#gayness

[unholywriters]

Bright Looks, Dark Mind

╰┈➤ Summary: He could never hurt a fly, choi San, the one who was always there when you needed him and would always find time to make sure you felt included or safe whenever he wasn't around, but he can't possible be a killer in the mafia right? Let alone the Heir to one?

╰┈➤ Pairings: Mafia San x Male Reader

╰┈➤Genre: Smut, Non-Idol Au, Mafia Au

╰┈➤ Trope info: San always knew what his life was going to, and tried not to get into outside of his circle out of protection but he couldn't help it when it came to you, but of course nothing goes plan.

╰┈➤ WC: 18.6k

╰┈➤ Networks: @cromernet @illusionnet @othersideoutlawsnetwork

╰┈➤Warnings: MDNI

╰┈➤ Ratings: 18+

╰┈➤ Taglist: @sweetinsaniiity

New World university, a place that was tricky to enter because of the long and complicated standards coming from the higher ups in the school. Your Grades not only had to be on top, but your attitude had to be clean, if you were going to be hasty you can't let it show, if you were going to be known as an enemy you had to plan things out perfectly with little of any fails. One wrong move could cost you everything. The pressure from the teachers was tense, even the best teachers had some of the hardest courses, leaving you to take notes on what was you to decide what was important to remember and what wasn't worth remembering. Another reason the books were free and if you bought one that was new, you got to keep it and do as you pleased with it, as long as you got to pass the class is all that matters.

There was one student here who seemed to never falter under the stress unlike most kids who got into here because of their parents. Choi San, known to be the top student in his classes and gym activities, offering study groups for those who were too worried to fail, but never letting them just copy his notes without fully understanding since he also made his notes impossible to fully cheat off of. He was kind, but knew what strings to pull so everyone would either listen, or leave him alone if he so wished to. His uniform always seemed brand new, not a single wrinkle or speck of dust. The cufflinks always shinning and looking polished with his pants never looking a mess, each step ringing felt like a bell for the other students to either flock around him, asking for tips and if he was busy, or if they should move out of the way and allow him to keep walking. Especially if he was in a hurry and needed to get somewhere.

His smile always either always attracted people, or made them look away. it always depended on his eyes, if they felt soft and welcoming, or if they were full of hostile, something rarely anyone ever got unless they truly were crossing a boundary, or they were involved with him outside of school. After all this was his also year, the stresses weren't as ever since he knew he was on track to graduate and would inherit things from his father as promised, given his grades and the appearance he kept up in school and could handle his father's business with little trouble despite how much time he would spend reading books and practicing other things. But today was different for him. It was a weekend, and he got asked about showing a new student around without the pressure of the other students. Which was something he agreed to, knowing the other kids could make someone's new day a problem, but it is strange to him.

They were coming at the last semester, where things get more busy between classes, test, and group activities would get more stressful to prepare for another end of the year celebration, especially for those who were graduation so it would be something they would truly enjoy and remember for years to come. Could have not have waited till next year? Or were they a transfer student? He didn't know that he arrived to the office. Slowly opening the doors to see the headmaster standing in front of a male, in the male uniform, his pack back with his scheduled in his hands, locking eyes with san as he walked in, letting the doors close behind him as he bowed softly. Standing up to show his friendly smile while walking closer.

“There he is, San this is y/n. A transfer student who did so well at their last school they were sent here to finish out the year. Can you help them find their classes and catch up on most of the lessons? I know there isn't any projects going on since those would take too long to grade.” “Why of course, it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

The two bowed to each other, San standing up and being the guide and being as friendly as he usually is with the other students. Depending on the students and how they are. The lockers were something barely anyone used, and he didn't to waste their time.

“No one uses their lockers here either?”

“Depends if they have dance classes and such, since that would be a lot to carry around, is there any classes you would need this for? Though the dance class is more full and it would be hard to keep up. They take these last three months too seriously and have no room for error. Not to mention the classes have a lot of work stacked up just to make sure you can attend the graduation. They take it very serious. May I see your classes?”

Looking at the classes, San was a bit surprised to see all the classes. Even the music class, but decided not to ponder on it too much, knowing that it would give off the wrong impression for when school actually starts.

San spent most of the day waking through the halls and answering questions, his friendly smile never faltering as he kept walking, now having to go upstairs to another part of the building to the literature wing. Where the library also was and took up most of the hall since the books here were a lot to take in. Some being years old and there in attempts to keep them from fading away into nothing, more books or kids to feel more at ease and those in other languages so the kids can better their practice's and get things done at the rate they're wanting. Along with a small place to sit with drinks and rest some.

“The library is everyone's favorite place to come because of the coffee spot inside, everything is free of course. There are just some books you are only allowed to look at since they are old and crumble.”

Turning around, thinking y/n was still behind him, he was shocked to see that were looking inside of the classes. The large stair style of seats leading up and around to the center of the room. The rooms always looked bland, but inside it was always filled with tension some must keep under to keep focused on their glasses.

Shows always made places like this seem terrifying, especially for those who are new and don’t come for wealthy families. Often getting dragged into things they didn’t want to. But of course it was more than that, but y/n was determined. They got here from hard work, not doubting themselves and ready to crumble at the sigh of someone wealth just to bring them down.

“You know, some teachers are supposed to leave their classes locked on the weekend since some kids try to cheat in these classes. Surprised this one was open, I wonder if someone is here and hiding.”

Looking at the doorway, there was San leaning against the opened doorframe, his hands slowly seeping int his pockets with a curious look on his face as he looked around the room to see if anyone was there, the desk would show someone hiding since they have room for you to move your legs and set things under. Sometimes their bags sounding like bombs hitting the floor while they sat in the chairs and started to take notes of things for the day.

“It was just opened. I only saw rooms like these from movies and shows where the poor kid is out of place, but proven to have their spot here. Never thought I’d get the chance to be here myself.”

They admitted, looking at the large white board with a projector being close, but it was off to let the dim lights from the outside windows shine bright inside. It was a cloudy day so things felt more grey, but it felt more relaxed in the empty room. The shelves around the desk having books that seemed to never leave after years, only being pulled as props to use for things. Some of these books even had note markers sticking out against the hard rich wood. The tiles allowing more echoes to be heard with each footsteps, the two of them being alone in a large room. This gave San time to study them more before asking questions. The way they walked, talked, carried themselves with all the things in their hands and shoulders. He wanted to see if they were easy to crack with the pressure here. Would they truly make it out of here? Would they truly make it even a week in a place where you will always be in the light regardless of how quiet you are?

It was something that made him curious, but asking too many questions gets boring. Wanting to find out things from clues and see if he should add you to his social circle. A place where many people try to get into but almost never get in, the last person got in because they were always close with someone else who came to the school, but San wanted to make sure it would be a smart Idea to add them and not just to do as a favor. It was rare someone ever got that from him, let alone just because and if he felt like he was in a truly good mood despite this place feeling like t was crushing your sound each day you walked inside.

“Poor kid coming in the ranks of the Rich kids? Don’t those always ended up with the new kid being paired with the boy everyone is fawning over?”

He teased, watching y/n turn around and begun scanning his face once again but it was hard to. It was like they had practice how to make their face hard to read without giving it away that you were staring and trying to look, something San never wanted people to see because it would make them change. He wanted to see people in their raw colors.

It would be easier to make them crumble an even stumble on their words, he always enjoyed watching people squirm under him while he had a smile on his face the entire time. Those who saw the darkness in the smile would leave and try to keep their distance from him, but those who were still oblivious to his actions would never believe someone until it happened to them, being too late and their social status among the school would be ruined, nearly impossible to get back since San knew how to make you show how foolish you are while he stood in the back, his arms in his pocket and his innocent smiling hiding with the look in his closed eyes. With the dark expression only showing once he stopped smiling and just stared at you. He wondered, would he have to do so with you? It would be easy since no one would stand up for you if given the hard choice to. Those who would, would get cast out from the others with only you and whoever there to support you, depending on how fast you climb these deadly ladders.

“They do, it annoys me sometimes. They made you feel sorry for the poor kid despite their hard work. Why make the new kid go after someone who clearly has more control over the school and risk yourself? It’s a shark tank in places like these. And I have a feeling you’re hungry looking for food.”

The comeback made San show his curiosity, his eyebrow raised high and his mouth slightly curved into a smirk while Y/n got closer, walking past him and back into the hallway, taking in his new surroundings like the read the numbers of each class, not caring if San was trailing behind him. He wanted to come and do this alone, just to plan out places he would go into his classes. Each classroom was a battlefield, the front of the class was more for the note takers, those who were ready to answer things head on without fear, the back was for those who didn’t really want to pay attention but they were also under more watch, depending on where you sit in the middle, you are always pulled into something, and where the gaze of the teacher lands on the most. Sometimes feeling like you’re in the class's front sometimes. If you aren’t careful where you sit, things could either go well in your hand, or it could go against.

Depending on the subject, it can either be a safe place or another place where lies are thrown around in order to throw someone off just to get through the day and act like nothing else is wrong.

“Your last class is down here, extra classes are always last as a reliever.”

“That sounds like something you’d tell anyone to see if they would trust you or try to cling to you as a shield if they shared the same classes with you so you have something to do. Headmaster Lee was very vocal about his views of you and how sad he will be when you graduate because it has now raised his standards for the next person.”

Each word was planned carefully before being told out loud, this was just an introduction to the battlefield of the new school. Trusting someone so soon, giving in because of how they looked was a death wish and you would be left to dry in the sun till you were dried up with nothing left. 2 months doesn’t feel so fast during the day where it feels like there is no end to it. Mainly if the place feels like it’s doing nothing but taking your soul and leaving you with nothing with a smile on its face while you struggle to reach the light you had clung to.

