#d.o mafia

[an-annyeoing-writer]

tw: mentions of death

There is more to the gaze he graces you with than the people around you dare to see.

You are his weak spot; among all the people who try to hunt him and yourself down, you are the one mafia!Kyungsoo trusts with no regret. You became what he enjoys to see at work every day, no matter how tough it sometimes gets. Simply tired or covered in blood and sweat, he feels a quiet relief whenever he spots your face in the crowd of the organization’s workers waiting for him and others at the HQ. It means that everything is okay, that you’re both still alive, that nobody took you away from him yet, even though it’s him who is in more danger as the days pass by.

Others see just regular people in love – nothing out of ordinary, really, almost everyone has gone through this in their lives.

But to Kyungsoo, it’s like his whole existence orbits around you, the center of his being, the sun of his universe.

You’re in wonder, truly, how much he cherishes you, how much he could worship you, give away all of himself just for you.

It’s almost as painful to you when the day comes and your hand holds the blade of a small knife in his chest, watching the life slowly slip out of him, with every second that brings him closer and closer to the inevitable.

But there is no sense of revelation, of dread or hate in him. No sense of betrayal, of having his life torn away by the one he loves the most.

There is only calm, silent acceptance.

You might have only pretended to love him, but it makes you realize that no one will ever love you as much as he truly did.

[jetaimais]

SOME NIGHTS YOU DANCE WITH TEARS IN YOUR EYES

CHAPTER THREE

pairing: baekhyun x reader, (in future chapters) ot9!exo x reader

genre: mafia, fluff, (in future chapters) smut

warnings overall: gang shit, cursing, violence, mature scenes, drugs, blood

warnings in this chapter: drugs, slight daddy kink, oral (f!receiving).

word count: 3k+

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and you’ve been in the club for two hours. Nothing is interesting enough to catch your attention and you start getting bored. You consider leaving when you suddenly catch sight of a tall lean man in the middle of the dance floor.

He is surrounded by women and men seemingly younger than him, all not immune to his charm. He’s dressed in a dark uniform that matches the dim lighting perfectly. He’s wearing what looks like normal dress pants and as a top he wears a black shirt that opened up, showing off his amazing abs. All of the black brings out the blue of his eyes that seem to light up at every movement of the lasers in the room— lasers that flicker and reflect on his perfectly smooth skin.

You continue to stare at him as you play with the drink in your left hand until you make eye contact with him. Your eyes never stop moving even when he turns around and starts walking to reach the other side of the club, he positions himself up against the wall and seems to be waiting for you to come over.

You grin to yourself because of the confused-looking women who were dancing around him who just happen to notice that he’s gone.

You graciously jump out of your seat and before taking a step, you leave your drink on the counter and plunge your hand in your black Chanel bag (that Baekhyun obviously bought for you).

You pull out a blunt and light it up. You bring the tip to your lips and inhale slowly. You let the smoke infiltrate your lungs before turning slightly your chin to meet the eyes of the beautiful stranger who’s still looking at you. As you exhale, his right eyebrow raises up at the sight and he smirks.

When Baekhyun asked you if you ever smoked you simply told him that you’ve never touched a cigarette, it wasn’t really a lie. You considered telling him about your nasty habitude of rolling up joints but the content he expressed when you told him that you “didn’t smoke” made you stop in your tracks. He obviously had a thing for innocent girls, so you decided to fully play the role just to please him.

But tonight, you were unapologetically you. You raise your head and take long strides towards him. Your black latex skirt rides up and you instinctively reach to tug at the hem but stop midway letting it crawl up to the middle of your tanned thighs.

You finally arrive in front of him, and the first thing you notice about him is not the huge scar on his face but how extremely tall he is. Even with your high heels you still feel dwarfed as he looms over you.

You don’t say anything as you take a big mouthful of smoke and purse your lips in a pout. You bring your hands to his jawline and he takes the hint, lowering himself to allow you to bring him into a kiss. You raise your tongue to push the smoke out in his mouth letting him inhale it. He separates himself from you just for a little bit and exhales on your face, making you scrunch your nose cutely. He stares at you blankly, but you recognize a certain pinch of softness in his orbs just like you do with Baekhyun. You tilt your head and look at him questionably as he continues to stare at you, studying your features. You entwine your arms around his neck, faintly listening to the booming bass playing in the back. He takes advantage of your new position to press his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, he opens his mouth to yours. You follow suit, allowing him to take control. His tongue tentatively seeking entrance and he is rapidly met with your tongue fighting against his. In and out he plays with your mouth, leaving you breathless and weak. You grasp hold of his neck so you would not fall, giving him the opportunity to slip his arms around you. A contented sigh escapes your lips as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck up to your jaw. You moan slowly and bring the blunt to your lips once again.

He backs away, lips puffy, and looks at you as you give him a lovely smile, the smoke around you, making you look ethereal. He grunts softly and you feel your pussy clench at the sound.

He brings a hand to your head and curls a strand of your hair around the tip of his index finger, then slowly releases it, watching you as he uncurls his finger very, very slowly and lets it fall.

“So now, do you want me to fuck you here or do you want me to bring you somewhere calmer” He questions you. His voice is so deep and delicious that one word shakes you down to your toes. You force yourself to look away, take a few deep breaths, and lust returns as you look back at him.

“I have this beautiful place, but it is quite expensive” You flutter your eyelashes at him. At the mention of the last adjective, he shrugs. It’s an elegant, altogether disarming gesture. Without a moment of hesitation, he adds, “Tell me the address. I’ll drive us there.” He was truly magnificent, with those big eyes and sharp cheekbones.

He grabs your free hand, and you end up in a seemingly brand-new purple McLaren 720S. You put your seatbelt on as he starts the car. He asks you to put the address in the GPS. As you struggle to type the last numbers because of your acrylics, he takes the joint from you and takes a puff. He connects his phone to the Bluetooth station of his car and SZA’s new album starts playing from the console. Surprising taste of music, but nonetheless, very fucking attractive. Finally done, he slams his foot on the accelerator. You ride in companionable silence that reminds you of Baekhyun.

You take the opportunity to examine him once again. You look at his side profile. He’s handsome in an almost supernatural way. He has a nice build for his six-foot frame, not too bulky, yet not too skinny. His body is not the only good thing about him as you take notes about his face. Sharp lines of a strong jawline, with an equally strong nose set above pursed lips. His long lashes were enhanced by the kohl he put before going out. Another thing that reminds you of Baekhyun, you can’t wait to start living with him. You can’t see the scar from where you are and this only makes you want him to drive faster, not being able to wait to look at him properly.

After using a simple black card to pay for the 3 000 000₩ (about 2.8k dollars) room, you finally find yourself on the highest floor, not that you expected less from him. You always had a good intuition when it came to find rich men.

Not even letting you undress, he roughly pushes you onto the bed. You feel his warmth as he presses his fingers to your breast, touching you through your silk shirt. Your nipple hardens. He kisses your neck, but he doesn’t go further, leaving you wet and agitated. He stands back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. You take advantage of the moment to take off your crop top and your skirt, leaving you in red-laced matching underwear. You lift your hand, only to be met with a slender waist. His body was beautiful, his skin as white as polished alabaster was littered with light pink scars. He slowly grabs your face with his left hand, thumb going in your mouth. You catch it with your teeth and lick it the tip. Slow, taunting, the way you’d lick his cock if he’d ask you nicely enough. He takes out his hand with a pop and lays you down on the mattress.

“I quite like the red panties” He hums appreciatively “They make your skin colour pop.” You gasp as he caresses the inside of your thighs, and you try to close them instinctively. “Shhh,” he murmurs. “I’m just going to touch these lacy underpants with the tips of my fingers. Like this.”

The light, teasing circles against the dampening silk of your panties are sweet little flames. Heavy, aching desperation begins to grow out of pleasure. The bed is soft. You curl your toes against the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt and turn your face into the pillow. He presses himself on your body to kiss you and you feel his hard dick beneath the thin layers of fabric. His erection feels enormous. Unforgiving. Every soft, sleepy fantasy you had in the car comes roaring back, prickling over your skin and waking nerves gone numb from neglect.

He arches down, grinding his hips against yours, and a tiny shudder wracks you. “You’re getting wet.” You gasp as his next rock puts pressure on your clit.

He leans in and slowly draws his tongue over the ridge of your collarbone, from your shoulder to the center of your chest.

Oh, God

Your nipples tighten to aching points and getting that bra off yourself suddenly seems like the most important thing in the world. You bring your hands behind your back to unclip it, but the stranger stops you with a muttered warning. “Don’t move.”

You freeze.

His growl melts into an approving hum, and he uses his free hand to get rid of it. He throws it on the floor, and you struggle to breathe as his gaze rakes over you, hot and intense.

It was nothing like Baekhyun. You always had the habitude to compare your one-night stands with him. The stranger was the opposite; rough where Baekhyun has been civilized, raw in all the ways Baekhyun has been polished. But for a moment those differences don’t matter, because Baekhyun has stared at you with the same intensity, too. Intensity laced with hunger and lust.

Your thoughts about Baekhyun are interrupted when you feel his breath caress your skin. “Soft.” He licks you again, tracing his tongue down the curve of one breast. “Sweet.” He sucks your nipple into his mouth with a grown.

You gasp and sink your finger into his short hair, clutching at the back of his head as your tips back. Sharp and bright points of pleasure flare every time he laps his tongue.

You open your mouth — to ask, plead, something — and his hand shifts, his finger slipping through your wet folds. He finds your clit with a firm, circling touch that never seems to cease, only recede, and come rushing back as each rough fingertip slides over you in turn.

“Oh—” It’s all you can say, the same noise over and over again. You’re gasping, panting on his fingers without grace or thought.

He wounds a hand in your hair and tugs your head back. “Your name.” He bares your throat, his fingers twisting tight enough in your hair to trip the line between pleasure and pain. You lift your chin higher with a shaky moan, offering him the vulnerable line of your throat in silent trust. You whisper your name softly as he closes his teeth on your skin with a groan. His fingers push deeper, curling into you as he presses the heel of his palm against your clit.

Your body seizes. The bite is deliciously painful, the kind of pain that burns into pleasure, but his fingers— You knew it would sting, his fingers are so long and there are three of them, and you are so far past deception. You can’t bite back the hiss of pain or hide your flinch as you struggle to relax, to adjust—

It’s his turn to freeze.

You take a careful breath and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I just— I need a second—”

“Shh” He doesn’t stop, only eases back until the blunt tip of one finger remains inside her. “Like this.”

The discomfort has already faded. One finger is enough to stretch gently as you rock onto it pushing him deeper on the soft spot inside you, and you shudder as that need builds, slower this time.

Another finger joins that one as the stranger licks the bitten spot on your neck and he makes another low noise “That’s it, baby. Take it. So good for me.” Approving words, and God, you haven’t realized how bad your praise kink is until you almost come on the spot. Discomfort doesn’t matter. You clutch at his hair and pant, willing your body to relax, to accept him, to welcome the way he strokes deep and fills you. “I’ll take more for you daddy,” you whisper shakily.

“Oh fuck.” He rests his forehead on yours, obviously affected by the name you just called him. You meet his eyes, beautiful brown irises swimming in a pink sea. The drugs obviously overtaking as the white of his eyes as been replaced with a beautiful light pink. And even though the world feels hazy, he’s sharp. All perfect lines, strong jawbone, and full lips. His brows lower over intense, commanding eyes, and your heart pounds.

“You’re pretty.” You blurt out and he only chuckles at that before kissing you. His fingers curl inside you and he rotates his hand against your clit in slow circles of pressure, each one harder than the last, each one sparking along your nerves until you’re on fire.

Your body clenches. All of it, but nothing as fast and hard as your pussy, and even the throbbing pleasure can’t wipe away the awareness of how exposed you are. He can feel every shuddering pulse as you squeeze tight around his fingers, the proof that you want more. Your limbs are liquid. You nuzzle your head in his neck, huddling close to his warm skin. You suck a hickey on his skin as he frees himself from his pants.

With low eyelids, you glance at how his Celine boxers hugs his powerful thighs, without missing the huge pink scar that seems to go from his knee to under his briefs. Not only that, but you let your eyes wander over his bulge, noticing how his rod curves to the left, so long that your mouth starts to water. Already licking your lips from anticipation, you miss how the handsome man in front of you lowers himself onto you to drop a kiss to your shoulder.

As he kisses his way down to your pussy, he caresses your thighs, slowly prying them open. You're so caught up in how good he makes you feel that it takes you a moment to realize that he subtly spread your legs.

He finally stops in front of your heat and before you can open your mouth to beg him to do something, you feel his tongue connecting with your clit. Tongue flat against it, you let out a string of curses. You arch your back against the mattress as continues flicking his wet tongue against your bud.

He holds you down firmly, as the rhythm of his tongue on your pussy is exploratory and eager. He hums, the vibrations sending tremors through your whole body, leaving you shaking on the bed. Pushing two fingers in you, slowly stretching you out, he continues lapping at your juices, savoring the taste before he picks up the pace. He nestles in, forcing your legs wider apart with his strong shoulders. The combination of the two different sources of pleasure making you dizzy, his husky whisper so close yet so far. He moans and adds "You taste better than anything that I've ever tasted."

The gasps you make as you finally cum nearly make him cum in his pants. He nips softly at your clit, letting you go down from your high softly as you can't stop yourself from shaking.

As you finally relax from all the shaking, you let your eyes close. The handsome stranger smiles sarcastically and grabs your chin gently.

"Did I already tire you out? I guess I'll have to take care of myself alone this time."

You immediately open your eyes and grab his arm, bringing him into the bed with you. "This is all you've got?", you reply with a coy smirk.

At that, he skillfully grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to pin you down under him. You don't miss how his biceps bulge, only making you want to bite them. You and your oral fixation...

He threads his fingers into your hair before pulling quite harshly to lift your head up. When he's sure that your eyes are onto him, he crashes his lips with yours and kisses you. The small taste of you leaving him wanting more as his kiss becomes more demanding. His need drives and he presses his tongue against your lips, begging for entrance. You comply, opening your lips and allowing his wet tongue to slip into your mouth. He caresses your tongue with his and you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself. The night goes on with him finally entering you and making you scream all night long.

The next morning, you wake up with the rays of the sun faintly grazing your face. You sit up in the bed finally taking notice of how the view is breathtaking. The city seeming alive as it is working hour. You shift your gaze to the man sleeping soundly next to you. You chuckle at the sight of the big man seeming so cute despite his features being set in a resting frown. You dare not disturb him, too lazy to speak at a such early hour, so you smoothly stand up and make your way out of bed. You dress up quietly before catching sight of your panties in a corner of the room. You giggle as you grab it and place it in the pocket of the man's pants that were laying on the ground a bit far from where the bed is placed. A little surprise for him, you think to yourself.

As you're done preparing yourself, you leave the room and the beautiful stranger on the bed, phone in hands as you text Baekhyun a simple “Good morning ^^”

[euphoriacafe]

It’s like a cuteness overload when it comes to Kyungsoo

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: LOEY

[struggling-jpg]

Moondae gives me EXO's D.O. vibes lol

quiet, just-a-guy energy, blank face but has a warm smile, looks like he wants to go home, phenomenal main vocalist, actually really kind and affectionate to the people he cares about, has a really tall friend they (lovingly) bully, etc. etc.

Thinking of that time when EXO was playing mafia and Baekhyun was laughing and clapping his hands so aggressively and D.O. (the mafia) just turned his head and gave him the most judging dead stare and then proceeds to kill him since Baekhyun had been really noisy the whole time.

You can't tell me that'd be Moondae with Keun Sejin or Eugene maybe

[jongbross]

(hi ! 🥺 sorry for the bad english) you can do an exo!mafia au reaction, where they are mobsters and bump into their ex after they broke up because she found out he is mafia. they still love each other and want to be together, they are suffering apart? please💞 thanks, have a good day!

a/n: your english is just fine! my first language isn't english either, so don't worry. i hope you like it 🥺

xiumin: minseok is good at hiding his feelings, he did it all this time. he was a mess after you left, but you don't need to know that so he would probably try to play it cool, talking with you but never, ever showing what he's truly feeling. that's until you ask him "have you been okay?" - then his eyes will give in the truth. that's when he'll stutter to answer you, only confirming your suspicious. to someone who has been okay, minseok definitely agrees way too quickly to meet you someday so you two can talk...

suho: he's mature, that's for sure. no matter how shattered he was when you two broke up, he respected your decision and your space. still, junmyeon hurted a lot, so when he meets you again i think he will definitely try to come up at you and ask if you wanna talk to him, if it's okay for him to approach you (because deep down he's scared you'll reject him again). little did he know that you're suffering just like (or even more) than him.

lay: mobster or not, yixing is a softie. he will never admit it, but he cried after you left. when you two meet again, his eyes get glassy with tears the moment he lies his eyes on you, feeling like you were so close but so far away at the same time. the first move will have to come from you, so don't be afraid to approach him - he will love that. yixing doesn't think he deserves to be with the one he loves, especially after you left him for such a good reason, so he doesn't fight for you because of that. please bear with him, he misses you a lot but he just wants you to be happy with whatever you decide it's good for you.

baekhyun: the first thing he felt when you left him wasn't heartbreak, but anger; maybe at himself, at you, at life... but it was there. so, because of that, baekhyun is so petty once you two meet again. he's the one to come talk to you, but he's also the one who will sarcastically say "well, you're the one who left me...", only because deep down that's still a question for him. baekhyun wants to know that you suffered just as much as he did, because after all, the breakup was all on you, he never wanted that.

chen: another one who would be ANGRY. yes, he didn't tell you he was a mobster - that's not something you just tell people, you know? but he never put you in danger, he never brought work home, and you always claimed you loved him? how could you leave him so easily, then? so yeah, once you two meet up again, be ready to deal with the most stubborn version of jongdae you've ever met. he might be feeling like he can't live, can't breathe without you - but he he will never, ever admit that to you.

chanyeol: poor chanyeol couldn't focus on his work for weeks after you left him. he might be the only one from all of them to actually consider leaving the business just so he could be with you. when you two meet again, chanyeol will make it very clear how much you hurted him, how messed up you left him, but will also let you know that he absolutely understands you and why you don't agree with his line of work. he'd be the easiest to talk to and make up, though.

d.o: honestly? it's almost like he's heartless. kyungsoo loves you a lot, he always said he does, but the moment you questioned him about the mafia you planted a seed on his brain - "if they can't love me for who i am, then maybe they don't love me at all". of course, he felt bad and lost when you left, but he's also very logical and rational. so when you two meet again, you can cry all you want in front of him - it doesn't matter how much it hurts him -, the question will still be the same: can you accept him and his job? it all depends on your answer.

kai: oh, he's stubborn. he's very stubborn. his hyungs will tell him that it's okay if he's sad after you left him, but jongin will always deny it. he pretends like he doesn't care, but that crumbles the moment he meets you again - and it gets worse when you tell him you missed him. jongin is as needy as he's stubborn, so that's all he needs to hear to finally come through with his feelings and, then, ask you to come back because he's dying without you.

sehun: you have no idea how bad you've made sehun feel when you left him. sehun spent weeks thinking about how he can't have anything good in his life, but how he also can't leave his business now because he's way too far gone. when you two meet again, more than wanting to have you back, sehun puts effort into understanding if you're fine with his line of work, and making it clear that he loves you so much and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will do everything in his power for this to happen.

