Yes? What is it?”

“That night... the night at your apartment, the first time we did... we did something, you didn’t have any feelings for me, right?”

Mark gulped, “Y/n-”

“Just tell me.”

“Yes, it’s true. I... I wasn’t in love with you, we just got to know each other, but after that night, it felt real. Being with you felt real and I wanted to spend more and more time with you, because you made my heart race. It’s true, I didn’t know what love felt like but every minute I spend with you, made me fall for you more and more.”

You simply nodded and focused back on your book.

After awhile the two of you fell asleep. Your bed was big enough to leave space between you two.

You woke up to a loud sound. Somebody was knocking on your door.

“Honey, are you awake? Can we come in?”

Your parents were knocking.

Mark slowly woke up and once he heard your parents voice, he shot up and got under your bed.

“You can come in!”

Your parents wanted to check on you and once they saw that you were doing better, they left for work.

Mark left shortly after parents, it was another school day and since you were feeling better, you also got ready to go to school.

It’s been three weeks since your birthday and you were slowly getting used to what happened. That doesn’t mean that you forgot what Mark did, but you were feeling a little bit better.

Mark on the other hand was losing his mind. You were so close but yet so far. He saw you with your friends in school and it broke his heart watching you in your shared class. You were always ignoring him, even though it hurt.

“I love her s-so much...” Mark hiccupped.

He was drinking his pain away with his roommates, who were also dealing with their own problems, their own pain in their hearts.

They were all so drunk and thinking about their loved ones, they couldn’t help each other, thinking the solution for their problems is to drink.

“I need her back- I need her, guys. I miss her, everything about her.”

Jeno and Renjun just nodded, thinking the same thing.

“I have to hear her voice- I missed her voice. But she won’t talk to me.” Mark whispered to himself.

Mark decided to call you though.

He stumbled inside his room, his eyes blurry and his hands shaking. Mark was nervous, but he was determined to call you.

You were busy watching good girls when your phone started ringing. It was past two am in the morning and your parents were asleep. You answered the call without looking at the caller-id.

“Hello?” you said quietly.

“Y-you answered, you... you didn’t block my number.” Mark said with a grin on his face.

“Mark?”

“Say it again.”

“What?” you didn’t understand.

“Say my name again,” he hiccupped, “P-please say my name again- I missed hearing my name from your sweet lips so much you h-have no idea.”

Your heart started beating faster.

“Mark, it’s late. Where are you? Are you at home?”

“Mhm... but I don’t want to be here- I want to be with you.” he admitted.

“Are you drunk? Are you alone-”

“I’m with Jeno and Renjun, don’t worry about me, beautiful.” Mark closed his eyes as he was laying in his bed.

“Do you miss me? I miss you, like, so fucking much I need to invent a new word to describe it.” he said, his voice was playful but he was serious.

You didn’t answer at first, but as soon as you heard Mark sob, you also broke down.

“Y-Yes... I missed you.”

Mark’s heart clenched.

“I-I know I hurt you so much, but,” his voice broke, “I-I promise to never h-hurt you again. I love you, I really, really love you so much. Every I love you was real, I promise.”

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries.

“E-Everytime I see you, it hurts so much to stay away from you. I-I know... I deserve this and so much more, but I don’t know how long I can stay away from you.”

Your tears were rolling down your cheek and all you wanted to do was to wrap your arms around Mark and hug him as tightly as you could.

“I’m a fucking coward. I am so sorry f-for everything I did to you. I am so sorry for... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have touched you. I just- I just wanted to show you how much I love you in every possible way. But I fucked up and I know you won’t forgive me but, I had to tell you again.” Mark cried out, his eyes closed, trying to stop his tears from falling but it was impossible.

“Mark-”

“I love you and I’ll make sure to punish myself for hurting someone as amazing and k-kind as you.”

“Mark I-”

“I hope one day y-you can forgive me. I love you.”

“Mark!” but before you could continue, he hung up.

You fell asleep crying and thinking about all the life choices you made. Yes, Mark hurt you, but you could hear in his voice how genuine he was and how much he was hurting. You acted like nothing happened in school, but your eyes sometimes found Mark and you saw how miserable he was.

Your phone woke you up. It was a Saturday morning and you just wanted to sleep. After the third time, you answered, getting annoyed after ignoring the call at first.

“Finally, y/n!”

That was Renjun’s voice.”

“He should be there already.” you heard Jeno’s voice.

“Why are you disturbing my sleep?” you asked.

You heard your doorbell ring, but ignored it. You didn’t feel like greeting anyone.

“You have to wake the fuck up! Mark’s going to tell your dad that he wants to quit school!” Renjun’s words shocked you. You shot up immediately.

“What are you talking about?! Why would he do that?!”

“We got drunk last night and he was saying things like not deserving anything and being the worst person on earth and shit. He told us that he was going to talk to your dad and move out, he said he’s worthless and that his parents were right and shit like that, but y/n, we both know that even though he did something horrible, sorry by the way, that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and he deserves to show his talent.”

Your heart was about to explode, Renjun’s right. Mark hurt you but you’d never want him to quit school and ruin his dream.

“Thank you for calling me, Renjun. I got this.”

You jumped out of your bed and once you heard his voice, your heart dropped.

“Sir, Ma'am. I am absolutely thankful for the opportunities you’ve given me. It was an honor to be y/n’s music teacher, but there is something I need to tell you. You did so much for me and I can’t continue living like that.”

Your parents didn’t understand what Mark was talking about, they got a little scared, what could Mark possibly tell them?

“I should’ve told you sooner, but-”

“Mark and I are dating!”

Your parents and Marks eyes landed on you once you were at the last step of the stairs. You were still in your pajamas, you looked like you just woke up, which you did. Your eyes were puffy from crying all night and so were Mark’s.

Mark’s eyes shot wide open, he did not expect that.

“We’re dating, mom and dad. I wanted to keep it a secret because I didn’t know how to tell you guys, but Mark didn’t want to lie to you. He tried to convince me to tell you but I didn’t know how you’d react so I didn’t want to tell you...” you almost collapsed, you’ve never had a boyfriend before and you didn’t know how your parents would react.

Your parents looked at each other and then back at you and Mark.

You were standing next to Mark now, you softly grabbed his hand and hold it. Mark didn’t know what to do, were you serious? Did you forgive him? Do you still love him?

“I’m sorry, but we love each other.”

You and Mark looked at each other and you smiled softly at him.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, honey. We already knew that there was something going on between you two. I mean, Mark should be here three times a week, not every day.” your mother giggled.

So, they noticed. You lied to them and told them that you were ‘learning a piece on the piano’ but you were just cuddling and making out.

“Dad?”

“You’re a big girl now. Even though I'd like to carry you in my pocket and stop you from growing up, but we knew that this day would come and we are happy that it’s Mark. He’s a good boy and I know he won’t hurt my little princess. Or I'll break his legs.” he whispered to Mark but everyone heard him. Your mother softly slapped your dad on the shoulder and Mark’s grip tightened around your hand. Not because he was scared of your dad, because he did hurt his little princess.

“I promise you, I won’t hurt her. Ever.”

Your parents allowed Mark to hang out with you in your room and invited him for dinner. Mark was silently sitting on your bed and you were sitting next to him, still holding his hand. Your dad told you to leave the door open, you cringed but you still did it, you weren’t going to fuck Mark when your parents were at the same house and awake.

“Why did you do this?” he asked you, head low.

“Because I love you.”

Mark’s eyes filled with tears.

“Why did you want to do that?” you meant telling your parents that he wanted to quit school.

“Because I love you.” he said back.

“I really, really love you, y/n. I promise you, if you give me a second chance, I'll make sure to show you how much I love you and you mean to me.”

“I already gave you a second chance, Mark. I love you too.”

Mark leaned in and pressed his lips on yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You missed him so much, you just wanted to lay in his arms.

Mark’s hand found your cheek and as he deepened the kiss, your mother almost entered your room.

“Oh my god!” she said with a giggle and apologized right after.

“Mom!” you yelled embarrassed; Mark’s cheeks were red as tomatoes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell your dad. Dinner is ready by the way.”

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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I am not leaving, please don't leave me

Hello everyone, I seldom you ever see this coming to your homepage or you even bother reading to the end.

As you see, I am away for almost a week, I've logged out of tumblr in my phone. I only check it when I open my laptop but I tried my best not to open the activity and anything. I just check on the chats and messages.

Yes I am busy with this crazy physics summer class, but there's another reason I choose to log out of tumblr in my phone.

I opened it way too much and also I am starting to feel pressured. I started writing as a way to express my emotion, but as I get notes, comments and just all of your love and attention, it made me feel like I have to write something as good or I won't be making you happy. I also find my incorrect superm no longer as entertaining (there's way funnier incorrect quotes blog who's just so good in making them).

The past few weeks posts you are seeing were already scheduled and I am still finishing on my WIP, Collab calls, and requests but as you see I feel like my writing gets less note (and though I know I shouldn't compare my writing to number of notes) it still makes me nervous and I doubt myself even thinking if I can no longer write something fresh and new. Like everything is written and wayy nicer than mine. My collab project is still running, these authors are great. I've heard some of their concepts and I am so excited to compile their works together in the end (please give me some time).

I am tearing up as I write this. Never have I thought I'd reach this point where I feel pressurized by notes, and it's silly super stupid but hey it disturbs me.

So, I am sorry if I will be less active maybe for another week. I need to change my mindset again and maybe after 2 weeks of break,I can go back to being me :)

To my moots who have been keeping my days here bright, thank you and please wait for me to come back :( don't leave me.

To my friends here (all blogs who see this),thank you for helping me and please wait for me as I come back with a more mature mind

That's all. If you read it to this part, thank you and leave a ✨.

I'll be back in a week stay safe, stay hydrated and stay healthy

xoxo, cosmic

PLEASE LOOK OUT FOR MY JULY COLLAB PROJECTS. I put them on queue already :)

#cosmic updates #cosmic greets #cosmic asks #cosmic greetings #cosmiclatte28 #notyournoona

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Hahaha i just wanna interact more with you guys

👁👄👁 ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ ship me!! Put it in my ask box (aka the req link)

#cosmiclattemasterlist #cosmiclatte28 #notyournoona #cosmiclatte #ask me #send me asks #ask me pls #send asks #anon ask #please i beg you #i am bored #i want to be closer with y'all

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127-mile · 3 years ago

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Hello! I saw the post where u said u were bored

Idk if i show up too late, but I'm still breathing and i hope you too

But how's it goingg :)

God, I was so sure I answered, sorry it's so late!

I'm still breathing too, and I think that's enough haha. But other than that I'm enjoying the weather before the heat back comes back to kick my ass once again. What about you?

#cosmiclatte28

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biaswreckingfics · 4 years ago

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To the author that really stands up to the blog name *raises glass* CHEERRSSSS FOR THE AMAZING PLOT AND STORYYYY everything you did is soo cooll especially To Be Replaced 🥺🤩

Thank you soo much for that YIXING MOMENT 😂😂😂 THE WAY YIXING SNAPPED JUST WON MY HEART 😭😭😭🤩🤩🤭

Don't worry about posting the next chapter when you're busy... we'll wait and respect all of your decisions 🙌 please take good care of yourself and remember that your happiness comes first 🥰

Hope you have an amazing night/day!!

(つ≧▽≦)つ⊂(・ヮ・⊂)

Ps is willow also doing great??

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 latte.... 🤧🤧 thank you!!

I love Yixing and apparently so do a couple of you 👀👀 lol more Yixing was requested, so more Yixing was granted!!

I will attempt to take good care of myself and not stress out about too much stuff!!

Also, Willow is doing great!! She scared me earlier today when she landed on a hard surface with her stomach, but she seems to be doing fine!!

#Cosmiclatte28 #to be replaced love #willow my love

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woahh chillax on the writing a novel about his lips.. you can take your time there lmaoo but okay would be hot too i guess to make out with our Chicago man 😜

fr there's so much I could say about his lips, I think I'm legit obsessed 😂😂😂

but yes he could be my american boy~

although I’m not opposed to jaehyun joining us... 👀

#answered #cosmiclatte28 #❤︎#ya'll think i'm joking but i'm not #I'd never joke about those lips #johnny #nct #nct 127

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Ayeeee we spilled the beans

EVERYONE PLEASE TYPE DOWN IF YOU'RE INTERESTED TO BE IN OUR TAG LIST. WE'RE COLLABING FOR (some nct members) A SPECIAL THEMED STORY. WE GOT SOME MEMBERS UP OUR SLEEVE BUT WE NEED THE MOTIVATION 😌😂 (and time) but heyyy can we get a crowd vibe check?? 🤗🤗🎉🎉🎉

@yutahoes should we start making an official announcement and some sneak peak? 🤔👉🏻👈🏻

COMMENT EMOJIS IF YOU'RE EXCITED.

It's my pleasure to collab with nina!! The best yuta writer here 🥰🙌

soo, yuta really liked when people call him howl... I have brain damage when I heard it he said that because anime characters are pretty this is emotional manipulation 😭 lol anyway, I've been re-reading your drabble howlite (bc howl.. although they're completely different 😂 but both characters really screams LOVE I'm hopeless please you're literally our savior. this whole essay is having a parkour bc I can't keep up my feeling towards this man AND IT'S NOT HEALTHY ANYMORE HAUSHSOANALAJA

He is Howl 🤭🤭

is that from last night's Yuta at Home? 🤔 he was talking about anime last night. the struggle when you're an international fan who listens but can't understand anything 😭

an anon once shared that Yuta is like an anime character and I can't unsee that. he's so ethereal, he can pass of as an anime character. 😂

It feels like I've written Howlite years ago when it's just months. I haven't even reread it. 😅 But thank you. ❤️

And it's fine. I understand. It's Yuta's world and we're just aliens occupying it. 😂😂 I hope I can post more AU in the coming days but all these ideas in my head is so hard to arrange.