San had a smirk on his face, locking eyes with y/n before they descended the stairs, walking through a large corridor, each side having floor and ceiling lengths windows to show the gardens and outside places to sit and eat. These places were for show, a place where you would be watched and judge for the things you did in such open spaces where people could see you and judging you from the inside, knowing you couldn’t hear what they were saying unless they wanted to. These places were a no-go, people would pester you about why were you there and wanted to know what you were hiding, but if they couldn’t find you, there was no point on starting a rumor because it could always be proven false and that would damage your reputation, losing those some had tried to hard to get close to only to sit there and prove themselves.

“Took notes from the shows and movies you watched I see. Wish some kids here took those shows into thought but it’s hard to do that when your worried about others things.”

“If you don’t live up to the part, your shark food. I have better things to do then play someone's game just because their bored with nothing better to do.”

Keeping their head up high, San walked past them to show them the music room, it was large as well. A place for someone to sing alone in booths, checking their pages, notes and such, somewhere for the choir to sing and those to practice and play their instruments for their own reasons. The walls were more lively with some lights and beanbags to help this place feel more relaxed, almost like they were trying to lure you in like a siren does before taking a bite. It was fitting since the choir here was named New World: Sirens. They would lure you in with their voices, movements, everything they could think of before tearing you apart and enjoying it like nothing else would happen to them. They were undefeated, and untouchable after all. No need to pull anything considered drastic, they had each other back and there was nothing anyone else could do. Even if they wanted to or if they weren’t considered being careful enough with their words and actions. But this was the main place San had control over, knowing if he wanted to sing to someone they would melt with such ease it would be like pouring water into a puddle, watching it expand and each ripple showing someone’s bright dreams becoming nothing more than a shell under his hands. And he wanted to see if they could live, after all they were already swimming so easily.

San watched as Y/n walked around the room, looking at each setup, everything was perfect. To the stands to the way some pencils were left with no dust or scratches on anything. The floor being cleaned enough to show your reflection and shine with the lights, the windows and doors being clean enough to see both inside and outside but the sound proofing making it hard for anyone to hear. The only doors that you couldn’t see through were the private booths for you to sit in and focus. But that doesn’t make them a place of interest. But, this was a place San held dear, he would make sure it was respected.

“I’m stepping into a landmine. This is your place, you got too excited walking do the door instead of telling me where to go.”

Turning around, the two locked eyes but San was more-so standing behind y/n, just waiting for them to turn around just so they could stare at each other while he leaned in closer, his head titling to the side like a curious cat who wanted to know what you would say or do in this situation but also kept his face confusing to read.

“No, this is our personal field, if we’re going off of the things you’ve said. But I like to call it a dance floor, we’ll dance till graduation, if I see you there.”

“Thanks for the doubts, that just makes it more to tango with you along with everyone else, clearly.”

San had led you back to the main entrance, the headmaster waiting so he could do the rest of his things with San there to help in case he had forgotten anything so far, thought it was highly unlikely. San lasses given your stance on most things, figured you could handle the new work and get things done and catch up. After all where is the fun if your given an advantage already?

Each quick step was like a snap of a finger. The seats were filling up quickly with students as they pulled out their notebooks for the first class of the day, math. San had made the choice of sitting next to you, his bag being heavy with his notebooks as he looked at your setup. Small and thin sticky notes that seemed to be labeled, the last pages seemed to be filled and nearly confusing, But you knew where everything was and that was all that mattered. Your pens were used for each class, Any form of blue was used for this class. San was scanning everything while being careful, knowing he shouldn’t speak as the professor walked in. Very little greetings since this class was always filled with information and missing it was fatal in any sense. The desk felt cold but soon it was be a test of listening carefully and if you could write fast enough, leaving things in while also asking questions.

“Where is the new student, I need to know if they need more notes before catching up?”

Opening the attendance book, the professor was scanning the class before seeing y/n raise his hands while already having writing things in the notebook, sitting somewhat in the front with san being next to him, His face content while everyone's else was now on the professor, some quickly gazing over to y/n just to see who the new kid was and if they should bother to ask, but with how fast the teacher was typing and getting ready to have the lessons taught, there was no time. If you wanted to talk, you were on your own for anything related to the class since people could always hear something different and needed time to let the information sink in before anything else.

“I’m caught up in this theory, if you want proof I have most of my old notes to scan to make sure and if anything is missing, I’d like to know.”

Ignoring all the stares, holding the book and walking down the steps to hand the professor his notebook, she was already holding her hand out before looking at the past notes, her eyes scanning each page that was flipped and filled with clean notes and marked. But what surprised everyone was when she was done and her gaze was looking at san, known to be her smartest student and was quick to have things solved like these were the easiest questions to solve.

“He’s a little ahead of you and given the grades at his last school, he’s tied with you, san. Back to your seat, you can talk about this outside of my classroom.”

Sitting back down, y/n gave a quick look seeing the curious look on his face with his trusted pen in his hands. A smirk nearly showing while he was curious before the lecture began, the professor writing and talking fast. One hand flipping pages in the textbook she was going off of with the questions while the other was writing on the whiteboard, explaining things before turning around with her finger pointed to someone in the class, this being how she would make kids answer questions and if they weren’t quick enough, they would feel the stares and pressure from others about being more careful next time for her. After all this was now the end of the year, things were only going to get more stressful before they got better. She would save san for last, but she wanted to see how y/n would answer the questions and how quickly. Every question was a test, each reaction being the answer.

“Y/N, does x equal a while number or a decimal, and if a decimal how many far back?”

“Decimal, 5.76824, rounding would make it 5.8 or would make it 6 if you didn’t want the decimal in the answers spot, professor.”

His head never leaving his notepad unless he heard his name, his hand moving quickly like he was cutting something and making sure nothing was wrong while trying to solve the question before getting called on, Knowing if he fell behind he would be ruined before the end of the day even got close, let alone lunch if San would continue to be a constant presence. Each word was like showing just how fast you will go, some would have two notebooks just so they could have one that's messy, with some points to get the messages across and then go back in their second one to make things look more organized and easier to read, since most of these test will always be no-note, unless the teacher wants to see who will do so, but it was almost always a test to see who was unsure of their answers, to see who will get more information from other students in order to get the answers they were searching for.

The professor knew this was going to be an interesting class, two smart students sitting next to each other, it wasn't a peace offering it was a tactic to see what they could learn from each other. Taking a piece from the other but making sure no one could figure that out. As long as the teacher didn't see a distraction it was fair game, get the work done, turn in the work at the end of the time and get ready for something more compact and makes you question more and more. It was a battle between the pair, each of them answering clearly but quickly and making sure they never stuttered. That would create an opening for teasing and the teacher wanting to make sure that you trusted your answer before choosing someone else, losing your advantage on the playfield.

What was worse was the class length, it was nearly 2 hours of pressure and nonstop writing with more notes flying around before the professor let out a loud clap. It made everyone look up and stop writing, some set down things and this must mean that it's time to stop. To relax some before the next class, maybe looking through notes and having conversations that seemed playful but were also holding more meaning, but making it hard for anyone else to try to listening without getting caught. If you were going to be interested, you had to play the cards right, whispers flew around the room, no one really getting ready but there thing different from the room.

Looking over, San was still staring, but it was more so like he was waiting for you to look in his direction, his eyes were hiding a message no one else could truly know. Was he curious about you? Did he want to throw more test your way just to make things more difficult? No, it would be pointless given the classes and his own life. He has things to collect from people, people to hunt down to get answers from and overall things to organize and show he can handle things himself. After all, he was born and raised in a life like this, how could he not have things figured out on his own with little help. Making sure he owed no one in the end and he had his debts and what not handled before anyone could hear about it and try to use it against him. Which was never a smart Idea, but he always seemed to enjoy it when to came to people, but that was always a question and saved for later.

There was no needs for words to be spoken, the two were just looking at each other, ignoring all the others before trying to come up with what words to say. Like starting a new game of chess. Debating on which piece to move first and how will one of each other try to figure this out for themselves.

“It's a shame you came in the last three months to graduate.”

He started, no one was truly listening, those who would, would've given it away that they were listening in on the conversation, it would then have to be switched around in order to keep people away. But what made San more curious was a slight smirk on his face, why were you smirking at him? Was he missing something more? But what could It be? It was hard to get san to miss anything unless it was true, someone slipped past him and he was just now realizing it.

“Telling you now would be a giveaway. And that would make things more complicated, hyung.”

After getting things packed away just before the bell had rang, Y/n slowly stood up from the chair. Fixing his dark red uniform since it had wrinkled some when sitting down and left the room. Leaving san there in a daze but also with a mission, it was clear you knew something he didn’t know. And that was something most teachers didn’t even have against him, so how was it possible that you had something on him? What did you know about yourself that he didn’t know?

It was pointless to ponder; he had classes to attend, battles to win and more pieces to move around in order to corner people and enjoy watching them squirm from under him. And clearly, he had to put more thoughts into you. Gathering his things and standing, he was quick to walk out and leave to his next class, knowing that you were going to the next one but the question is where would you sit? You were new, right? They always made new students sit close to the front, making sure you move quickly and without fail. But of course he couldn’t be too obvious, people would see that and slip in through his cracks, pulling at certain things and enjoying finally making the most terrifying person crumble. Something he would never let you see within the walls of the school. Then again, no one would ever get this chance and there was no room for you to get inside.

Walking to his next class, scanning the room to see you sitting right next to his seat yet again. His seat wasn’t in the front, it was in the back since this was a class he hated to answer in. Science was always more confusing, but he knew he was passing it simply because he took in all the notes he could, this was the class where kids would have extra notebooks just to make extra notes in more of a neater way, along with the library, making sure he got the right lesson and basically wrote things to make more notes and notecards just to quiz himself. But he was more glad he was about to be done with this class and not have to worry about it anymore. But he knew for appearance, he had to keep it up just to get through the classes. Walking to the lab table slowly, staring at you with question piling in his head, but it was pointless to ask now. What answers would he get?