[seoulxsinners]

Bios to finish

Joongki - Sehun- Angel (kindness)

Minseok - Chen - Angel (patience)

Minho - Suho - Angel (dilligence)

Seyeong- D.O. -Angel (Charity)

Minsoo - Xiumin - Angel(Temperence)

Jinjae - Vernon- Half-demon

Jihan - San - Incubus

Hyukbin - Kyungil - Sin of wrath

Soonho - zuho - sin of lust

Jin - Jongho - sin of envy

Sooah - park bo young - sin of greed

Daemin - lee Junho - sin of pride

Jaehee - Im Yoona - sin of sloth

Kyu - Hyungwon - sin of gluttony

Junwoo -Ken - Shifter

Hanzo - Makenyu - Shifter

jian - jo bo ah - shifter (elder sister to jaechan)

Sin - Seonghwa -half demon

Gwyn - sunghoon - fae

kye - zee pruk - human

Ae - Bible wichapas - human

Jackson - Glen powell - werewolf

donghan - Lee felix - half demon

taehyun - eunwoo - fallen angel (asmodeus)

Doyun - Johnny suh - human

Lian - tao - witch

Ja - win metawin - immortal hunter

jooyoung - jung jinyoung - human hunter (part of hyukbin mafia head of securty and hunter)

Daeho - mingi- vampire

James - Joe Locke - witch

Kai - Bright Vachirawit - hybrid vampire

Youngmin - Mark lee- witch

Minjun - Rowoon- part demon (son of michael or gabriel)

sky - pond narivit - vampire

yujun - chani - half demon (son of hyukbin)

jay - fluke gawin- human

Nai - Boun - iccubs

Perth - Benz - human (works for hyukbin's mafia as an it)

[tinymintygarland]

EXO Masterlist

sorry to those that adore chen. sadly i dont write for him because he has a wife and two whole kids :’)

my guy can get it but I don’t have the heart to write bout him sorry T^T

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon

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XIUMIN 

Sehun’s Girl (Coming SOON)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

SUHO

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon 

Sehun’s Girl (Coming SOON)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

BAEKHYUN

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon 

Sehun’s Girl (Coming SOON)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

CHANYEOL

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon 

Sehun’s Girl (COMING SOON)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

D.O

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon 

Sehun’s Girl (Coming soon)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

KAI

The Rating (OT6 fic) coming soon 

Sehun’s Girl (Coming Soon)

The Nightshift (OT6 fic/ Mafia Au) 

SEHUN

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[baekhvuns]

Ok first of all, let's start with the update of our sunny Bcz it really is a ball of sunshine..

Haebom truly is a mama's boy even tho he looks all tough and manly and that's like the cutest thing ever, AND THE BABY 😭 THE BABY! (not him blushing while he watches sungho eat breakfast he cooked 😭)

he finally confronted about the kiss and haebom's like "are you gay or something like that?" 💀"🕴️...uhhh...it..just happened..., got caught in the moment" (sungho :') )😭 NO BABE IT DOESN'T JUST HAPPEN!

Bro, what's funny is that, HAEBOM'S disappointed with the excuse "in the mommmmmeent??" It's almost like he wanted him to say that yes I like you😭 he's literally pouting (sungho liked it 😏)

AHHHHHHHH-

And then in the next chapter haebom got sick and sungho's nursing him 😔🤚 and haebom cuddles him 😔🤚

Now...D.O IS LEAVING SM!?!?! I do not know how to react to that...

YOUR DAD'S SO COOL 😭 I get the scary part tho, many people believe my dad is scary too BUT HES A SOFTIE IRL LIKE-

Nah ur right, depression be hitting more Bcz of the whole solar eclipse and stuff...as a person who believes in the universe and astronomical stuff, I'm boutta burst with emotions till the 28th...can you believe...in 12 days, a new month will arise. Where...the hell did October go? 😭 I'm ready for Halloween tho 😏

wait wait if you celebrate Halloween what're you gonna be this year?? Oh and, tell me how do you celebrate halloweeeeennnn. Tht is a fun question to ask...Bcz i haven't really thought what I'm gonna be..🕴️ life's got no chill and I'm busy asf so but imma still think though.

AND OMG DID YOU HEAR SUNMI'S NEW SONG?!?! MOTHER BLESSED US WITH A CREEPY ASF SONG AND IM ALL HERE FOR IT BCZ ITS HALLOWEEN!!

I was also watching red, white and royal blue a d it was cute, but.....hmmm idk maybe Ive become used to the whole kdrama thingy but i didn't feel like, there was enough build up 😭 idk dude I mean yeah it was just a 2 hr movie but still..I'm gonna read the book though.

Oh and speaking of dramas I've been wanting to watch destined with you Bcz rowoon...oh god rowoon, the rizz he has in the drama 😏

ANDDDD I've got like two idea for a fic and the first one is a little more...how do I say it? Mafiacore? So imagine, person a and person b. person b, is given a mission to go get some imp documents that person a has (very dangerous leader of a mafia clan) which has things that's are against person B's boss so hence he's given the mission so like...an undercover spy maybe...AND A MAFIA AHHH! But as the law suggests they end up falling in love but the catch is...the real villain is person B's boss and person a had already met person b once that's how he felt a connection with him😭

The next one is Bcz I've been heavily obsessed with Lana del rey and i thought of this while listening to Salvatore....so, imagine like person a is a really vintage girl, obsessed with books, but for research purposes and to unfold the secrets of this world (not like us 😔) and so there's this Library she loves going to but she wants to read more into mythical creatures and stuff but the library restricts the specific area, so, as any protagonist would do, our person a, breaks into the library after its closing hours and goes to the restricted area that is rumoured to be haunted and stuff, there..she meets person b. A really peculiar guy, beautiful, but peculiar with a fashion sense of the 40s and 50s wearing, those suits and perfect hair that fell onto his forehead angelicly.

And as the story unfolds, they both start to get closer to the each other, of course I'd add more drama to it, but the catch for this one is that....person b is not real.

this is so very late im so sorry fbkwbdwk 😭😭

NOT THE TWO HAIRS ON THE KID 😭😭😭

“who said i hated it?”

he’s leaving sm BUT it’s only for his solo activities, for group activities he’s under sm 😭😭😭 honestly the best thing for all of them atp i need their freedom asap

RIGHT LIKE THOSE R THE BEST DADS THE SCARY IRL BUT THE SWEETEST IN PRIVATE

omg the eclipse thing??? what does it affect 😧 u need to tell me asap everything u know in detail 🔫 READY FOR HALLOWEEN BUT WHY IS IT ALWAYS SO DAMN COLD ON HALLOWEEN 😭😭 & not it being on a tuesday 🧍🏻‍♀️

i do celebrate it but unfortunate i stopped dressing bc i can NEVER find good things to be <3 my wardrobe is very lacking fbakfhak tHO ID WANNA BE OPPENHEIMERS CHARACTER the tux and the fedora hat <3 U TELL ME YOURSS WHAT ARE U GONNA BE

I DID AND I HAD TO HEAR IT MULTIPLE TIMES TO GET USED TO IT but it’s sus bc i saw no promo for it i didn’t even know it was happening tbh

no ur right that’s my exact thoughts abt it, i wish it was longer and had more to offer i wanted to know the reaction of public, a gut wrenching monologue, longer time spent apart, wanted crying scenes, a little emotion on face, the royal family contacting his president mother for some discussion and possibly expanding on the secretaries love life’s,,, 7.5/10 for me personally 🤚🏻 i rly liked the texting scene !!

STOP I SEE IT EVERY WHERE IS IT WORTH THE HYPE

now that mafia fic is very interesting bc i have this one where it’s two spies who work against each other and their mission is to get info from each other to report it to their agencies,,, fall in love, action scenes, painful separation of lies and then they meet years later to be on a mission, but this time, together

THAT LANA ONE CHAAERSSS

[maliby]

Secret Affairs | Chapter 2 (M)

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Story Genre: mafia!au, thriller, smut, angst

Warnings in this chapter: Murder, small mention of rape, explicit language, explicit sex scene

Word count: 5.8K

Summary: You’re hired to spy on the head of the EXO cartel, but can you keep doing your job after you have fallen for him?

Chapter 1

The ride took about 10 minutes; it was hard to keep track of your location since you were blindfolded but, you tried to keep the focus on every turn Kyungsoo took. The warehouse you worked in was located in an industrial area almost outside of town, so you knew by the few turns the car had taken in that amount of time and by the bumpy road you were on that you most definitely weren’t in the city anymore.

When you arrived at your destination Kyungsoo silently helped you out of the car and led you to a room, closing the door and making you sit on what felt like a bed. “You can look now.”

Following his commands, you reached for his blue tie and removed it from around your eyes. Your first instinct was to look around to check your surroundings; you were alone with him in a small bedroom with nothing but a single bed, on which you were sitting, a bedside table with a lamp, a single chair and a wooden chest. Your eyes then landed on Kyungsoo, who was approaching you with a bottle of water in his hands. “Here, drink.”

“Am I a prisoner?” You took the bottle from his hand and drank almost half of it.

He reached for the chair and placed it in front of you, turning it around and leaning himself on its back. “You are not a prisoner, but you are not allowed to leave. Not at least until you tell me what I need to know.” You could tell that he was trying to soften his features not to scare you further, but the way his eyes were glaring at you from above told you that he wasn’t there to play.

“What do you need to know?”

“Everything you remember from the attack.”

“And...after I tell you?”

“If you know nothing we will simply take you back to your place, blindfolded of course, and you can go back to your life. But something tells me that that is not the case.” He was a smart man, you had to give him that.

You averted your gaze for a moment before your eyes met with his again. Kyungsoo took your silence as a confirmation and spoke again to reassure you. “I thought so.” He gave you a little smirk. “In this case, I’m sorry angel but you’re gonna have to stay here for a while until the issue is resolved. And after that, I guarantee you that we’ll take you back to your normal life.”

Little did he know that going back wasn’t part of your plans. All you wanted was to get closer so you could easily get all the information you wanted, and Kyungsoo was giving you all the conditions you needed to do just that. Now that you had reached him and his headquarters it would be that much easier to climb up and get even closer to him.

You did your research well and thought of every little detail before you put the plan into motion, so naturally, you had found the perfect culprit for the fake attack; they were a group of 6 guys with no organization and they had given the EXO group some problems before on drug trades. One of its members had a tattoo that said ‘Fear’ above his right eyebrow, which was perfect for you to use as identification. He was a dumb cunt who was also responsible for raping innocent women, so it was fair to say that you felt absolutely no remorse in throwing him and his group under the bus.

“Fine.” You sighed to add a dramatic effect. “It was a normal workday, just counting money in my underwear with dirty looks from stupid guards; then suddenly, we heard a loud bang and when I looked over 6 guys came in guns blazing. The whole place became complete chaos; when I tried to run, one guy grabbed me and tried to have his way with me but I spit on him and he punched me twice in the face. After that, one of the guards started fighting with him and I was pushed back and hit my head and blacked out until you got there.”

"6 guys huh?" He looked deep in thought as if searching his head for possibilities. "Anything about those guys that stood out? You know, something that would help me identify them?"

You look away to give an impression that you were searching really deep in your head for a possible identification characteristic, but you already knew what you were going to say. "Oh!" You said after a few seconds as if something had popped up in your head. "The pig that grabbed me, he had a tattoo above his right eyebrow that said 'Fear'. Does that help?"

And then Kyungsoo's expression completely darkened, showing you that he knew exactly of who you were talking about.

"Yes. It does."

"Do you know him?"

"Not personally, but they have caused us problems before."

"What are you going to do?"

"End them." He said with a piercing gaze to your eyes.

The tension grew thicker and thicker as silence filled the air and looks were exchanged. The way he kept staring at you made you feel like you were an animal in a cage being watched; he was studying all of you and you didn’t like how vulnerable he was making you feel. Not vulnerable because you were his ‘prisoner’, but because you couldn’t help but stare back at him and wander around his features - your sexual urges betraying your rational self. You knew that he was the enemy, but the menacing look he had on his face just now? It made chills run down your spine.

"Now," Kyungsoo broke the silence after a few moments, his features softening a bit. "you'll be staying in this room until this problem is solved just for precaution. And I'm sorry but you'll have to be locked, I can't have you running around and finding out about stuff you shouldn't. But also," he got off the chair and walked closer to you with a smirk on his lips. "I don't want any guy to bother you. 'Cause if they found out that a hot girl was in here all alone I don't even know..." he raised his hand and slowly traced a line from your cheek to your busted bottom lip, the pain making you hiss - the look you were exchanging was incinerating all of your body.

His face got closer to yours and his expensive cologne hit you in the face once more. His heart-shaped lips were so close that you could almost feel them. "You better take care of that pretty lip" he whispered to you as his eyes penetrated your soul. "You can take a nice hot bath in that bathroom over there," his hands carefully ran through your chest until they reached your shoulders, forcing the jacket he had offered you off of your shoulders "and then take care of your wounds with the first-aid kit in the cabinet" his fingers ran down both of your arms until the jacket was completely down. "I'm gonna need this back, but you have some clothes in that chest. They're probably too big for you, but it's better than nothing."

"Thank you." You said while handing him his jacket back.

As soon as he got what he wanted, he backed off and turned to leave. "I'll have Sherry bring you food and anything you need while you're here."

"And how long will that be?" He had just reached the door when your words stopped him.

"As long as I need you here." He looked at you flashing something that you thought resembled a smile and left the room, locking the door.

You fell back onto the bed and started smiling to yourself. Everything was going according to plan: you were now on EXO's headquarter and better yet, it seemed like Kyungsoo was attracted to you. All you had to do now, was wait for him to take care of those dumb thugs and convince him to promote you to the headquarters and you would have all you need in your hands - maybe, as a bonus, you could even get laid; It was all a piece of cake, there was  absolutely nothing that could go wrong.

Two days had passed since your arrival at the headquarters and you hadn’t had any visits besides Sherry who’d brought you your meals and a book for you to read; Sherry wasn’t a gal that liked to speak much but you had thought that, given the circumstances, she was a nice lady. You were so bored in that place that you read that book she brought you 4 times - some story about a queen that fell in love with her servant.

You were in the middle of your 5th time reading it when your eyes started closing against your own will, your body caving to your physiological needs. As soon as you dropped your book and started slipping into dreamland you heard a knock on the door. You sighed in frustration for the interruption of your beauty sleep; you hadn’t been able to sleep very well these past couple of days due to the springs in your mattress that kept poking at you. You even considered sleeping on the floor for a minute but quickly changed your mind as you thought about how cold the floor actually was. You may be a tough bitch that can handle the most dangerous people on earth, but the cold was something you just couldn’t deal with.

"Who is it?" You got up from your bed and grabbed the chair in the room as a weapon. Sherry didn’t come at this time of the night, and you doubt that any of the thugs walking around would knock on your door if they wanted to hurt you, but still.

"It's me. I'm coming in." Kyungsoo unlocked the door and entered the room with his cellphone in his hand.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that he didn’t even wait for you to give him permission to enter, men like him weren’t used to ask for permission; they’d be fools to do it. When you need to show who is boss there is no time for permission, they either do what you want or you’ll do what they don’t want.

As soon as he saw you standing with a chair on your hands he raised his hands in surrender and chuckled at your stance. “Plan to harm any bad boys with that, angel?”

At noting that it was Kyungsoo who decided to pay you a visit you quickly dropped your ‘weapon’ and sat down at the edge of the bed. “Well, it’s better than nothing I would say.” You play into his joke for. after all, you do want to be in his good graces.

He chuckles once more, and you’re glad he finds you so amusing. As long as he finds you amusing and harmless he has no reason to suspect you, and that is all you want.

"Sorry if I woke you up but I need your services." His tone suddenly became serious, and you knew playtime was over.

"No, it's fine. What is it? Did you get them yet?" You asked, referring to the guys that supposedly attacked his warehouse.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"We caught them, but I just want to be a 100% sure that it's really them. You know, don't want to put my people in unnecessary trouble."

"Of course." You nodded. He was smart, you had to give him that.

"So..." he unlocked his phone and did a quick search before he turned the bright screen to you and showed you the pictures of the captured men, "is it them?"

You must say you thought you should feel bad for throwing so-called ‘innocent’ men under the bus, but these men were criminals so you felt absolutely zero remorse. You needed to do whatever was necessary to save your ass and get you where you needed to be and nothing was gonna stop you, not even remorse.

"Yes. It's them." You said as you looked at the pictures of the tied up men in his phone.

"Well then, give me a second." He retrieved back the phone and proceeded to call somebody. "Do it. Don't leave a trace." As his ice-cold voice gave the command you felt a shiver run down your spine. There it was again, that menacing look on his face. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that the way his voice sounded right now didn’t scare you one bit; especially when thinking about how he could give that same command to be executed on you if he ever found out your true identity.

"So, what now?” You asked, blood still pumping hard from your previous thoughts.

“Now…” he reached out for his back pocket and removed his wallet, “here’s your reward for being so cooperative.” He opened the wallet and gave you a big amount of cash.

“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t accept that.” You rejected, giving the money back to him.

“Are we being modest now?” And just like that, he was back to teasing you. Fuck he was so hot and cold.

“Me? Modest?” You chuckled. “No, I just would prefer another type of payment.” He smirked. “And what would that be?”

“I want a promotion.”

“Promotion huh? To what?” He seemed intrigued, which was a good sign. At least he didn’t reject it right away, you thought.

“I don’t know, I just want to get out of that shitty place I work in. I’m tired of working with people who have an IQ that’s lower than their age.” You crossed your legs and played with your hair, because why not throw in a little charm to aid you in the telling of your bullshit story?

He chuckled once more, and you thought you were really killing it today. “Fair enough. Got any particular skills?”

Oh, like you wouldn’t believe bad boy. “Hmmm...I’m a really good driver! I even won some illegal car races before.”

“Illegal car races huh? Very well, I’ll tell you more tomorrow then.”

“Thank you, sir.” You batted your eyelashes at him and smiled as you caught his eyes travelling down your bare legs; he was locking his jaw and his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down.

For a moment, you thought you had him in some kind of trance but as soon as his eyes went back up to meet yours he suddenly turned around and walked to the door, only to stop before he left the room. “Rest well.” And that was it - for tonight.

Two weeks had gone by since Kyungsoo had promoted you to the driver of the cartel; your job was to drive thugs around so they could collect money people owed EXO. At first, you thought it was a bit odd that he had promoted you to that high of a position instead of giving you something like drug delivery, but then you thought that it was probably due to the fact that you weren’t menacing enough to have that kind of a street job.

You actually didn’t mind it, you preferred it if you were being honest. You would get useful information either way but, this job allowed you to listen to all the conversations the thugs had about the clients and allowed you to interact with more people on the inside, which was always a plus.

Reporting the situation to Mr. Minjun though was no easy task given that the only means of communication you owned was a work phone that Kyungsoo had given to you; obviously you couldn’t use it for that as he would for sure be monitoring it somehow, so you had to discreetly use a payphone on the street when you went on your missions.

One late afternoon you had just gotten out of the shower when your phone started ringing - it was Kyungsoo. You thought it was odd that he was calling you since you hadn’t talked to him in two weeks. So thinking that it was probably an emergency you quickly picked up.

“Hello?” You asked.

“I need you to come pick me up immediately.” You could tell by his voice that he was not okay, he sounded out of breath and in pain.

“Are you alright sir?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Pick me up on the alley behind the old fish factory." He winced.

“On my way.”

You quickly got dressed and drove to the location Kyungsoo had given you, passing red lights and stop signs. This was a golden opportunity; Kyungsoo was trusting you and you couldn’t fail him - you had to come to his rescue, and you had to do it fast.

You spotted him as soon as you arrived at the factory; he was sitting against the alley looking like absolute crap with a busted lip and his shirt ripped and smeared with blood. As you got out of the car and got close to him you noticed that the left arm that was hidden from you before had a massive cut and was bleeding really bad.

“Oh my god, what happened?” You approached him and tried to help him up, knowing that it was dangerous for him to be in that place any longer.

“Just business that went wrong. The risks of the job.” He put his good arm around your shoulder and leaned on you for support. Despite being all dirty and looking like crap, his smell still managed to prevail and intoxicate you.

“Right.” You paused your speech for a second to help him get inside the car. “I’ll take you to the headquarters right away sir.”

He grabbed your arm before you could close the car door on his side, startling you.

“No.” His gaze was penetrating yours. “We can’t go back there; at least not today. I don’t know if anyone is following me or not, so I better lay low.”

You nodded in response. “Then where should I take you?”

“A hotel. Any hotel, just get me out of here quick.”