If you wanted to release the excitements and love for Naka, I'll be here to listen and join you. 😂😂

#collab announcement #project #upcoming projects #upcoming posts #yutahoes #cosmiclatte28

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charmingyong · 3 years ago

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The Dangerous Silence of Your Lipstick - Pt.2

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Full Title: The Dangerous Silence of Your Lipstick – Part 2

Genre: Taeyong x mafia queen!reader, action, violence, revenge, angst, dash of fluff

Warnings: dark theme, psycho, swearing, kidnapping, knife and firearm usage, gore, deaths, stalking, sip of alcohol, smoking, mention of gambling, suggestive, drugs, bit of unrequited love

Word count: 20k

Plot: You had cut ties with your actress life and were now a cold-blooded mafia leader, one that Taeyong never dreamt of you becoming, for only one motive.

A/N: Darker than part 1; read at your own risk. Quick recap of the main members still with you: Johnny, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan

Tagging: @cosmiclatte28 @luvjeongjaehyun

- ❀ -

You walked into the VIP room coldly with your men behind you. Kun pulled your chair out, and you seated yourself across an aging man. The man scoffed upon seeing a woman in front of him. “I don’t like doing business with a woman. But I’ll let it slide.” He clasped his hands on the table and leaned forward, his eyes holding a seductive glint. “I’m intrigued by your red lipstick.”

You stared at the man, holding an intense gaze with him. His last words stirring something inside you, and you began laughing darkly, calming down after a moment and letting a small menacing smirk tug at one end of your lips. You would deal with him later on after the deal was sealed, a taste of his own red lipstick. At that moment, you merely replied with a, “It’s my specialty.”

- ❀ -

Mark leaned against the wall beside a closed door and busied himself on his phone, aiming to collect as many points in the game as he could.

Renjun and Jeno walked up to him. “What’s the news?” Renjun asked.

He paused the game and looked up. “Jungwoo’s teaching Y/N-ssi. Wanna go in and see?”

Jeno shook his head. The thought of his angelic noona learning from someone like Jungwoo unfathomable.

But Renjun was interested. “I’m going in.” He pushed open the door of the dark cellar. A man was bound to the chair with both his hands locked on the table. You stood coldly in front of his terrified face, the wall with various weapons for torturing resting on the shelves behind you.

Jungwoo stood beside the man and yanked his hair, making the man wince in pain. “Torturing is my specialty. And you know how I get into the mood for it?” he asked you.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, vacantly staring at the enemy’s man. “How?”

A sinister smile appeared on your fanboy’s face. “When I think of all the villains you had to face on TV.” He let go of the hair roughly. “Since he’s an accountant, how about chopping his fingers off?” Jungwoo gestured to the shelves, signaling you to begin.

“No! Please don’t, please!” the man cried.

You didn’t pay him any mind and found a butcher’s knife. “This will do,” you spoke with an icy tone and edged the blade close to his digits.

The man began trembling and tried to free himself of the restraints. “Please, I beg you. Don’t. I’ll do anything you say!”

You paused and stared at him dead in the eye. “Anything?”

He nodded feverishly. “Anything.”

“Bring back the dead.”

He went pale, knowing that it was impossible to. “I-”

Inching closer to his mortified face, your eyes burned from rage and pain. “Bring back everyone I lost because of Lord.”

The look in his eyes was one of resignation. There was nothing he could do to save himself. “I can’t...”

You stood up straight and inspected at the knife. A shine radiated off the sharp blade and you smiled cynically. “I don’t have a choice then.”

Renjun grimly listened to the excruciating cries of the man as he watched his noona chop the fingers off, one by one, painstakingly slow, before ultimately slamming the knife through his heart.

- ❀ -

Kun knocked on the closed doors and heard a soft hum from you. He walked into the study room where you sat in Taeyong’s chair, your legs propped up on the desk as you aimlessly stared at the bookcase that you once thought you’d never go to.

“We’ll need to hire more men,” he stated.

You sighed, well aware of the men lost in the battle with your nemesis. “I trust you to it since you know what to do.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He was about to leave the room until he suddenly remembered something that his former boss mentioned. “And Y/N-ssi?”

“Hm?”

“There’s a safe under the desk. The code is your birth date. Taeyong hyung left something for you.” With that, he departed before you could ask him more about it.

That’s odd, you thought. But it was odder that Taeyong had prepared something for you, as if he knew the day would come when he wouldn’t be by your side. You choked back a quiet sob, the pain returning in your heart and devastating you.

True to his words, there was a small cubic safe locked with your birth date. You opened it wondering what private documents and such would lie there but were surprised when you found it empty.

Empty except for a small coloured print of what looked like a polaroid photo.

You picked it up and the cries that you tried so hard to hold back released, your tears leaving your eye sockets like a flooding dam.

It was a picture of Taeyong taking a selfie by a television screen, paused at a scene in your drama where you smiled lovingly at the camera and Taeyong held his palm up as if he were holding your beautiful face.

- ❀ -

“This was Haechan’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“Why am I always the prime suspect? What about Renjun?”

“Shut up! Doyoung hyung’s right. It was your idea anyway,” Renjun defended as he pulled up to the mansion.

Haechan wasn’t going to admit it out loud even though it was obvious. After the boys were recruited to be your personal assistant, Haechan felt like something was missing in his life. Joining the mafia filled in the gap and reasoned that the skills they’d learn from the underworld would help them protect you from things you’d have to face as an actress. The boys wouldn’t have been too majorly involved as their primary goal was to serve you and would only be away from your side when there would be important missions that required their presence.

“How’s Y/N coping?” Doyoung heard the news of all the deaths, and he barely pushed through when hearing Jaemin’s. You had a soft spot for the boy and he couldn’t even imagine your state after witnessing the death yourself.

“Not good, which is why we brought you here,” Haechan replied.

Doyoung scoffed. “More like kidnapped me.”

The three entered the house and were lucky to have found you passing by the common area. You paused in your tracks when you noticed your former manager standing afar and sending you a warm smile.

You were confused by his presence. “Doyoung, why are you here?”

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, stroking your head in hopes of soothing you. “I’m here to feed you.” He pulled back to see your eyes becoming glassy.

Doyoung headed inside the kitchen, and you waited at the dining table while staring hard between the two boys. “Who decided to bring him here?” you asked. Renjun and Haechan pointed at one another, making you groan. “Why?”

“You haven’t been eating properly, noona. We had to bring him because we know you love hyung’s food,” Renjun said.

It was true. Doyoung’s food was among your favourites. But even his mouth-watering bowl of your usual favourite kimchi stew when pushed in front of you couldn’t bring out an appetite.

“Y/N, you need to take care of yourself. You can’t be falling sick again,” Doyoung gently urged you as he brought a spoonful to your mouth. But you didn’t budge.

Jungwoo walked in as if a puppy’s nose had followed the savoury smell of delicious food. “Wow, now that’s what I call a meal.”

Haechan rolled his eyes. “Isn’t everything a meal for you?”

He tutted. “But this is something only those with magic hands can make.” Jungwoo plopped down in a chair beside you and asked the older man, “Can I have some?”

Doyoung nodded. “Of course, there’s plenty more.”

“Yes!” Jungwoo picked up a spare spoon and dug into your bowl. He closed his eyes and moaned. “Woah! This is beautiful,” he exclaimed.

You watched cheerful Jungwoo eat up and gave him a weak smile.

With his mouth full he said, “But noona, just learning from us isn’t going to be enough to get your revenge. You need to eat well too, like me.” He met your blank eyes and added, “Taeyong hyung wouldn’t want you not eating well just because you miss him.”

Your heart cracked at the mention of his name, and so you followed his suit, picking up a spoon.

- ❀ -

“You really shouldn’t,” Winwin advised. “At least learn something from what Karina had to do.”

Karina only stared at her manicure in silence, recalling the recent event of where she faked her own death in exchange for her freedom from not just working for Lord but also in case she was under radar. She could tell that Taeyong’s gang was after Lord’s people, having seen the way people slowly disappear. Yet, Lord didn’t care. Lord wasn’t taking any action to fight back for the people he’d lost, reasoning that the ones that were going missing were easily replaceable. All he cared about was that absolutely no one was allowed to touch the former actress because you were his.

Yuta slumped back into his seat, already having expected his friend’s opinion beforehand. He took a long sip of his iced matcha drink. “I’m not scared of anything.”

Winwin sighed and said, “You’ll never know what will happen.” Winwin stood up from his seat and added, “It’s not easier picking a side. Stay freelance. Don’t come to me and say I didn’t warn you.” Winwin gave his best regards to his friend and left the café.

Karina sighed out a long breath and Yuta shifted his eyes onto her. “You know what hurts, Yuta?” She dropped her hand in her lap and fixed her sharp eyes on him. “When feelings get involved knowing that it’s dangerous and that there’s no such thing as happily ever after for us.” At least not for her when ultimately learning of Jaemin’s death from a source. When working for Lord, Karina had to do everything she could to survive, even if that meant hurting the boy she harboured a liking for.

Yuta pondered for a while, wondering if he should take Winwin’s advice after hearing the pain in Karina’s voice. He had only gotten a mere glimpse of you during one of his missions, but it was enough to know that he’d want to work for you for long term. He thought about the recruiting offer Kun made to him recently, which led to him chatting to his friends about it. When working for no one’s side, there was no need to worry about growing a heart or betraying anyone. If he were to pick a side, especially your side, then there was no guarantee what could happen to him especially after what his friends had to say.

Yuta knew working for you was dangerous.

To take a break from his existing dilemma, he decided to spend some alone time at a mall, heading towards the most luxurious end of the establishment. He had the money, being paid handsomely for deadly tasks, but this time he only went there to look around. Window shopping was therapeutic for him and with his pretty face, both male and female employees always gushed over him, making him love the attention.

No one could tell by his innocent face that he was an underworld sniper.

His eyes landed on a sparkling Rolex watch enclosed in the glass display case and asked the female employee with a dashing smile, “Can I try it on?”

She nearly fainted when receiving his attention. “Of course!” She took out the watch and placed it on a velvet tray.

Yuta picked it up and locked it around his wrist, observing its beauty against his skin. He smirked and took it off, setting it back on the tray. “Thanks,” he said and sent a harmless wink her way.

She grinned widely and bowed. “My pleasure.”

Just as Yuta began walking away, he stopped in his tracks when catching sight of the very woman who had plagued his mind.

You leisurely strolled around with your men trailing behind, your arms crossed in front of your chest and eyes aimlessly skimming around the store for any product that caught your attention. While something didn’t, someone did. You halted your steps upon seeing an unknown man staring full-blown at you, making you raise a questioning eyebrow.

Yuta noticed it and grinned with his pearly teeth as he moved towards you.

You turned your head to look at Kun.

“He’s Yuta, one of the men I’ve planned to hire,” he answered to your unspoken question. You nodded in understanding and landed your emotionless gaze back on Yuta.

Yuta stopped in front of you and bowed. “Hello, Y/N-ssi. I’m Nakamoto Yuta, one of the best snipers in the underworld. I’ve thought about the offer and I’d be more than happy to accept it.”

You didn’t involve yourself with the hiring process, and so you weren’t aware of any details regarding the man’s history. You wanted to trust Kun with the decision, and without speaking a single word of acknowledgement, you brushed past Yuta and continued your way around the store, not giving him any more interest.

Flustered by your ice-like demeanour, Yuta regained composure and fixed his attention on Kun. Kun was pleased by the outcome and informed him, “I’ll contact you later.”

“He was someone Taeyong hyung wanted to recruit a long time ago, but Yuta never worked exclusively for anyone,” Kun explained during the car ride home. “I’m surprised he took up the offer now.”

You sighed quietly and stayed mute, opting to stare out the window instead of meeting his gaze. You were already sceptical of the man with a dazzling smile. There was no logical reasoning for you to reject him and therefore you hoped that the twisted feeling in your gut was mistaken.

Back at the mansion, your boys were huddled around on the couches in the common area. Haechan was first to notice you come in and stood up, followed by Renjun, Jeno and Jungwoo following suit.

“Any news?” you asked. There was only one thing that you were desperately waiting for.

Renjun shook his head. “No, we haven’t been able to trace Lord’s movement lately.”

Stressed fingers went to rub at the spot of your temple. It was odd that the very villain who wanted you wasn’t currently chasing after you. “What the hell is his plan? We need to wipe more of his men out.” You were thankful for having Kun and Johnny by your side whenever stepping out of the safe zone, shooting any danger down without having to ask you.

Jeno reported, “I have an appointment scheduled for you about that.”

You gave him a nod. “Good. All of you rest now except...” You pointed a finger at Haechan. “You. Follow me.” Without looking at anyone else, you headed straight for the study room.

Puzzled, Haechan obeyed, wondering what you had to say to him privately. In the room, he waited afar by the door as he watched you plop down in your chair and prop your feet on the desk.

“Close the doors and come here,” you told him.

He confusedly blinked at you and acted upon your words, closing the doors completely and made his way over to stop right in front of the desk.

Your eyes narrowed on him and voiced out your thought. “You know you have a strength.”

Haechan scoffed and corrected, “I actually have a lot of strengths.”

Stopping yourself from rolling your eyes, you continued. “You’re good at both keeping secrets and exposing them.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or-”

“I’m putting you on a secret mission with Jungwoo.” You pressed a finger to your lips and added, “Don’t tell anyone else.”

He furrowed his brows wondering what it could be that it had to be private. “What’s the mission?”