In a place like this, ears were everywhere, wanting to pick up every little piece and make sure no stone was left unturned for this. Sitting down in his chair, he wanted to sigh, but he knew this class was full of seniors and it was more relaxed since everyone was already stressed as is, the last time this class went full on to make sure seniors could party the results were alarming and were damaging the school's reputation. So for those close to fully leaving, this was more known as a relaxation period. Which was surprising to y/n, a class like this for them? But there was no time to be asking questions no time to give in to something else but a time to prepare, next was history. And that class always focused on the darker side of history that some schools can't teach because of how graphic it can be. Which is why they also rarely have any projects since it would require research that would gain questions from parents and more peers outside, can't have that with a school like this. The funding would be cut, teachers would be less and the quality would disappear, something no one wanted to happen and would make sure nothing else would.

“I will say this again for the new student it seems. This class is used as a break period. We covered everything for the year and the district hasn't approved for a large project given the workload of the other classes. Unless you want to give the class something to do.”

Y/n was quick to shake their head, this classroom was already painful to truly learn everything. You needed to draw things, label them correctly so you would understand and remember them before having to actually write the notes down, drawing things already took so long if you wanted to get things to look right, leave the right labels and make sure the notes that were detailed enough to hold all the right information without fail or complicating things. Overall, this class would make someone wish it was never here, but of course some people needed it for their jobs and majors. San was here to show he can run things on his own without slipping, softly tugging on strings he had wrapped around his fingers before just tugging them in the right way he needed to. And that always made it fun for him, something he took joy in but would never show it unless his dad was around, but it made him wonder, what was y/n in here for?

What was their dream that they needed to get something from here in order to do so? He had such little time, yet so many questions. He felt himself looking over like it was out of habit, staring at yn as they were re-working on some notes to make sure things were making sense for him. After all once the last three weeks come to play, there will be nothing but test, and if he joins the music class seriously, singing till his that hurt since the final will be a duo. Two people having to agree on singing something and make sure they were singing fully with no mistakes, and if there were any, to make sure that no one knew they had messed up. But he wanted to wait till the last class in order to ask, knowing if he tried now people would try. And besides there would be booths no one could go into without permission and some areas made for small and private conversations. Since lunch here was still packed and busy, conversations would overlap with each other, some kids trying to stay silent in order to get more information about people or their classes.

How were you keeping Choi san, the dream student of the school with a twisted mind, now being curious about you?

San was pissed, something he was good at hiding but sometimes depending on the situation. But he could keep a bright and happy smile and appearance in front of everyone around him while he was walking to his classes, going through the motions since most of it was more so taking notes and with their English class, it was more so reading, taking notes since this test would be the second hardest compared to the math test they knew would take the longest time. Now back to why he was pissed on the inside. He couldn't find you when it was lunchtime, he looked in some of the most obvious places and some places that most kids couldn't find out. But you were gone, only to reappear in the last class of the day, you looked more refreshed, relaxed and ready to finish the day off singing. When he walked in he saw you talking with the professor, your eyes filled with excitement, like you just returned to an old place of ours.

He stared at you while being the last one to close the class door, he usually would talk to the professor about what song to sing with someone or if he would have to do by himself, pushing himself to make sure he could cover two parts into one to fit within his registry. But the professor looked over and motioned him over, he was quick to move over with his bag on both shoulders, since the bag was heavy with books, supplies and sometimes some other things for this class. Here, he would bring his tablet in order to find songs to sing and focus on his pitch to make sure things were in tune.

“I was hoping you would be here soon, I'm sure you've yn, do you remember them from freshman year? You two were so close!”

San looked visibly shocked at the teacher, his eyes widening some while he looked at the two of them, his face showing confusion as he tried to scan his mind to see if it was true. It would explain why you seemed to know your way around the school, but if that were the case wouldn’t the headmaster have said something? Or were they just waiting to see if he would figure it out on his own? But this was a class free from the war zones of outside. After all, music brings people together and shouldn't be sued to tear people down like paper being cut with scissors in a quick or painful manner. Maybe therefore he felt himself being curious, you looked and sounded familiar, but times had changed in those years you were gone, and things seemed to come back up to the surface, a fight not all are prepared to do.

“They went here in freshman year? It must've slipped my mind with all the studying I and homework, forgive me y/n, it didn't seem to click just yet for me.”

Bowing softly, his mind was racing once again, this would explain how you just vanished during lunch time, despite his other friend's finally being able to talk to him after classes, he wanted to bring you over just to see if you could handle the group, to see if the roughness of them and the teasing would break you or if you could handle it with these last three months, since they show off sometimes and they can wear their mask to well and pull stings as if they were keys on the piano, barely any pressure to watch you lose everything you've built up to this point. Yet here he was, staring at you while all the memories slowed pour back in, like a flood coining in after a door was opening, well not entirely in that manner but it was enough to keep him distracted some. But he had to keep himself together, even though this was the last class that doesn't mean the adults outside will have the calm stance they have now till they all truly leave the school.

“Well, I brought this up because I knew you were still looking for a partner before the final comes up. I think pairing you two would work, y/n says since they had to leave before the 2nd year, they would still practice their singing. I think it would create something no one has yet to see.”

The two looked at each other. San remembering how he would hear you singing during lunch, you'd leave the door slightly cracked to hear if someone was coming inside and if you needed to stay quiet so they could leave or listen to secrets. Coming to him the next day as a friend with more tea because you wanted to stay with him and his friend group because you loved talking with them during lunch. Everyone would share their food and drinks at their special spot so no one would try to butt in on conversations where they weren't welcomed. How San and the others would always try to sit next to you and would be known as the smart group.

People always tried to have study groups with any of you just to get the best notes, the best scores and overall answers they needed when the teacher would leave and say they could give out things, or if the teacher would even have the share notes for students to compare and get things done. San was sad when he heard you had to leave when summer was over, he wanted to help you. Offer money in case your family was struggling or even offer you a place to stay with him, but you took it as a chance to explore.

To see things outside and maybe they would come back. San was so hopefully that you would've come back to him, he wanted to catch up with you, to see how things were and get the others to be with you so everyone could sit down again. All these memories made him smile, a genuine and rare smile almost no one outside of his friends ever got to see since most of the time his smile would always have something dark. But now he was standing here, he had secrets he couldn't offer to tell you, more blood on his hands than you could wash off with acid. Seeing you smile, like you were waiting for this moment since you had limited time and dragging it out was pointless. But what made him question more was why did you have to come back on a scholarship.

Your parents were wealthy they could send you here and pay for each semester like it was pocket change. But suddenly you had to leave, he wondered what was your family situation, but you two were no longer that close, the two of you had grown in that time frame and there are things that will slowly come to the surface, but he wanted to see your reaction to the man behind that smile. Who would gladly bite you till you stopped fighting him.

“Thank you professor, I think we can make that work. Can we use one of the private rooms?”

Seeing the pure joy on his face, the professor allowed the two of you to walk to a room. Knowing nothing would happen since the glass would show, even though pixelated, it was still easy to see if someone was doing something they shouldn't be doing. The room had red soft walls with a wooden carving to show a floating couch, with some stands, music equipment, chargers and everything they could have needed. Y/n looking around before being pulled into a warm hug, San gave it without thinking, his shoulders seemed to wrap around you like he was protecting you from something but he just wanted to keep you close. Being startled some, but you slowly hugged him back, this was still the same San that would run after you at lunch to give you a hug because he couldn't do so during the morning. This hug was tighter than the other but you still had room to breathe, which was something he always wanted to do the day you left, the night he didn't get to call you because you told him calling would be weird, you were in a new place and everything, your text were rare to the point either of you got to text each other because of the differences. And now here you were, standing in front of him and got your way back here, he remembered your promise before leaving.

“You Really kept your promise to graduate here? Why did you even have to leave if you were so attached to it? I would've gladly got you a place settled so you could’ve stayed closer to us!”

Pulling away and looking down at your smiling face, like you just caught him being excited over a joke or something he truly liked. His voice carrying it while you held onto his arms, balancing yourself since after all, he wasn't that small boy anymore who could barely hug you without looking small; he was larger now. He had grown up and became someone that was almost hard to recognize until you spent more classes with him, it slowly clicked for the both of you.

“Money problems is all, and extended family but I planned on keeping my promise. I didn't want to just be handed things, you know?”

Your tone made him worry, but he kept his mask on. You sounded like you didn't want top fully say the truth, which hurt because he missed you and wanted to know why his best friend had to actually leave. He wanted to ask you, to keep pressing till he got the answers but that would expose you to things he wasn't ready to show you. After all you still had the others to meet again, to hear the excited screams, the hugs, the questions, the meetups. You had everything to get used to, and no was not an option, even if they had to meet you at your place, unless you could score the dorm, those were always the hardest to get into because of what they truly were, they were like apartment with the size and everything, but it would still feel cozy.

“Oh, you have to walk with me to see the others. Wooyoung would point you out quicker than seonghwa-hyung would! Please?”

“Have I ever been able to say no too you? Without a pout of all things?”

San gave you a pout, just to show that despite everything it still reminded the same before he got excited once again, Wooyoung would wait for him by the hallway just to walk with him telling him things from his classes before everyone would meet up and go to San's new house, where they would all get all of their homework done, play games and such before they all had to head home, something san would dread because he enjoyed having his friends over but he also wanted to see the others reaction to you coming back.

But it was enough of that, you two had to figure out what this song was going to be, san going through some samples of tempos he had, wanting to see your honest opinion, not what you think he wanted to hear and he knew he would trust you with that. Your face would say it all before the words could come out of your mouth and be coated, he weaned the raw truth so he could improve and not be distracted into thinking they were good since you two would have to perform this in front of the school as a final, and the college was a large place despite everything, so it needed to outshine the others in some for.