“Yes, sir.”

You drove for a while before you found the hotel you were looking for: it was a relatively cheap one that was far enough from that fish factory but still not so far as to take an eternity to get there. This hotel was popular between couples who wanted to get dirty with each other, so you thought it would be a good option as the more people you’re surrounded with, the less chance of an attack you have.

Kyungsoo had remained quiet for most of the ride except for a few grunts from the cuts and bruises he had. Of course, you were dying to know what had happened, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get any answers from him, at least not right now. His arm was still bleeding, so you just instructed him to keep making pressure on the wound until you arrived at the motel and refrained from asking questions.

When you got there, Kyungsoo gave you some cash so you could get a room for him - for he would surely catch some unwanted attention with the blood and bruises. The plan was that you were gonna get the room and then create a little distraction so Kyungsoo could walk in without creating suspicion.

So what did you do to distract the poor guy working at the reception? Seduce him, of course. Not like you were gonna knock him out with cameras pointing right at your face. So as soon as you got the key to your room you leaned over the balcony giving him a full display of your cleavage. Thank god he liked girls, or he wouldn’t be looking at your breasts like they were his life supply, thus giving Kyungsoo the perfect chance to enter the hotel and go to the elevator to wait for you.

“Did you even had to say anything or did you just showed him your breasts?” he asked as soon as you joined him in the elevator, pressing the button to your floor.

“I did talk to him, but I think he wasn’t listening.” You chuckled, mocking the dumb guy you had just fooled.

“You’re dangerous. Do I need to be careful?” he teased.

You should. “Of course not sir”, you said as you threw him a cute innocent smile. “I can guarantee you that if I showed you my breasts it would be because I want to, and not because I have a hidden motive.” You weren't entirely lying. Even though he’s your target you can't say that showing him your breasts would be entirely because you want something other than sex from him. Oh no, if you showed him your breasts you would fully enjoy what would come next.

“Is that so?” the way his eyes scanned over your cleavage told you exactly what was on his mind. “Good to know.” That devilish grin he had on was making you hot all over.

The soft ping from the elevator which signalled your arrival to your desired floor broke the tension you two were sharing. You exited the big metal box and helped Kyungsoo reach the booked room at the end of the hall.

The room wasn't very big, it was your typical hotel room size. It had a little bathroom with a bathtub that could also be used as a shower, it had a TV, a little table with two chairs and a single bed that was big enough to comfortably fit 2 people in.

You sat your boss on the bed and closed the door, turning your attention to his wound. “How is the arm?”

“It's fine, I've had worse.” He was trying to act tough but you could see straight to his tough guy act.

“Is it still bleeding? Let me take a look.” You approached him and removed his hand that was pressuring the wound so you could take a look, but the piece of bloody fabric was in the way. “Can you remove your shirt so I can take a better look at it?”

He didn't say anything and simply attended to your request. You knew what he was thinking, it wasn’t necessary for him to say it - it was all over his face. You really needed the fabric out of the way to examine the wound, but fuck did you want to see what he was hiding underneath his clothes; after all, a bitch also had her needs and desires.

His body wasn’t like one of those guys that spend their life at the gym inflating their muscles, but it still was toned. He didn’t have chocolate like abs, but you could just imagine yourself running your tongue over them and lose yourself in the way he’d moan your name. “Ahem, I’m waiting.”

His voice brought you back to real life and his amused expression made you realize that you had been caught staring at his half-naked body while you daydreamed about all the dirty stuff you could do to him. You weren’t one to get shy, but you were sure that right now your cheeks were as red as a tomato. “I’m sorry sir.”

He was making you lose your focus and you didn’t like that; right now you could have already taken care of him and found out what had happened to him earlier so you could report to Mr. Minjun, but your needy cunt was taking over your brain. Maybe you just needed to get some good dick and get it out of your system. And then it hit you: sex was perfect; who wasn’t inclined to spill some secrets after getting the brains fucked out of them? So you just needed to take care of his wounds and then ride his cock until he tells you what you need to know. If he doesn’t tell you anything you figured that at least you’d get closer to him, maybe even fuck him again.

“Let’s take a look at this bad boy.” You carefully wrapped your hand around his buff arm and brought it closer to you for inspection, “well it looks like the bleeding has stopped, which is good, but I think you’re gonna need stitches.”

“I have a contact at the hospital, he can take care of that for me tomorrow.”

“Absolutely no way, that needs to be taken care of as soon as possible if you don’t want an infection; so while you go take a nice shower I’m gonna go to the supermarket across the street and get some supplies so I can take care of your wound.”

“You think that’s any way to talk to your boss?” What he said was supposed to sound scary but came out flirty instead, only serving to light up your fire even more.

“You can punish me later, but only after your arm is safe from an infection.” He eyed you up and down before he reached for his wallet to hand you some more cash. “Here, get whatever you need. Don’t be long.”

“I won't.” And just like that, you were out the door and on your way to your little shopping spree.

You didn’t take long, 10 minutes maximum. When you arrived back the hotel Kyungsoo had just finished his shower and was leaving the bathroom with nothing but a white fluffy towel around his hips; you watched as drops of water from his still wet hair fell down to his exposed skin making you want to drop your shopping bag and pounce on him like a wild animal.

“You were quick.” He said as he poorly towel dried his hair with his healthy arm.

“Well yeah, there weren’t many people in there.” Wanting to distract yourself from his mouth watering body so you could go and play nurse with him you started to remove the stuff from your shopping bag. ”Hey, I also bought you some change of clothes because I figured you didn’t want to wear ripped and bloody ones.”

“Oh, thank you. What did you buy?”

“I bought you something practical and comfy,” you picked up the pair of grey sweatpants and white baggy t-shirt that you bought him and threw them to him, “I didn’t know your actual size so I had to kind of guess. I hope they fit.” As soon as he caught them you quickly turned around so he could undress and put them on.

“These are great, how do you know I like to walk around in sweatpants? Are you secretly spying on me?”

You knew he was just joking around, but for a moment you felt your heart skip a beat; if he knew you were really spying on him he’d kill you on the spot, no questions asked. Or maybe not, maybe he’d just torture you for hours until he found out who you were spying on him for. You were trained to endure torture, but that alone doesn’t mean it’s something you’d like to go through.

“Spy on you sir? I like my head attached to my neck, thanks.” You laughed off.

“Shall we do this?”, he touched your shoulder signalling you that you could turn around.

“Sure, sit over ther-” when you turned around and looked at him you nearly choked on your spit. Sure you were expecting him to be wearing the sweatpants you had bought him, but the way they barely hung on his hips, and the way his protruding ‘v line’ escaped the confinements of those pants....it was all too fucking much. And to add to the fun, he was shirtless. Great. Because your pussy really needed that extra moisture.

It didn’t take long for you to stitch up his wound, the numbing cream you had applied on his wound helping you with the flinching aspect due to pain. Kyungsoo remained quiet the whole time, his eyes fixated on your work. You felt weird, like you could physically feel his stare. You almost couldn’t concentrate on what you were doing, which is bad since you were stitching up a big ass criminal.

“You know you have really steady hands.” He said as you finished up your work.

“Yeah, I guess you can say it’s a gift.”

“I bet,” he gently grabbed your right hand and brought it closer to his face, “they are great workers. Slow and steady one moment and fast and hard in the other.” He said in the lowest tone you think you’ve ever heard in your life.

He guided your hand to his lips and then softly pressed them against your skin, making your entire soul leave your body. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. It was like all the blood in your body had rushed south and left your brain cells to die. Fuck Kyungsoo and this sudden control he had over you.

“I’d really like to know how they feel.” He stood up and unlike the slow and steady movements he had shown before, his hand now quickly guided yours to his growing bulge.

Fuck this shit.

You didn’t waste any more time, in a matter of seconds your lips were on his. You could swear that nothing could stop you now but the way he hissed at your contact remind you that he had a busted lip, and you were hurting him. “Fuck, I forgot, your lip-”

“Fuck my lip, I can handle a little pain.” He started kissing you again but even harder than before. He lifted your leg up with his uninjured arm and wrapped it around him. Getting the hint you jumped up and trapped him between your legs - your aching centre meeting with his growth.

Like a choreographed dance your upper clothes were peeled off of your body, leaving your breasts exposed to his hungry mouth. The way his mouth toyed with your erect nipples made you arch your back and moan his name out loud.

“Fuck Angel, I’m starting to think you’re here to send me earlier to hell.” He placed you on the edge of the table and threw one of the 2 wooden chairs to the floor so it wouldn’t be in the way.

“And what if I am?” You boldly teased, your eyes challenging him to attack.

“Then I’m gonna make sure I’ll take you down with me.” Within seconds his mouth was attacking your neck like a famished vampire, and his hands worked on the button of your jeans. Wanting to speed up the process you hoped off of the table and aided him in getting your jeans off. Before you could remove your underwear though, Kyungsoo turned you around and pressed himself against you, making you bend over the table.

“Kyungsoo…” you didn’t have to use all your words, your needy tone told him exactly what you were asking for.

“I know Angel, I know. I want nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you, but remember what you promised me earlier?”

You wanted nothing more than to just give him what he wanted, but you found it extremely hard to even think with the way his hard cock was grinding against your wet pussy. “I-I don’t.”

His palms fully grabbed your ass cheeks before one of them collected your panties and tugged them up, making even more delicious pressure against your cunt. “Let me remind you. You were a rude little girl and told me, and I quote, ‘you can punish me later’. Now, who am I to skip out on an opportunity like that?”

The hand tugging at your panties pulled even harder while his other hand firmly spanked your ass, and you could swear you were about to fucking die at his hands. “Kyungsoo…”

He ceased all teasing and grabbed you by your hair, making you stand against him again. “You like that don’t you?”, he whispered in your ear.

“Fuck, I do.”

“Let me see it then…”, his strong hand grabbed your right leg and put it on top of the table, exposing your drenched underwear to him. “Would you look at that? All that and I barely even touched you? What a slutty pussy.”

At first, he started rubbing his finger over your panties, but it didn’t take long for him to pull them aside and touch you raw. He’d go up and down, circling around your clit and then teasing your little hole, eventually deeply penetrating you. He started slow and with just a finger, but after a while you felt him add in more fingers and pick up his speed, bringing you to absolute madness. “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers Angel?”

“Hmm...yes.” You were ready to let it all go, but when you felt your orgasm approaching Kyungsoo removed his digits from inside of you and spanked you once more.

“I’d rather you save all your delicious juices for my cock,” he pulled your leg back on the floor and turned you around so you were now face to face, “I can’t wait to feel you.”

His lips were back on yours and your hands were now making way to his dick - you loved watching him in just those sweatpants, but you wanted to feel him bare. When you finally felt him you could swear your mouth watered a bit; he wasn’t too long - average, you would say - but he was so deliciously thick that you could feel your walls clenching already.

In minutes both you and him had removed all remaining clothes and were making out on the bed, his dick teasing your clit all the way through. “Kyungsoo...please”, you begged.

You knew he wanted this as much as you did, you could physically feel it. “Alright, alright. Enough playing around, I can’t wait to be buried in you.” He was getting ready to fuck you, you could feel his mushroom head slowly open up your tiny hole and the sensation spread all over you, but suddenly you both heard the sound of gunshots coming from the entry of the hotel, making you both tense up.

“Get everything, we need to get out of here now,” and in a blink of an eye, it was like he was a different Kyungsoo then the one who was about to fuck you.

For now, your mission was just to get Kyungsoo safely out of the hotel, and then you had to interrogate him about his now 2 attacks in just one day, but you could safely say that you were ready to fucking kill whoever interrupted your fuck session.

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[luxora]

EXO -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant

Requested: Yes

Group: EXO

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warnings: Swearing. Weapons. References to bad childhoods. Kidnapping.

Xiumin

Sleep never did come easily to Minseok because of the various consequences for all the blood that he had on his hands. Being a man in a powerful position such as his came with a price, and that price was that his head on a platter was the desired gift for his enemies, especially since he has wrong them so many times. Therefore he never found the peace that came with sleep, which is why he was always on the go because of his inability of finding some kind of uninterrupted bliss.

But of course after yo became involved in his life, that changed. Suddenly Minseok was able to get things in life which didn’t involve in killing someone or paying an overwhelming amount for it. Instead, it just naturally came to him. Perhaps it was because you always wanted to be snuggled from behind when you lay in the bed, or that you liked to listen to his heartbeat after a particularly hard day at work, but either way Minseok found himself getting lulled into an unconscious bliss by listening to your steady breaths as you slept beside him. And for probably the first time, he found some kind of peace.

He is a creature of habit, hence why when you were not in bed with him, he was unable to fall asleep because he was so used to cradling you in his arms, being his warm body which just kept him cemented in sleepy bliss. Which leads to the slight problem of him immediately waking up whenever he didn’t feel your body pressed against his or your very presence in the bed. When he felt you no longer in the bed with him, his eyelids fluttered open and his shot up in the bed in alarm when he heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.

The connecting bathroom to his bedroom was on and he no doubt could distinguish your voice through the retching noises, which prompted him to hastily leave the bed and hurry over, pushing opening the door to find you in the kneeling position, holding yourself over the toilet as you emptied out your stomach contents. He immediately stepped towards your in concern.

“Y/N?” He called out, walking over until he was right behind you. You looked over your shoulder and opened your mouth to say something before whirling back to empty out your stomach once again. Minseok immediately kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, holding it together with one hand while pressing a comforting hand against your back while he waited for you to finish. He waited for a few moments before speaking. “Is everything okay?”

“Not...really.” You breathed, leaning your forehead against your hand as you felt nausea circle through your entire body, the taste of bile still present in your mouth. Minseok pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

“Should I call in a doctor? Is it something you ate?“ He asked, thinking back on the dinner which the two of you had last night. He did not think that anything was wrong with it, but something was upsetting your stomach and he could not think of anything else which could cause it, unless you were coming down on something. You shook your head.

“No...I kind of have an idea of what caused it.” you said, tearing some toilet paper away from the roll and wiping your mouth with it before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You turned around to face Minseok, him looking at you with a steady look as he waited for a further explanation, making you swallow nervously which did not go unnoticed.

“Y/N?” He called out, his hand comfortingly resting on your hip while his other hand reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, making you smile slightly at his soft touch. You lifted your hand to grab his, bringing it down to rest on your thigh before you looked at him directly in the eye.

“Minseok...I’m pregnant.”

“...”

Being part of the mafia worlds usually comes with the understanding to expected the unexpected, which Minseok was very good with, but with you suddenly say that you pregnant, he definitely did not expect that. He just stared at you slack jawed, his eyes trying to detect any soft of deception in yours but he could find none, and then he glanced at your stomach which was still quite flat.

“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, eyes now fixed on your stomach as the news began to circulate in his head. You nodded and took the his hand to press it over your stomach, covering it with your own.

“Yes. Pregnant.”

While he didn’t know if he should be feeling anything yet, Minseok just slightly pressed his hand a bit more into your stomach, staring at it intensely before finally glancing back at your eyes, seeing you looking at him with nervous expectation as you waited for his final reaction to the news. But he was still rather stunned and he was now imagining the idea of him holding a young baby, one which had his eyes and your nose, or maybe your hair and your lips, along with his eyebrows or chin. His lips then slowly quirked upwards into a small smile.

“Okay.” He said, not really feeling the need to say anything else as his smile increased slightly as he looked back at your barely and gently rubbed his fingers against it. “Okay.”

Suho

There was always a constant danger to your life because of your connection to Junmyeon, as the wife of a mafia boss was most often the only weakness which enemies could exploit in their type of business. So when an all out war had begun between Jungmyeon’s gang and the Bangtan Sonyeondan gang, Junmyeon had to make sure that he kept you out of the line of fire, hence why he decided to have you sent away for a while to limit the risk of you being in danger.

However with you being his wife, you hardly made it easy for him and made sure to remind him of how stupid that you believed that he was being as you wanted to remain by his side despite the danger that it possessed. But he would hear none of it and ensured that you were sent to another country with the needed protection to make sure that you remained safe, with you protesting about it the entire time.

But despite of his persistent inclinations to keep you away safe, he still missed you. It was only natural, you were his wife and before the day you legally became his because of law, he always craved your attention, marrying you was just the extra icing on the cake. He was half-tempted to bring you back just so he could have your presence again but he knew better than to do that. Your safety came first above anything else, even above his own desires to have you back with him, so he relented in order to ensure that no harm came to you.

But then the phone call came, and everything came to a standstill.

“What did you say?” He said, his grip on his phone shaking as he stood frozen on the spot, about to head into a meeting with the rest of his members to discuss the next stage of planning. He heard some rustling on your side before you sighed and repeated what you said.

“I’m pregnant.”

You had been sent away not too long ago, about a month or so, and doing the math is his head, Junmyeon knew that it was his. But now with the war going on, just how the hell was he supposed to keep his head on straight to keep his gang alive and with the winning hand that he has over his enemy. His knees shook as they suddenly lost their strength and he slumped against the wall to support himself from collapsing completely.

“...Dammit Y/N.” He cursed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it insistently. He heard you scoff.

“Oh so sorry it is not the news you wanted to hear, especially given the precarious time that your precious gang is in.”

Sarcasm was often something you went to when you were upset about something, and given his reaction to the news and the situation he has put you in, he did not blame you for being upset, but his mind and heart were working in two different directions at the moment and he wasn’t thinking straight.

“Now is not a good time.”

“Oh, would you like me to get a refund then? Go back in time and make sure that we didn’t say goodbye in an oh so passionate way? Of course darling, anything for you.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Y/N me. The fact that the only thing you have said that now is not a good time to have a baby is more than enough to tell me what you think of this, of what you think of me.” He heard your voice crack at the end, a clear sign that you emotions were starting to break through the surface and an ice cold flush of dread washed over him as he listened to you.

“Y/N, that is not what-”

“No, let me leave you be. I’m guessing you are about to go to a meeting now? Have fun while I stay here pregnant without my husband knowing that he isn’t happy about this.”

You hung up before he could say anything else, and the second he heard the sound he knew that he fucked up. Junmyeon all but threw his phone to the floor before sliding down to it, covering his face as he cursed under his breath while his mind was whirling about his thoughts while his heart was only increasing his need to have you in his arms.

“Dammit...fucking dammit!” He cursed, angrily kicking his legs before he slumped his head back against the wall, his teeth gritted tightly while he continued to curse. “Damn it all.”

The news was just sprung on him so suddenly, he didn’t know what to think or feel, the timing was just not good. He knew that you would not do anything rash, especially now considering the news you just told him, but he always know he had fucked up badly with you. He needed to make it up to you...as well as maintain his gang through this stupid war.

Lay

The knife which Yixing was using to make dinner for the two of you fell out of his hands, food the last thing on his mind as he turned to look at you in shock, your body standing in the kitchen doorway with the pregnancy stick in your hands which gave you the answer that you were expecting to explain the reason of why you were late.

“What?” Yixing, still staring at you in shock even though he had heard your words so clearly. You swallowed before repeating yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

Yixing leaned heavily on the counter, his chest feeling tight with mixed emotions while he tried to support himself both mind and body at the news. Pregnant? You? Just the thought of you carrying a baby, his baby, it was just...something he hadn’t considered before. He never really thought about his future with you, or rather the promises of a future with you. He knew that he was going to keep you in his life, you were his in every single way just as he was yours, but a baby...he never considered having a baby.

Now with the knowledge that you were carrying a part of him in your belly, a part of him which he had helped create, it just...changed things somehow. Even though Yixing had a relatively clear direction of his life, especially given his talents to his gang, suddenly things just began to sharp around him and the clearest thing which was the primary focus in everything was you. You were were the beginning and the last all of a sudden. He loves his gang, he is loyal to his gang, but now his priorities have shifted, his entire plans have shifted.

He moved away from the counter and walked to you, a steady look in his eyes as he stood in front of you and took the pregnancy stick from your hands to look at it. Two lines. A positive. A symbol of the type of future that he was going to have with you.