You frowned at how Lord wasn’t enough stress that Yuta had to come into the picture. “Kun hired a sniper, Yuta.”

Haechan slowly nodded. “Okay...” He had heard about him before, being Taeyong hyung’s pick a while ago but never heard Yuta join their group until then.

You looked at him straight in the eye, unwavering. “Give me one reason why I should kill him.”

- ❀ -

Haechan gaped incredulously at Yuta who wore that infuriating sweet smile while standing in front of everyone sitting in the living room. “This is the deadly sniper Taeyong hyung wanted?”

Jungwoo sighed with his arms crossed. “Looks really are deceiving,” he muttered.

“He’s definitely a catch. I mean, no one would suspect him,” Renjun added.

Kun observed you for a reaction, noting how quiet you were during the introduction. You grimly stared at the recruit, finding it absolutely annoying when Yuta made eye contact with you and grinned widely, flashing his sparkling white teeth.

It definitely was annoying that no one would suspect him.

Turning your head towards Jeno, you asked, “When’s the appointment?”

Jeno checked the time on his phone and replied, “In about an hour.”

You nodded in acknowledgement. Soon, you would show Yuta what you really were.

Jeno opened your door and held an umbrella over your head, protecting you from the rain that the city was being showered with. You stepped out the car and glazed your eyes over the tall building where your next target was waiting in. Your bodyguards along with Kun, Jeno and Yuta followed behind you.

Strolling through the glass doors into the restaurant, Kun informed the waiter of your arrival. Your eyes scanned around the public seating, finding a few gatherings after lunch hours and one man in a black attire who pretended to read the menu.

The waiter nodded and politely said, “Please follow me.” He guided you to the private rooms and halted by one door. “Your guest is waiting in here,” he smiled.

Returning courtesy to the waiter with a smile, a dark glint apparent in your eyes. “Perfect,” you mumbled.

He opened the door and gestured you in. You found Lord’s chauffeur waiting anxiously and when his landed on you, he stood up instantly and bowed in respect. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N-ssi!”

Not giving him any regards, you coldly sat down in a chair held out by Kun.

Yuta and Jeno stood by the door to ensure no intrusion during your agenda. A chauffeur didn’t have a single protection like the higher ups would, so that shouldn’t be an issue anyway.

“What can I do for you?” the chauffeur asked.

You met the chauffeur’s bright eyes. You thought about how he’d be the one to drive Lord anywhere ordered, whether that’d be to you or from deaths of your loved ones, making you grit your teeth before relaxing slightly. “There’s a game I’ve always wanted to play. Care to join me for some fun?”

Perplexed by the request, he smiled hesitantly. “Um sure. Anything you wish, ma’am. What is the game?”

A devilish smirk curled up on your red lips and replied, “I’m sure you’ve heard of the knife game.”

His smile dropped in the blink of an eye. “Sorry?”

You gave Kun a quick glance and it was the cue for your bodyguards to gather behind the driver. One of them picked up his hand and slammed it down on the table and held it in place, while another made sure to keep the body down in the chair. The chauffeur struggled to break free as he panicked. “Please don’t hurt me!” he cried out.

You laughed quietly. “I’ve always wanted to play this game but never had the chance to. Who knows? I might be good at it or... I might not. We’ll see.” Your palm held open for Kun and he placed a knife in your hold. Without waiting for the driver to spread his fingers apart, you slammed the pointed end of the blade downward on the table, aiming for the space between the thumb and index finger. At the right time, he squeezed his eyes shut and spread the fingers apart, saving himself from the near wound.

You feigned amazement. “Wow, see? I didn’t stab into you.” Yet.

His forehead was sweating from anxiety. “Please, spare me,” he pleaded frantically.

Your knife moved to the next space between his index and middle fingers. “All you have to do is keep that hand open for me.” The knife moved slowly to the next point, and then the next, ultimately reaching the end by the pinky finger. The flow was reversed, and you picked up the pace, going slightly faster and you were amazed at yourself for not making a mistake yet.

Meanwhile, the chauffeur’s body trembled in fear, hyperventilating by your accurate moves. Seeing that it wasn’t going according to your plan, you removed your gaze from the knife and watched his face while making your next move and purposely off course. For the first time, he screamed from the unexpected pain and you looked down.

First mistake.

The knife pierced through his hand, a little off from the middle and blood began pooling around the stab.

The waiter knocked on the door and asked, “Is everything alright?”

You told Jeno to relay a message. “Tell him not to enter if he wants to live.”

Jeno nodded and cracked open the door just wide enough for one eye, speaking in hushed tone. Yuta stood deathly still, witnessing your bloody game with a grim face.

You plucked the knife out in a different angle. “Shove a towel in his mouth,” you ordered.

One of the men shoved a white napkin in, and the driver nearly gagged from the muffled screams. The game resumed and ended after you had made five punctures all in different spots. You gave the blood-stained knife back to Kun and stood up from your seat. A silent signal was exchanged between you and Kun and he understood the assignment. Done with the appointment, you strolled up to the door. Jeno opened it for you to walk out and you did, but not before staring at Yuta. Yuta recognized the look of distrust held in your gaze.

Truthfully, he didn’t know anymore if he made the right mistake of joining your group.

As soon as you stepped out of the threshold, Kun took out his gun and pulled the trigger at the chauffeur’s head. You rolled your eyes for going easy on the chauffeur. If you were back at the mansion, you would have finished him yourself by repeatedly swinging a hammer at his head until his skull and brain were battered.

Out in the public dining area with more tables filled, peaceful and oblivious to the bloody event that took place in the secluded room, you spotted the same man from earlier again, still sitting alone with his eyes glued to his phone except for when trying to steal a peek at you.

You confidently strode up to him, observing the way he shifted anxiously in his seat and avoided your gaze altogether.

“Who are you?” you asked.

The man took a moment before responding to you, acting like he was surprised for you to ask a stranger for their name. “Sorry?”

You didn’t bother repeating and instead asked, “You work for him, don’t you? Lord?”

He laughed a little in a ridiculing manner, doing his best to pretend and not know his boss. “Who’s Lord?”

You could see it clearly that it was a poor act, trying to keep his identity covert, and you were not pleased with it. Your hand reached for the gun tucked along your waistline and pulled it out, pointing at his head.

The room gradually flipped from calm to chaos as customers eventually picked up on the sight of your gun. Relaxed chatters switched to loud gasps and stressed shouting, few screams were let out as they prayed for their lives that you wouldn’t shoot them. Kun and Jeno couldn’t believe what you were doing in front of the public’s eye and tried to calm everyone down that they wouldn’t be harmed as long as they didn’t interfere. Kun instructed the bodyguards to barricade the exit and prevent anyone from escaping in order to keep the matter contained. One customer pulled out his phone in order to snap a picture of you, but Jeno stopped him with a threatening look to no do it.

“What do you do for him?” you asked calmly, not caring about what the innocent souls were about to witness soon.

The man snorted, amused that you were threatening him with a gun that you wouldn’t use in public. At least he thought you wouldn’t. “I’m telling you I don’t work for him,” he stressed.

You changed up your inquiry flow with an easier question. “Why are you following me?”

His teeth clenched and decided to at least answer that. “I’m searching.”

“What are you searching for?”

He crossed his arms cockily and relaxed back against his chair, holding an intense stare with you. His silence meant only one thing: he wasn’t going to tell you.

Having enough of his silence, you pulled the trigger, piercing the bullet through his head as his body fell backward along with the chair. The screams and cries increased, and the manager of the restaurant panicked with sweat running along his forehead. You beckoned him over with your finger and he obeyed with his heart racing in fear.

“Y-yes, m-ma’am?”

“Don’t speak to another soul about this.” Your hand gestured for the frightened souls in the dining area. “Tell everyone this or else I’ll hunt all of you down. I won’t spare a single soul.”

Haechan groaned loudly as he tugged at his hair in distress after receiving the news from Jeno through texts. “Noona’s fucking lost it!” he screamed as he paced back and forth. “She’s damn lucky she’s not actively an actress.” It would have been bad if it somehow made it to the news that the country’s sweetheart had shot a citizen to death in a public setting. Your mafia ways helped contain the matter within the walls of the restaurant.

Renjun sighed sadly while leaning against the wall, his head hanging low at what their noona was becoming. “We never do anything in public. Taeyong hyung never wanted an innocent soul to be traumatized.”

Jungwoo lazed on the couch with a Rubik’s cube on hand, calmly twisting the coloured rows in attempts to align the colours up. “Get used to it. It’s only gonna get worse.”

Mark frowned at him from beside. “What do you mean?”

Jungwoo paused from solving the cube and sat up, holding his fingers up to list off the reasons. “First, she was deceived, thinking that she was with Taemin when all along it was Lord and Taemin was dead. Second, Sungchan’s death was the first one she witnessed. Even though he was new, there’s no way she hadn’t developed a soft heart for him when he was with her at all times. Third, Jaemin was shot right in front of her eyes, and we’re talking about one of the boys who’s been by her side the longest. Fourth, Lucas’s death. He was her biggest fanboy and she really adored his cuteness and how he cared for her. And fifth, Taeyong, and we all know the impact his death has on her.”

Johnny nodded slowly and sat up straighter. “Sounds like Y/N’s traumatized and now she’s vicious enough to hurt anyone in her way without a second thought.”

“What if we try to stop her? Taeyong hyung would not be happy if he saw Y/N-ssi like this,” Mark said.

“I don’t know man. Do you think she’ll hurt us if we go against her order?” Johnny wondered.

Renjun shook his head firmly. “Consider ourselves lucky. We’re her family. Haechan is a handful and she hasn’t done anything to him yet.”

“Hey!” Haechan shouted. “I haven’t gone against her for any... thing... well, at least not recently,” he muttered.

Renjun rolled his eyes and continued. “If we were an outsider, then yeah, she wouldn’t hesitate to hurt us if we did the slightest bit wrong.”

- ❀ -

You swirled the wine glass around in circles, intently watching the deep hue of the red wine stick to the walls of the glass before calmly taking a sip of it. Kun stood next to you, waiting for your order along with the rest in the room.

Your grip on the glass tightened as you weren’t pleased with the news of your pre-existing client wanting to negotiate on a deal set forth. You muttered, “He wouldn’t be doing this if it were Taeyong.”

Kun nodded. “Yes, usually he accepts whatever is put on the table.”

You let out a small laugh, knowing that the client was only taking advantage because it was you. A woman. “Then I’ll have to show him who he’s messing with,” you said and stood up from the couch, setting the wine glass down on the coffee table. “Get the weapons ready,” you ordered. “We’re trespassing his property.”

Your boys looked at one another, wary of your intentions. The client lived in a mansion without any security guards. Jeno was the one to speak up and asked, “And do what?”

“We’re terrorizing his family.”

Everyone’s jaw dropped to the floor as you spoke the words calmly without any hesitation. “We don’t do that,” Mark countered weakly. “He only has a wife and two small boys.”

“We never harm the innocent!” Haechan shouted.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself. If no one wants to come with me, I’ll do it myself. Then there’s no guarantee what I’ll do to them.” You walked out the common area to get ready for the night ahead. Yuta had no objections and followed your lead, willing to do anything you wished.

The remaining stood anxiously, deathly silent with Haechan being the first one to break it as he tugged at his hair in stress. “I fucking wished Taeyong hyung was here to stop her madness!”

Jungwoo scoffed. “Didn’t I tell you it was going to get worse? Anyways, I’m going with noona.”

Mark gritted his teeth and angrily held Jungwoo by the collar. “Have you lost it? This isn’t what we do!”

“Taeyong isn’t our boss anymore,” Jungwoo replied and grabbed Mark’s hands off him.

“Jungwoo’s right,” Kun said, shocking Mark for Taeyong’s right-hand to be saying that. “Y/N’s our boss and we do what she wants.”

Johnny nodded in agreement. “Kun’s always right. I’m with Y/N.”

Mark was shocked by the turn of tables as the three dispersed to prepare themselves for the mission. He sighed heavily and dejectedly muttered, “I guess I’ll go too.”

Haechan incredulously gaped at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’ll see to what extent Y/N goes. I hope she won’t actually touch them.”

Renjun and Jeno agreed. “Yeah, let’s hope noona doesn’t have plans to hurt them physically,” Renjun said.

Haechan couldn’t believe the absurd reality. Being the last one remaining to hop on board, he groaned in frustration.

The van halted just meters away from the gate of the mansion. You and your boys stepped out and filed around the closed black gates that separated you from the soon to-be hostage’s home. Your black attire was perfect to blend in with the darkness of the night.

Haechan sighed loudly and said to you, “Don’t do something that’ll have us screwed.”

You scoffed at his words while keeping your cold gaze on the warm lighting inside the house. “You think I’m not smart enough after having these sorts of things in my dramas?” Your eyes then shifted to the black gates, pushing it open and walked in as if you owned the plot.

“What’s the plan?” Jeno asked as you all stopped by the front door.

“Hold his family at gunpoint,” you answered softly. Your finger went up to ring the bell and waited patiently. “Make sure to hold him away from them.”

When no one opened the door after a while, Kun mentioned, “There’s a camera in the corner up there.”

You looked up to where he pointed and found one. The client would have seen that it was you and refused to open the door. Guess you would have to go for plan B. “Johnny, Jeno, Yuta. Break the windows.”

They expected that order and went ahead to break entry through the glass, swinging anything they could find at the window: hammer, baseball bat, and even a huge stone from the garden at it. Once making it inside through the opening created, you noticed the area was void of life.

“Go look for them and bring them here,” you commanded.

Just as your boys were about to, your client Kwon emerged from the staircase looking panicked. “Oh, Y/N-ssi, what a surprise,” he greeted anxiously with sweat running along his forehead.