He wanted to work on this more, but he knew wooyoung would barge in before he could get another thing in before he could save everything into his computer, something he was slowly doing with these last 10 minutes while talking to you, his smile showing brightly while hiding his eyes. But his dimples would show and it was honestly just the cutest sight for you to personally see ever.

“Be warned, wooyoung still loves to jump when he's excited so please be ready. He's not a small either.”

“Oh god that scares me for Jongho, did anyone else grow?”

“That's for you to find out.”

San laughed with pure joy as the two of you walked out of the class, being a bit late since san had got gotten up with talking with you and nearly forgetting his computer in the room with his bag. Keeping his hands in his pocket, he spotted wooyoung before you did, seeing him push back his curly black hair with his eyes looking around for him, his lip piercing shinning in the light as he smiled at san, getting ready to run till he saw San pull you in front of him. At first wooyoung slowed down some till he saw that smile, he knew that smile anywhere and it made him gasp before taking off. San staying there to act as a boulder as Wooyoung picked you up, squealing despite people looking over as he hugged you tightly. His smile wide and forgetting that the two of you were still carrying bags with books too heavy, yet he picked you up like it was nothing.

“oH MY GOD SANNIE! WHEN DID YN-INNIE GET HERE?”

“They just got back here today. I almost didn't notice! Can you believe that?”

Wooyoung was so happy he was still jumping at the sound of your laughter before setting you down, scanning you over with his hands in a tight grip.

“Oh, my god you still look the same! Quick quick we've got to go Seonghwa is going to be so happy to see you he might let no one else hug you!”

Wooyoung grabbed both of your hands and ran to the front entrance. Since most of the students were gone given their classes and such, making it through with ease and not bumping into people till he saw Yeosang standing by the door, looking confused why Wooyoung was dragging san with someone else. The person seeming to struggle as wooyoung got closer, seeing Yeosang slowly blink while fixing his tie. His hair was a mess because he usually had gym last, getting a nice run and workout in with jongho, who would usually leave early since his car was known to be the biggest despite one of the older ones wanting to drive most of the time.

“Yeosang! It's Y/N! Look at him!”

“Good lord you're arms have gotten bigger what did you do-"

After looking at you for a while, listening to your tone that's when Yeosang smiled before hugging you, San stood there in the back a little, watching him hug you the same way he did. He knew yeosang missed you, everyone did, but there was something burning inside him as he watched you smile at them, it wasn't jealousy, why would he be jealous at the person his friends adored more than anything here? Maybe it was because he wasn't sure if this was real or not. Maybe he wanted to see if he was dreaming and when he opened the door to see the others, he would wake up in his room and want to throw things, but why did this not feel like a dream?

You were catching up with the others while you walked outside; he saw the shocked look on your face when you saw Min-gi and Yunho. They had grown taller, towering over everyone just by standing but the two had a name that you used to call them, since everyone called them twin towers you would call them the tall duo, a name they only got used to you calling them and when they hear it. They were more than happy to see you. They particularly picked you up off the ground when they got close to you, their cheered of excitement after years of no longer seeing you or hearing you call their names burning something inside of them. They were happy to see you while The parents of the group came over, hongjoong being the first to hug you before seonghwa practically picked you up like a mother happy to see their kid after so long.

You guys would joke that seonghwa was your adoptive mother, but he never denied the claim since it was just how he watched with the others and san was right. It really took a while before he fully let you go. Looking around at everyone with wide eyes as if he couldn't believe you were actually there in his arms but he knew jongho was excited when he finally got close enough, knowing there was only one person who would be held like that in the group, he stilled looked the small but it was clear he had more muscles to him just like san did, if not all the others. Despite the uniforms being tight they all still gave you a hug like nothing was stopping them.

Hongjoong however, stayed back towards san, seeing his gaze never leaving you despite how you were trying to answer questions without giving too much away. He still had to know, why did you have to leave in the first place? Why didn't you take his offer to grow with the and learn of him sooner? Now he had to show you things he didn't think you would like as of now. But it wasn't like he was losing you again. He lost you once already, how was he supposed to lose you again and simply be fine with it?

“Your staring too deep at him, san.”

Hearing hongjoong's voice brought him back, his eyes slowly claiming down as he shifted his attention to hongjoong, looking down to meet his gaze while standing still, blocking out the noises. Hongjoong had the look of he wanted to talk, but they had to stay quiet, although it was easy because everyone was trying to ask questions while making sure you weren't hurt during their excitement runs and hugs.

“They vanished after the last day of summer, came back on a scholarship and seemed to just…blend back in like nothing happened. I'm happy he's back, I truly am but.”

“You want answers why they left. You missed them the most, you'd stare at old pictures to the point if you didn't you'd lose your mind. And clearly, their hiding something.”

“Maybe their family was running low on money?”

“Think san. You knew everyone's parents and their struggles, there was one pair of parents you hated because they acted high and mighty as if they never had children. And you taught them a lesson like your Appa told you to.”

San's face fell for a moment, but it came back with something dark in his eyes. Something hongjoong knew not even he could protect you from or the others could. He knew exactly how to get you to stay this time, by his side and nowhere else.

Despite his efforts to try to get you to stay with him tonight, San truly didn’t want you walking by yourself. He had to see where you lived since it was clear it wasn’t around here anymore, so what did he do? He let the driver take you, knowing there were camera's in the car and trackers to see where you were going. Knowing that during the last hug he gave you, where he almost didn't let you go, he kept one on you just so he could see and hear everything that was happening. Knowing he needed to be careful for your sake.

He got you to come to his house so everyone could catch up, like old times and the living room was actually filled with laughter again and not just plans of other things. For a moment, it felt like you never left till you did once again, but this time he got to watch you leave. He got to see you sitting in the car, staring out the window before having to stop in front of apartment buildings that looked unsettling to say the least. San was watching you, in his own darkroom with a cup of water in his hands, it looked like it was moments away from breaking but he tried not to, knowing he would've had to be explained to his dad why his hand was bleeding because of the glass.

He watched you walk inside the place your parents sounding tired, but they were happy to see you were okay, but you didn't tell the where you went, something San picked up because you would even call them in front of his parents so they knew where you were, but you didn't even do that unless he wasn't paying attention. You greeted them, helped them with some things like dishes, getting the laundry from the basement and looking for jobs,

So hongjoong was right, he made your parents pay their actions years ago, but he never knew you were their son. If he did, he would’ve made a deal much earlier, I mean he could always do that now, but he wanted to do so when you were finished with school, knowing he could show you things slowly at a time, planning everything while knowing he now had to see you outside of school. He sat there in his room, messing with drink slightly while sitting back in his chair, knowing he had a phone call to make but it would always come later, he enjoyed using a voice changer to mess with those who crossed him because who would believe that a college student about to graduate at the top of his classes, would do things in such a nature?

Nearly no one if they saw him outside, but those who saw past the act knew better and sometimes they wouldn't be able to tell others of what they had to witness or they would be silenced as well. But he wanted to see your reaction, not now. He watched you take off the uniform and hang it on the closet door, your room looking so cramp but you made it your own with what you could. The way it was set up he could watch you sleep while tuning out the other noises around him, something he was thankful for because he truly wanted to focus on you.

He heard you shower, knowing he would never look there and never wanted to, if he would look he wanted to see if for himself. And that would come with time, of course, knowing he had a couple strings to pull beforehand. But for now, he was just watching you rest, the way your face relaxed while holding onto a blanket, he remembered that one. He gave it to you as a joke one day because you were freezing when everyone went to an outside movie and sat in the car, turning it off so the gasses wouldn't make people cough and he held you under it. He watched you fall asleep. He wanted to go there and sleep next to you, but he knew better. The place you now had to live in was somewhere he owned, where he would send people to be watched and struggle to climb back up to the ladder.

He wanted to give you a way out, but that would give you an illusion that would be shattered quickly with one stare. How would he even explain he knows your situation? He watched you; you were tossing and turning like you were trying to keep bad memories away; he was listening for footsteps to see if anyone was coming and if they were, he would have a building manger come in and remove the person. Even if you screamed for it, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He wondered, what were you thinking of in a situation like this? What were you thinking of after all these years, it felt longer than it truly was?

Staring at his screen, his mind was racing with thoughts and questions but they were cut short when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. It made him jump in his chair, thinking all of his friends had left but Hongjoong stayed back. He had a look in his eyes that was a mix of darkness but comfort. This meant they had a job to do, another test San had grown used to doing after everything was done, since this would be the nights he would have in case someone were to push his buttons.

“I had a talk with your parents, San.”

“Is about another partner since the last one didn't stick for long. I warned them she was bluffing.”

Hongjoong had a smirk on his face while sitting down, pulling up a spare chair with his legs crossed. Even though he was still in his school uniform, knowing he would have a hard day tomorrow since it was just the middle of the week, there were still things that needed to be figured out and such but also long nights that had to be settled before they leaked into the next day or longer than needed to be. San was used to having to be up a little later and waking up earlier, sometimes during lunch or in his second class and use it for a nap. Feeling better till lunch got there and he could now fully keep up and make sure he had things ready for the others classes for the day. Some days were easier than the others, but his music class was a daily thing.

It was a joy he had and would sometimes go to that room on the weekends when he was free before having to go back to his other work, knowing that was being taken on more dangerous and involved missions that would make him learn more about his choices and how to wear the sheep skin so well not even other sheep could tell he was a wolf. Something he enjoyed doing, but the one who could truly pull more strings was Hongjoong, he was in this world before his parents even dipped their toes into it. Knowing if he wanted to do things without the threat of money, he got into and build things up from scratch, working with San's father to make sure he would have a team he could rely on, and so he created one with his own hands and enjoyed watching it grow more and more than the days went on, turning two weeks, months and now years each time he thinks about.