He felt the intensity of your eyes on him, waiting for his further reaction as he has not said anything else to you since your announcement. It was still the very early stages of the pregnancy, the baby hardly the size of a bean and yet it was growing in your belly, and Yixing was the father. Obviously neither you nor him discussed the future beyond than the two of you remaining together, but now it seemed life just tossed the two of you a massive curve ball that neither of you could dodge or hit back.

You were pregnant with Yixing’s baby, the baby of a mafia boss, and you can only imagine what kind of dangers which will pose to it, especially given Yixing’s reputation in the mafia world.

“Marry me.”

Yixing watched as your head shot up in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, but he kept his face composed as he continued to look you with steady determination.

“What?” You said, this time being the one taken aback from words.

“Marry me.” Yixing repeated, not bothering to ask you for it because he knew that was what he wanted and he has always been one that always gets what he wants, including you.

“Yixing-”

“We’re going to get married, and we are going to be parents. Might as well do it right.”

Yixing never did properly plan for his future with you, content with his life now, but now with the knowledge that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew everything which he needed to know and what he needed to do. You and his baby were the first ones in his life now, his gang second. While he heard that men often become soft after families, he never considered he would be one of them. But he didn’t care what others thought.

He was going to be a husband and father, and he was going to be damn sure to make everything safe and perfect for his family.

Baekhyun

The silence was deafening in Baekhyun’s office as you stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously twisting together as you waited for his reaction, Baekhyun not moving his gaze from the paper work which he doing before you had come him with the insistent need to discuss something with him. While he wanted to wait until he returned home, you simply could not wait, which resulted in you blurting out the fact that you were...well...

“Pregnant.” Baekhyun repeated slowly, as if he was testing the word out on his tongue, and judging from the scowl on his lips, he did not like it. He finally looked from his paper work and stared hard at you, his lips fixed in a deep scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “How certain are you?”

You were unsure on how to react from his steely look, and nervously looked down at your feet to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, fingers twisting with each other once again as your nerves continued to increase. “I took the test this morning, and I am late this month so-”

“So you have not gone to a hospital yet to make sure?” Baekhyun asked, or rather stated as he continued to give you a hard look. You swallowed nervously but shook your head, making Baekhyun continue to stare at you for a few moments before finally looking away, freeing you from his gaze before he started to tidy his desk and stand up from it.

“What are you-”

“I want to personally oversee if you truly are pregnant. We are going to the hospital.”

Baekhyun picked up his jacket that was hanging over his chair before walking over to you, taking your hand in his before leading you out his office and down the corridor to head towards the parking lot of his headquarters, you staring at him in confusion and shock the entire time. When the two of you eventually got to the car, he opened the passenger side for you as usual before getting into the driver’s seat and taking off in the direction of the closest hospital.

But while it would seem that it would perhaps be a good thing that Baekhyun was personally taking you to the hospital to be certain about your pregnant, his death grip on the steering wheel and the tightness of his jaw told you another story. You subconsciously covered your stomach with your hands as you continued to look at his profile.

“Baekhyun.” You called out, him humming in response to let you know that he was listening. You nervously licked your lips. “Are you...happy about me being possibly pregnant?”

You waited for his answer, hoping for him to give it to your straight away, but instead Baekhyun remained silent. His grip on the steering wheel impossibly tightened even more and this time you are a glaring glint in his eyes as his jaw muscles twitched as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly parking the car and turning off the engine before finally turning to you to give you an answer.

“No.”

And just like a bullet, a hole was shot through your chest with the direct answer. Even when Baekhyun unbuckled your seat belt for you and got out of the car to walk to your side and help you out of the seat, the effect of his answer had shook your entire core. His hand on your lower back that insistently guided you into the hospital was no longer comforting like a lover, but rather like a jailer leading a prisoner to death row.

“Baekhyun-”

“Once the doctor confirms your status, we will do whatever is necessary.”

His tone was cold and controlled, and you did not feel any warmth from him at all, not like you usually did. Your hands now protectively covered your stomach while you stared at him like he was some kind of stranger but Baekhyun shrugged it off as he lead you into the hospital.

He was not going to bring a child into this world, not a child that was connected to him in any kind of way. He was not going to lose you to some subdivision of himself, he refused. And you were going to see that eventually when the two of you find out the true status of your supposed pregnancy. He was not going to let another him come into this world only to take you away from him.

Chen

Jongdae was a complex man, never one to reveal his emotions to others because once one knew the intentions of another, they would figure out a way to try manipulate the outcome, which is why Jongdae always kept his thoughts and emotions to himself. And when he become involved with you, he remained an enigma because of his habit of being closely guarded, and that was due to the type of environment he was forced into from a young age.

However he was not an uncaring man, he just had a cool composure. He did care for you, you knew that he did. He was a constant presence in your life which made sure that you were cared for an loved. When he kissed you, he filled you with warmth, and the way he held you at night with your back pressed tightly against his bare chest, he made you feel protected. Even though he found it difficult to open up, he made sure that you knew that he cared for you, that he loved you, even though he did not really say it with words.

But today was the first time that you saw his composed mask crack. His jaw muscle twitched and you watched as his mask piece by piece began to crack as he stared down at the pregnancy stick which you had given him, with two red stripes staring up at him while he sat on the bed with you standing in front of him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Jongdae usually viewed emotions as a weakness, especially given how the feeling of vulnerability made him feel sick to his stomach as in the past he learnt very quickly and harshly that emotions could lead to one’s death, especially with the wrong company. But staring down at his future with you, with the promise that there was a life with you which he had helped to create, it just made him feel so many things.

Fear, worry, concern, nervousness, but most of all...joy.

Joy and hope, those were the dominant feelings that he had boiling up in his chest and when he finally looked up to lock eyes with you, his love for you just came pouring out of him that he did not even realize that he was on his feet until he was swallowing your gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close to him. He pulled away just so he could rest his forehead against yours, still clutching the pregnancy stick tightly in his hand as he stared at you.

“You complete me.” He uttered, the intense emotion behind it nearly knocking you off your feet.

He then hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing you to death with how tight he was hugging you. You felt his body trembling slightly and when you opened your moth to say something, you heard the most abnormal sound coming from your usually stoic lover.

A sniffle.

For the first time in a long time, Jongdae allowed himself to cry. But not because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming amount of joy that he was feeling right now. He was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to have a family. The very idea of having a family of his own just filled him with so much joy that he just couldn’t help but cry in relief and in happiness.

While he did not usually say how much he loved you, the way he was breaking up in your arms told you just how much he did. He never broke open in front of anyone, not even in front of his own gang members, so that fact that he was giving you this sole opportunity to see him vulnerable, you treasured it, Because Jongdae was overjoyed that he was going to have a child with you, and that the two of you were going to be the part of something great.

“Thank you Y/N...thank you.”

He meant it. He truly meant it. He loved you and he was grateful to you. You have given him so much more meaning to his life. And he was not going to waste a single moment of it.

“Thank you for everything.”

Chanyeol

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

Each time that Chanyeol cursed, a bullet was shot into one of the training targets until it was littered with holes. Chanyeol cursed loudly as he empty yet another cartridge of bullets, making him throw it across the room while he stormed over the table to grab yet another gun, only to be stopped with a hand on the shoulder.

“Cool it Chanyeol, you don’t want to blow the whole place up.” Chanyeol roughly swiped the hand off him.

“I’m dealing with guns, not fucking bombs.” Chanyeol growled at Junmyeon, shoving him away from him while he began to put together the next gun he was going to use. Junmyeon sighed.

“It is not bad news, I don’t understand why you are reacting this way.” Chanyeol whirled around to glare at his boss, teeth gritted tightly together while fury burned in his eyes.

“If you had a life like me, you would understand why I hate this so much.” He growled before storming back to the line to shoot at the two target which had been brought out.

Chanyeol did not grow up easy, it being one of the reasons of why he became involved in the mafia world in the first place. Getting abandoned by some deadbeat parents, Chanyeol had moved from foster home to foster home before eventually taking off into the streets where he learned how to survive on his own. He suffered a lot growing up, especially by the hands of adults who were poisonous and vile, that just remembering them made Chanyeol sick to his gut. He has seen the worst in the people, and he hates to think back on where he had come from because it just reminds him of how wretched this world really is.

“She hasn’t even told you yet.”

“I saved her the fucking trouble.” Chanyeol snapped, emptying yet another cartridge in his furious shooting.

 When you had told him that morning that you had a few appointments that afternoon, he was suspicious because of how weird you were acting. So he had one of his men follow you around while he worked with his gang, and it was from the one phone call from his subordinate that his past life came back alive and kicking at him with furious blows. The fact that he was bringing another being into this sick world, it just infuriated him.

“She’s pregnant Chanyeol. Its a good thing-”

“It’s not a fucking good thing!” Chanyeol screamed before slamming the gun down and whirling aorund to look at his leader, eyes blazing in fury while he practically snarled like an animal. “I don’t want a fucking kid, I don’t want to contribute to this fucked up world and all of its poison! I don’t fucking want it!”

“Chanyeol-”

“If I have to cut open her belly myself then I will do it! I won’t let Y/N bring in some lowlife little shit in this world if it is the last thing I do! I’m not having a kid and that’s the fucking end of it!”

“...Is that so?” A soft but lethal voice called out, making Chanyeol whirl around to the entrance of the shooting range to see the murderous sight of you.

You stood at the doorway in a dress, looking beautiful as ever, but your eyes were murderous and you instinctively had a hand covering your stomach while you held a box in your other hand. You glanced at Junmyeon who had noticed your presence long before Chanyeol did and then back to him, your lips fixed in a permanent scowl. 

“Well since you have made you intentions clear, I will be on my way.”

You dropped the box to the floor and stormed out the door, prompting Chanyeol to immediately give chase as no matter how he was feeling right now, he could not let you walk away from him. Not now, not ever.

D.O.

Kyungsoo had been away for five months for a mission, something he hated because it meant that he was away from you, but it was something that he had to do because it was important for his gang to make sure that the mission was a success. And of course you were unable to contact him during those three months because he could not afford any distractions that could disrupt him from his mission in the annihilation of his gang’s foreign rivals, nor give any indication that he had a weakness that could be used against him.

He was well assured though that you were taken care of, his gang watching over you during his absence. However when he finally returned, they did not bother to tell him about your bodily status, especially he was going to find out soon enough when the two of you were going to reunite.

When he finally arrived home and laid his eyes on you as you were in the kitchen, he breathed out your name before hurrying towards you, sweeping you into a hug which you readily returned as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. But as he did the same thing to you, he noticed a slight difference to your body, or rather felt it as he tried to pull you closer to him as he missed the feeling of your body against his.

There almost felt like...a barrier of space.

Kyungsoo slowly pulled away to look at you and his eyes all but bulged out when he noticed the slight belly which you had, quite different from the relatively flat belly you had before he had left. He glanced back to look at your eyes and this time he saw that you were waiting for him with patient excitement as you smiled at him while your hands rested on his arms, not wanting him to let go for even a second. Kyungsoo’s lips parted as he glanced at your belly again and then back at you.

“Are you...”

You nodded, a smile crawling on your face while shock dawn on Kyungsoo’s face. He stared at your belly again, it still being quite subtle but enough to tell him the truth. You were pregnant. Pregnant with his baby.

...

..

.

And his gang didn’t tell him a single thing about it.

Anger immediately flared up in Kyungsoo as he stepped away, determined to storm back to headquarters where he was going to fire bullets straight into the foreheads of his members because how dare they keep such an important thing from him. You were pregnant with his baby! Why the fuck would they not tell him about something as important as that? He was going to kill them, he really was going to kill them.

“Kyungsoo don’t!” You exclaimed, hugging him from behind and pressing himself against you as best as you could. “Don’t be mad at them!”

“You were pregnant and they didn’t tell me! I will fucking kill them!”

“You were on a mission love.”

“Mission be damned! I should have been here!”

“But you are now.” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck before reaching for one of his hands bringing it to your stomach so that he may feel it.

While the baby wasn't’ kicking yet, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but freeze at the feeling of your pregnant belly, making him turn to stare at it in astonishment while you covered his hand with your own to keep it there. He was furious with his gang for keeping this from him, but now...he was here. Here with you with his hand on your belly, hoping to feel some kind of movement from the life he helped create.

“...”

He didn’t say a word as he continued to feel your stomach, which prompted you to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer and to press a kiss to your lips before whispering against them.

“You’re here now.”

And he was never going to leave again. Not now, not ever.

Kai

While Jongin adored you, he did not marry you for your cooking. Despite your attempts to try prepare meals for him, they always did end up in failure, not that he minded since he did have a professional cook permanently hired in order to prepare food for the two of you every day. But when he had returned home, instead of the glorious smell of Miss Choi’s cooking, he instead smelt smoke and that immediately told him that you had dismissed Miss Choi for the day to cook for yourself.

You were incredibly determined, which was one of the things which he did marry you for.

Just the sight of you made Jongin smile as he stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as you cursed loudly as you opened the oven and a small trail of smoke snuck out from the gap which made you curse even more and actually hit the oven as you closed it.

“What did the poor oven do to you?”

You jumped when you heard Jongin’s voice, making him chuckle as he walked into the kitchen and gather you into his arms as he greeted you with a kiss. You pulled away from him with flushed cheeks.

“Y-You’re home early.”

“I wanted to come home to my wife, is that a crime?” He teased, knowing that you will quip him about being a gang leader and so he is always performing some sort of illegal act. But instead you said nothing, glancing at the oven while biting your bottom lip with nervous contemplation. He cocked his head. “Something wrong?”

“Not...exactly. I just thought...that I would have had it ready by when you came home. Clearly not.” You sighed, unwinding your arms from around him before rubbing your eyes in frustration. Jongin immediately looked at you in concern.

“What do you mean?” You sighed before looking at him, no longer biting your lip but still looking nervous nonetheless.

“Just look in the oven. It will tell you.” You said, making Jongin look at you in confusion before looking at the oven.

Deciding that perhaps it was wise for him to do what you said, Jongin walked to the oven and opened it, leaning away as a bit of smoke escaped the cavern and to reveal a brunt bun on a baking tray. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at you with an unsure looking.

“Did you try a new recipe or something?” He asked, which made you gape at him. 

“No I...no!” You exclaimed, making him jump slightly from the volume of your voice. Jongin looked back at the bun, eyebrows furrowing before reaching inside the oven to touch it. It was rock hard. He looked back at you.

“Don’t worry, I will still eat it.” Even though his stomach began to internally protest, he hated seeing you look so upset so he will gladly eat some burnt bun to make you smile. But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as you actually stomped your foot before shaking your head.

“No! I...it’s...what is it?!” You demanded, making Jongin blink at you in confusion before glancing at the bun and then back at you.

“A bun?”

“And where is it?”

“...In the oven?”

You then looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and your arms spread out as you stared at him intently, as off waiting for the penny to drop. But Jongin clearly showed on his face that he had no idea at what you were trying to say, which made you groan in frustration.

“What is it altogether babe? Put it together!”

“A bun...in the oven?” Jongin tested, looking at you carefully as you impatiently stared at him.

You were clearly trying to tell him something, but he still couldn’t quite understand what it was. He looked back at the oven and the bun and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, the sentence repeating in his head before suddenly his eyes widened in realizing, the implication dawning on him before he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked, or rather demanded, as hope suddenly began to boil up in his stomach and fill his entire body.

Your body finally relaxed as Jongin figured it out and you let out a relieved sigh before finally nodding, only to squeal seconds later when Jongin suddenly swept you into his arm and twirling you around the kitchen, delighted laughter filling the room as joy overwhelmed his entire body.

Sehun

Sehun was protective over you, he always has been, and with the two of you getting married, his protectiveness only increased and while you thought it was a bit much and thought that hopefully it was ease up once the two of you got married, you were proven so terribly wrong because it only seemed to get worse. Therefore the newly married bliss quickly faded away when the two of you got into your first fight since getting married.

“You are too controlling! Let me breathe!

“It is my job to protect you!”

“Protect me! Not smother me!”

And so you had walked out to breathe, ordering Sehun to not send any men after you unless he wanted to be newly divorced after getting married. He should have risked it because now you were snatched away from him from some foreign gang that thought they could get milk out some power out of Sehun. And while he was working hard to get you back, snarling angrily at the taunting calls that he would get, today he was absolutely frozen in shock while the phone call was on speaker in the middle of the meeting room, his members learning the truth at the same time as him.

“What...did you say...” Sehun uttered, looking at the phone with an intense look as the words circled aorund his head while his heart felt like it was slowly getting squeezed by a python.

“Aww, did you new wifey not tell you before she came on a little date with us? Aw well we are honored to inform you then! Congratulations, you are going to be a father!”

Sehun immediately thought back to the day where the two of you had fought, to how angry he was that you had left without informing him or taking any bodyguards with you despite the two of you being on honeymoon. You had wanted to tell him something, something important, but he did not give you the chance, immediately attacking you with his vicious words.

He now knew what you had wanted to tell him.

“She is only just starting to show too, hmm, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If it is a boy, hmm how unfortunate that he will look like his father, but a lovely little girl who looks just like her mother, now that would be a gift to the world.”

Just hearing the slightly husked tone of the man’s voice sent fury through Sehun’s veins and he all but slammed his hands on the table as he glared at the phone furiously, his entire body shaking as imagined the ways he would torture the men keeping you captive.

“If you so much lay a finger on my wife, you’re dead.”

“My my, making threats to someone who is holding your pregnant wife captive? Tsk tsk, and here I thought you weren’t an amateur.”

Sehun was going to kill them, he was going to kill every single one of them and make them watch each other as he snips their lifelines one by one. But first he needed to get you back. He needed to get you and...and just love you. To embrace you and to tell you that he was never going to raise his voice at you again. And that he was happy, that he was happy that you were pregnant, that you and his family was growing, to just tell you that he will make you the happiest woman alive.

He needed you. He just needed you. He needed his family.

“...You have made a grave mistake making a move on my family.” Sehun growled to the phone, which only prompted the man’s voice to chuckle into the speaker.

“You made the grave mistake of letting your wife wander around a foreign city in her state, quite the failure of a newlywed if you ask me.”

“Nobody is asking you shit.” Sehun growled, only prompting another laugh.

“No one needs to, now unless you want me to start marring the beautiful skin of your wife, you will give in to our demands, unless married life doesn’t really entice you any longer.”

Sehun going to make them pay putting you through this torture, for making you and his future baby go through his torture. He was going to save you and make it up to you, he was never going to let any harm come to you again. That was an oath he was willing to take.

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EXO as Mafia

because the brain rot was so bad and the content so dry that I had to do it myself so...

Suho: The Kingpin Name: Kim Junmyeon

The Kim family has always had dealings in the criminal underground. When Junmyeon was passed over to inherit the Kim business in favor of his older brother, he decided to start his own crime syndicate, which overthrew his families overnight. Now, the sole survivor of his family’s unfortunate “accident”, there’s nothing getting in his way, and he’ll make sure it stays that way – no matter the cost. EXO – his valued inner circle who helped him to achieve this goal – are his new family, and as long as they are loyal, he will do anything for them. While being “the boss”, those in his inner circle were more his equals than anything else; very rarely did he have to pull rank, and he preferred it that way. It almost ensured their loyalty to him and kept things running much more smoothly than his more “traditional” upbringing.

Xiumin: The Underboss/Treasurer Name: Kim Minseok

Xiumin had been around for Suho longer than anyone else – longer than either could really bother to recount. Their bond was one thicker than blood, and there was no doubts between them when it came to trust. It’s for that reason he was named as the right-hand man, and he wasn’t one to take advantage of a position like that. As they grew in renown and wealth, he took up the position of managing the funds for the mafia as well – meaning if you pissed him off, he'd make sure you were cut off until you learned your lesson. He has learned to get along with the other inner-circle members but isn’t as touchy feely or “found-family” as Suho is. As long as they get the job done, and don’t cause him any headaches, he’s good.