Unamused, you silently signalled your boys to grab him. Johnny was first to act, followed by Mark, dragging Kwon to a chair. Mark pointed his gun at Kwon’s head. “Move and you won’t see what happens to your family.”

Kwon shook in fear. “Please don’t hurt them! I’ll do anything you say.”

“Too late for that,” you told him. “Especially after all the inconvenience.” You turned to your boys. “What are you waiting for? Go look for them.”

A woman trembled, holding her two sons close to her as she stared at her husband with teary eyes. The little boys clung onto their mother for dear life with silent rivers flowing down their faces after being demanded to quieten their loud cries, their eyes squeezed shut to avoid glancing at the terrifying guns pointed at them.

You sat at the dining table across from Kwon, staring at him as he rushed to sign the contract frantically, willing to do anything to take his family out of the danger. Once finished, his voice broke when pleading, “Please don’t hurt them.”

Sneering, you told him, “Next time you try to negotiate with me, I’ll make sure they’re cremated.” You stood up and added before walking out of the house, “If you had a connection with Lord, I would have blown this house up.”

- ❀ -

Kun barged into the study where you laid your head down on the desk and arms sprawled around. “Can whatever it is wait?” you mumbled weakly. You were tired and couldn’t care less to keep up with the boring news. Too much happened with no signs of Lord himself showing up in front of you, and you were getting tired of your days fly by without feeling much accomplished in your revenge.

“Y/N-ssi, it’s Lord.”

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes and then at the phone in his grip with his other hand covering the speaker. Kun laid the phone on the desk within your reach and stepped back to give you some room. You thought he was going to leave you alone to talk privately but he stood patiently right in your sight.

And you were thankful for that.

It had been a while since you last came into direct contact with psychopath. Your memories with him had left your body trembling and you wished Taeyong were alive to comfort you like the way he used to.

If only Taeyong were alive...

That snapped you back to your senses and your fists clenched hard at the horrendous killings of your loved ones. Your teeth gritted as you spitted out a greeting of disgust. “Lord. It’s about time I hear from you. I was starting to think you got bored of me.”

You heard Lord laugh darkly. “Darling, I can never get bored of you. Just know that even though I’m not making a move, my men are always keeping an eye on you wherever you are... which is why I called you.”

You knew you were being followed by his men, a proof of it lied in the number of bullets used every time you spotted them, but you couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t making a move for you. Why were they only spying on you? Was Taeyong’s death for nothing? Lord should be happy that Taeyong was gone so that he could have you all for himself. “What is it?”

He hummed and said, “I’ve been busy trying to find an answer, but haven’t had much luck. Clearly, you would know better so that’s why I’m going to ask you-”

Having enough of him beating around the bush, you yelled, “Just get straight to the point!”

“Where is he?”

You blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Where is he?” he repeated calmly.

You always tried to stay composed and in control, but that moment had you completely puzzled and you didn’t bother hiding that in your tone. “Who?”

He huffed out in irritation. “The obvious.”

If he were in front of you, you would have broken his nose. You weren’t going to kill him easily when you craved to torture him. “Care to elaborate? Clearly, we’re not on the same page.”

There was a moment of silence from his side before his tongue clicked and said, “I got my answer.” Without another breath from you, he cut the call.

Lord laughed darkly at the situation, greatly amused by your oblivion. After calming down a little, he spoke to his men filed in front of him in his office. “Y/N doesn’t know.” He recalled the day after the warehouse incident, searching for the only dead body he craved to see but was disappointed when absent. To himself, he whispered, “Where the fuck are you, Taeyong?”

You stared at the blank screen of Kun’s phone in utter shock. “What the fuck is he on?” you mumbled under your breath. “Who the hell is he looking-”

And it struck you.

The only he Lord could be mentioning about.

The new recruit.

Yuta.

He was a new member in your gang and with the bad gut feeling you had for him, it wouldn’t surprise you if Yuta had anything to do with Lord. You cleared your throat and sat up straight in your chair. “Can you leave me alone?” you asked Kun.

“Of course.” He picked up his phone and bowed slightly before leaving the room.

You speed-dialled Haechan, and he answered immediately. “Yes noona?”

“Any news about him?” There was no need to clarify who you were talking about, being the only active mission for him.

“Not yet. I haven’t seen him do anything sus after he joined us.”

You sighed out in annoyance. “Well hurry up and find out. I don’t want him lurking around if he should be dead.”

- ❀ -

Jungwoo yawned and slapped his own cheeks gently, pushing the passenger seat back to recline a little. “If only there was a way to go inside without getting caught...” he muttered sadly while wondering about all the delicious food his stomach could be having if it weren’t for the secret mission.

Meanwhile, Haechan rested his arms on the steering wheel and kept his gaze locked on the path that led to the elegant, Michelin-starred restaurant. “Noona will treat you if we get some info,” he spoke.

Jungwoo huffed in frustration. “What if we never do? We’re literally spying on the guy Taeyong hyung wanted. You think Yuta’s gonna slip up? I doubt it.”

Haechan shushed him loudly. “Stop being so pessimistic! You’re scaring me. Well really, it’s noona I’m scared of. I don’t know what she’s gonna do if we don’t get her answers.”

“You know, we can always play a mind game on Yuta, making him think we know his secret and then he’ll spill everything to us.”

Haechan gave the taller boy a doubtful look. “Really think that’s gonna work?”

Jungwoo shrugged. “Never know until we try.”

The younger one rolled his eyes and focused on the restaurant’s entrance again, sitting up straighter when seeing Yuta exit the establishment alone.

Jungwoo scoffed and crossed his arms. “Whoa, he really came here to eat all by himself. He could have invited me at least.”

Haechan gave him a bored look. “You really think he came here to eat by himself? He would have at least invited noona to a place like this.”

“Why noona?”

“Don’t you ever see the look Yuta has for noona?”

“You mean Yuta likes her? Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. I’m never wrong in this type of thing.”

“What about noona?”

“Why else are we doing this mission? She wants to kill him. She has no interest in him. I don’t think she ever will for anyone... ever since Taeyong hyung,” Haechan muttered the last part. His eyes reconnected with the restaurant, going wide in shock when seeing a group of men exiting shortly after Yuta’s departure, and in the midst of it was your enemy.

Lord.

“Holy fuck,” Haechan whispered.

Jungwoo struggled to form words with his gaping mouth. “I can’t believe noona was right. But what if it’s a coincidence? Or Yuta went to spy on Lord?”

“I doubt it. If that was the case, Yuta wouldn’t be leaving before Lord. They had to have met up.”

While lounging in the common room, you received the call from Jungwoo explaining what they had witnessed, and your grip on the phone tightened as rage seethed in you. You couldn’t believe Yuta had the audacity to work for you while working with your enemy.

“I’m going to fucking kill him!” you screamed, making everyone alarmed by your sudden outburst.

“What happened?” Renjun asked.

You scowled hard at the very image of Yuta’s face appearing in your head. “Wait till the betrayer walks in.”

After a while, Yuta did, walking casually as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. When he was greeted with your furious gaze and wary glances from the rest, he asked, “Is something up?”

You strode up to him, and your hand itched to blow at his clueless face. “How about explaining yourself why you met up with Lord?”

His face paled when seeing your murderous look upon learning of the meet-up. “I can explain.”

“Then please explain. Because if I don’t like it...” Your finger pointed at the spot right in the middle of his forehead. “I’m pulling the trigger here. You’re working here while undercover for him, aren’t you?”

Yuta shook his head while keeping his gaze glued on you. “I’m not working for anyone else except you. I joined here only to work for you.”

“Bullshit. Why were you with Lord just now?”

Yuta dreaded answering that very moment. It was going to change your thoughts on him and he wasn’t ready for that. Not when he was the one responsible for once killing ones in your vicinity. “I once worked with him. Just for one time.”

Just as you had expected, you found your reason to kill him. But what you didn’t expect was the thing said next that had blackness clouding your vision.

“I was assigned to kill Taemin’s manager… and Sungchan.”

Sungchan.

Your personal assistant during your time as an actress. You couldn’t believe the one responsible for his death had been by your side and currently standing right before your eyes. Too zoned out of your surroundings due to sheer shock, you didn’t realize when they’d return and had a punch be thrown at Yuta’s face, causing Yuta to bend over by the blow.

Haechan fumed angrily at Yuta’s face while being held back by Jungwoo by the waist. “You fucking asshole! I’ll kill you with my own hands for killing Sungchan!”

Yuta silently accepted his fate and didn’t fight back. If he had known that contract would have resulted him in the current situation, then he would have never agreed to fulfill Lord’s request in the first place. Being on the rooftop of the building adjacent to your agency’s was when he was blessed by your presence through the lens of his fatal weapon. But a deal was a deal, and he couldn’t go back to Lord for failing his mission when sworn as the best assassinate in the underworld.

“Why did you kill them?” Renjun asked.

Yuta sighed dejectedly. “Lord said Taemin’s manager knew about him and couldn’t keep him alive. And for Sungchan,” he paused while trying to recollect the exact words, “said something like the boy ruined his plan.”

The words stirred something inside Haechan and realization dawned in him, making him quit trashing in Jungwoo’s hold as he stared at Yuta in shock. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, followed by a much louder scream when pushing Jungwoo off. “Fuck! Don’t you fucking dare tell me that asshole wanted Sungchan gone because of that time noona went to that restaurant with who we thought was Taemin, and Sungchan told me... and then... fuck!” He grabbed a fistful of his hair in his hands while repeatedly cursing under his breath.

Mark tried to calm Haechan down with a gentle pat on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not your fault. We had to do what we could to keep Y/N-ssi safe no matter what.”

“Yeah but… hold up. Where’s noona?” Haechan asked when trying to locate the very person they were supposed to keep safe at all times.

Confused, the others looked around, wondering when you had quietly sneaked out without anyone’s attention, expect for Kun. Kun noticed the emotionless look on your face during Haechan’s commotion while you walked away from the scene quietly, and he had an idea for what was going to happen next.

“Maybe she left to have some time for herself?” Johnny suggested. It was a big shock that a member currently in your gang turned out to be the killer of your dear one.

Renjun shook his head, images of merciless you rushing in his head. “With the way things have been going lately, I doubt it.”

“Maybe we should look for her,” Jeno added.

Mark nodded. “We should. Just to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

Before the boys could disperse to search for you, Jungwoo spotted you slowly walking back into their sight. “Oh noona!”

But the boys’ relief soon turned to fear when seeing your eyes distant and a lengthy weapon pointing downwards in your hold.

“Uh noona, what are you going to do?” Jeno questioned anxiously.

Your cold gaze focused back to the present moment and fixated on the man responsible for the start of your traumatic events, in particular being the one who had you at first become horrified by the sound of gunshots. Yuta watched you with his heart thumping fast. The moment he dreaded for arrived sooner than he thought.

You lifted the rifle, the same one Taeyong thought you on that very day when your life changed upside down, reminiscing the way Taeyong embraced you to correctly hold the rifle for shot precision and thinking about your love had your grip on the gun tighten murderously.

You were determined to kill Yuta.

“Y/N-ssi, please think before pulling the trigger,” Mark pleaded. The last thing anyone would want was to regret the blood of a corpse tainting the common area.

Your hard glare on Yuta didn’t waver. “Why should I?” Your tone was almost inaudible but everyone in the room heard it.

“Why would Yuta join us if he was going to betray us?”

“Obviously to pass info about noona to that fucking asshole!” Haechan yelled furiously at Mark.

“But what exactly did Yuta tell Lord though?” Johnny asked.

All eyes landed on the one in question, who stayed deadly silent throughout. Yuta heaved out a heavy breath, the time being his one and only moment to clear up the misunderstanding before his death by your hands, and muttered, “You guys can think whatever you want of me. Yes, I did go to Lord but not for the reason you guys think I did. He contacted me again for another task. He doesn’t know that I work for you.” He paused while softly looking into your glare. “He wants me to look for someone.”

Your resolve weakened with the rifle feeling a little heavier than before as you recalled the very words of the man you shot in public after meeting with Lord’s chauffeur, followed by the devil himself. They were all looking for someone... “Who?” You were getting very annoyed with the endless game of determining who the infamous person was that Lord was after.

Yuta pondered for a bit, debating whether to tell you or not, eventually going for the latter. “It’s not confirmed yet.” He wouldn’t want you doubting his words, have you think he was lying and further strengthen your will to kill him.

Your patience was running thin. If one more person was to tell you the exact thing you had heard three times, then you were going to torture them until you’ve wrung out the answer. “Just spit out who!” you yelled in rage.

Yuta flinched at your tone, and his heart ached to not utter the name. The second he did, he knew he’d lose you forever. Scanning his eyes around the room at the members, all of them wore a stressed look as they anxiously waited for the name that had Lord so desperate to get his hands on.

With an exasperated huff, he ripped the name off his lips like a bandaid. “Taeyong.”

- ❀ -

Taeil carefully covered the open wound on Yuta’s left shoulder after pulling out the bullet and stopping the bleeding. “Had it been any lower, it would have been the end of you,” he commented with seriousness.

Mark nodded. “Yo, you’re lucky Y/N-ssi spared you.”

Renjun clicked his tongue. “No, I think she meant to aim his heart but missed.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. The main point is something else other than Yuta getting shot.”

Johnny nodded. “That’s right. That’s far more important than anything else.”

Their eyes landed on Yuta to which he avoided with his gaze fixed to the floor. The image of you shooting him after uttering the name you longed to hear and storming away without a single glance back repeated in Yuta’s mind on an endless loop.

You on the other hand were pacing back and forth in the study room, your hands going through your hair in urgency to find answers. Kun, Haechan and Jeno glanced at each other anxiously while waiting for you to say something.