Hongjoong was always known for the way he can smirk, a face full sunshine before seeing the smirk that could show just a peak of darkness that was brewing inside of him, sometimes people would be surprised at the things he says, sometimes questioning why he would say such things but he would just find ways to denture the conversation and acting like nothing had ever happened. It was something he honed till now.

“Your dad saw the look on your face when he heard that name. He looked at you thinking you had moved on, but given the questions you were trying to ask, he knew you were going for them, and that you might start adopting children, since you always wanted to have a family of your own.”

“Either adopting or a surrogate, either way, though adoption sounds better. I don't want someone trying to claim my children at the end of the term saying they grew attached. Then things would get more complicated.”

“Unless you made it clear where they stood, some always need that terrifying push to see you're serious about it. But that is a talk between the two of you, my question for you is, how do you plan on keeping them here. Scouters will come for that final and offer deals, some are always out of state, if y/n picks one out of there, since if they picked one here, you'd been able to pull more strings even if they went on tours.”

San looked at the screen one more time, seeing you resting on your bed as comfortable as you could get before turning back to Hongjoong. He had a planning look, and hongjoong knew what it truly meant, he was planning things and he was going to make it work, no matter how hard you would fight to get away from him.

Unknown Number: You know, trying to hide in the classrooms, or even behind your little knight in shinning armor won’t always save you. Even the brightest people, have the darkest secrets. You should know better than that, y/n.

Y/N: You really must have nothing better to do. This is childish.

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Unknown number: You should focus now. You Can’t afford to fail now can you?

The text didn’t happen for almost a month; you had gotten used to being around san and the others again, keeping your housing situation a secret still while enjoying your time with them. Going to lunch and even having the study sessions again. Even sitting around and would sing with each other and help make sure everything was good for the pair. Hongjoong being the most help with the sounds and production help and an outside opinion since sometimes you think it would sound good, but having help from someone who can tell the difference and the song you're going for, it easy to do.

“San, you need to let it sink a bit lower for this next part. So the emotion is there and carries through. Run it again from the last stop.”

San gave a thumbs up, he was wearing his favorite hoodie and sweats, his hands in his pockets with the headphones on his ears. Looking back over to you, smiling softly while you sat your phone down, wanting to forget the messages you’ve been receiving. Some classes were done with their finals, the only two that were more pressuring were math and singing. Math was soon, but you had to be confident in your answers and having someone who had your number, sending you picture of places you were at, even somewhere you were looking around and didn’t see anyone was a shocker.

Watching san and listening to him, it was clear he took time with it, his eyes were closed while he took in hongjoong's advice as carefully as he could. You had finished your sessions for the day, getting closer to the end of the song but trying to make sure everything else would tie in perfectly. It made you wonder could you tell them what was happening? Would that have changed anything if you did? You were told not to, along with an attachment of your parents sitting in the cramped living room, oblivious to someone taking pictures with cameras no one could find. You even looked with everything you had but couldn’t find anything and yet you still get pictures sent as a reminder. Whoever this person is, wherever they are, they’re always watching you, at first you thought it was one of the boys.

But the pictures you’re getting, how could it be one of them when in some pictures all of you are together. How could it be one of them if everyone is busy together and not even paying attention? But trying to think about it was pointless. You have better things to worry about, more things to stress about and eventually, leaving this place for getting out of the family drama you were being pulled into and force to live through. The facade your parents tried to live for so long was now ruined because they took a leap too early when they weren’t ready to take it. It was a mess, and you wanted to start over, singing is something that could get you out if you reached out far enough. Wanting to start all over but it was hard. What was gonna happen now?

Unknown Number: Sitting there zoning out about me will do nothing for you.

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Unknown number: Getting out of state will be impossible for you, but you can keep trying though, you’ll meet him soon~

Each text was like a taunting shiver, as if the person was there just enjoying you squirm and shiver. Even now with the zoned out look on your face, San looked over and the mic was hiding the smirk on his face, knowing the messages were the reason you were having trouble looking focused and interested in anything that you were involved in. But he hid that smirk so well it was almost like nothing could happen to him, watching you look over your shoulder while trying to hurry to the next class, only to look at his phone and see the messages and wonder why was this happening? This school takes things like this seriously and yet they haven’t been able to find the person who's behind these, making him question everyone around him, yet san was your safety net, like always. He’d do his best to distract you while getting you to laugh, his smile always wore off on you which would make it harder to even stay paranoid or even mad at something's. But sometimes you wondered, what happened when you left.

There’s no way he stayed the same, it was clear he didn’t and sometimes you wish the music teacher didn’t give you away so you could’ve learned more about him before being exposed, but you also weren’t sure if he actually had this class or he was being silly just to mess with you. But clearly things were happening, and the professor wanted to see what would happen with the two of you paired up, knowing it was to create more doors, unless she knew how San would act, regardless. Having you trapped in a corner with puppet strings and no matter how hard you were tugging, trying to get out there was nothing y/n could do to get free from him. Even with a careful tug, there was barely anything yn could do against this person, this force that wanted to mess with you. Maybe this was just a prank to get you on edge as the transfer for the last quarter. But either way it can’t break you, not this close to the finish line.

Slowly blinking, you see San giving you a concerning look while standing in front of you, kneeling down while holding your hands in a soft and caring embrace. This was taking a toll on you, he knew that just by how often you’d look nervous every time you grabbed your phone, looking at it before going the app or song you wanted to play as a distraction when you were alone. It was time for a break, after all you two were doing great and not everything had to be finished, but you two also needed to get ready for the final. Math was tomorrow, and it was going to be annoying, clearly this person would do nothing, after all when you had your finals you would get nothing in return, not till afterwards since hearing any phones would cause you to fail, something you couldn’t afford to lose today and took every precaution needed in order to do so.

“Here, let’s get you something to eat, I brought snacks just in case we stayed here too long.”

Not wanting to argue with him, the two of you sat down to eat, Hongjoong looking at the two of you through the reflection of the screens, watching San feed you like he used to, telling jokes whenever he could with that bright smile on his face. His eyes even smiling with him as he did so like he always used to. He always knew how to make you smile, leaving was hard, how could anyone else make you this happy by barely trying other than being himself? It was like each day he was getting to be closer and closer. He knew you wanted to explore, to leave and sing your heart out for those around you to enjoy while leaving this place behind. Who knows, maybe he could visit you and you two could keep talking like nothing was wrong even with different time zones. But there wasn't much he could do, and you knew it was making him sad.

You came back only to leave again? To follow your dreams and shine with him in the corner with the others, who knows maybe the two of you could have a collaborate one day and blow the charts and make it enjoyable. But that was forb the future in later days but the two of you had to build up the foundations before getting there. Hongjoong wrapping up the things for the day, knowing the song was done, you two had recorded things in the spare time and slowly got to put things together for the recording since most people would want to hear the actual recording compared to the two of you singing it live. He knew during that day; he didn’t have much time before the graduation party, which he was making sure you were attending since it was traditional and you two would talk about this for hours on end before anything else. He was curious about it since sometimes the theme would have you dressing up either in a fancy way or even a silly way if they liked your year enough, but this year it was just however you wanted to dress. If you wanted to dress fancy, it was completely fine for you to, but if not then you didn’t have to and it was fine.

“Here, I can walk you home or to the stop if you want me to. Hongjoong can send me the rest of the song and we can send it to the professor and focus on our math final, then after that maybe we can practice more?”

“Well, I don't have a suit for graduation, but I also can't afford one but don't want to show up out of place with the rest of you. I know seonghwa, even if he tries to wear down he will still show up looking great.”

“Then how about we just go do that and then we can figure out the rest of things later? I still have the keys and card so we can just look around and pick what you like?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, I know exactly what I want to wear, I think.”

San smiled at you, holding your hand while he walked to the door, turning back to hongjoong just for a second, wanting to make sure he was doing the right to think and he could see the look on hongjoong's face. He had that knowing look some of the hair falling in front of his face with a smile showing how dark it was. He knew San would have questions later at the end of this, but he also knew that San had to wait before checking on anything so he trusted his captain to make sure things were to his liking, along with wooyoung and yeosang since they would hang around him the most and wanted to make sure things were looking good enough before the big day, san still had to plan out everything before the big day and that day was making him so nervous because anything could happen and it would only make things harder for you, not for him it would just make things more annoying because he already had to make a speech. You hated the mafia; he learned that and since he was about to run it, you would hate him but he will take it.

“Where do you want to go for this? A lot of places around here are having sales going on so it would be pretty hard,”

“There is only once store I trust and if it's gone I'm letting seonghwa out stage me.”

He couldn't help the laugh that came out as he helped you inside of the car, the shop you loved was still there, genderless clothes were always something you and seonghwa had in common, wanting to wear clothes and feel like yourself without the pressure of others looking or making things weird just by stares but what was going to stop the two of you? Maybe San could match with the two of you But it was all up to him for how that would go, you would not make him match with you, if not that was fine, you were there to have fun after everything, not out stage anyone as a last push comes to shove.

The drive there was filled with singing other songs you would play on the speaker, seeing if San knew these or if you could surprise him with songs he hasn't heard before, which was hard in itself since he enjoyed listening to a lot of music when no one was paying attention or questioning him. So finding songs he didn't know was pretty tricky sometimes, and he knew how to look clueless before revealing that he knew the song, where he heard it from and how often he plays it. Reading it out like he was reading of a spreadsheet of information and telling you things you needed to know before making it off as completed. But he also had to pay attention to the road so trying to see your reactions were hard to do, that was until he came to a nice parking spot in front of the large and busy mall. It wasn't as busy as it usually would be, since the sun was setting and people wanted to get things done before the deadline, but you had that already handled and was more than happy to do this with help from San, knowingly he also would not let you pay even if you came up with the money somehow.