Lay: The Ambassador Name: Zhang Yixing

Yixing was possibly the most valuable addition to the criminal organization. Being fluent in Chinese, Korean, and English, Lay slid into the position of being an Ambassador for the group – spreading out their allies, and their wealth. Lay single handedly ran the Chinese operations for the group – anything Suho wanted, he got done, and he got it done efficiently. It was a kind of security that other gangs (save for some…) didn’t have, and it increased their influence on a scale that was unheard of. Lay finds the almost symbiotic relationship between the inner circle as being incredibly soothing. He spends most of his time in Korea, only traveling to China if he has to. He prefers the company of his group, to the loneliness of his penthouse in Beijing.

Baekhyun: The Assassin/Hitman Name: Byun Baekhyun

Baekhyun is an odd guy. In this line of work, most hitmen, or assassins carry themselves in a certain manner – silent, or big & tough, or preferring to go unnoticed… Baekhyun seemed to have missed whatever the memo was on that. His carefree, flippant, and often mischievous attitude really caught Suho’s eyes when he was first introduced to the young man who had been quickly making a name for himself in the underground; using his own name at that – something very rare, and almost naïve for an assassin. But it just impressed Suho even more, because it proved his skills. He was welcomed into EXO, and quickly into the inner circle, and he’s been the resident prankster of the group ever since. 

Don’t let the puppy eyes fool you – this man has seen more bloodshed than most of the population and caused the majority of it. His innocent act just helps him to better blend in with the crowd. The other’s won’t admit it, but the thought of being on his bad side has definitely cost them some sleep in the past.

Chen: The Frontman/Informant Name: Kim Jongdae

Kim Jongdae is a businessman – end of discussion. He knows all the tricks of the trade – how to best charm people, wrap them around his finger, and extort them for all they are. His silver tongue is a talent that Suho refused to pass up when he was assembling his team and met the young man. Because of his easily approachable nature, sharp wit, and impeccable communication skills, Chen was perfect for being the groups Frontman. Anyone that wants anything from EXO – weapons, assassinations, drugs, loans, a business proposal – no matter what, the first person you’re going to see is Chen. If he thinks your proposal is good, then he’ll pass your name on. Being the Frontman, seeing as many people as he did, he also falls into the role of informant. Nothing gets by him, and he’s stopped a lot of trouble for the gang before it can happen. Chen, being a typical businessman, keeps his home and work life separate. He fulfills his duties for the group during business hours and won’t be bothered when he is at home with his wife and kids. This arrangement is concrete, and Suho respects it, making everything work smoothly like a well-tuned clock.

Chanyeol: The Dealer/Weapons Expert Name: Park Chanyeol

Park Chanyeol was actually a recruit that Chen managed to sniff out. This boy was making a good name for himself as being able to get anything you needed, no questions asked. So, Suho took it upon himself to test this out, putting out a line for some rather rare, foreign weapons, and a very tight deadline. When Chanyeol delivered, he offered (insisted) the man work for him, and he’d make it worth his while. Seeing this as an opportunity to get some of the stress of working alone off his back, and increase his outreach, Chanyeol took the offer, and the rest is history.

Much like Baekhyun, Chanyeol is a laidback person, until he’s on a job. Dealing with Park Chanyeol is one of the most tense interactions you’ll have in your whole life. It’s not even that he loses the joking personality – sure, sometimes he does, but, more than anything, it’s the rage that breaks over him in waves; promising unimaginable consequences if you cross him. Chanyeol can be ruthless, especially if he knows the person he’s dealing with has a chance of causing problems for him. Best to avoid doing deals with him – because he’ll collect what he thinks he’s due, no matter the circumstances.

D.O.: The Interrogator Name: Doh Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is the ideal kind of man you would want for this line of work. He’s silent, straight to the point, unmerciful, and would get a job done without getting side-tracked. His promising results in squeezing information out of his victims, by whatever means, was what made Suho decide to hire him once the Kim family went under – which is where D.O. had learned to perfect his craft. Junmyeon knew that his father had a habit of undervaluing D.O.’s importance to the operations, and so, when he decided to form EXO, he approached the younger man (who was then a few years younger than him and still in his teens) with his proposal to join right away. And Suho would never forget his answer: “I deal in results. Show me yours first, and then come talk to me.” When Suho successfully proved himself capable of overthrowing the Kim syndicate, D.O. joined without question, and had been a trusted member of the inner circle since.

Kai: The Driver/Bodyguard Name: Kim Jongin

Kai was a classic case of working his way through the ranks, eventually coming to land in the inner circle after many missions as a lower-tiered gang member. He actually was suggested to Junmyeon by Yixing, when a deal had gone south, leading to a police chase in which Kai had managed to impress the ambassador with his insanely precise evasion skills, losing the police all without getting a scratch on the car. It had been horrifying for Lay – sitting in the passenger seat while this young bodyguard drove up onto sidewalks, whipped them into reverse going 90 miles an hour, and even driving under a semi, but it was also impressive as shit. Now, Kai was the designated driver for all their big jobs and acted as extra muscle when they knew that there was a chance a deal could go sour. Kai is one of the youngest members in the circle, so some of the older one’s had some trouble at the beginning but have now warmed up to him. Each of them trust him with their life, and while they don’t really need a bodyguard (being part of an inner circle in the most feared mafia group in the world), having him by their side definitely makes them more at ease during dodgy jobs. 

Sehun: The Hacker Name: Oh Sehun

The final of the 9, and the youngest. Oh Sehun made his name when he was very, very young as being a technical genius. Anything to do with a computer, he could figure out. He even hacked into a military system when he was in middle school and was put into several government sponsored summer-camps to help grow his intellect – an oversight on the governments part. He is the only member of the 9 to actually seek EXO out first, and in a big way – by contacting Suho directly, with a proposition. The police were starting to close in on him – his youth having blocked his judgement a little and making him less careful than he should have been. He offered the mob boss, who at the time had been just starting to get his forces together, his technical expertise in exchange for safety in the ranks. Suho probably would have had him eliminated as a threat, however, with his proposition came a file, containing all the broken-down backroom movements of his family, which he had not had access to having not been the heir to the empire. Using this, he could break down the pillars of his families alliances, so, once he checked the authenticity of the information, Sehun’s offer was quickly accepted. Working with EXO, there isn’t anyone, or anything, that can be hidden from Oh Sehun with enough time. Security cameras, bank accounts, personal documents – if Suho wants it, Sehun can get it. This makes him indispensable to the group and gives him the security to play as he likes in his free time.

[gguksgalaxy]

Engraved pt. 21

Masterpost <– Engraved 20 | <- Departed 1 | <- Chased 3 | Engraved 22 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 3540 (sorry) Notes for Update: 40 Warnings: mentions of; murder, patricide, domestic abuse, abandoning children, bad parenting, and some other things i guess. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: Okay so this part absolutely sucks, i really don't like it. But something went wrong in my planning and i was left without a plot...So you guys will have to deal with it I guess? I promise it'll get better next time!

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You waved your customer goodbye, glad they were happy with the result of their tattoo. There was about an hour gap now so you closed the shop to take a break. Kyungsoo was upstairs, cooking something that smelled delicious. “Hey.” You said, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “What’s this?” He chuckled, putting one hand on yours on his stomach. “Broth, for tonight.” You hummed against the skin of his neck, giving him goosebumps. “Are you free?” there was a little thinge to his voice that you couldn’t properly place. “No, I’m on break, why?” He sighed, and you could feel that there was something bothering you. Yesterday you’d told him about the child smuggler, and he was so happy, and glad, and he almost cried. You expected him to be good now, but he felt, tense. “I wanted to talk to you about something, but it can wait till tomorrow.” 

You kissed the nape of his neck, resting your nose there. “You sure?” Kyungsoo nodded, “yeah, all good.” But it wasn’t, you could sense it. So you grabbed a banana and moved downstairs, to cancel your two appointments for today. He was more important than this, they’d come over again. You made up some excuse about a family issue. They were pretty okay about it, so you rescheduled them. Upstairs again, Kyungsoo was draining the broth and you watched him from the doorway. He was wearing sweatpants and a black shit, and you remembered the tattoos you’d etched into his skin. The panther, the blossom tree, the patterns on his arms. The text, the skulls. Every inch. Every piercing. “Got something you like?” he joked. You stepped over to him, turning off the fan and pulling him in for a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs.” “I thought you didn’t like quickies before work?” “Kyungsoo….” You dragged. “Not for that, you wanted to talk, lets go talk.” He stared at you with his big eyes and full lips parted. But he nodded, and let you guide him upstairs. You watched as he sat down, cross-legged on the bed, his hands in his lap, trembling. So you sat down across from him, and took his hand in yours. “It’s okay.” Kyungsoo sighed again. “I…It’s not, but I want to tell you.” Could it honestly be as bad as what you were hiding from him? It couldn’t be right? You were going to listen to him, and you wouldn’t leave him. That you told yourself. “Tell me, it’s alright. I’m not going to judge you.” He opened his mouth and hiccuped, not sure what to say. You felt his discomfort and you felt bad for him. Seeing him like this made you wonder how you were ever going to come clean to him about all the shit from the past. About everything. And with this whole thing that Minseok was doing, that time would be sooner rather than later. “Kyungsoo, if you’re not ready to tell me you don’t have to.” “No,” he hoarsely said. “I want to tell you.” He swallowed and you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down. “I just don’t know where to start.” “Take your time. Start where you think it’s easiest.” He took a shaky breath. “My…parents. I uhmm, I wanted to tell you about them.” “Would it help you if I told you about my dad first?” His eyes grew wide at your offer, but he nodded. “If you want.” “I had a good relationship with my dad, even though he’s not here anymore. He left when I was a little over 18. It might not surprise you but, he brought me up in this life. I went to primary school, middle school, and then dropped out. We spend our days at the shooting range, or studying foreign languages, climbing buildings. It sounds weird, and a lot of people might’ve expected him to be a dick, but he wans’t. He loved he a lot, and I love him as well.” “But he left you?” Kyungsoo whispered. “He left me because it was better for me, and because he thought I was ready to be on my own. If I wasn’t ready, if I’d asked him to stay, he’d have stayed.” “My father wasn’t this nice.” You were shut up by the bitterness in his voice. Should you apologise? “My mom, sounds more like your dad. She…taught me how to cook, and repair my clothes. Quite the opposite of what you were taught maybe. She was my best friend, she was everything to me. My mom was always there for me when I needed her. But my father…he…” Kyungsoo voice hitched and turned into something darker. “He ruined everything.” You reached out for his hand again, but he flinched away. It broke your heart. “Soo.” You tried, but he shook his head, pressing his eyes closed tightly. “My dad he…I don’t want to say he drank a lot as if that was the reason, because with or without alcohol it was the same.” He nervously licked his lips. “He…Used to beat my mom, and he’d yell a lot, but it was mainly physical. As a little kid I remember staring at it, not being able to look away. And as I got older I turned away, and hid. Then I got angry, at him, for doing that. By the age of 12 I mustered up the courage to protect my mom. I should’ve always protected her, I felt guilty. To feel what she had to go through, as he didn’t seem to care whether it was me or her he hurt, I…I don’t know.” There was a shaky breath from you, as you tried to press back the tears in the corners of your eyes. You weren’t going to cry. “And I guess in a way it was inevitable, but I still feel like it was my failure. My failure to protect her.” You saw the tears in his eyes, and all you wanted was to just pull him close and protect him. To see him like this…it made you upset. “I think I was 16, maybe 17, and when I got back from school the house was silent. There was no smell of food, or the sound of the vacuum cleaner. It was so silent and…for the first time in years I was afraid. Afraid to just enter my own home. I remember going back outside, and seeing that his car wasn’t there. I was crying before I saw her. Before I saw all the blood, and the crookedness of her arm.” Suddenly his expression seemed blank, as he stared at a point just past your shoulder. You couldn’t form a single sound as you watched him, how he had this blocked out somehow. Was this his pent up anger, where it originated from? His mom’s death? Sure could be possible, and the whole thing left a nasty taste in the back of your mouth. “She had been long dead before I got there apparently, and he was gone. He didn’t come home that night, or the next week, or the next month. We had a mortgage that needed to be paid, we had bills, a house. I had no job, my dad was gone.” He shook his head, a grim smile playing on his lips. “I dropped out of school, found a job somewhere in a back alley restaurant. I had no idea how shady it was, but it paid the bills. I was angry though, so angry. I smashed all the vases one night, and punched a hole in the dry wall. So with the bit of money I had to spare I started boxing. Mom told me once that men are angry, and they need physical activity to loose their anger. And that was why dad was like that, because he sat all day. She told me I wouldn’t always be so calm as I used to be, and she was right. I was just like him, and she loved me nonetheless. So the boxing helped, for a while, and then someone contacted me about fighting for money. I was 20 by that time. I know I shouldn’t have taken the offer, but I did. That’s how I found my way into the cage fighting.” He looked down into his lap, pulling off the skin on the side of his nails. “It helped with the anger, and it paid the bills better than the restaurant. So I quit that job and started training. It took over most of my life, and before I knew I was one of the best out there. I didn’t loose.” You wondered though, about his father, where he was now, and how Minseok had actually found him. Was it just the cage fighting? Why would Kyungsoo have just joined him, to kill people? “It wasn’t until 3 years later than Xiumin found me, at the Ring. He offered me something I couldn’t refuse.” That sounded like Minseok, knowing the smartest way to lure someone in. He hadn’t learnt that from a stranger. “He manipulated you?” “No, he offered me something, and I couldn’t refuse it.” He chewed on his lip, finally looking at you again, despair in his eyes. Searching for something from you. “He offered me my father, in exchange for my aid on a job.” You frowned. “I had been searching for my father for years, but to no avail. And he told me he could offer me him on a silver platter. I couldn’t say no. It was a thought that ruled my mind. To get my fucking hands around his neck and snap it like a twig.” He chuckled dryly. “I killed my own father, and I didn’t just do it. There was no, clean shot to the head, or stab to the heart. I beat him, made him apologise, made him cry, beg me to kill him. Then, I snapped his neck.” You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say to this. He didn’t seem like he wanted comfort, or for you to reach out to him right now. But you wanted to. So you waited, for him to give you any sign that he needed you. “I hate myself you know. For doing that, to my own father. For becoming like him.” He hiccuped, and then a tear fell, the first of many. “For hurting you, and I saw your fear and it was like-like you were her and I was him and I…I wanted to protect you, but I don’t know how I could protect you from myself.” A single sob made him shake. “Angel,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to do.” That was when you shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him and letting him fall against you. His head resting on your chest, arms around your waist, like that time in the kitchen. You’d never thought, when you first met him that he was someone so broken. So vulnerable and almost small. You hated that he thought this way about himself, but you understood. You understood why he did, and why he reacted this way. And him breaking, two, three times in the span of a month was everything falling apart, or maybe into place. He never talked about this probably, he never had anyone to confide in. You shushed him, waited till he calmed down and laid down with his head in your lap. You brushed your fingers through his hair, used your sleeve to dry his tears. His eyes were closed, and for a second you thought he was asleep. But when he reached for your hand, and pressed his lips to your knuckles you knew he wasn’t. He kissed each of your tattoos, the heart, the spade, the diamond and the club, he rested his nose against the joker card. Right now you wished your wings were real , and that you could wrap them around him and protect him from the world. He played with the piercing on the junction between your thumb and forefinger, silently so. “You don’t have to do this.” “I want to do this.” “Okay.” He whispered, looking up at you with the big eyes you’d come to love. “I won’t make you promise to stay. But if I can stay here, for a while, it’d be nice.” That made your heart shatter into pieces. “Kyungsoo, I already told you that you can stay here for as long as you want. I asked you to move in with me.” He nodded. “I know.” You cocked your head to the side, wondering what he meant. “I bought something yesterday, I haven’t had the time to show you.” “Huh?” “Let me get up.” You softly rolled him to the side, taking your hand back and getting something from a bag in the hallway. “So you know how I have this box, in my wardrobe, and I don’t want you to touch it.” He nodded. “Well, I got you your own box.” “You got me a box?” “Yes. It’s for your private things, that you don’t want me to fuss in. I will respect that.” He laughed a little. “Thank you, I think?” You pulled him by his arm, kissing him firmly on the lips. “Take the fucking box Kyungsoo.” And so you found yourself assembling his box together, and setting it next to yours inside the wardrobe. You knew what was inside of yours, every single item. But it was yours and yours alone and you really didn’t need anyone to touch it. He said he didn’t have anything to put in it yet, but that was okay. Over time he could assemble little things. It would be his and his alone. “Angel?” “Hmm?” you were tying your hair up into a braid when he followed you into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around your waist, like you had done hours before, and kissed the shell of your ear. “I…” he started, his eyes finding yours in the mirror. “Thank you.” You chuckled. “Do you feel better now?” “It’s like a weight fell off my shoulders.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry for bringing it to you so suddenly, but I couldn’t hide it any longer. It was eating at me.” “Don’t worry, it’s all good.” “Hey,” He touched your left ear, pushing it back a bit. “You have a tattoo behind your ear?” You had almost forgotten about that, really. “Oh yeah.” “What does it say, here, move into the light.” You reluctantly let him shift you into the mirror lights so he could see it better, read the word etched into your skin. “Fau-Fawn? Fawn?” You nodded, taking his hand away and turning around to face him. “Yeah, Fawn.” He looked at you with a deep frown, wondering what it mean. You hoped you didn’t have to explain, because you had no pre-made lie for that one. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “What about your mom?” So he wasn’t going to ask about the tattoo? You sighed, but weren’t surprised by the question. “My mom didn’t want me. She got pregnant with me while she was unaware of my fathers profession. He never told her, but he was head over heels in love with her. So when he found out she got pregnant, on accident, he told her everything. And he begged her to work things out and he wanted to leave this life for her and raise me. But she didn’t want to, she hated him, sent him away. He didn’t see her for 8 months, because she didn’t want him to. She got a restraining order against him somehow, and he let her. But he didn’t expect to find a newborn baby on his doorstep after that time.” Kyungsoo gasped. “She left you on the doorstep of a criminal?” “Don’t take it the wrong way. My mom is the bad one in this situation, not my father. He loved me, and put everything aside to take care of me. She left him with me because she wanted him to finally get caught and have to fix things. But she disappeared after that.” “You’ve never met her.” You shook your head. “No, he has offered me, because he knew where she was. I think he keeps track of her. But I don’t want to. She doesn’t want me, so I don’t need her in my life. It’s fine really. I have the most loving father.” “But he’s not here.” “I miss him, I really do, but trust me that this is safer for both of us.” Kyungsoo’s frown grew deeper. “Is that why you can’t leave this life?” “Yes, partially. I have gotten mixed up in his business before, when people are especially vengeful with him. They sometimes come for me, but it’s not something you have to worry about.” He nodded. “Let’s go get dinner?” “Yeah” Kyungsoo cooked the best food, especially when it was the two of you. He could pay more attention to the flavour now, and he seemed to enjoy it a lot. Now you understood, because his mom had taught him. So you found yourself on the couch, your legs over his lap and a bowl in yours. Chopsticks in hand to scoop up deliciously seasoned noodles in the broth he’d made earlier. His bowl was resting on your legs, warm to the touch. It was homey and comfortable, and somehow you felt so much more connected to him now that you knew what he had been through. He was still a bit down, you felt it. But he was going to be fine, he knew you were okay with everything. “It tasted really good, you should make this more often.” He swallowed his mouthful with a smile. “Thank you.” “To be honest I feel like an old married couple like this. Cooking together, sitting on the couch.” He laughed. “Why?” You shrugged. “We’ve been together for what? A month, maybe a bit more? But everything is so easy.” “It is easy, I mean, coming clean to you wasn’t easy. But being with you is. I don’t…think about it.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “We just work.” Suddenly there was a noise downstairs, like something fell. You sat up, moving to put your bowl down but Kyungsoo grabbed your arm. “I’ll go look, maybe something just fell.” You nodded, and sat back down, watching him move downstairs. There wasn’t any sound after that, so you continued to eat and waited for him to come back. Maybe it was just a paint bottle that rolled away, it happens. But when he didn’t return for a good 10 minutes you started to get a bit worried. If he was cleaning up paint from the floor surely he’d have called you right? When you were about to go check on him you heard his voice. “Angel?” “Yah?” you answered. “There’s someone here for you, can you come downstairs?”   You frowned, you must’ve forgotten to lock the door downstairs when you closed the shop. But most people who entered would just come upstairs if they needed you. So you sat down your food and walked down the stairs. You stopped, you just stopped on the stairs the moment you even caught sigh of his legs. Clean polished shoes, expensive slacks, you moved cautiously, coming down to where Kyungsoo was at the bottom of the stairs. There you saw him, you saw him. He saw you, but he didn’t speak a single word. It was so like him, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to look up at his face. To really see him again. You swallowed thickly, not sure what to do. Kyungsoo was here, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo had to leave. He couldn’t - everything would go to hell. If he found out about Soo he’d be dead meat. How, how were your going to do this. History couldn’t repeat itself, you wouldn’t let it. Nobody else was going to die, not today, and not ever. So you spoke, praying to the gods you didn’t believe in. “D.O., thank you for the cooperation, your services are no longer needed. I look forward to working together again.” You looked at him, praying he couldn’t see your fear, your unease. He frowned, and with a pause, nodded. With his hands in his pockets he moved towards the garage door. “Oh, D.O., we don’t talk about the things that happen here, yeah?” He turned around to look at you, his eyes going up and down your body. But somehow, he nodded again and left. That’s what left you, alone with him. Alone in a room, he was no more than 6 feet away from you. He was observing you, you felt it. But you couldn’t look at him. With Kyungsoo gone you felt alone, but you had to do it to protect him. You wondered if he figured it out already, but he was silent. Maybe he was waiting for you to do something first. So you looked up at him, and were struck with something way too familiar. Fear, your own, it was thick in the air, and you knew he could sense it. He always could. Your hands trembled, your mouth ran dry at the sight off his lopsided smile. All noises seemed blurry, like there was cotton in your ears. But his voice, his pristine voice, hit your drums clear, like a thunderbolt in a silent night. "Hello little fawn." You couldn't breathe, your lips could only form one sound. "Minho."