You hated being conflicted, only ever giving your all to one side of the balance scale. But here you were stuck right in the middle, unsure which direction to head into, which side to weigh more in. You wanted to kill Yuta so bad for causing such pandemonium in your heart. But killing him wouldn’t bring the answers that had your heart and soul so desperate for.

“What the hell do I do?” You shouted more to yourself.

Nervously, Jeno spoke up. “Noona, why don’t you rest?” Jeno hoped you could think things more clearly after some sleep.

Haechan scoffed. “You think she can sleep after hearing that hyung could be alive? But if he’s alive, then why hadn’t he come back to us or even just once contacted us?”

Your fist full of your hair clenched harder at all that you had been through without Taeyong. If only had he been by your side all this time could he have tamed your insanity.

Kun gently wondered aloud, “If Yuta looks for Taeyong for Lord, that’s dangerous since Lord wanted to kill him. We need to keep Yuta by our side.”

Haechan crossed his arms for a simpler solution. “Or just kill him. It’s not like a dead body can search for hyung anyway.”

Jeno tutted in disagreement. “Keeping Yuta is better. You never know. We can use him to our advantage against Lord.”

Your head ached the more your boys shared their opinions. The mess, the internal conflicts all had you blindsided by anger, feeling a hot rage and muttering the thing that you’d never in your right mind would ever dare to utter through gritted teeth. “I’m going to kill Taeyong.”

- ❀ -

The sun blazed down on you while leaning against your van with your arms crossed and your eyes behind your dark shades trailing up and down the tall building. Jungwoo pulled out a pack of cigarette, and tucked one in between his teeth. Flickering the lighter up, he ignited it at its butt and took a long drag in, puffing out white smoke. You plucked it out from his mouth and copied his action without a care. Bewildered, Jungwoo bit back his tongue since it was you. But when Renjun stole it from you for a puff, Jungwoo whined. “Hey! That’s mine.”

Renjun merely brushed him off. “You have more.”

While the three of you stood leaning against the van, the door to it was wide open where Haechan lazed inside with his eyes closed. A bit of smoke hit his noise and he figured what happened, making him exhale loudly. “The stress has gotten to everyone,” he mumbled. Johnny quietly sat in the passenger seat with the window rolled down, on standby mode.

The past few days had been tough on your gang as every moment felt like a ticking bomb for your boys every time you and Yuta were in the same room. Yuta despised the way you treated him, it being better that you’d treat him like an incompetent than hate him like an enemy. One time, Yuta tried to get onto your good side by bringing everyone drinks from your favourite café. For you to take your preferred caramel macchiato, pluck the lid off, and pour it all by his feet while holding a challenging gaze at him had everyone in the room gasp in shock and know that things weren’t going to get better between the two of you.

As if the boys weren’t already stressed of your vicious self recently and the revenge that Yuta had to become an additional stressor, top that off with their former boss’s unknown whereabouts.

Renjun’s eyes fixated at the peak of the building and asked, “What’s your plan, noona?”

You tilted you head while crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Find out when and which casino he goes to.”

Your next prey was a sidekick of Lord’s underboss. He was an interesting one because you had lately made a deal with him despite knowing he was someone of Lord’s yet you purposely hadn’t taken any action to harm him. Why? Because you had a fun idea in mind after learning that he was an avid gambler.

Your gore-filled imagines were interrupted when a soccer ball came rolling in your direction, hitting the front of your heels before bouncing off to a stop. A group of three cheerful little boys were chasing up to it. “Sorry!” one shouted and giggled.

Your short-temper got the best of you and with quick movements, you reached for the back of your waistband, retrieving a pistol out and shooting the ball without hesitation. The silencer muffled the sound of the gunshot, but the sight of the firearm, the ball popping and witnessing their beloved soccer ball deflate in seconds had the kids come to a complete stop along with their giggles, their expressions no longer joyful but rather filled with horror.

Jungwoo stared at you unamused as he expected that from you, Johnny didn’t give much of a reaction except for a tired sigh, shocked Renjun felt absolutely terrible for the children. Haechan shot up from his seat in alert and put the pieces together when seeing the scene in front of his eyes. “Noona, you shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered in disbelief.

“Here,” you spoke loudly enough for the kids to hear. “Take this trash away,” you said as you kicked the deflated rubbish in their direction.

The kids began screaming and crying as they ran away in fear. You didn’t care and harshly told Haechan to move for you to get in.

Jungwoo whispered to Renjun low enough to not let it reach your ears, “Do you think she’ll ever actually kill a child?”

Unbeknownst to your gang as the van prepared to leave, a lone figure covertly stood from afar as his newly dyed hair gently blew with the breeze, broken-hearted at the sight of how you’d become.

- ❀ -

You adored your newly done red manicure, silver rings decorated your fingers and a silver chain braced along your wrist right before the cuff of your white long-sleeved maxi dress. The van pulled to a stop a block before reaching the destination: the casino.

Jeno turned to you from beside and with a nervous heart asked, “Are you sure you still want to do this?”

It was a risky plan where you’d have to leave your boys’ sight in order to accomplish your mission, and that too to kill one of the higher ups under Lord.

You lifted your gaze to take a quick nonchalant glance at him before resuming your admiration for your nails. “Why not?”

“If anything goes wrong…” Jeno trailed off, expecting you to understand what he was hinting at. If anything did go wrong, then your life was dependent on your current enemy closest to you in your gang.

Yuta.

Johnny was covering the ground to avoid any chance of abduction while Yuta covered the higher levels of the casino building by being situated with his bullets ready in an adjacent building. If anything were to happen while you were alone with your prey, then you were relying on Yuta to save your life. At least the nighttime would make it easier for Yuta to save you as it was easier to see the inside of a lit room at night than day.

“Nothing will happen. Just because I had to give up on my acting career doesn’t mean acting died inside me. He won’t suspect me,” you reassured.

Kun opened the door to your side and offered his hand. You took his hand and stepped out carefully, making sure your red high heels wouldn’t be wrecked before it could meet its pre-determined fate.

“How do my lips look?” you asked Kun, already knowing how your red lips looks.

Kun gave you a serious and assured nod. “As dangerous as always.”

A corner of your lips curled up being highly satisfied by his answer. “Perfect.”

Walking through the opened doors of the brightly-lit casino, your eyes were busy scanning for your target, not giving any mind at the numerous bodies everywhere who gambled with their currencies or watched the plays with drinks in hand.

Kun came close to your ear and whispered, “He’s at the far end to your two o’clock.”

You immediately spotted him at one of the tables in midst of a round. Giving Kun a nod, it was time to play your cards and turn your prey’s night upside down. Your heels clicked with confidence as you marched up to the middle-aged man with a couple of young ladies glued to his sides, fake laughing at anything the man had to say. Lavishly radiating beauty and power, you slid to the empty seat beside him. All heads at the table turned your way, stunned to be graced by your presence.

“Oh, Y/N-ssi! What a lovely surprise,” your prey, who went by Choi, greeted you by dismissing the ladies away.

Putting on your best smile, you played along. “Indeed, it is a lovely surprise, especially when you’ve got so many chips in your possession.” You feigned amazement at all the colourful chips that would soon turn into cash. “You know,” you began while shifting your body closer to him, lingering a finger on the back of his hand, making it twitch upon contact. It’s working, you thought. “I’ve always had a thing for you,” you spoke smoothly.

He blinked in surprise and gulped at your comment. “Seriously?”

Nodding, you leaned in close and whispered for only him to hear. “Why don’t we have a night of our own? I have a room booked under my name.”

Right on cue, a staff walked up to you with a bright smile and handed over your key card. “Ma’am, your room is ready,” she informed. You picked it up, knowing Kun had sent her.

Choi couldn’t believe his luck and was overly excited for the sensual night to come. “I’d love to!”

Success! “Follow me then,” you murmured seductively and slid off your seat, treading to the elevator. Choi staggered off his seat and quickly caught up to you. He snaked an arm around your waist, hugging you closer to his belly but you stayed as composed as you could without cringing physically. Only a matter of minutes before his eyes go lifeless, you reminded yourself.

Once the elevator doors shut closed, Choi tried to bring his lips closer to you, but you held a finger up against them to stop him. “We’ll start the fun only in our room,” you instructed softly to which he thankfully obeyed.

Swiping your card to your room, you pushed the door opened which had Choi barging in eagerly. Just as you shut the door behind you, you watched him pull his blazer off, then unbuckle his belt, and then began unbuttoning his shirt. The room was small enough to make Yuta’s job easy if he were to use his bullets. But based on how Choi was desperate to show his vulnerable side, you wouldn’t need Yuta.

Slowly, you amorously walked towards him. Your hands bent to reach for the backside zipper, unzipping it down smoothly. As you approached close to him, your free hand went to trail along his bare chest while the other was still behind you, to what he assumed was you undoing your clothing. Right when you were close enough for him to lean for a kiss on the lips, you brought your hidden weapon out and jammed it hard in his stomach.

His eyes were blown out by the sudden attack, jaw dropped to the floor and no sound came out of him for a moment as he struggled to compose himself. When his eyes dropped to what had pierced into his belly, his hands trembled while attempting to grip your hand in order to weakly pull the knife out of his flesh. But you were stronger and resolute, and twisted it a 360 degree as if drilling a hole in him before pulling it out. Blood splattered and trickled over his skin to pool around his feet. His eyes shut in pain and panted hard before a scream ripped from his mouth when you jabbed the knife in another spot on his belly.

You chuckled darkly at his facial expressions twisting between pain and losing consciousness as blood continuously spilled out of his wounds. Your stained knife was brought up to his face and smeared his blood along his lips. “See? Didn’t we have fun? You got a chance to wear your own lipstick,” you said softly and laughed menacingly when you found that he wasn’t listening, wasn’t with you anymore. With the end of your knife, you pushed his head to make him fall lifeless to the floor.

Bending down, you picked up his abandoned shirt and wiped clean of your knife before fixing it back into your waistband. After fixing yourself, you stepped on him to head out of the room, purposely digging your heel into the open wound, making more blood erupt out of the hole. Every step you took left a little bit of blood until it dried away.

“Fucking code red!” Haechan screamed into his phone.

Jeno held his phone away and once Haechan quietened, he asked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m supposed to keep a tab on who’s coming to the casino tonight, and guess what? The underboss is!”

Jeno’s face paled at the possibility of things going downhill, and it might happen sooner than he thought when he suddenly noticed a sleek black car pull up by the entrance of the building and out stepped the underboss named Milan. You had been doing well keeping everything in check and making sure none of the higher ups under Lord knew about your deadly revenge. You knew war was bound to be declared but not when you weren’t prepared for it at the casino.

“Oh shit,” he muttered and cut Haechan’s call, speed dialling Kun right away.

Kun received the news and began panicking. It was only a matter of moments before the underboss would make his way into the casino, and the second Milan couldn’t locate Choi, suspicion was bound to rise.

He couldn’t take the elevator to find you as no one else was allowed to know the room number except for the name on the cardholder. You didn’t have your phone on you, so he couldn’t deliver the news that you had to leave the site before Choi’s death was discovered and you could bid farewell to your safe escape. Fighting against an underboss like Milan’s level wasn’t going to be easy and your gang wasn’t ready for that just yet.

Kun dialled for the only sniper who could give him an answer of your current status.

Yuta pressed the button on his earpiece while keeping his eye glued to the lifeless room. He was only in standby mode until he received the cue from Kun that the operation was over. “Yeah?”

“Yuta, where’s Y/N-ssi?” Kun asked urgently.

The sniper frowned. “She left the room a while ago. Shouldn’t she be down by now?”

Kun kept his eyes locked on the elevators, hoping one of them would miraculously open for you before Milan spotted you. “She’s not here yet.”

Based on Yuta’s calculations, you should have already been on your way out for the van. What happened Y/N, he thought to himself as his heart grew restless.

Exhausted, you stepped into the elevator and pressed for the ground floor. The doors closed and began moving with the gravity slowly. Shutting your eyes, you leaned against the side and tilted your head to rest against the wall. Being on one of the top floors meant you couldn’t have reached the ground floor that fast when you heard the elevator opened with a ‘ting.’ Curious, you opened your eyes in time to see a lean man in a dark suit walk in with a sequinned mask covering his entire face, only leaving two tiny holes for vision and hair peeking out.

He pressed the button for the level that was two floors above the ground and stood away from you with hands in his pockets. His blonde hair ran a little long that covered the back of his neck. Being highly suspicious, your hand should have already been reaching for your weapon. But for some reason, the faceless man had you stay defenceless.

When the doors shut and moved down for a bit, the man stepped forward and pulled the brakes, making the elevator stop in its tracks. You glued yourself more to the wall, mentally preparing yourself to throw fists and kicks, but all plans went down the drain when the man ripped his mask off to reveal the face of the one you longed to see, the one you longed to be in the arms of, the one you shed too many tears for, the one who you wished was by your side during your times of insanity, the one you wanted to kill…

“Taeyong…” you breathed out in sheer shock. Was he really there in front of you?

He abandoned his mask on the floor and stepped in front of you with crinkling eyes and a soft smile adorning his face. Without saying a word, he greeted you with his warm hands coming up to caress your face and planted a long kiss on your forehead.

A sudden electrifying warmth spread throughout your body, one you didn’t think your body was capable of feeling with the twisted reality. The nostalgic feeling of his lips on your head brought back a longing for all the precious moments that you had spent with Taeyong in the past. You wanted to ask a thousand questions but your tongue failed to form any words. How was he? Where had he been? What happened that night? Was he really alive? Why hadn’t he contacted you right away?