Even when he walked inside with you, it was natural for him to hold your hand while walking around, window shopping at some places or even getting some snacks, if people didn't know you two, they would think this is a date given how the two of you were acting. The look san would give you whenever you talked or point out things you liked, it was enough to make him fall even more, you could see it in his eyes but also know he would be respectful, but you didn't know just how dangerous it was. If there was one thing he would've told you beforehand, it would've been that you should've stayed hidden and out of his sight. The small and innocent puppy turned into something not even you could fully tame without getting bit a couple times in order to learn the lesson. Clearly he needed to speed up his lessons if he wanted you to learn faster before the final push.

Yet throughout the entire day he allowed you to lead him, holding his hand unless you went to the bathroom, he seemingly never left you go even when looking at clothes to try on. Letting you conclude on your own what you wanted to get and not be influenced by his idea since the person who was going to wear it the most was you, it didn't matter what he thought or anyone else for that matter. If you liked it, that5 is all that matters to him during the end of the day. He was just happy to tag along and watch you be happy about your choice, if you had everything you wanted he paid for it without a second thought or hesitation, he mainly just wanted to make sure you had everything before checkout so no one had to run to get you something at the last minute, especially if there was a line behind the two of you.

“Is this everything you want, y/n?”

He watched you nod your head while he held the bags, if there was one thing his mother always love to see and bag about sometimes it was that he raised a gentleman despite the chaos he was in. Watching him grow to give everyone respect, till they cross the line and then he acts like his father, but he's able to balance them out, but with all of this being said. He was determine to help you carry things inside, even though at first you were hesitate since your father was still jumpy, since he wanted you to leave the country before anything else could happen. But you needed help, so he offered and you took it, he didn't park close since he didn't want to set off any red flags and there were no spots close to bark, but he still carried everything even up the stairs since the elevator was down, but you were on the third floor so the stairs weren't really an issue for him either.

He watched you open the door and allow him inside; the place seemed quite like no one was there, but he looked to the corner, well more like behind the door into the small living room, he saw the look on your parents' faces; the shock growing as San locked eyes with your father, but he mouthed the words Don't. Say. A word. With a sweet yet sickening smile as he greeted the two of them, bowing deeply while helping you set the bags in your small room. It wasn't the best, but it was still yours.

“Maybe after everything you guys can pick me up last? So that way it's more of a surprise on the way to the hotel or wherever the thing is being held at?”

“I don't see why not, I heard it was going to be more relaxed this year but I'm no longer on the student council so I sadly can't spoil anything for you like I used to.”

“Please, with how excited you'd used to get? I would've known way beforehand. But thank you again for the help, are you sure I didn't spend too much? You refused to let me look at the price tags.”

“If you did, you would've tried to downgrade everything and besides it was fun going to the mall with you like that. I missed your long talks about things you loved or things you wanted to yes, it's truly fine. I want you to enjoy the last year just like the rest of us, it's only fair, isn't?”

There it was again, that charming look that seemed to get everyone on their knees and feel a soft spot grow inside of them. His smile looking so genuine and full of care, it just made the days easier if not better in most ways.

“I will leave you to studying, please make sure you actually eat something. If you can call me before you go to bed, please do.”

“Alright you big dog, I will and please drive safe, I'll see you when the final comes.”

San gave you one last hug, smiling softly as he did so before leaving your room, slowly closing the door out of habit but you also didn't seem to mind it. Once it was closed, he looked at your shocked father, like his hands were shaking despite the friendly look on san's face as he got closer, wanting to make sure you didn't ease drop on the conversation before he left the place for the night. He didn't get too close, but close enough to where they would hear his every word and make sure it all stuck with to them like super glue.

“Now now don't look at me so frighten like that, I'm not gonna hurt a tiny little hair on y/n's little head, unless I have no choice that is. But you should also be careful, after the annoying celebration things are going to be different, you'll either be tossed out of state or moved to an entirely far and different part of it, and y/n will be the star he oh so worked so hard to get, but he's not leaving me again. If I knew he was your son, I would've been so much more generous with my offer, but sadly, you are known for being a snake and lying till you're like this, stuck in a corner with so much fear it's laughable. You should chose your net actions carefully, I'm always watching and listening. If I even so much as hear you get angry at hi, try to send him anywhere out of here again, suddenly, he's an orphan married under my name, understand?”:

[Play the song above, ]

If math wasn't stressful enough, singing like this was because you two had to stare at each other. Al dressed up in clothes besides the ones you would wear tonight, but in a way that matched the song you were singing. Each word had to carry something, and you had to make the timing just right when switching between each other or having to collide with each voice in a melody that seemed to carry around the large auditorium, the lights shinning brightly down on the two of you while making it nearly impossible to see anyone else in the dark area; the chairs being filled with people since you also had to stay and watch the other perform, but you two were the last ones and everyone to stay and wait to see this.

Heard he got you a penthouse on the west side, when we will he learn that you're afraid of heights? I heard he got you a new Benz, with the white wheels, when will he learn, that you like to tandem bike?

And I hate that….

I could love you with my eyes closed kiss you with a blindfold figure you out.

I might hold you with my hands tied show you I'm the right guy to figure you out, na-na-na, na na.

San started the first part, his eyes were giving the look that screamed her was there for you, as if he had watched you run away to chase something only to realize almost too late that he was right there, next to you and holding onto you, his words carrying through the hand held mic while he stared into your eyes like he was just one more push from risking it all in front of everyone but he had to stay there, and he had to stay still and let you sing the next part by yourself, it was too early for backup vocals.

I heard he got you some new friends with some big dreams, when will he learn, that you already got your own?

Oh, I heard he got you the front raw, at the rap, when will he learn? That you like the rolling stones?

And I've been thinking of all the little things that you've been missing…When will you learn?

I could love with my eyes closed kiss you with blind fold figure you out [Figure you out}

I might hold you with my hands tied show you I'm the right guy to figure you out, na-na-na na na

San tried to make sure your eyes never left his, as if he was using this song to confess feeling he never got the chance to do so till now. Watching you sing while you two held each other's hand when he acted as the backup vocals during some of your lines with the chorus. But then he did something you two didn't talk about doing, but he was going with what felt right. To add more emotions and meaning into each lyric that he could with no one there to stop him from doing so, but he had to make sure it was equal so both of you were heard.

I could treat you so much better I've known you forever, figured you out.

For some, what made this more emotional and powerful was the sight of seeing San nearly got on his knees while singing. He stumbled closer, like his legs had given out while the two of you were singing still, this was raw. Something that no one could truly ever recreate unless that felt the same emotions he was going though when singing and it was something he wanted to share with you, he didn't care if others enjoyed seeing him get this way, he just wanted to share a moment with you, even when the music was dying out and you two just stared at each other for a while. The grip on each other was strong, but you two still had a smile that was growing, bowing to the ground in a way to show the thanks you had for each other while the lights slowly came back on. It was like stepping back into the old world and having to come to terms with the fact that now you had to talk and wait for recruiters to reach out to you. Along with a quick bathroom run because those lights were making it hot, and San's stare wasn't exactly helping with that it seemed. The way he stared at you, like he wanted to lean in and do something he otherwise wouldn't do with all the eyes looking at them, looking at you.

He watched you walk to the bathroom, seeing you bow to the crowd before running backstage, while he walked behind you. He didn't go in the bathroom but he stayed close, making sure his heart wasn't racing nearly as much before pulling out his phone. He got a text from Wooyoung; it was his signal, the purple heart. This meant that no out-of-state contracts could go through, and the only ones here were ones you already heard about, and depending on which one you picked, San would have his men handle the mangers, the team and have his own men or women in the staff just to make sure he always had an eye on you. No matter where you went, unless it was the bathroom, he would not be that crazy now, though he thought about it often.

He was quick to tuck his phone away, not wanting you to be peaking since you had a habit of just peaking over this shoulder when he was on the phone for too long. But he also knew to keep his contacts in separate phones and hidden under things you couldn't get into. He had everything planned out from the start to the end, but he of course had to look clueless, watching you be confused why no one else reached out to you and why it nearly seemed impossible for you. Even your parents, who used to support your dream of getting out seemed to look nervous about it, meaning it was too late and the people they wanted you about had come and made sure they couldn't leave, meaning you couldn't leave because they were watching the entire family, and there was nothing you could do about it.

When you finally came out the bathroom, you looked more relax, looking at him with a confused look, why was he waiting for you by the bathroom? Did he want to join with you or was it something else?

“want to join me with talking to people? I thought KQ seemed to look pretty interesting.”

“Yes I did, and let's go see what they have to offer.”

By the end of the day it was settled. KQ was the one, they were small, and you wanted to grow with a company, to watch them grow and shine and not just be another person in the company trying to grow like nothing happened. Though for san, it just made things more easy since he Knew the owner, all it took was one gaze and he knew better, you had to be taken care of or everyone would be in trouble if not. He didn't need to threaten anyone, or nearly cause a scandal, since they were slowly growing that wouldn't be a good thing for them now would it? But now came the most excited for him the party. Everyone was rushing to get home and get ready, he had a driver take you home since you knew he would speed home just so he could make sure he had everything right with his own looks.

He promised he would come and pick you up last so everyone could enjoy the car ride together, and he stayed true to his word. But it wasn't for that reason either, even now that he was home. He had phone calls to make, places to check and to make sure even things with his own father were ready. Tonight after graduation, San would have to go to a building, where other mafia members would sit on the sides and watch him be accepted into his new role, and you would have to be there where Wooyoung would explain things with hongjoong besides him, something he really wanted to do and enjoyed doing regardless of what would happen to him if he were to mess up, which is why he was called a wildcard. Some thought mingi would be the wild card because his actions were truly out of pocket and he always surprised people, but wooyoung could do more and make it stick in your mind.

“Wooyoung, are you sure everything is ready? You enjoy messing people up too far in the head.”