A/N: i'm so sorry of how sucky this was....but yeah, something finally did happen. So i hope you guys are excited for the next part.

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That's Okay

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader / Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage! AU / Mafia! AU

Warning: Smut, Violence, Language, Angst

Word Count: 7.2k

A smile spread across your lips as your mind wanders to your boyfriend, doing whatever you could to ignore the rambles of your father.

"Who does that fucking Taehyung think he is?" He spits, throwing his fork onto his plate, crossing his arms in anger.

"Sorry, what?" You ask, forcing a smile. God you hated Sunday night dinners with your family.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Your father grunts. "Look, while I have you here, I have some news." He says, clearing his throat before looking at your uninterested mother.

"What?" You ask, your stomach doing flips as the sudden nerves eat you alive.

"In just one month, you will be married off into the Do family. Mr. Do's oldest son, Kyungsoo is taking over for him eventually and as the heir, he is to be married. With the new groups coming in and trying to take our districts we need to combine, and this is how we do it." Your father says, picking his fork back up to finish his food.

Your stare at him for a moment, your mouth hanging open in surprise and confusion. You couldn't get married, you were with someone already, someone you wanted and you knew wanted you, not a stranger.

"But.." you begin before he holds up one finger, almost in your face. That was his thing and his way of telling you he was done talking about it, and you had no say. This was your life though, he couldn't dictate who you were going to spend your life with.

"I don't want to." You say, partially confident but mostly terrified.

Your father turns to look at you, confusion now coated his eyes. You were never one to back talk to your father, or anyone.

"You don't want to?" He repeats.

"Yes. No, I don't want to." You whisper.

"I do a lot of fucking things I don't want to do, but I do them because it helps the fucking family." He snaps. "Are you a part of this family? Because if you are, then you'll get married, goddammit." He yells, standing up and storming away.

"Do as your father says." Your mother whispers. "Please." She finishes before walking away, not even saying a goodbye before she went to the opposite side of the house as your father. He and your mother had an arranged marriage and neither of them were happy. You were sure there was never a moment you saw them actually smile at each other or laugh together. That was the life they wanted you to live?

You wanted to be happy, and in this moment there was only one person you knew that would help you feel even the slightest bit better.

"Baby?" He answers his phone in a whisper as you walk out of your parents house, leaving their staff to clean up the mess of dinner.

"I need to see you." You sniffle, sliding into your drivers seat.

"Bad dinner?" He asks. You didn't answer, he already knew. "I'll be over in half an hour, love." He tells you, hanging up the phone. You could always count on Taehyung to be there for you, like a boyfriend should.

As you pull up to your apartment building, you see a spiffy Taehyung in a suit, leaning against his Mercedes with his muscular arms crossed against his chest. A bright and happy smile spread across your face as you parked in your spot quickly, and ran to him. His arms wrapped around you and you just felt like everything was going to be okay.

"So tell me what he did now." Taehyung says, settling in on your couch.

"Married!" You yell, placing your hand on your forehead. "Can you believe that? He, my father, wants me, myself, to get married to a complete stranger!" You scoff, still having a hard time believing it. "Me! A stranger!"

"Did he say who?" Taehyung asks, suddenly perking up a bit.

"Do Kyungsoo or some shit." You say, not noticing Taehyung's face contort into anger.

"Hah. Does he really think that'll work?" Taehyung laughs, shaking his head.

"Listen to me baby, okay?" Taehyung smiles, standing up. He places his hands on each arm, looking you in the eyes before talking.

"You're going to marry Kyungsoo, okay?" Taehyung says. "Before you freak out, this is a power move on his part, one that I can see possibly benefitting me in the future but I need your help."

"Benefitting you?" You ask, cocking your head to the side.

"Did I say me? I meant us, baby, always." He smiles, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. Within seconds you already melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Taehyung's neck for a second before he pulls away.

"This'll have to be quick, baby." He groans, bending you over the desk in your living room. It usually was a quickie with him, that was one of the problems of dating a mafia boss, he was always busy.

Taehyung groans as he hikes your skirt up, exposing your bare ass. He raises his hand, landing a hard smack right on your cheek before you can hear the dangling of him undoing his belt buckle. He licks his fingers, before slowly pushing them inside you, making sure you were plenty wet for him.

"Always so tight." He breathes, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

He pulls his fingers out of you, pumping his cock a few times before he lines himself up with your entrance. Taehyung pushes his cock into you, stretching your pussy out as he fills you up.

"Fuck." You gasp, clinging to the edge of the desk.

Taehyung reaches up, placing his hand on your head, pushing it into the desk as he rams his clock inside you, making you cry out. You can hear him murmuring things, but not loud enough for you to make out what he said, except for a few things.

"Slut… you bitch...worthless." he mutters and you feel your heart sink. Surely he doesn't truly think of you like that, does he?

You close your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of Taehyung thrusting his cock into you but your mind keeps wandering to what he said.

"You like that?" He grunts, gripping onto your hips tighter. "Shit." He groans.

You feel the change of pace with his thrusts, knowing he will cum soon. You tighten your pushy around his cock, attempting to keep him inside you for just a little longer.

It doesn't work. He releases himself into you, grunting loudly as he thrusts, enjoying his high.

Taehyung pulls his cock from inside you, allowing his cum to seep from your pussy, dripping down your leg. You lay there for a second while he pulls up his pants, making himself presentable once again.

"I didn't even get off." You huff, standing up.

"Next time." He half smiles, leaving you standing there with his cum falling down your legs, horny and confused.

**

A few days later, you're laying in your bed, staring at a text you had received from your father. You were to get yourself looking good for a dinner at your parents house, with your future husband.

Great. Couldn't wait.

While you did your make up and hair, you had Taehyung on speaker phone, describing what you were doing and what you were going to wear.

"Be sexy and amazing baby, I need this. We need this." He corrects himself quickly. "This is important for our future." You can hear the smile through the phone, whether that smile is genuine or not is what concerns you.

Part of you knew that Taehyung was up to something, no one who truly wants something for 'us' says 'me' all the time. You weren't that stupid, but there were some things you chose to ignore, and these were some of them.

"Alright, I've got to go. I'm running late already. I'll call you after. I love you." You smile.

"You too." He replies, causing your heart to sink. You thought he loved you, but the fact that he never said it, should be cause for concern but you didn't have the time right now. You had a man to woo.

**

Sitting at the dinner table, your plate barley picked at, you stare at the man sitting across from you, the man who is meant to become your husband in three weeks. He was handsome, you could admit that, his heart shaped lips drew you in first, and then his cat-like eyes. His face though was cold, he was intimidating and seemed extremely uninterested.

You didn't have to do much of anything to woo him, he did not object to anything either of your mothers had planned out for the wedding, just went along with it.

"Why don't you two take a walk in the garden and talk?" You father suggested, while everyone else agreed.

You stood up, along with Kyungsoo, leaving the dining to whispers and giggles about how the two of you were a beautiful couple.

**

Walking through the garden, your hands are intertwined in front of you, while he keeps his at his sides, neither of you talking. You wanted to break the silence, or even better have him break the silence, but neither of you were willing.

Until you gave it a shot.

You look over at him, just as he turns to you, and your eyes meet. You give him a small smile while his face remains stone like.

"I'm not going to fuck you." He spits, looking forward again. You stop in your tracks.

"What?" You ask, feeling rather offended.

"You're looking at me like you can't wait until I slide my dick into you, but it won't happen. I'm not into girls who have daddy issues, and let anyone fuck them as long as she can call them daddy while they're inside her." He snaps. "That's you. Reeking of desperation and shit.  Let's get one thing straight, this is for our fathers and the companies, that's it. You mean nothing to me and that won't change." He finishes, looking you up and down before scoffing. "I'll have my doctors check you out, God only knows what the fuck is down there. Permanently stained with random men's cum and diseases." He spits. "You're the best they could do?" He scoffs, walking away, leaving you feeling heartbroken from a man you didn't even know.

**

For the next few weeks leading up to the wedding, you had very minimal say in what happened, or anything in regards to what's usually supposed to be the happiest day in a woman's life. Instead you felt dread and sorrow. You hadn't told Taehyung what Kyungsoo had said to you, you were worried about his reaction. Not that you thought he would be angry with you and confront Kyungsoo, no, more like he would laugh and agree, making you feel worse.

The words your future husband spat at you, like you were nothing were burned in your brain. You thought about it constantly, especially everytime Taehyung was inside you, demanding you call him daddy. All you could see was Kyungsoo's disgusted face.

The day of the wedding, there were no smiles from you as you walked down the aisle. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes instead, the dread of having to live with just a harsh and vicious man for however long, was not at all how you imagined your life would go. At least you knew you had one good thing you could count on, Taehyung.  He had promised you, swore to you up and down that once his plan worked, he would swoop in and take you away, you and him living life together happily ever after.

That's the only thing that got you through whispering 'I do', not to mention kissing the man you were now married too.

**

Over the next few weeks, things were awkward. Immediately after the wedding you were moved into his house, and into his bedroom. You had offered to take a room somewhere else but you were told a man and wife share a bed and that was it. Kyungsoo wasn't one to do anything that would displease his father, so he agreed.

The first two weeks, Kyungsoo didn't come to bed at night but you saw him occasionally during the day. You would catch him staring at you a little more each day, when you came downstairs wearing your booty shorts and tight tank top, the same thing you wore to bed every night.

As time went on, he would sit in the living room when you spoke and joked with his men, never saying anything, just listening. You had caught him a few times slightly smiling at something you had said. His smile was beautiful.

As you walk down the stairs one morning you hear Kyungsoo losing it on one of his men.

"What the fuck do you mean Kai fucked up?" Kyungsoo snaps at Minseok. "What happened?"

"Well you see.. he missed the shipment pick up and they won't reschedule but will come on their assigned day next time." Minseok tells him.

"That's four fucking weeks we have to wait for the drugs." Kyungsoo snaps. "Bring him to me. He better be beaten while I figure this shit out. Dumb fuck. What the fuck was he doing?"

Before Minseok can answer you walk down the stairs, wearing your short shorts and tank top, ceasing all communication from the men. You could feel both sets of eyes burning in the back of you.

"Just bring him to me." Kyungsoo says, walking away once you're out of site. "And stop checking out my wife."

**

By week four, you had finally been able to sneak out to see Taehyung, resulting in you telling him everything that had happened so far, and then Taehyung harshly fucking you in the backseat of his car.

"So he hasn't told you any plans?" Taehyung asks, buttoning up his shirt.

"I told you, we don't talk." You say, rolling your eyes. You didn't tell him that you and Kyungsoo had been getting along better. You knew that Taehyung wasn't to be trusted, but you couldn't walk away, not yet. "We do have that party next week though." You tell him.

"You two are going?" Taehyung asks.

"Yeah. Happy newlyweds." You murmur.

"Well I'll see you there." He smiles, nodding towards the door, motioning for you to get out. A partial laugh and scoff slips from your mouth as you slam the car door, walking back to the house you shared with Kyungsoo.

The night before the party, you saw Taehyung one more time. He buried his cock so far in you that night, you thought he might actually feel some type of way towards you,  instead he told you to be safe. "And Goodluck tomorrow." He nodded towards the door, again.

This was exhausting.

The night of the party, Kyungsoo had sent up a makeup artist and stylist for you. You had chosen a dark blue, deep V neck dress, along with a pair of black pumps. You were given smokey eye makeup, with a red lip. You looked good.  You walked down the stairs where Kyungsoo waited for you in his tux, and he looked darn good.

"You look beautiful." He tells you, holding out his arm for you to link in with yours. You give him a small look, as if you're not sure if he's serious or not. "I'm being serious. You look great." He says, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." You smile. "You look pretty good yourself." You say, avoiding eye contact anymore.

**

Arriving at the party, you're mesmerized. This is bigger than anything your parents had ever thrown, much more magnificent and way classier in your opinion. Your parents had a tendency to be quite tacky.

You and Kyungsoo walked through the house, your hand tightly placed in his. You tried to ignore the whispers and the stares, but it made you feel important that people were talking about you. You felt powerful. Until you saw Taehyung standing there in his suit, looking mesmerizing and now you felt inferior, like a fraud. He smiled in your direction, and nodded to Kyungsoo, he nodded back.

It was almost as though Kyungsoo could feel the uneasiness coursing through you, and he gave your hand a small squeeze, to let you know you were fine. If only he knew about your history with Taehyung.

As the evening went on, you were introduced to many important people, drank champagne, mingled and now rested your head on Kyungsoo's shoulder as you slowly danced with him. It was strange, you hadn't ever seen this side of him, but then again he was also probably just faking to show off that the two of you were happy.

"I'm sorry." He whispers into your ear.

"For what?" You ask, your eyes closed as your head still lays on his chest.

"For what I said the first night we met. It was uncalled for and rude and I shouldn't have said that. I had just exiled one of my men, and I wasn't in a good place with anything. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you." He tells you.

"What changed your mind?" You ask, unsure if you wanted to know.

"These past couple months, I've been watching you. I know that sounds creepy." He chuckles. "But I've been watching you with my men, when you're alone, and I've gotten to see you in a way I hadn't thought of before, and I think I'm a lucky man." He finishes.

"Wow." You whisper.. "I don't know what to say." You pause. "Actually.. I think I need to tell you something."

"What?" He asks. You look up at him, looking him in the eyes before you start.

"I have been.."

"Excuse me." You're interrupted by Taehyung. "Mr Do, may I borrow your stunning wife for a moment?" He asks.

Kyungsoo looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You shrug your shoulders, following Taehyung as Kyungsoo watches the two of you walk away.

**

Taehyung closes the door behind you, rushing towards you, taking your face in his hands. "I've wanted to bury myself in you since you walked in the door." He groans, placing a kiss on your lips.

You push him off. "I'm with my husband." You hiss, backing away from him.

"So?" He chuckles. "What does it matter?"

"I'm not going to fuck you with him downstairs." You say, walking towards the door.

"Y/N. Stop." He shouts. When you don't he swiftly grabs onto your arm, yanking you into him. "I said stop." He snaps, his grip tightening around your arm.

"That hurts." You cry, trying to get him off of you. "Stop Taehyung." You whine.

"Let her go, Kim." You hear from the doorway. Turning your head you see Kyungsoo standing there, his eyes black and full of anger.

"Mind your business." Taehyung slurs.

"My wife, my business. Let's go Y/N." Kyungsoo growls. Taehyung let's go, letting you walk out of the room, leaving the two men glaring at each other.

"I've been fucking her." Taehyung cackles.

"Yeah? How's your wife feel about that?" Kyungsoo asks. Taehyung's face drops. No one was ever supposed to know about her. "I'll be seeing you." Kyungsoo finishes, closing the door, leaving Taehyung standing there shocked.

Instead of grabbing another drink, Kyungsoo ushered you outside and urged the valet to hurry the fuck up for his car. He was acting as if he knew something was about to happen.

"Whats going on?" You ask, worriedly.

"Look, I don't know what your relationship with that piece of shit is, but you need to end it now, whatever it is." He tells you, his eyes remaining on the road, but constantly also looking in the rear view mirror.

"I've.. just been… sleeping with him." You admit, feeling overly guilty. You had been cheating on your actually nice husband, and felt like a bag of shit for it.

"It's fine baby, shit was fucked up." He tells you, still not looking at you. "But there is something you need to know."

You turn your head and look at him regardless, your eyes wide, mouth hanging open just slightly. Did he just call you baby? Your heart fluttered at the sound of it spilling from his lips. You loved it.  

"Too much?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"No, I liked it." You admit.

"Fuck." Kyungsoo spits, seeing a car speeding up behind the two of you.

"What do I need to know?" You ask.

"First off, that's him behind us." He says, focusing on driving. "Second, he is married. His wife is Kwon Chaeso." He finishes.

You can't breathe. You literally feel like you are dying at this moment. How could you have not known?

"Fuuuuck." You breathe, barely.

"Relax, we can deal with that after. Right now I need to try to lose him." Kyungsoo says, noticing the car behind you is coming up quickly. "Seatbelt." He growls, noticing you're not wearing it.

Just as you reach for it, the car behind you rams into the back bumper, jolting you forward, causing you to hit your head on the dash.

"Shit." Kyungsoo snaps, pressing down on the gas more.

You feel the blood dripping down your face, as you quickly put your belt on, not worrying about your cut now.

"Hold on." Kyungsoo yells as he abruptly turns the wheel all the way to the right, taking a road you hadn't even seen. The car drifts on the gravel road as he tries to straighten out the car. You both watch the rear view mirror, seeing Taehyung's car drive straight past, a sense of relief washes over you.

You still hold your breath, waiting for him to backup and come after you again, but instead you see another car drive past, Kyungsoo lets out a sigh of relief before calmly driving to his house.

"Those were some of my men. We're okay now." He tells you. "We have a doctor, let's get home and get that cut looked at." He smiles.

**

The next night you laid in your bed staring at the clock. It was 2am, and Kyungsoo still hadn't come to bed. You slipped out of bed, slid on your slippers before you went wandering downstairs to his office to see if he was there.

Opening the door, you're met with a moaning Kyungsoo who had his eyes closed, head thrown back and hand wrapped around his thick cock.

Your gasp startles him. You mutter an apology as he just stares at you, hand still on his cock.

"I was thinking about you." He groans.

"You were?" You ask, walking into the room, closing the door behind you.

"How tight your pussy is, how good it would feel." He groans. You can feel yourself dripping already.

"Why don't you find out?" You whisper, walking over to his desk before bending over. Your large shirt riding up over your ass, showing Kyungsoo you were wearing no panties.

"Naughty fucking slut." He groans, standing up from his chair.

He presses your head harder against the desk with one hand as he lines himself up with your entrance with his other hand.

He slowly pushed himself into you, burying himself into you.

"Shit. I was right." He groans, thrusting in and out. "Rub your clit." He tells you.

You reach between your legs, rubbing your clit as he pulps become faster and harder, needing his release.