You lost the warmth when he pulled away and Taeyong sensed your panic. He gave you a reassuring smile while taking off his blazer, draping it around your waist and tying it by the sleeves to cover the splatters of blood of your recent kill. He held your face again and gently spoke, “Listen to me carefully. Once you get off this elevator, hide yourself while looking for Kun and get out of this building. Don’t get caught by Lord’s underboss.”

You missed his voice so much and finally hearing it momentarily brought a sense of tranquility to the calamity in your soul. Your hands reached up to hold his touch on your face. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded in a whisper, your eyes burning to break.

It was hard for Taeyong to dare and leave you in your current state, but he had to do it. He leaned his head against yours, keeping his gaze locked on you, and released one hand from you to press the button for the elevator to resume operation. “I promise, you’ll see me again,” he assured, snaking the free arm around your waist to bring you even closer to him, cherishing the moment before the elevator stopped for his floor.

Your hands repositioned to grab fistfuls of his white shirt, determined to not let him go. But your resolve weakened when Taeyong gently uncurled your fists from his shirt to not waste any time for your safe escape. Your sobs were mere seconds away from breaking loose. The doors tinged open and he stepped out. He blocked your way and shook his head when you were desperate to step out with him.

“Remember my words, Y/N,” he murmured.

You kept your eyes locked with his, neither of you moving or saying another word as the elevator parted the two of you. Once he was out of your sight, you crumbled to the floor, releasing all the tears that you suppressed for Taeyong. It only took a few seconds until the elevator reach the ground floor and that was when Taeyong’s words struck you.

When the doors opened, Kun was relieved to finally see you, though worried why you were on the floor with an unknown jacket around your waist, one that didn’t resemble with Choi’s. But it was no time for questioning. He cautiously looked around him and lend a hand out for you. “Y/N-ssi, we need to leave.”

You stared at his hand as Taeyong’s words rang in you.

Hide. Kun. Don’t get caught.

Taking Kun’s hand, you urgently scrambled to your feet and rushed for the exit while Kun kept an eye out for the underboss who was currently on the other side of the casino, unsuspecting of his missing sidekick.

Stepping past the threshold of the casino brought relief and even more when getting back into your van. Jeno stepped on the gas to drive you away from the danger while Kun texted Yuta and Johnny to meet with Haechan, signalling the end of the operation.

- ❀ -

In the pitch of darkness and silence, you laid in bed. In Taeyong’s bed. Every night, ever since the night of bombing where you believed that you had lost him forever, you’d curl up against the sheets, hoping to cling onto any lingering scent of his.

If it weren’t for the jacket that you were currently draped in, then you would have lost the littlest sanity that was left in you. It wasn’t your hallucination, wasn’t your dream. You really did see him, really did feel his lips against your skin, really did feel his bodily warmth.

You’ll see him again, you reminded yourself, it being the only hope to keep yourself moving for the revenge. “But when,” you croaked out weakly. You hoped that the next time you did see him again, you’d get your answers to all your questions.

The silence was broken by the sound of three knocks. When the door opened without a cue of your permission, you figured it was Haechan because the only other person who did that was away.

“Noona?”

Surprisingly, it was Jungwoo.

Heaving out a heavy sigh, you sat up on the bed while your eyes adjusted to the sudden lights that Jungwoo flickered on. He made his way towards you and sat quietly at the foot of your bed, playing with the Rubik cube. His eyes avoided yours and you noticed the fine lines of stress in between his brows.

“What is it?” you asked gently. It amazed you that during your cold-blooded decisions, he always sided with you without questions, but you expected that much for someone with specialty in torturous activities. You had grown a soft spot for him like you did with your boys during your actress life like Haechan.

He looked up to you with gentle eyes and softly asked, “You saw Taeyong hyung, didn’t you?”

When you returned home from the operation, your boys had noticed an unknown jacket wrapped around you but no one dared to utter a word of it. At first, Jungwoo thought it was just a spare jacket to cover the blood stains on your dress and that it would soon be burnt to ashes. But seeing that you still kept the blazer on could only mean one thing.

You only nodded in response. There was nothing else you could tell him of your priceless fleeting moment with Taeyong.

Jungwoo looked away from your gloomy eyes. “Noona, there’s something I want to tell you.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts and illustrate his appreciation for you. “For someone who’s never been exposed to the real underworld, you’re doing really well and I’m proud of you.”

You were stunned by his sudden declaration of gratitude and your ears perked up to sink in the words that you yearned to hear from the beginning of your time.

“Taeyong hyung had never been the kind of mafia leader like you are. Of course, he’d act against anyone who messed with him, but at the end of the day, he still had a soft persona for the innocent. You aren’t like that, but then I don’t think you ever would have become like this if it weren’t for everything you lost.”

He turned back to you with a glimmer twinkling in his eyes. “The way you kept going and never once regretted your actions no matter how cruel they’d be… I really respect you, noona.”

Your eye failed to contain the well as a teardrop slid slowly over your cheek. Your new self was too foreign for you that if anyone had told you that this was your future, you’d scoff at them and think it was absurd. But here you were, villainous, morally grey, all from everything you had to lose. Your passion, freedom and people. Losing it all to Lord.

Hugging your legs to your chest, you dropped your exhausted head onto your bent knees.

Jungwoo suggested, “I think you should take a break. Go visit your grandmother.”

- ❀ -

Turning off the engine of your car, you flipped down the self-mirror to check your state, making sure to look as joyful and presentable to the best of your ability. The last thing you wanted was for your grandmother find out your stress-filled life and have her worry endlessly. You planned to stay at your grandmother’s overnight as a small break from reality.

Getting out of your car, you stretched out your tired limbs, feeling the fatigue already wear off as the warm, sunny weather matched with your projected mood. You always felt serene watching the green leaves rustle gently with the breeze and listening to the birds chirp happily on the roof of the house. A smile stretched its way across your pink-glossed lips, feeling instantly relaxed and grateful for Jungwoo’s recommendation.

Your light footsteps headed for the steps of the house. “Granny!” you called for her excitedly, but your excitement soon died when you noticed a never-seen-before vehicle stationed off to the side of the house.

Your grandmother squeals at the sight of you and rushed to you. “Oh, my angel!” Her laughter usually had you reciprocating it back, but you could only give her a forced smile. “How are you? Has life been treating you well?” she asked.

Without answering her, you questioned, “Granny, who’s bike is that?” Seeing her all cheerful meant she wasn’t held in any danger, or at least you hoped that was the case. And even if she were to own a bike, it should have been something safer like a scooter, not be an expensive sports bike.

She clapped her hands happily as it clicked her. “Ah right! Yongie has been living with me for some time now.”

Taken by surprise, you wondered if your ears were playing a trick on you. “Yongie?”

Your grandmother turned her head and hollered, “Yongie! Come out! Y/N-ah is here!”

Your heart beat faster in anticipation to see the face that you’d been craving to see again, the moment arriving a lot sooner than expected after he promised that you’d see him again. After a brief moment of having your gaze trained on the entrance of the house, the world seemed to have stopped moving when your love stepped out into the sun, wearing his signature dazzling smile that moved your heart.

“Taeyong,” you breathed out in disbelief. Not once had you visited your grandmother since the start of your revenge. If this was where Taeyong had been hiding all this time, then you wanted to smack yourself for not thinking of coming to your safe haven earlier.

Your grandmother cleared her throat when sensing the atmosphere between you two. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk it out.” And right after, she scurried away for the kitchen with a wide grin.

Your eyes never once blinked when fixated on Taeyong as he walked towards you with hands in the pockets of his pants. A thin, white sleeved shirt loosely hugged his frame and his blonde hair was styled down to the side handsomely. He stopped right in front of you and with a heartfelt smile, he muttered, “We meet again.”

You sat on the steps, facing the sunlight, while Taeyong laid on the hard floor next to you, arms bent to rest under his head while staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

You broke the silence first and asked, “How did you get out alive?”

Sighing, he recalled the night of the warehouse incident. “I stole the keys to one of the bikes that were there. I made sure to set the bomb off once I was out.”

“You could have given us some hint that you were alive.”

Taeyong hummed. “Yeah, I could have. But it’s better everyone thought I was dead.”

Outraged, you turned to him. “Better thought dead? Do you have any idea what I had to go through without you?” you shouted. If your grandmother heard you, then you were thankful that she didn’t come out asking what was going on.

Exhaling through his nose, he clarified, “It’s better than a slip up. You know Lord is out to kill me.”

Huffing, you commented, “And we already have a slip up.”

“What do you mean?”

Running a hand through your hair, you told him. “Yuta. Know that great assassinate who worked freelance? He’s now in our gang. But he’s the one who killed Sungchan per Lord’s request, and he just received another request from him to look for you.” You turned your body to face him and asked, “What do I do with Yuta?” It was risky keeping him in case Yuta found Taeyong, but being a sniper with skills, it’d be a waste to kill him if Yuta really was on your side.

Taeyong sat up and gave you a half smile. “If you don’t know what to do, leave it for now. At the right time, you’ll know what to do.”

You scrunched your brows. “How can you be so sure?”

His smile stretched wide across his face. “I know what you’ve been up to. Always know that I’m everywhere you go like your shadow.” His smile faltered when recalling the events where you traumatized innocent lives at the restaurant, a family in their home and the childhood of small boys. He never thought his disappearance would cause excessive pain in you to turn malicious, and could only hope that things would get better now that you knew he was alive. But not completely better until Lord was wiped clean from the face of earth.

You scoffed at him. “How is that even possible?”

He picked his smile back up and dropped the secret innocently. “I had Sungchan install a tracking chip in your phone. I’m always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re safe.”

The only time when Sungchan could have had your phone was during your shooting schedule, which meant that Taeyong had your location all this time. “Woah, I can’t believe I’ve never once spotted you when I can always find Lord’s men stalking me in an instant.” A half laugh parted from you in amazement. “As expected from a mafia boss.”

Taeyong kneeled down to arrange the bedding and blankets for bedtime. You stood by the opening of the room, looking between him and your grandmother who was busying herself with last minute cleanup outside before calling it a night.

You headed inside in the room and kneeled down beside him. “So, how did you get Granny to let you stay here? Does she know you’re a…?”

The corner of his lips curled up. “She knows.”

“Really?”

“What do I know?”

“Granny!” You were startled by your grandmother suddenly bursting into the small room.

Taeyong answered, “That I’m a mafia leader.”

Her eyes lit up as she remembered the info. “Ah! Yes yes, I know.”

You arched an eyebrow at her. “And you’re completely fine with that?”

“Of course! Wait till I tell you of my days back when I was a gangster myself.”

You skeptically wondered if your grandmother was under illusion about it. But one glance at Taeyong’s warm smile had you feeling that she was saying the truth. “Are you really being serious, Granny?”

“I am being serious! Ask Yongie yourself! I told him all the stories. People were scared of me every time I was in the neighbourhood,” she proudly mentioned.

Taeyong brought his lips close to your ear and teasingly whispered, “It looks like it runs in the blood.”

“Okay, quit wasting time and go to bed already. Give me good news tomorrow morning,” she winked at you, and shut the door behind her, locking it from the outside.

Her last words threw you off guard. “Wait! What do you mean by that? And why did you lock the door?” you shouted. But all you could hear was her giggling as she scampered away.

Taeyong stifled back his laughter and you gave him a sheepish smile. “Why does she have to be so embarrassing?” you muttered.

Taeyong stood up and walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room. You didn’t mean to stare but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him when he pulled his shirt over his head to fold it away, leaving him shirtless and what he had on his backside exposed.

You gasped at the sight of it, making Taeyong smirk cockily. “Like what you see?” he asked in huskiness.

You mentally smacked yourself back in place before you ended up looking like a total fool. Clearing your throat, you said, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo on your back.”

He turned to you, and this time your eyes widened at the sight of his abs side having more of the tattoo.

Tattoo of a giant dragon in black ink.

Taeyong chuckled at your reaction and walked back to sit in front of you. “Do you like it?” he repeated, leaning close to you while earnestly waiting for your response.

You gulped nervously. How were you going to tell him that it was driving you absolutely crazy? Nodding, you whispered, “I love it.”

With a half-smile, he picked up your hand and guided you to touch along his front-side tattoo. The slight scraping of your nails stirred him hard as desire filled his eyes. Without delay, you latched your lips onto his, hungrily savouring the taste of him. His tongue delved in to explore your mouth while his hands carefully laid you down on the bedding, adjusting the pillow under your head before exploring under your top.

Sunlight seeped through the window as you gleefully cuddled against Taeyong in his lap on the floor. His back rested against the wall and his arms kept you as close to his warmth as possible. His lips pressed to your head and you relished in his embrace, until your grandmother suddenly unlocked the door and popped her head in.

“Rise and shine! Oh my God, why are you two fully dressed?” she asked as if greatly disappointed in you.

You stared at her incredulously. “What do you mean why we’re dressed? Are you expecting us to be naked?”

“Yes! How else are you gonna have a baby?”

Your head ached the more your grandmother had to give you second-hand embarrassment. Taeyong did his best to suppress his laughter as his shoulders trembled.

You refuted back, “Well, it’s not like we’re going to stay naked knowing you’ll come in at any second just like now!”

She huffed and ultimately agreed. “Okay okay, but just know that I’m say no to death until I hold your baby.” She walked away and muttered, “You guys are so responsible. Back in my days, we were so reckless.”

Your jaw hung utterly in shock while Taeyong burst out into tears of laughter.

Clicking the button to unlock your car, you heaved out a breath, unwilling to depart from your grandmother’s and go back to reality. You turned to Taeyong who still wore a smile but this one didn’t quite reach his eyes. “When will you come back?” you asked with your heart anticipating for a response that would have you look forward to.

He pressed his lips before answering. “Soon.”