“Now are you doubting me? Captain will be there to keep me in check from messing them up too far, and will walk them down to you, of course. Don't get too nervous you're about to be the head of everything mafia related and people can't see the weak spot already.”

Looking in his mirror, staring right at Wooyoung who was already wearing what he wanted to wear, but he had a smirk on his face the entire time. He was excited, this was a big day and moment for san, he proved his worth to everyone who tried to tear him down and even used their backs as stepping stools to get there without mercy and was about to sit on a chair he knew he earned, not just because he was brined into the family but he showed more interested in it, if he wanted to leave he truly could and no one could do a thing to him. Yet here he is, about to rule over things and make sure there was nowhere you could run without him being able to hear you, but of course he would tease you about things while making sure you could handle things, creating a mask for the outside but being deadly in the inside.

Wooyoung was right, San couldn't be doubting himself during a moment like this That would be dangerous for him and there was no time for things like that. He had to finish getting ready, making sure he liked his hair while fixing the outfit more. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile at the sight, here he was seeing his best friend step into something he had been preparing for the day you left, he would’ve searched for you either way, even if you did manage to leave the state he wouldn't have given up. But now you just made it easier for him in that sense, but of course he needed to be careful of how to keep you here and to be careful with letting you try to slip through cracks before getting stuck in them, but either way, you'd return to his home and there would be nothing you could do about it.

Watching San walk out of the room, Wooyoung smiled. Tonight was the night everything would fall back into place, after today he would be known as the right hand, worked his way up from nothing into something and he was proud of it. Though part of him hoped you won't put up much of a fight, his makeup bag could only hide so much.

Think. You had to think and remember how did you get in this situation. You were with San, the two of you were walking with the others to go and find a place to relax after food was being served, you had just gotten your diploma’s and were now free. You could start training under KQ with the others as a surprise and grow with the company/ You were about to sit with San, you looked over to him and saw a look you'd never seen before, he had a smile on his face but it wasn't bright, it was dark. And you heard wooyoung's laugh before everything went dark, it was hard to hear but now you were here. The room looked lavish, but there were no windows, the lights were on and there was only one gun on the far table. And one door that looked like it would open any moment now.

You were sitting on a chair, your hands and legs were tied tightly and you were stuck on the chair, slowly waking up and getting used to things once again, but something just felt off. There was a loud sound that broke through the silence and the voice sounded familiar.

“Good morning Mr. Choi, little nap refreshing for you? I didn't think that scent I gave San would make you pass out so quickly! Then again, eomma knows best what can I say?”

“…Wooyoung? Where are you! What are you talking about?”

“oh sweet, innocent y/n-innie. Did you really think San would've stayed the same innocent little boy you met back then? The same one who hated the mafia just like you do because of situations? Awe your Appa never told you why he lost everything, oh you poor poor boy.”

“Wooyoung this isn't funny! What are you talking about?!”

His laughter was ringing everywhere, the speakers he had in this room made it sound like he was everywhere yet he wasn't even near you. Yet he was watching you, and he was enjoying it all. Seeing how quick you were turning your head while trying to look calm about the situation, how your hands were balled into fist but not too tight since the robes weren't exactly loose enough for you to get out, and even if you did. Hongjoong was waiting right outside the door, ear piece in while he heard wooyoung’s little speech, he was enjoying himself truly, pressing a button that showed a screen in front of you with a recording. It was your Appa; he was sitting with san's father in a room where it was just the two of them sitting across each other from a wooden desk, Mr. Choi having a suitcase next to him while your Appa looked more uneasy, more scared even.

“You know Mr. [last name], I trusted you a lot given the last couple of years. Truly I have, even when you told me you were struggling. After all, family helps family, and you were like a brother to me, someone I'd help at the quickness of a text.”

“And trust me, Mr. Choi I respect every action I do.”

“You told me you wanted to raise a family, yet I see you using my money on trips? Mistresses and everything? Leaving your pregnant wife in our care like she wouldn't have told my wife everything while leaving her with nothing?”

He opened the briefcase, laying out pictures of him with different women, in resorts and showing off money like it was his own. His ring was off in each picture, proof of everything, and pictures of you. Growing up with your mother and even san when he was still too young to understand, with the last picture of the two of you in freshman year of college, cheeks being pressed together with the brightest smiles you two could've given. You looked happy, each picture had timestamps with where you were, text where your Appa told you where he would go, and actual proof of where he was and with who. The look on your Appa's face said it all, guilt.

“See now I have to cut you off, and my money is the only thing allowing your son to stay in school with san, let alone in the same neighborhood. And you lied to me, to your wife, to your own Son who looked up to you and his own mother. How could you do such a thing?”

“Mr. Choi- please- maybe Y/n can stay with you-”

“You want him to see San change into me? San is the only son I have, the heir to the entire mafia. He's been putting it off to spend more time with y/n. But now he needs to make a hard choice, So no. Your family will have to pay with the choices you've made. You won't be able to leave the state, neither will your son since I know my Son. He will grow obsessed, missing him so much he dives into the work head on and willing to take on anything. And when the day happens when he finds y/n, there will be nothing you can do. Nothing he can do either, because by then San will have learned everything, how to hide the want in his eyes, the dark intentions in his mind, he'll be able to hide it all so well until he sees them again, and takes what is his.”

“Sir- you can't do that. My son just wants to sing-”

“Don't worry, San won't keep him caged in the house, but caged in the state. Any dreams of y/n leaving and getting you two out, If your wife still wants you, if she did it would be Y/n can have some normalcy in his already crumbling life. But y/n will still be able to have access to everything he could ever dream of, expect leaving. Even if San became a singer with your little boy, y/n could go anywhere without him near, and if he goes, his other friends go and they will grow to be something not even I saw coming, with your son being the prize between it all.

The video cut off, wooyoung spinning in the chair while Hongjoong had quietly made his way inside of the room, both of them now seeing the shocked look on your face as everything came to a head. This was all planned, everything from the moment you came back to know, and the person who planned it all was the one person you trusted more and was more excited to see and watch him remember who you were. But you'd never imagined that sweet little boy now being the head of all of this, but what hurts more is knowing the reasons everything was lost, was because the money and fame got to peoples heads and now everything had fallen apart in front of them and there was nothing anyone could do, not even you.

Trying to stop the tears from flowing, you blinked and tried to move around, wanting to get out and probably throw something, hit someone or even slap Your father and maybe even san if you got the chance to do so. But wooyoung's voice cut through the room once again, and his voice was still cheery but firm, something he rarely ever did.

“Here is how things are going to play out for you y/n, you are going t be seen as someone who's untouchable, and those who even try it or think about it are going to be tortured in ways that will make you sick. But, we will train you since San can't bring himself to even lay a harmful hand on you, though he would do wonders in bed. I've heard his drunk confession one too many times. But like his father said, you won't be caged to the house with no human interactions unless it's us. You'll still be able to do things you wished to, but you can't leave the state without all 8 of us, and don't test me. I had to learn things and if I get permission, I could do things, not too bad but I can and I will. Tonight is the night where San sits on the throne after getting gifts from other mafia's, all of which we will take over since there are only 7 other major mafia’s and it worked since we all grew up together and make sure no one tries anything even those from out-of-state wanting to take over. And soon me and hongjoong will walk you down to him, and know this, trying to fight or cause a scene won't hep you. Unless you're yelling at your father and in that case by all means, yell at him. But we have places to go!”

Hearing the cuffs click, you looked behind you to see hongjoong takin them off before helping you up. His smile was gentle but his eyes were dark, everything was going too fast, soon you were out of the room with a skipping wooyoung on one side and a calm hongjoong on the other taking you to a pair of doors before they slowly opened. San's back was turned to you, he was walking to the chair after getting the welcoming speech done while his father pulled out the head chair for him to sit on, the moment he did that's when you saw his face. It had a dark look in his eyes, his smile was soft and gentle though, he looked more relaxed than he was hours ago while he watched you walk closer, the dazed look in your eyes while you got closer to him, watching him smile as he held you hand and softly kissed your knuckles, this was your life now. And there was nothing anyone could do about it even if they wanted to.

“you just can't ever keep quiet now can you? This small room can barely give me enough room to fuck you.”:

San huffed out, holding your hair in one hand, and keeping one of your legs up against the wall in another. It was after a long concert the 9 of you had; it was nothing new for you, after that day things felt wrong at first. But despite his dark nature san was still kind to you, he never pushed you to do things, unless it was training then he sadly had to, but other than that he stayed near and watched you slowly get used to your new life, but also trying to get things done with KQ. It took nearly 3 years for things to fall into a new normal, sometimes San would stay away just because he knew he was too angry and he refused to let you get caught in that, but today? He just had to fuck you. Even if he didn't make it to the hotel you were staying at. He took your hand after everyone was leaving and ran into a room, the moment the door had closed he kissed you.

Holding your neck in his hand while keeping you against the door, your legs wrapping around his waist while his free hand and undoing the belts. He was so needy, so pissed off and the reason? It rained and your shirt was sticking to your chest, your pants, and it didn't help that everyone was throwing water at each other earlier. It was something he just need to let out before he returned to the hotel and slept with you, though he had a feeling you'd be asleep given everything from performing to now. He had your face against the door, your hips against his while his hips never seemed to stop or slow down.

Each in was hitting things perfectly, the sound of the shirt chains hitting each other, your moans probably being heard from outside but he didn't care. He wanted to hear you, to see you drool while your legs were struggling to stay up and support you still but he never seemed to stop. HIs eyes looked dark, not the scary dark but the lustful dark, enjoying the pleads he heard, seeing you try to claw at the door since it was the only thing you seemed to be Abel to hold while his thrust never seemed to end and it was something he was enjoying too much and there was nothing anyone could do about it, and he enjoyed that. Looking down and seeing your ass jiggle was replaying in his mind non-stopped. Gods, he loved watching your body react to each touch he gave you.