"Fuck you feel so good." He grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Cum in my pussy." You cry out, your orgasm rushing through your body.

"Fuck." He breathes, his orgasm flowing through his body as he shoots his load into your pussy, filling you up.

The two of you catch your breath, before he pulls himself out of you, wiping you down with a cloth.

"Let's go to bed." He sighs, grabbing your hand and bringing you upstairs.

That night you sleep with your head on his chest, and things are only going up from there.

**

Over the next few weeks, things between you and Kyungsoo kept getting better and better. He took some time out of his day, everyday to see you, regardless of what he needed to do, or who he needed to meet.

Today, you and he were sitting on the couch, your legs sprawled across them as you watched a drama together, keeping a few things just simple and not violent.

"Boss. You got a call." Sehun, one of Kyungsoo's men says, waking up to him with a phone in his hand.

"What?" He snaps, putting the phone to his ear. "Oh, hello. Yes. Sure. Okay. I will have an answer for you in a few days." He finishes, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Sehun.

"Who was that?"

"Later baby, I need to handle some stuff okay? Why don't you go shopping, I'll meet you at the mall in a bit." He smiles.

Things were so good between you two, you didn't want to pry, so you agreed.

"Okay." You smile, getting up to go get ready, leaving Kyungsoo whispering to a few of his men.

**

Walking through the mall, you can hear Yixing behind you, breathing slightly heavily as he lugs your bags around.

"You can put those in the car. I'm just going to check out a few more stores." You tell him. He nods his head, turning around to head back to the car while you continue shopping.

You walk into a lingerie store, checking out something for when you and Kyungsoo finally fuck. You had stopped seeing Taehyung since the night of the party, and found out he was married but that hasn't stopped him from texting and calling you consistently.

As you wander through the store, your stomach drops as it feels like someone is watching you. You look around the store but see no one.

Probably just your imagination.

Pulling out your phone, you call Kyungsoo to ask him a question.

"Baby. Everything okay?" He answers.

"Yes." You giggle. "Just out of curiosity, what's your favorite color?" You ask, looking around again, still feeling the eyes on you.

"Red. Why?" He asks, you can sense the smile through the phone.

"Just wondering. Thank you." You finish, hanging up before he can ask another question.

It doesn't take you long to find a skimpy red piece of lingerie, with stockings and heels, it's perfect. You wander out of the store after you've paid, constantly turning your head. You still feel like you're being watched. Your stomach sinks while a lump in your throat forms. You pick up the pace of your walking, weaving through the crowds.

You try to move around a big group, but unfortunately they stopped in the middle of the walkway to talk, leaving you stuck behind them. You jump as you feel a hand on your shoulder, letting out a yelp. You swiftly turn around, seeing a worried Kyungsoo, standing there.

"Soo?" You say, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"What's going on baby?" He asks, pulling you in close.

"It's nothing. I was being paranoid." You sigh.

"If you're sure?" He asks.

"Definitely." You say, pulling away from him.

You smile at his curious eyes, looking at the store name on the bag you were holding. "For me?" He asks. "You're wearing?"

You nod your head. A smile spreads across his face. Kyungsoo places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in close for a kiss. Your first kiss with him, and you melt. It's perfect, you couldn't have asked for better.

That is, unless you had seen a disheveled Taehyung watching the two of you share a kiss. "She's MINE." he yells, stomping away. He would stop at nothing to get her back.

**

That night you stood in front of the mirror, wearing the piece of lingerie you had gotten. You waited for Kyungsoo to be done doing whatever he was doing, but from the sound of it, it seemed as though he was yelling at his men.

You walked to the door, opening it slightly enough to hear Kyungsoo's loud voice booming from downstairs. "Do not, under any circumstances, knock on the door to my bedroom tonight. Unless it's something huge, stay the fuck away. Got it?" He yelled.

"Yes, sir." His men yelled back.

You could hear him walking up the stairs, impatiently waiting to get to you.

You close the door quietly, making your way to the edge of the bed to sit down. You lean back slightly, resting on your elbows as you wait for him.

The door opens, and your breath hitches. Kyungsoo's suit jacket and shirt are already open, revealing a toned stomach you didn't know he had.

"Damn, baby." He groans, licking his lips at the sight of you.

"You like?" You ask, caressing your thigh.

"Nah baby, I love." He growls walking over to you. You scoot back further onto the bed as he climbs on, hovering over you so you have to lay down. Kyungsoo plants a small kiss on your lips, moving down your chin to your neck and to your chest.

"So sexy." He groans, moving his way down to your perky breasts. "Sorry." He whispers, taking the small piece of fabric in his hands and tearing it in half, exposing your tits.

"I liked that." You groaned as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly.

"I'll buy you 20 more." He murmurs, moving his mouth over to your next breast. His hand trails down your stomach, moving underneath your little pair of panties. He glides his finger in between your lips, gently rubbing your throbbed clit. You arch your hips as he gently rubs you while peppering small kisses wherever he can.

The two of you are brought out of the moment by hearing shouting downstairs. "Ignore the idiots." He grunts, not wanting anything to ruin this night. Until you hear fun shots, and not just one or two, but multiple.

"Shit." He groans, his phone starting ringing.

"Yeah?" He says, answering the phone. "Shit." He finishes, hanging up the phone.

"Baby. Hide. Somewhere smart. Just hide and do not come out until I find you. Okay?" He says, holding onto your arms tightly. "Okay!?" He yells. "Take your phone. Keep it on you."  

"Yes, okay." You whisper, terrified. "Be safe." You finish as he runs out of the room, leaving you to find somewhere to hide.

And you did, relatively quickly. You chose the armoire so you could hold it shut from the inside. You climb inside, trying to keep as quiet as you can, slowing down your breathing to listen. You hear shots on shots and so much indistinct yelling.

The door opens, you hold your breath, your eyes wide, you didn't think anyone would actually come into this room. "She's gotta be in here." You hear one man say.

"C'mere beautiful." You hear another voice.

You place your hand over your mouth, trying to not make any noise, until your cell phone begins to ring, your loud ringtone playing. You struggle to turn it off in time. The second you stopped it, the door opens, revealing two men wearing masks.

"Gotcha." The one yells. You try to scream but they shove a cloth in your mouth before you can. A needle is stuck in your neck causing you to pass out to the faces of two men you had seen before.

**

"Suho, go around the back! Chanyeol and Baekhyun, take the front!" Kyungsoo yells, trying to make sure all his bases are covered. He didn't recognize most of these men, but knew some that has been previously exiled from other groups.

He has an idea of who could be doing this. There realistically was only one person who hated him enough to pull something like this.

Taehyung.

A part of him had a feeling it was because of you. What if he did this because he wanted an easy way to get to you. "I'm going to check on Y/N." Kyungsoo yells, heading for the stairs, praying you were okay.

Kyungsoo bursts through the door, seeing you nowhere to be found. His heart sinks into his chest as he searches the room for you. He sees the door to the armoire wide open, along with one of the earrings you had been wearing early before everything happened.

Eyes wide, he looks up at the window, seeing it now wide open, with you nowhere to be found.

"He fucking took her!" Kyungsoo yells, storming downstairs, not bothering to assess any of the damage done to the house.

"Is everyone okay?" He asks.

"Cuts and bruises but all good to go sir." Chanyeol says.

"Good. Now find my fucking wife." He spits, storming into his office and slamming the door.

Kyungsoo sits in his chair, placing his head into his hands, he should have known something like this was going to happen.

He takes a deep breath when his phone beeps. Pulling it out, he checks the message, and it's a picture of you, tied up with a gun to your head, with the caption reading "try and find her, and she dies.'

**

As you wake up you feel a cold metal against your head until you begin to move and it disappears. You're tied to a chair inside a nice office, a cloth stuck inside your mouth so you couldn't scream.

"She's up." You hear from behind you, and an answer coming through the radio. "Okay."

Your stomach sinks. You know what two men it is without question. You've met these two men time and time again, being with Taehyung.

"Mghdjsj" you mumble through the cloth. The man you thought it was chuckles, pulling it from you mouth from behind.

"Wonho. Why?" You groan.

"Sorry, Y/N. Bosses orders." He chuckles.

"Lemme guess, B.I is back there with you?" You sigh.

"You got it, Y/N." You hear.

"He's not who you think.. he's married." You say just before the doors behind you open up, revealing who you can only assume is Taehyung.

"My baby is back." Taehyung sighs, crouching down in front of you. He reaches his hand up, caressing your cheek.

"Let me go." You spit, trying to move your face away from his hand.

"I've let you go once baby, I won't do it again." He smiles.

"I'm not yours. I have a husband who I want to be with and you have a wife." You growl, still pissed off he did that.

"I was hoping he wouldn't have told you." Taehyung sighs.

"Well he did, and I want nothing to do with you. I was done with you before I even found out." You say, remaining strong. There was something about him that always drew you in and made you weak in his presence, no matter what he had done. You needed to stay strong.

"Baby don't." Taehyung pleads.

"I'm not your baby! I only want my husband!" You yell, not feeling good. You try to breathe but your stomach feels weird, you feel like you might vomit.  You can see the anger on Taehyung's face pour through. He stands up, turning his back to you. "I don't want you!" You cry, your head feeling slightly dizzy. Taehyung whips himself around, tackling the chair you're in to the ground, making you hit your head on the floor. Taehyung raises his hand, smacking you across the face as his other hand wraps around your neck.

"You are mine! And only mine! You will never leave me again." He spits, climbing off you.

"Get her cleaned up, it's almost time for bed." He says to his men, adjusting his suit before walking away.

Wonho looks at you with an apologetic look as he lifts up your chair, untying you before picking you up and taking you to the bathroom.

"Quickly shower up. He wants you in his room." B.I tells you, closing the bathroom door.

You turn on the shower, but instead of getting in, you lean over the toilet, violently throwing up as tears fall down your face.

When you finished, you hopped in the shower quickly, washing your body while the tears never stopped. You wanted so badly for Kyungsoo to be on the other side of that door and not Taehyung. You didn't even want to look at him.

"I need clothes." You yell through the door, only having a towel wrapped around you.

"Come out baby, I have your clothes." You hear Taehyung sing through the door. Fuck you wanted to puke again just hearing his voice.

"Here my love." He says, handing you a t-shirt for you to change into, his eyes never leaving you. "Get in bed." He says, patting the spot next to him.

Reluctantly you get in, not wanting to anger him anymore.

He pulls you in close, the smell of his cologne making you feel nauseous all over again.

**

Over the next few weeks you endured what you could only describe as your own personal hell. Taehyung moved you probably about twenty times, each time getting more and more angry, talking about how they're too close. He wouldn't tell you who and got increasingly more angry when you asked. Whenever he tried to make a move on you, you denied him sex, telling him you weren't feeling well, which really wasn't a lie but then he would get angry and hit you. He tied you to the bed whenever he left, which was often, making sure you didn't leave him because he knew if he left you lose you'd do whatever it took to get out.

As the third week came to an end and began into the fourth week, you could feel something was different with your body, not to mention you had missed your period. You were terrified. It all made sense. The exhaustion, aversion to food, vomiting, being emotional, missed period. You knew what this was. You were pregnant. And the possibility that it was Kyungsoo's was only 50%.

**

It had been four long weeks without you.  Four weeks of searching for you constantly, alongside Kwon Chaeso who was searching for her husband.

Kyungsoo had called her back the night you went missing, taking her up on her offer of helping her take down Taehyung. He obviously hadn't been the husband he should have been, but had also been stealing from other groups, selling secrets, betraying everyone in order to get to the top and she wasn't here for it.

Every Time they had gotten close to Taehyung, he had somehow been alerted that they were near and took off, taking you to an entirely new location, leaving them to start their search over again. Frankly Kyungsoo was over it and pissed off.

"I've got her!" Chaeso yells from behind Kyungsoo. "A warehouse just south of the old gas station in Busan." She says.

"Let's go." Kyungsoo yells, his men and hers following behind him as he walks out the door.

**

Crouched behind some bushes, they wait for the perfect time to enter the building. "Kangin should be patrolling the door right about…. Now." Jongdae whispers, letting Minseok get his dart gun ready.

"You sure this is okay?" Minseok asks Yixing.

"Yeah.. it should just knock him out. I don't think it'll kill him." Yixing whispers back.

Kyungsoo didn't care. They could kill them all for all he cared. He just wanted you back.

"Now." Jondage says. Minseok aims and quietly fires, hitting Kangin in the neck, immediately dropping him to the ground.

"Move." Kyungsoo says, leading them all towards the door. "You half take the right, we'll take the left." Kyungsoo says, his group separating from Chaeso's, each of them searching for a particular person.

"If you have to kill anyone, do it, find Y/N." Kyungsoo demands. Everyone nods in agreeance. You're the most important thing.

Opening every door, Kyungsoo's heart drops a little each time. He wants to just have you in his arms. Where were you?

The last door he had opened, unfortunately for him had shown a man he used to call a brother. Kris apparently had come to the dark side after being exiled, but he didn't have time to deal with this.

Then he heard it. An ear piercing scream, followed by a loud slap. The men run towards the sound, desperate to get you away from him.

"Why can't you just love me!" Taehyung screams as he straddles your almost naked body.

He raises his hand again, when you finally cave and tell him. You didn't want to, you didn't want him to know but you couldn't risk it any longer.

"Stop! I think I'm pregnant. Please" you cry out, your face bloody.

"Get away from her!" Kyungsoo yells, cooking his gun and pointing it at Taehyung.

"You heard her. She's pregnant. With my baby." Taehyung cries, turning around to face Kyungsoo. "I win! She's mine now!" He laughs, his face red as tears roll down.

"It's not yours." You say.

Taehyung turns around to face you, his eyes wide and confused. "So what? It's his?" He spits, pointing at Kyungsoo. "This piece of shit who doesn't deserve you!? You're having his baby!?" He yells. "Not on my watch." He finishes, charging towards you.

"No!" Kyungsoo yells, running towards you.

Taehyung doesn't make it to you, he falls to the ground after a woman, you can only assume was his wife snuck up behind him, bashing him over the head with her gun, knocking him out cold. Kyungsoo fumbles with the rope, doing his best to quickly but gently untie you.

"I'm so sorry baby." He whispers, pulling you up to his chest. "I love you." He cries.

"I love you too, Soo." You smile through your tears. Finally you were safe.

**

Through the rest of the months of your pregnancy, neither of you had heard a thing from Taehyung or his wife. You honestly had assumed she killed him, you truly would not have been surprised. There was something about him that was off, it was like a switch had flipped and it made him crazy.

You and Kyungsoo had a daughter together, naming her Do Sunhee, and she was the most beautiful thing either of you had seen. You had told Kyungsoo that there was a possibility that it could have been Taehyung's baby, with how close everything was. Kyungsoo told you he knew in his heart that Sunhee was his, and that was that.

"Come on baby. It's been so long and Sunhee is sleeping peacefully in her room." Kyungsoo whines.

"I know babe, but she should be up by now to eat anyway, she's only 3 months. Just let me check on her. I'll be right back." You giggle, wiggling out of his grip.

You walk into your daughter's room, only to let out a blood curdling scream that made Kyungsoo and his men run to Sunhee's room.

"She's gone." You cry, picking up the note that was placed where your daughter should be.

'I won't let another man raise my daughter'

You sink to your knees, hysterically crying. Your daughter was in the hands of a monster, a monster named Kim Taehyung.

[chan-yolo]

Benevolence Part 10

You were on the run. They were chasing you down and you needed to live. You would do anything to stay alive. But does anything include falling in love? Getting captured by EXO gave you a new survival plan, but will that all go out the window when you meet someone who’s life means more to you than your own?

SURPRISE UPDATE

A/N Heyyyy... it’s been a minute, firstly i want to apologise for the long hiatus, sometimes you have to take a minute to sort yourself out, and i had lost my passion for writing. thank you to the people who have still been liking my fics and scenarios, and to the people that are actually still reading, you guy are all absolute gems. 

hopefully this part isn’t awful and I hope you like it!

also this isn’t edited, sorry 

p.s let me know if you’d like another Baekhyun POV xoxo

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, ANGST

Warning: sex trafficking mentions

Word Count: 2816

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | 

The second morning waking up next to Baekhyun was even better than the first. It wasn’t just better, it was entirely different. There was a shift in the dynamic between the two of you and it was instant. Baekhyun had seemed to, subconsciously in his slumber, decided to cross the barrier and was now holding you firmly to his chest, his head resting atop your own as his snored could be heard above you. His warm breaths fanning out across the top of your head. He was way warmer than you imagined he would be. Not like you imagined this at all… no certainly not.

Just like the morning previous, you couldn’t help but stare at him. he was peaceful. Shamelessly your eyes grazed his boyish features, not even feeling embarrassed when his eyes flickered over to meet your own. His gaze was tired, but happy. At least you thought so.

“Morning.” His voice was deep and laced with fatigue, but his smile was bright and ready for the day.

“Morning.” Your whisper was small, shy, but content. Baekhyun pulled you closer, if that was even possible. His nose rubbing against your head in affection as he inhaled deeply. One of his slender hands came to entangle in your hair, resting carefully within the strands as he cradled the back of your head. Tilting your head up to look at him, he gave you a smile, his eyes looking over your features, followed slowly by his soft lips. His kisses trailed delicately from your hairline to your forehead, leaving a loving peck on the tip of your nose, before caressing your cupids bow. Your eyes were shut in contentment. Never had you once experienced a morning quite like this one, and you were basking in every moment.

Finally his lips pressed to your own. Gently at first. Leaving a light kiss, his lips hovering over yours, not making any effort to move, but content where they were. After what felt like a decade, his lips encased your own. Moulding together in a slow kiss, both innocent and full of pining and feeling. Enough to knock the breath straight out of you. Baekhyun broke away, his slender fingers pushing the loose strands of hair away from your face, his eyes scanning over your own.

“Are you still okay with everything?” His voice was low and a whisper.

“Yeah, I mean it’s going to be weird. But I’m sure about it.” His hand moved to the back of your head, gently moving you closer to him so he could leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Good.” Another kiss was left, making you smile at the sentimentality of the situation.

“Wow, who knew you were this soft.” You giggled out.

“Yah!” Baekhyun pushed away from you. Untangling himself from you, Baekhyun rubbed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on princess, time for breakfast.”

Breakfast was full of lingering kisses, small stories and playful touches. It was new and it was unreal, especially for the type of people you were. But it was nice. Yet, reality came sooner than wanted, but wasn’t rejected as you had jobs to do. After a call from Chanyeol, the both of you set out to head back to the house. As you went to leave, Baekhyun grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back into him.

“Do we have to go back?” He whispered into your ear.

“What do you mean?” You tried to look over your shoulder at him, but he had hidden his face in your shoulder blade.

“Well we slept in, we had each other. As much as I love the guys, it was nice to not wake up to them.” He laughed into your skin. And even though you were cooing at his cuteness, you couldn’t help but bring him back to reality.

“But that’s not our life Baek, that’s not how it goes for us. Also you love them boys, so don’t act all cold.” You turned around, squeezing his shoulders.

“Sadly you’re right.” Leading you out the house, you made your way to the car, ready for the journey back to the house, yet not quite ready to go back to real life.

***

Back at EXO’s house, things were calm. It was quiet, yet not unsettling. You and Baekhyun walked in hand in hand. Everything felt strange to you, as if it shouldn’t be this way. But maybe it was time for you to have some good luck for once. Baekhyun was your something good, and you didn’t want to let go of him just yet.

The two of you were close as  you walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. Sharing soft touches and shy smiles. It was all blissful until you noticed Kyungsoo leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. His doe eyes glanced down at your entwined hands, before glancing back up to you, eyebrow raised.

“Suho wants to see the both of you.” Nodding you let go of Baekhyun’s hand, sighing and turning around to head towards Suho’s office. Walking into the room you’d come accustomed to seeing, you were met with all of EXO seated around the room. Though you didn’t fail to notice Sehun sitting in the chair nearest to the desk. Rolling your eyes at the boy, you stood side by side with Baekhyun, addressing the leader of the group. you gave a surprised head tilt, noticing his new letter box red hair.