Dejected, you pouted slightly. How soon was soon? “You know that Lord knows you’re alive. Are you still going to hide?”

Taeyong nodded. “I’ll attack at the right time.” He reached for your cheek and caressed you tenderly. “I have my eyes on someone right now. Once we remove him from the picture, hell will break loose and you’ll need to be ready for it.”

You weren’t worried about being ready as you were always on lookout for hell. “Who is this person?”

“Milan. Lord’s underboss.”

He was the one you had to hide from at the casino. “That hell might be breaking sooner rather than later, right?” For Milan to put the pieces together and link Choi’s death to you was going to be a no-brainer, and then he would do anything to rid any danger around him even if that meant killing the one his boss wanted alive. Before Milan could get to you, you had to finish him, and when Lord’s own subordinate was out of the picture, there was no knowing what Lord was going to do and that was going to be the real war against Lord.

Nodding, Taeyong pulled you into a hug. He patted your head gently and muttered, “Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll be your shadow keeping you safe.”

- ❀ -

Milan took a deep breath in with the cigarette held between his index and middle fingers and puffed out a white fog. The cigarette crushed in his hold as rage and fear overwhelmed him. His lawyer stood next to him, giving guidance for his well-being. “Either leave the country or kill her.”

Killing you meant being beheaded by Lord. If anyone were to harm Lord’s precious darling, then they could confidently bid farewell to their lives, even if you were after them in the first place. “Do you think I’ll be spared if I leave the country?” There was no guarantee for his safety after seeking refuge in another country if you were determined to out him.

The lawyer sighed. “Then you know what to do.”

- ❀ -

Walking back into the mansion, you found your boys waiting for your arrival. You made sure to keep a neutral expression to not give away of your recent encounter. Your eyes landed on Yuta who stood stiff and ready for your command. Having him in your gang still brought unbounded stress on you. Blindly trusting him was risky, but Taeyong not telling you to kill him had stopped you from doing so. You knew Taeyong wasn’t going to get caught no matter what. Whether Yuta were to report to Lord or not was what you needed to find out.

Walking up to Yuta, you stopped right in front, shocking him and your boys in the room. It was the first time you had come close to him ever since the beginning of the cold war. Yuta’s mouth hung slightly in surprise as he stared into your icy eyes.

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you decided on asking the one thing that would finalize your endless internal battle. “About Lord’s request. What are you going to do once you find Taeyong?”

Speechless by the sudden inquiry, Yuta gathered his thoughts, “Lord wanted me to kill him.”

Without waiting for him to make up his mind, with seriousness you ordered, “Then kill Taeyong.”

His eyes widened in pure shock as audible gasps filled the room.

“Noona, are you being serious?” Jungwoo asked.

Without lifting your hard stare on Yuta, you answered, “I’m not playing the slightest bit. It’s my order for you, Yuta. Kill Taeyong once you find him.”

“Having you fucking lost it?” Haechan screamed at you. “I’m going to fucking kill someone.”

You glanced at Haechan. “You can kill him too.” You knew Haechan wouldn’t.

“Y/N-ssi, please think this through. If this is your real order for Yuta, he will get it done,” Kun spoke with urgency noted in his tone.

Though you were calm as you could ever be. “I know, which is why this will be your real order, Yuta.” You locked your gaze back on the infamous assassin. “Kill Taeyong. As per Lord’s request, and as my order.”

“What fucking crack are you on?” Haechan stormed right behind you as you headed inside your bedroom. “I thought we all wanted hyung back!” he yelled.

You stuck with you plan in case of unwanted ears dwelling around, it was better to have everyone think the same of your decision than be divided. “When did I say I wanted Taeyong back?” Your tone was low and composed. Your old self would have had your heart threatening to burst out of pounding anxiety at the given order, but your new self was calm as if you knew the outcome already of the plan. It wasn’t just a test to see whose side Yuta was on.

You wanted Yuta to aim his bullet for Taeyong so that you could end him.

- ❀ -

Trees sped by you, but you didn’t pay any mind to them as your thoughts were preoccupied by your plan for the night. Sitting in the passenger seat next to your despised member, you pondered about who the lucky ones were going to be in having their fates meet with your bullets.

Yuta drove with his palms tightly secured to the steering wheel. It was only him and you in the car. Your plan was risky but it had to be done before you’d come face to face with Lord. Unaware of your true intentions for the night, your boys weren’t happy with your decision of going out without more backup for your safety… and in case you killed Yuta on the streets. But no one dared to refute the icy cold look on your face when you swore that you weren’t going to come back alone.

After much time, Yuta asked, “Where exactly are we going?”

Without looking at him, you muttered, “To Milan.”

Yuta’s heart pounded hard in his throat as he swerved the car to the side, stopping it momentarily. He turned his body to face you from his seat. “Why are we not bringing the others? You know Milan would want you dead.”

You shrugged carelessly. “It’ll be obvious we’re out to attack.” Finally giving him a glance, you said, “Don’t worry about me. Let’s see how good you really are at your job.” And whose side he was on.

Milan worked till late nights on the top floor in the company building. It was bound to be difficult to eliminate him when he had security cameras within his office, keeping a tab for the main grounds and the happenings within the building. If you came into sight, your opponent was bound to set off an alarm for his men to get you.

Yuta was at a bind. He could easily finish the task by going in himself and shoot Milan in his office. But that meant leaving you alone and he couldn’t do that no matter what’d you say. As always, your safety came first. “What’s the plan?” he asked after turning off the car ignition a block away from destination to avoid being directly under a camera’s view.

And exactly just what he feared came true. “You go and kill him,” you said.

“What about you?”

You gave him a cold glare. “Like I said before. Don’t worry about me.”

With a heavy sigh, he willed himself to be ready for an unpredictable night.

Fixing a black cap on your head and a black face mask to help shield your identity from the lens of a camera, you watched Yuta enter the building from your seat without a hassle just like you had expected. You waited a few minutes, giving him enough time to go up before you’d make your move. After you stepped out the car and shut the door behind you, you looked around your vicinity, keeping check of anything out of place. Spotting nothing, you adjusted your black jacket hugging your frame and strode in confidently.

You passed by the front entrance without a problem. Whether your presence had been detected and triggered a silent bomb you wouldn’t know until you reached the top. Pressing the button for the elevator, the doors opened for you, allowing you to step in and pressed for the bloodthirsty floor.

Just before the doors shut from the dark lobby, a figure suddenly came into your view. Half of his blonde hair was hidden under a black cap like yours, though you could still see the eyes of your lover as he gave you an assured nod and a half smile before disappearing out of your sight.

Huffing out a breath, you could only hope for the night to go your way while keeping Taeyong alive.

The elevator opened upon reaching the end. Walking out, your steps slowed when noticing a number of bloodied bodies who appeared to be Milan’s guards laying sprawled out on the floor. Pulling out your pistol from your waistband, you cautiously made your move for the office’s entrance as your heart suddenly began thumping at the back of your throat.

On your toes, you pushed the glass door slightly ajar, taking note of the lifeless workspace with a few more guards shot down. This was not the plan you laid out for Yuta. Being on Lord’s side wouldn’t need Yuta to shoot down anyone in his way. He could have unsuspectingly entered Milan’s office and shot him down without a sweat. Shooting the bodies down was in your agenda.

Why did Yuta unnecessarily stir up trouble? And worse, where was Yuta and Milan?

Right when you got inside Milan’s empty cabin, your phone buzzed. Keeping your eyes out for any surprises, you answered.

“Yuta, I’m gonna fucking kill you once I find you!” you screamed over the phone as you slammed on the accelerator, speeding the car to catch up to your prey along the empty lanes of the dead streets. “Why didn’t you just do as I said?” you breathed heavily in anger.

Yuta sighed as he dropped to the floor, leaning against the barrier that could have had him catch up to Milan if he hadn’t been barricaded in the dark stairwell. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he muttered softly, a hand running through his hair in stress. Never once in his life had he slipped up no matter the mission, and for once he did, all because he wanted to keep you away from harm.

Shooting the men down had more attention drawn to him, making it harder to eliminate Milan. Yuta didn’t mind it if it meant less danger for you if you were to come up the building. But when Milan made his escape by taking the stairs, Yuta didn’t think at the end of the stairs was a locked end.

“I’m gonna deal with you later,” you spitted out before cutting the call. Your eyes fixed on a white car far ahead of you. No matter how much you maxed out on the speedometer, you could merely catch up at the speed of a sloth.

You knew Milan was in the car but you hadn’t expected a second body to be in there as well, making them reach out and pull triggers in your way. Luckily, they missed every time but that didn’t stop them from trying to shoot you.

“How the fuck am I gonna get to them?” You cursed your luck for your flopped plan.

A sudden dim light appeared in the rear-view mirror, making your eyes glance at it and wonder who it could be. The closer it sped in your direction, the quicker you realized that it was your saving grace. The familiar sports bike sped past you smoothly, briefly catching sight of Taeyong meeting your eyes from behind his helmet before speeding for your target.

You watched the scene slowly unfold as Taeyong zoomed past Milan’s car, stopping himself at the perfect distance to prepare his gun as Milan approached him. The car tires screeched to a halt, trying to get away from Taeyong’s aim but failed to when Taeyong shot right at them, causing the car to swerve and tumble onto its top, meeting its end. A few seconds later, you were met with the vehicle blowing up into flames, making you swerve your wheels aside to a stop right before you could enter the pits of the flames.

You closed your eyes, feeling the effects of the adrenaline tone down as the chase came to an end. “Y/N!” You heard Taeyong called out for you as he ripped your door open, feeling his warm hand caress your cheek.

Without lifting your eyelids, you asked, “Who else was in that car?”

“Milan’s lawyer,” Taeyong informed. “We killed two birds with a stone.”

Your angry stomps resonated the flooring as you stormed into the house. Kun waited for your return and wondered why you were outraged. “Y/N-ssi, what happened?”

Yuta followed right behind you with his head hung low. Glaring directly at the one responsible for the mess, you yelled, “Ask Yuta yourself.”

Your return was audible from every corner of the mansion and slowly Mark, Renjun, Jeno and Johnny filed in. “What’s wrong, Y/N-ssi?” Mark asked.

Turning to Mark, you told him. “Yuta fucked up, that’s what’s wrong.”

“Can you please explain, noona?” Renjun requested gently.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you muttered, “We went out to catch someone and Yuta didn’t follow my order.”

“Who were you catching?”

“Milan.”

Gasps of disbelief filled the room as the boys couldn’t believe that you went after Lord’s underboss without them. “Noona, why didn’t you bring us?” Jeno asked with his forehead lined in stress.

Rolling your eyes, you reassured him, “Milan is dead.”

Johnny gave you a confused look. “Then what went wrong?”

Whether Yuta fucked up on killing Milan wasn’t the reason why you were fuming. You were only upset over the one thing that your plan was based on. If it weren’t for that, you would have somehow brought your boys for backup.

Without you replying, your boys got the answer when the very person that you formed your plan on walked into the room, shocking everyone for the second time, except seeing their Taeyong hyung alive right before their eyes since the bombing had more of a shocking effect than the former news of Milan’s death.

“No way,” Renjun breathed out.

“Boss?” Mark questioned his sight.

It really was Taeyong, back in the very place he used to live in. He gazed at his boys softly.

Wide-eyed, Jeno said, “Whoa, you really are alive.”

“But wait…” Johnny’s eyes wavered between Taeyong and Yuta, ultimately landing on you.

Huffing bitterly, you said, “You guessed it.”

Mark’s hands went to his head as it ached. “Hold up. Someone please break it down for me. Wasn’t Yuta supposed to kill Boss?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Don’t you guys get it? I’ve been trying to find the perfect excuse to kill Yuta.”

Yuta only stared down at the floor, hurt that you doubted his standpoint and put him on a test. When you came back to rescue him after killing Milan, that was when he noticed Taeyong by your side. It was clear based on your nonexistent distance between Taeyong that you never had any intention of killing him, and when you swore that you’d come back home with someone, the plan wasn’t with Yuta but with Taeyong.

Yuta lifted his gaze to glance at your lover that he wished to be, the one he could have been working under had it not been for your takeover. His eyes met with Taeyong’s briefly and wondered how lucky Taeyong was to have your heart. His heart broke at the mere thought that he would never become the one you’d need.

After taking a few deep breaths, you calmly skimmed your eyes around the room, the volume tending to be on the quieter end than usual. “Where’s Jungwoo and Haechan?” you asked.

“They’re probably still in their room. I’ll call them down,” Jeno said. He first dialled Jungwoo but oddly there was no response. He then tried calling Haechan and after a few rings, the call was answered. “Haechan, come down fast. Noona is-” Suddenly, Jeno’s face paled and turned to gape at you.

“What is it?” you asked. When he didn’t reply, you marched up to him and snatched his phone from his grasp. “Haechan, where the fuck are you?” But the voice you heard next was not of Haechan’s.

A dark laughter rang through the phone. “Darling, I’m not Haechan.”

It was Lord.

Your blood ran ice cold as you dreaded for what you already knew was going to come. “What did you do to them?” your voice came a little weak than you hoped for. Your hand trembled at your side, fearing for the worst possible outcome to the night.

Losing another loved one.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll guarantee their safe return, not sure if in one piece though,” he chuckled at his own joke. “Only for one thing in return. And I’m sure this time you know exactly what I want.” Without a response from you, he ended the call.

For a moment, the room went death silent, as the rest waited for your next word. You only trembled in fear, panicking like crazy, and worried sick that you were close to losing another loved one to Lord. You let out a bloodcurdling scream as you threw Jeno’s phone across the room, causing it to shatter into pieces. His phone was the least of your concerns.

You dropped to the ground, your hands weaved in your hair as you tugged at it hard till pain shoot from the roots of your scalp. “If he takes one more person out of my life, consider me dead!” you screamed.

Taeyong’s heart ached when seeing your distress. He crouched down beside you and rested his hand on your head gently. “Y/N,” he called for you softly.

“This is my promise that I won’t let him touch any more of my people.” You had already lost so many precious souls in your life that until Lord was dead, you felt like every single one left was a ticking time bomb, when or if they were to die next. Death had merely become a routine in your life and you couldn’t care about anything more than to protect those still left alive.

“Don’t worry,” Taeyong reassured. “I’ll make sure they’ll get out safely.”

Your eyes hardened at his words and you glared at him. “What do you mean you will? You’re not going.”

He blinked at you. “But-”

“If you think you’re stepping out this house, then it better be for my dead body. You’re not going to fake your own death again and you’re not walking to your real one.”

The sudden shift in mood between you and Taeyong had the boys tensed as Taeyong solemnly stared into your unwavering eyes.

“What do you plan to do, Y/N-ssi?” Kun spoke up after much thought.

Your teeth clenched at the thought of having to rely on the one perfect for the job, but he was all that you had left. Standing up and leaving Taeyong, you strolled up to Yuta, surprising everyone.

“Yuta, this is my final mission for you. After this, I’ll let you free from our gang if you want. What do you say? Will you save Jungwoo and Haechan?” you asked. After all that had happened, you needed Yuta to be your only hope and saviour in saving your precious boys from hostage. You would have apologized to him after all that you’d treated him, but you couldn’t show your weak side, certainly not as a mafia leader.

The infectious smile that you had first seen during his introductory blinded over his features and he bowed in appreciation. Nothing else matter to him besides being given a chance to finally get onto your good side. “I promise I’ll put my life on the line and make sure they come back safely,” he vowed cheerfully.

The rest of your boys discreetly glimpsed at their former boss. Taeyong quietly observed the way hope brimmed your eyes when Yuta smiled at you.

In a dark room, two chairs were tied back-to-back, with two bodies on either of them, limbs and torsos bound tightly to the chairs by a rope. They hadn’t been beaten too badly, only a few punches thrown at their faces and stomach, forming few black bruises to their skin. A man guarded the room, making sure neither of them came free.

Jungwoo scowled at him and threatened, “Wait till my hands come free. I won’t spare anyone for touching my handsome face.”

Haechan scoffed at the older one without seeing his face. “That’s if they ever do come free, you fool.”

“You’re the real fool. This wouldn’t have happened if we didn’t follow noona.”

“Please! I only suggested and you agreed!”

“Shut up!” The man shouted at the two bickering. “One more word and you’ll get another beating.”

That made the two silent for a moment, not because they were afraid of Lord’s minion, but they didn’t want to waste their energy on less important matters like bickering and instead reserve it for more important ones. There was no doubt that you were going to come and save them, and what had them silently worry was how you were to do so.

The van rolled to a stop right before the given address. You observed the brightly lit establishment under the night, a massive palace surrounded by well-maintained greenery and fountains, beams of lights integrated along a path guiding to the entrance where guards stood by the grand double doors.

“What the hell is this place?” you muttered.

Kun said, “This might be where he lives.”

A half laugh parted from your mouth. “It’s gonna be pure hell tonight.” To find Jungwoo and Haechan and then finish Lord wasn’t going to be easy in the gigantic building. “How many men do you think he has in there?” you asked.

Kun could only give you a look of uncertainty.

Smacking your red lips together, you fixed your earpiece in. “Well then, looks like it’ll be me and Yuta,” you said while looking at the sniper who was just as ready as you were with his gun loaded.

“Must you really do this alone, noona?” Renjun asked.

You nodded in confidence. “I’m not risking any of you getting killed in there.”

“But what if something happens to you?” Johnny asked.

“He will never kill me.”

“How are you so sure?”

Pushing back the unpleasant memories that threatened to surface, your intuition spoke, “I just know it.”

Jeno and Mark sat at the front in a black car, high on anxiety and tension. Against your order of keeping Taeyong inside the mansion, it was either have the boys take him to you or he’d do so himself, and the latter sounded a lot riskier than the boys sitting at home doing absolutely nothing but worry for the unknown.

“What are you planning to do, hyung?” Jeno asked.

Taeyong gazed ahead at the van situated not too far from view. “Do what I told her I’ll always be.”

With oozing charisma, you strolled up to the palace. The guards recognized you and without a word, immediately opened the doors for you. Your hidden earpiece was your only connection to Yuta, giving him orders of where to locate himself just outside the confinements of the palace.

As you reached the foyer, six more men appeared. “Before going beyond this point, we need to search you.”

Dramatically scoffing at him, you asked, “Are you seriously gonna search me? You really think I’d have anything on me to hurt Lord?” You’d bravo yourself for keeping your acting skills alive. The only thing on you was a pistol and you weren’t worried if that got taken away because you had something else up your sleeve.

An order rang through the man’s earpiece and it was loud enough to know that he was being yelled at when his face slightly contorted. “I’m sorry, Y/N-ssi. It won’t be necessary on you.” As expected, you thought smugly. “But Lord is asking for Taeyong’s presence.”

“I want to see my boys first. If anything happened to them, then he can forget about Taeyong,” you warned.

He relayed the message to his boss and eventually nodded much to your relief. “Okay, you can follow me.”

Just as he said it, glass shattered from a nearby window as bullets flew to take down all six of the men without any time lapse. You stood calmly in the midst of the bloodied chaos, impressed by the sniper skills. Yuta hopped in from the destructed opening and grinned at you, holding his gun proudly.

“So how long are you gonna stay here? Don’t you wanna eat or sleep?” Jungwoo asked the man holding them captive.

“Nah, he’s Spiderman,” Haechan cracked.

“But Spiderman eats and sleeps,” Jungwoo pouted.

“Really? Let’s find out. Hey man, can you google-”

“Shut up!” He roared. “If you open your mouths again, then I’ll tape them up.”

The door slammed open as Yuta barged in, shooting down the man in one bullet. You entered the room, relieved to see Jungwoo and Haechan not too bad of a condition. “Thank goodness you’re okay,” you muttered out of sheer relief.

“Noona!” Haechan dramatically cried out for you and you lightly smacked his head in return. “Ow!”

“How is it that I can hear you from afar?” you told him while taking out your pistol and aiming it at the ropes. Your bullet pierced through the knots, untying your boys free.

“At least it helped you find us,” he retorted.

“And now I need Jungwoo’s help to get the night going,” you said.

“Let me guess, for my specialty, right? I can’t wait to torture that son of a bitch,” Jungwoo smirked evilly.

“Look, over there,” Jungwoo pointed at the set of double doors heavily guarded by four men.

“Lord has to be in there,” Haechan commented.

You nodded, agreeing with them. Already having gone across the entire floor, this was the only one where guards took their stance. “Shoot them after I get in,” you only said before stepping forth for the doors to hell.

Marching up to them, the guards eyed you up and down, one muttering something to his earpiece. “Is Lord in there?” You asked with attitude, but the confidence that you exhibited was nowhere near matching with your quickened heart and sweaty palms. When the guard nodded and stepped aside to let you in, horror began to sink in.

It was time.

The doors were opened for you and you took a bit of time to scan the room. It was his study room but not a simple one like yours. This one was huge, an endless ceiling with chandeliers hanging from above, arched walls decorated in white and gold as endless book collections were embedded in them. In short, you felt like you were in some sort of library in heaven.

Cautiously stepping inside, the doors closed behind you and you stilled for a moment as you heard bodies drop to the floor just as you had expected. You were surprised that no one was in the room when you expected for more men to be with Lord. Guess you wouldn’t be having your bullets be covered in blood.

But where was he?

At the far end of the room sat a gigantic desk where backside of a chair faced you. That was when you noticed pecks of hair sticking out of the headrest.

Your heart rate spiked upon locating your enemy. “Lord,” you greeted, filled with venom.

Your nemesis swirled around and there you see him again after a long time. His lips curled up in amusement, making you feel disgusted. “Darling, what a surprise.” Hopping out of his chair, he rounded the table and sauntered up to you, his eyes locked with a dangerous glint as if he were ready to devour his prey. “And that too alone, just the way I like it,” he whispered the last words, causing a chill to run down your spine.

You held your face from being contorted in fear. “It’s been a while. I’ve been waiting for you.” Nights spent waiting to end him would finally be over. You weren’t leaving the palace until every limb, every bone, every organ of his was dismantled.

His hand lifted to trail a finger along your profile, admiring how beautiful you looked just like when he first laid his eyes on you at the club. Goosebumps raised along your skin and you did your best to show an indifferent facade when you badly wanted to rip his arm off. “I still remember the first time I saw you.” He chuckled lightly and added, “Like it always goes. I get what I want.”

It was time. You raised one hand to touch his cheek, making him swoon over your touch, while your other hand went to the back pocket of your pants, pulling out your hidden weapon. “And I still remember that night when you took me to the restaurant,” you spoke softly with velvet laced in your tone. “Let’s have fun like the way you originally wanted that night,” you smirked darkly. Tightening the grasp of the item in your pocket, you sneakily snaked your hand around to his neck and punctured the needle in.

His brows scrunched ever so slightly, feeling the slightest pinch at something at the base of his neck. You stroked his face softly. “What’s wrong, darling?” You asked seductively, and pushed the contents of the syringe into his system. Pulling it out, you stepped away from him and watched the show begin.

His eyes shook as his head spun subtly. “What did you do?”

A menacing laugh escaped from your lips and showed him the empty syringe. “Nothing really, just doing the same thing you did to me that night, except a higher dose.” You threw your weapon away and walked past defenceless him towards his table. Grabbing the chair, you pushed it hard to roll itself to its owner, making his knees buckle and crash his body into it helplessly. A small table sat at the corner of the room and you took your pistol out, shooting at a leg to come free. It was the best you could use as a rod. Strolling back to your prey, you smirked at the accomplishment of getting one step closer to your ultimate goal. Pressing on your earpiece, you said, “Come in.”

The doors burst open and the first person in was the one who went against your order. Taeyong’s chest heaved up and down when locking his sight on you. The rest of your boys rushed in right behind him.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at your lover. “Funny how I expected you’d actually come here.”

Haechan dashed to Lord with a rope and tied him up, not that it was really necessary, while Jungwoo handed you a bar of metal rod that he was able to find right before coming in. “This will be better for you,” Jungwoo said. Yuta stayed on the lookout to make sure no surprises popped up during your last deadly operation.

You chucked away the table piece and gripped tightly onto the heavy rod. Lord’s eyes failed to focus on Taeyong as his breathing deepened. Giving Taeyong one last look where he stayed rooted in place and watched the murderous glint in your eyes, you put your all into swinging the rod at Lord’s head.

- ❀ -

[8 years later]

“Omma, look, it’s Y/N-ssi!” A little girl pointed in your direction and beamed happily.

A curl lifted at the corner of your glossy lips as you lounged on the beach chair, bathing in the sun along the shore of a beach. You lifted your dark shades above your head and fixed your attention on her.

The mother bowed to you in greeting and asked, “Is it okay if she can have your signature? We love re-watching your dramas.”

“Of course,” you smiled.

She handed you a blue colouring marker and opened to a blank page in a book. As you signed your signature with care, the little girl asked, “Will you come back on TV?”

Being an officially retired actress, you had no plans in doing so. But that didn’t mean you’d crush her dreams in case you ever did take up a project. Bending close to her from your seat, you said, “Maybe one day.”

Her mother thanked you profusely at your kind gesture and you smiled warmly at their retreating figures, watching the kid happily skip away on the sands.

A huge smile stretched across Taeyong’s lips as he witnessed the interaction when approaching you. “Looks like you’re back to your old self,” he commented when handing you a pina colada.

Taking a sip of the refreshing combination of citrus and tangy sweetness, you smiled at your lover, and husband, before turning to watch Mark, Renjun, Jeno and Haechan play joyfully in the crystal waters with your seven-year old son.

After the operation was over, Yuta declared resignation from his post in your gang, deciding to go freelance again. More than pleased with his performance in the operation, you developed a trust in him and wished to keep him if he wanted, no longer harbouring ill feelings against him. But he was adamant, not telling you the real reason for his departure with a heavy heart whenever he saw you with Taeyong.

Johnny, Kun and Jungwoo played beach volleyball with a new member of your gang named Jaehyun, hitting it off with staying on your good side when excelling at his tasks with his seducing skills. No matter how great of a seducer Jaehyun was with his opponents, he could never win over you with his playful flirts.

Your heart only belonged to one man.

Taeyong laid down in a chair beside yours. His brown hair with blue streaks ruffled with the warm air. His white shirt lazily hugged his frame and you would be able to see the dragon tattoo faintly through the material if he went in the water. “Would you ever go back to your actress life if things were different?” He asked while keeping his eyelids down, feeling the sun kiss his skin.

If things were different and you hadn’t lost everyone you did or become a mafia leader, then there was a chance you would. But the thrill you’d get as a mafia queen was far greater than the thrill you felt as an actress. Keeping up your angelic image to the public was stressful when having people constantly stalk you, make uncomfortable advances for you, and keep up with rules and proper etiquettes. As a mafia queen in the underworld, you could take revenge on anyone using any means without a worry the consequences. “No, I wouldn’t,” you replied truthfully.

Taeyong propped onto his elbows and watched your son laugh his heart out at something Mark said. “What do you think he’ll become when he grows up?”

You shrugged. “He can be whatever he wants. It’ll be interesting if he becomes an actor or mafia boss. We’ll just have to see.”

He smirked. “Or both. Never know, he can be dangerous.”

Chuckling, you said, “I doubt more dangerous than my lips.”

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