“So, Baekhyun. Would you like to report back on what happened/” Leaning back, Junmyeon crossed his arms over his chest, only looking at the man next to you. Yet you were distracted by his hair.

“Well, hyung, we were on our way back here from running some errands, when y/n noticed some men following us around. We don’t know how long they were following us, but y/n identified them as Hyunsuk’s men.”

“Is this right?” Both men turned to you for your confirmation, but you just gave a slight nod, still puzzled by the change to the leader’s hair. The men discussed what this meant between them, but you just looked around you at the rest of the members to see if there were any other drastic changes to them, noticing Kai’s green hair and Chanyeol’s pink hair. Looking back at Junmyeon you noticed his stare was on you.

“Can I help you?” His eyebrow raised at you.

“Did you all have a girl’s night in and didn’t invite us?” You smirked at him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Your hair, its red.” You laughed. Suho rolled his eyes at you, looking down to his laptop.

“If that is all, kindly get out.” Nodding you followed Baekhyun out the room, the smirk still on your face.

Outside the office, you were ready to head in whatever direction Baekhyun was going in, planning on spending the day actually figuring out what he did within EXO. Though, before you could, Yixing came to a stop next to you, his hand lightly being placed on the crook of your elbow.

“Hey, y/n, mind coming with me? I haven’t checked your wounds in a while, after yesterday we should probably give them a look over.” His voice was kind, no sense of seeking anything else within his tone. With a shrug you agreed, smiling at Baekhyun as he gave your hand a squeeze, telling you he’d see you later, before toddling off to probably find Chanyeol.

Walking side by side with Yixing as he led you to his little infirmary, you noticed him shake his head.

“You know you shouldn’t poke Suho like that.” You turned to see the smile you could hear in his voice.

“Yeah, but it’s fun though isn’t it?” You smiled back at him, thanking the man as he held the door open for you, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.

“How you haven’t gotten in more trouble is beyond me.”

“What can I say? I’m a delight.” You smiled at Yixing’s giggle, letting him go about his examination, used to it by now.

“So… You and Baekhyun?” Yixing implies as he finishes re-wrapping your wound.

“we’re friends now, that’s all.” You look down, trying to pre occupy yourself with anything but Yixing’s stare on you.

“You can deny it all you want, but I see you…” He squints at you, making you laugh as you fix your clothes, waving him off.

“Goodbye Yixing” You call over your shoulder, heading towards the call of food.

In the kitchen you were greeted by Kyungsoo concentrating on the food he was cooking, mixing different ingredients in the pan, almost making you salivate at how good it smelt.

“I see you chose.” Kyungsoo’s monotone voice barely audible to your wandering thoughts of food.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Smiling at him you spooned a mouthful of his food into your mouth, giving a smug smile in response to his glare at your actions.

“If you want to keep it a secret, that’s up to you. But remember what you’ve chosen. If you trust him, he will trust you and if Baekhyun can trust you, we all will. Even Sehun. Just don’t run. Not anymore.” Swallowing your food, you nodded at him. Not so used to someone being so serious with you like this, you shrugged avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry, I plan on sticking around.” With that you left the kitchen, making your way to where you knew Baekhyun would be. The thought of seeing him put a smile on your face.

 ***

Making your way back down the corridor, you headed to the place you knew Baekhyun would be, his computer room. Knocking on the door you poked your head into the room, settling your eyes on his for. The room, as always, dark. The only light being the illumination from the screens in front of him.

“Hey” you smiled at him, walking to stand next to his chair. Swivelling around, he moved so you were positioned between his legs. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Hey stranger.” His smile held that cheekiness he always seemed to hold, but he looked happy, which made you smile just as wide.

“So Chanyeol asked about us.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “He told me I seemed different, that since coming back I’m glowing.” He laughed at the remark. “I told him what happened, he’s my best friend. I hope that’s okay?” he laid his head on your stomach, threading your fingers through his hair you massaged his scalp slowly.

“I didn’t expect anything else, I don’t mind at all, if I had a best friend I’d probably be doing the same.” Baekhyun kissed your stomach in reply, his fingertips tickling the skin underneath your shirt.

“Yixing asked me the same questions, as did Kyungsoo. I didn’t say anything definite; I didn’t know if I should yet.” Baekhyun wheeled himself back and looked at you, taking your hands in his, he nodded.

“In time we can tell them all. I want to trust you, but right now it’s so hard to…”

“I know, and that’s my fault. But I promise I won’t break it. I’m willing to give you my trust, if you give me yours too” Bending down, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, sealing the promise.

 ***

 *three hours later*

 After sitting in your room, staring at the wall for three hours, you decided it was time. You had to be truthful, if only if it was for Baekhyun.

Letting out a sigh, you knocked on the door to Suho’s office, nerves surging throughout your body.

“Come in.” Pushing open the door, you made your way to the front of his desk, staring at all the files laying across it.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Junmyeon sat back, his arms folding across his chest.

“I’m ready to tell you.” You looked him dead in the eyes, trying to convey confidence, sitting up in his chair, Junmyeon looked at you in disbelief.  “But… Baekhyun has to be there, and Yixing… and maybe Kyungsoo also. He kind of calms me down… it’s weird.”

“How about you tell us all?” Your confidence wavered, not sure that was something you could do, especially with one person in the room.

“Sehun…”

“Won’t say a word, I can promise you.” You nod at him. You didn’t think much of this man, but if Baekhyun can trust him, you can try to also. “Alright miss y/l/n, take a seat, I’ll call them in.

 ***

 You didn’t sit. You stood in front of them all. Actually more like paced as they all just stared at you, waiting for you to explain why they were called there.

“Oh come on.” Sehun rolled his eyes.

“Sehun.” Suho gave him a pointed look, making the man shrink in his chair.

“You don’t have to tell us right now flower.” Yixing’s voice was understanding, you looked at him thankfully, knowing that he was someone you could fully trust, and with him and Baekhyun in the room made the situation a lot easier.

“No, I have to. I want to. You all need to know; you need the truth.” You looked at Baekhyun, his reassuring smile making the nerves dissipate instantly.

“Okay, so we all know Hyunsuk was selling things, all kinds of things. That also included people, which again you already know. Hyunsuk sold girls, sometimes boys, depending on the demand. Some were sold for fun, others for trade. Some didn’t even make it out of that house alive.” Closing your eyes, you suppressed the memories that threatened to bubble up.

“And how do you know this?” Suho questioned, his voice laced with curiousness and intrigue. Looking over at Baekhyun, you blocked out the other men in the room, directing your story at him.

When I left my parents, it wasn’t because I went off the rails. My brother, he was going to be taken. They sold him. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let that happen. So I went instead. I was old to Hyunsuk. But, instead of selling me on to someone else, he kept me. He kept me for…” your throat dried up, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

 “Y/n… Baekhyun’s voice was soft, he only wanted to protect you, you could feel that.

“No Baek, I have to tell you. The girls that stayed were used for whatever he wanted, and that was anything, sometimes we were shared.” You were looking at the floor now, feeling sick to your stomach.”

“The documents you have.” You looked over to the crisp pieces of paper laying across the desk. “The ones about the people owned, it’s the information on anyone they’ve ever sold. People and families they made deals with. It has what they were bought for.” You reached to the back of your jeans, reaching for the document you had taken unknowingly from them.

“This was in there to… if you want to know anything about me and my purpose there, here it is.” Throwing the document down on the desk, done with hiding.  Looking each one of the men I  the face, you found the confidence to carry on.

“As you have probably gathered, this is human trafficking, which is illegal. But above that this is murder. All you would need to do is find him, turn him in and his gang, though I understand it’s not that simple.”

“Thank you y/n, this has really helped us.” Suho exclaimed as his leafed through your file. Nodding, your body slumped, releasing the tension you’ve been holding in.

“Y/n?” Suho looked up at you, his eyes solely on your own. “It says here you have no family.”

“well, I never got to save my family, my brother, he didn’t make it.” You choked, the memories of the only person you ever loved being snatched away from you filling your mind.  Hyunsuk doesn’t keep his promise.” Your voice had turned dark, cold.

“I’m so sorry.” Yixing spoke up in the quiet room. Wiping the stray tear from your eye, you tried to compose yourself.

“What’s dome is done. Now can I leave? I’d like to sleep.” Suho gave you a nod, not even looking at the rest  you were gone, the sob being stuck in your throat.

Reaching your room, you swung open your door, sliding down the wall next to it, your cries finally coming through. What you didn’t know was that as soon as you had left, Baekhyun had followed. Rushing through the door, he took you into his arms, keeping you close to him, as your cries could be heard throughout the house.

“it’s going to be okay y/n, I’m so proud of you, your so brave.” Baekhyun comforted you, staying beside you as you let out everything you had been keeping inside.

[marshmallow-phd]

Stolen Stitches

Part of the EXO Mafia Universe

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

A/N: So, technically, this came in after requests were already closed, but you hit me in the sweet spot with the mafia au and then this was the only Kyungoo request sent in. I’ve been really missing him lately so this was kind of what I needed. 

Warning: Mentions of blood, shooting, and medical stitching

**

Tap, tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap-Tap-Tap. Tap.

“I’m in,” Kyungsoo announced from the back seat. His heavily armored laptop balanced on his knees while four little squares cut up his screen, flickering as the cameras were hooked up to an older system. It was still good enough to give him eyes in that room.

“Good,” Junmyeon nodded, fingers on the door handle, ready to exit the vehicle. “Chanyeol, Sehun, Xiumin, and Chen with me. Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, stay here as back up. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”

“Home to the wife?” Baekhyun teased cheekily. “Worried about her spending too much time alone with Jongin?” His implication more than apparent and Kyungsoo smacked Baekhyun on the back of the head. It hardly discouraged the con-man, making him laugh harder.

As annoying as he was, there was no harm in it. They all cared about Junmyeon’s wife, having grown attached to her when she was locked up in the penthouse for her own safety. But that was too long a story to regurgitate now.

The members Junmyeon had indicated got out of the SUV with him and headed inside the warehouse. As stoic and neutral Kyungsoo tried to keep his expression, in his chest his heart was pounding. These situations were always high stress no matter how many times he went through them.

It was supposed to be a simple negotiation. Here’s the money, here’s the guns, and everyone walks away. But people get greedy. People try to cheat. Junmyeon tried to remain honest; he tried to stick to whatever was agreed upon with no underhanded swaps. He said it made him feel less guilty about still being in this life.

“How’s it going in there?” Baekhyun asked as he played with a deck of cards, feet hanging over the seat in front of him.

“Boring,” Kyungsoo said. As far as he could tell, everything was going alright. His eyes flickered between the four screens, carefully searching for any possible sabotage or betrayal.

Baekhyun blew air out from between his lips. “That’s how it is most days.”

Kyungsoo only smirked. He preferred it this way. Less messy, less complicated. Granted, he was usually the one waiting in the car or the other room, staring at computer monitors while the action happened somewhere else.

One of the men of the opposing gang moved his hand to his back. That couldn’t be good.

“Baekhyun, get ready,” Kyungsoo warned.

Not needing to be told twice, Baekhyun scrambled to the front seat. Sure enough, the other side started pulling out their guns while Junmyeon and the members hurried to find a safe place for cover.

“Now!”

Baekhyun threw the car in drive, the tires squealing as they struggled to find friction at the high speed. The aluminum sheet that covered the garage door broke apart easily as Beakhyun rammed through it. Tossing his laptop to the side, Kyungsoo pulled his pistol out from the holster under his arm and jumped out of the SUV. He planted his back against the vehicle, peeking around the corner and barely dodging a bullet aimed for his head.

From behind wooden crates, the others took their chances one by one moving to behind the car, half crouched down as they ran to join Kyungsoo.

“What did you do?” Kyungsoo asked with a straight face to his leader.

Junmyeon scoffed, “What did I do? I was following the agreement.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, sighing. He just hoped they all came out of this alive.

Leaning around the tail light, he took aim and fired off a few shots, hitting one of the men in the chest. Another one, however, was able to slice a bullet on the surface of Kyungsoo’s arm. He let out a hiss and turned away from the action, careful not to let anyone notice he was injured.

It was only a few minutes more before the conflict was over. All the men of the betraying gang were dead and there were few wounds on their own side. Chanyeol took a bullet to the shoulder and Jongdae had gotten into a fist fight with someone, a nasty gash bleeding over his left eye. Clearly they needed more attention than Kyungsoo did. Sneakily, he pulled his black jacket out from the last row of seats in the SUV and pulled it on, hoping that would be enough to cover it for now.

“At least we get both the guns and the money now,” Sehun joked.

Junmyeon shook his head as he pulled his phone from his chest pocket. He pressed one number and put it to his ear. “Jongin?” he said into the speaker. “She is? Good. Let’s try to keep it that way. This didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. I don’t want to worry her.” He hung up the phone and sighed with relief.

“She’s asleep?” Jongdae guessed. He received a nod in reply. They all climbed into the now bullet-ridden car and drove off.

Most of the lights of the penthouse were off when they arrived. Yixing was waiting in the living room, his supplies already out and ready on the coffee table to take care of his much needed patients. Leaning against the back of the couch with his forearms, Jonging looked up when he saw the rest of them coming in, a finger to his lips to remind them to be quiet.

“Who do I need to stitch up first?” Yixing asked as he stood up.

“Probably Chanyeol,” Junmyeon replied. Sehun helped the giant shuffle over to the couch and sit down so Yixing could do his work.

Jongin playfully nudged their leader’s arm. “Going to go see her?”

“No,” Junmyeon said. “I don’t want to wake her. At least not until you all are gone. If I can, I want to keep up the delusion that this all went smoothly for as long as possible.”

“She’s going to find out anyway,” Kyungsoo mumbled.

“And when she does, she’ll be pissed that you kept it from her,” Baekhyun finished. He was obviously holding back a laugh just imagining that scenario.

Junmyeon nodded. “I’ll take that.”

Seeing his chance, Kyungsoo slowly backed away and out of the living room, quietly as possible heading for the front door.

“Not wanting to wait in line?”

Kyungsoo closed his eyes, knowing he’d been caught. Glancing over his shoulder, he still feigned ignorance. “In line for what?”

Jongin pointed at his right hand that hung down on his side. “That doesn’t look too bad. I’m sure Yixing could have that stitched up in no time.”

Kyungsoo cursed internally when he saw the smallest amount of blood dripping down his fingers. “It’s fine,” he insisted. “Yixing has more important things to worry about. I’m just going to go sleep.”

“Uh-huh.” Jongin clicked his tongue, pressing his shoulder up against the wall as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “But… where exactly do you plan on sleeping tonight?”

“None of your business.”

“Did I touch a ner-”

Kyungsoo was out the door and to the elevator before he could be teased some more. The last thing he needed was for the others – especially Baekhyun or Chanyeol – to find out his little secret.

**

It had been a long day. Too long.

It still wasn’t an easy transition, going from sitting in a classroom all day to standing on your feet, putting what you’d learned into practice. You’d only been on the floor for about a month and you were already dead tired to the point that your keys fell out of your hands on your way inside to your apartment – twice.

All you wanted as you closed the door behind you was to sip on a relaxing cup of tea while sitting on your couch in your comfortable clothes. Not that scrubs weren’t comfortable, but there was something nice about stripping away the material that covered you all day at work in favor of the less glamorous, less uniformed shorts and t-shirt.

You were well on your way to this moment of peace. Standing in your kitchen with thick socks on your feet so they didn’t get cold from the tile, you poured the steaming hot water in the mug holding your favorite nighttime tea. It was nice to be alone after twelve hours of being around other human beings. The quiet was-

Knock, knock, knock.

You looked at the direction the noise came from. Who could that be?

Putting the kettle down, you shuffled slowly over to the door and squinted through the peephole. You scoffed to yourself and opened the door.

“Really? You again?”

“Hello to you, too,” Kyungsoo greeted dryly.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “How bad is it this time?”

He held up a blood-streaked hand. “No worse than the others. Definitely nowhere near the first time.”

The sigh that left your lips was a reluctant one, but your own bleeding heart couldn’t let you shut the door on him. Motioning with your head, you invited him in.

Due to the fact that he had been in your apartment way too many times for your liking, he knew immediately to go to your couch, taking off his coat and using it as a cover so no blood would stain the fabric. If it did, you were an expert at getting it out.

Supplies in hand, you sat down cross-legged next to him. The right sleeve of his button down was torn, edged with dark, dried blood. You took a pair of scissors and cut away the sleeve. “I swear. I help you out one time and suddenly I’m your personal nursemaid.”

“You don’t ask questions,” he said, flinching when you started to clean the wound. At least it wasn’t bleeding still.

“That’s because I like living.”

He frowned deeper than what was typically on his face. “We don’t do that.”

“You might not,” you agreed as you thread the needle. This was definitely going to hurt. Why were you doing this again? “But what about the other guys? If anyone finds out I’m helping the head hacker of Suho’s gang, then I’m sure others would come knocking at my door. And I doubt they’d be asking for a stitch job themselves.”

Kyungsoo put a hand over yours, stopping you before you could pierce his skin. “No one will find out about you.”

There was a sincerity in his eyes, a kindness that you weren’t used to. While he never forced you to take care of him – really, it was the opposite in your first meeting – he wasn’t exactly a five-star patient. Once in a blue moon, though, his wall would flicker out of existence and give you a glance of the human inside. Sometimes you wondered if there was more behind the glances, but you were too scared to find out.

Sighing, he dropped his hand and looked away. A sharp hiss sucked in through his teeth when the needle point pushed through the skin in his arm, but he didn’t pull away. “The worrisome part is how much you know about me.”

“That is no one’s fault but your own,” you chuckled. When he left after your first treatment of him – a knife wound to the bottom left of his torso – you didn’t think you would ever see him again. That he would fade into the night like Batman.

You were wrong, by no one’s surprise but your own. It was the second time you met that you learned who he was. He only had a few cuts and bruise from what looked like a fist fight when he showed up at your doorstep. And that’s when you compromised: he told you the truth and you would help him whenever he needed it. You were certain by now that you’d drawn the short end of the stick.

At first, you saw him maybe once a month, if that. Even after learning that you were only a student at that time, he still showed up, frequency growing. Lately…. Well, this was the second time this week alone.

“Do you do this on purpose?” you asked suddenly.

He looked at you with that blank expression. “Do what?”

You smirked. “Get hurt like this just so I have to patch you up?”

To your astonishment, he returned with a smirk of his own. “Perhaps.”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks as you cleared your throat and gathered up your supplies. You started to stand up, but Kyungsoo caught your arm and gently pulled you back down. He wasted no words, simply placing his hand against your cheek and leaning in for the kiss.

His lips were soft, hesitant. There was no eagerness or insistence of going deeper, further. Only relishing in the moment, the feeling. He was warm. The opposite of his distant personality. Before, you would have argued to the moon and back that you had no such feelings for him and that you would be better off if he never came around again. But now after this… you knew each point would have been a bold faced lie.

When he pulled away, breaking the kiss, you sat there for a moment, eyes still closed. Opening them again, you found him genuinely smiling at you.

“I thought you might push me away,” he said shyly.

“I would have thought so, too,” you agreed. In slow movements, you put your hand over his that still cradled your cheek and removed it from your face, but still clutched his fingers, afraid he might leave.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For the kiss or stitches?”

He laughed just a little. “Both.”

So that’s what was behind the glances. Your question from earlier was answered. Heart pounding in your chest, you agonized over what this meant. You knew there was no turning around. If you pushed him away now, you were sure he’d never show up again. And then all you would be worrying about was whether or not he was okay until you tracked him down. You knew yourself too well to even consider the other option.

“I can’t believe I’m about to ask this, but….” You stopped, biting down on your bottom lip.

“But what?” he teased.

Bravely meeting his eyes, you boldly asked, “Will you stay tonight? The whole night?”

His eyes shined as he nodded and then leaned in for a second kiss.