His eyes darting from your ass to your face, seeing how you were trying to look back with high-pitched moans that made it hard for you to even say his name. But he also loved how quick you were losing your voice, knowing he and the others would have to come up with a reason you were having trouble talking and had to take a break but he could worry about that in the morning just like everyone else would have to.

“S-San!… The cars! Fuck come on I have to walk!”

“The cars wait on me remember Mr.Choi? Or do I need to remind you about that?”

“San- Ngh!”

The sound of skin slapping got louder, your moans shaking the room while and even leaking outside some. Jongho collecting 20s from everyone because he placed a bet that by the end of the night, San wouldn't wait to get to the room or even the car ride, he'd take you to a storage room and take you right then and there and there would be nothing anyone could do about it. He enjoyed the extra money, keeping it to himself while everyone had to wait for San to be done. Hopefully, the ride home would be silent.

“come on Mr. Choi, cum for me. Anywhere I can tell. Gods, you keep squeezing like you don't want this to end yet here you are telling me about cars, so needy you are.”

Each touch was like setting a fire, the way his hands moved up to squeeze your nipples just to hear the broken cry and seeing how you were shaking. He could see your eyes roll back as you released, but he had to keep his arms out to catch you, pressing you against the door as he kneeled down on the floor. He looked up at your dazed yet shocked expression, What was he about to do? He already made you see the stars once, there was no way you could do it twice with everyone waiting on you but he seemed to have different plans for the rest of the night.

San laid your legs on his large shoulders before taking your cock in his mouth, sure it wasn't too big or small, but it fit just right. This was something he never mind doing, sucking you off knowing you were sensitive and trying to stay quiet but there was on point. The way he would squeeze your inner thighs while hearing the way your breathes quickened while your hands were gripping his short black hair tightly. Your hips bucking despite how fast he was moving his head, moaning around you just to tease you. Feeling how you were shaking just by his mouth. His gagging sounds being covered over by the sounds of your whimpers, each hair tag gave off another moan, the way his long tongue swirled around the tip, pressing down on the silt just to watch you tremble, the scream you let out sounded so broken, like you were trying to reach a high note but you failing at it.

But he stayed still, tasting your own cum before slowly pulling away. He was careful since he had to get you dressed after cleaning you up yet again, but also getting you dressed and carrying you in arms. After making sure his outfit was fixed, he carried you out of the small room and went to join the others in the lobby, seeing them all turn to look at him carrying you, seonghwa looking the most shocked while Jongho just wanted to go to the hotel room to sleep, wanting to not even question what was happening here anymore.

“San we have got to talk about this-. He can't even stop his legs from shaking!’

“it's alright, I'll give him a bath when we get to the rooms, are the cars here?”

“…Are you fucking kidding me.”

[rexasaurus1]

Test batch!! (Not counting this as part 1)

Comment down below what I should make their @'s be

[johnwasthewalrus]

One thing I’ll never get over is how before they even met Paul McCartney saw teddy boy John around and was like lowkey obsessed with him and would stare at him. He just thought he was so hot and cool. Like he had this enormous boy crush on John , and without that the Beatles may never have happened.

[cloverscomics]

Pia & the Little Tiny Things is back from winter holidays and we get yummy GGaR cameos hee hee :D

[zandich]

cookies!!!!!1

[bbokariixx]

The gayness is CONSUMING me.

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

It's the 19th century and regulus keeps an old journal where he writes his deppresing, angsty poems. when they were young, james always snuck out to find regulus under the same tree they met. regulus always shows him his poems and they argue about it (just light bickering). until one day, regulus and sirius had to move out of england to go to france. sirius didn't want to leave so he runs away to live with james. regulus doesn't follow.

instead, when they've graduated, they reunite in rome, james is already engaged with lily, and regulus with pandora. then they're gay.

[avvwritesstufff]

i need this energy for the game against the homophobes

[slarxsa]

Everyone else: trying to solve some massive demon problem, stop a magic forest from dying, maybe working out what to do with a body.

Ronan: Adam's hands are hot. I'm gay, lol.

[akodsamaka]

His smile. I love these two so much omfg. And I'm pretty sure that's the first genuine smile we got from him, so it feels super special to me.

[unholywriters]

You Can't Escape From Me

╰┈➤ Summary: Johnny has twins who you used to babysat for a while when he needed help, but he didn't keep you then because he wanted you to branch out and chase after your dream job before coming back. Years past and he got an invited to a gala with a mystery bag from the one person he wanted to see

╰┈➤WC: 11.8k

╰┈➤ Parings: mafia Johnny x male reader

╰┈➤Genre: non-idol au, mafia au, 18+, smut

╰┈➤ Warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of blood

╰┈➤ Ratings: 18+

╰┈➤ Taglist: @xomakara

╰┈➤ Network: @ksmutsociety

╰┈➤ Credits: @aaagustd for the banner <3

Being in the mafia with kids is almost never fun, because you want them to have fun with their lives, living the best normal life you might give them before anything else, but sometimes things happen, there isn’t much anyone can do other than try. The father of twins, he always tried his best to make sure his twins felt loved and cared for. He didn’t dare think of hurting them or dropping them off at people when he was busy, he just had to figure out a way to make sure that they were loved, cared for and given the best he could do without making them scared of him, or if they got worried if they would ever be taken. The man was known as the Blood Spade, he always left a spade card after doing his job. Whether it would be a simple shot, or after terrifying people, he was born into this lifestyle and he was prepared for all of it. But he knew he had to ease his kids into when they got to the age, he made them a deal, when they become juniors in high school, he will explain his dangerous work and give them a choice, they can either stay with him and learn their own places in the mafia, or they could start their lives with different names so no one can trace them.

He loves his kids more than anything and wants them to know he will never drag them into this life if they truly don’t want to. Because there’s no sugar coating the life he was living, but that never stopped him from giving his kids the best he could when he could without spoiling them too much, but he knew they needed someone to stay home with them when he was gone, someone he could trust to talk to and someone who could watch his kids for the time he needed to leave for work, often staying late to handle business and make it look, more intresting for someone to find since he loved leaving messages, but with his kids being older now, it was harder to find someone he could trust enough to watch them when he was gone, sure he could trust them to stay alone, but he kids felt lonely when he was gone, knowing that calling him during work was dangerous but they needed someone to stay.

There was someone Johnny missed to trust to watch his kids, but knew they were living their best life, something he always hoped for when he first got to meet them again. His twins were younger, more hyper and trying their best to make their dad proud. He invited you to stay with him, paying you a hefty sum of 300 a week, letting you stay in the guest room while he used this to advance his empire. Making sure he secured more people and tied loose ends to make sure his kids were safe, making sure no one could see their face to tie them back to his empire. He would come back home after what felt like forever and see you bonding with them, his favorite two favorite moments, walking in to see the three of them all baking cupcakes together, it was for their kids class for someone’s birthday, and the kids wanted to be nice, making extra to keep at home as a snack. He walked in tired and the sounds of laughter got him curious, seeing the twins trying to put frosting while getting the frosting on their faces and noses, he walked in just as you got a picture. He smiled during it.

Getting pulled into the chaos by his son who was more excited to see him, leaving some cupcakes for him and you to decorate for later, he just went along with it, he got plenty of pictures. He saved them and had them framed in his office, he was one of all three of you just smiling, frosting on your cheeks and the brightest smile he ever saw. The second picture he had was on his phone, he came home worried because it was quiet and the house was dark; he was quiet when walking in since he thought it was a trap, walking through the rooms slowly only to find all three of you to sleep in his bed, you had a book in your hands, all three of you were in your pjs, and sleep in your own blankets. His heart melted at the sight, he quietly got himself dressed for bed and just laid in bed, holding the three of you as close as he could, he never wanted to let you go but he had to. You had your own dreams, but you kept the promise of staying in touch with his kids, something that makes them happy when they get a message from you.

But their responses have been slow since they’ve started school and have taken turns trying to study, which is why Johnny didn’t know if he should introduce them to this life, because he is rooted down into this life. But if he could get them a better life, he would get it.

“Appa, come on! We got an invitation to this place and we should go! It looks great.”

“Did you finish your homework and actual studies? If we went to it, we’d need to hurry and pick out some outfits. How do the two of you propose we get those in time, hm?”

Johnny had his kids move into a slightly bigger house, Each of them having their own rooms and bathrooms now to take care of, Johnny doesn’t hire too many workers, he only hires someone to garden the place and occasionally to clean some places of the house they can’t reach, if they use the pool they usually hire someone to clean the floors of it, often using it to practice swimming, since they don’t host parties at their main house, not like they ever planned on having parties here, since that would mean Johnny would have to be worried if an enemy child was here, not wanting his kids to get into this life too early. That and he didn’t want to watch other kids try to have some fun in some of his guest rooms or leave it to be a mess. He wasn’t about to be dealing with all of that.

“Well, about that!”

His son cheered, pulling up the three gift bags in hand, Johnny having a confused look on his face while slowly being handed a bag. It was silver, but it seemed to be heavy, whoever got him this, he was curious about it. DId his kids get to it? Were they planning this ahead of time just in case he was worried or would tell them no if they didn’t get to go, but he was curious, did they get this in advance? Did someone give it to them or was this a trap? If it was a trap, should he really risk going there? Letting down his twins who were well into their adulthood, not entirely but they were both 18, almost 19 soon and on the way to graduate early if they wanted to, it was their choice was he was ready to support whichever one.

“Where did you two get these from?”

“That’s a surprise we can’t open till 8! You’ll love it.”

“You better not peek either, we have to be surprised just like the rest of us!”

“Ah so you two know who sent it?”

“You’ll love it!”

Looking at his kids, his daughter, who was more excited about the outfits than his son, held his hands up and gave a soft sigh, but he still had a smile on his face as he did so. Agreeing to not look until it was time for them to get dressed and ready to go, it made him wonder how they were already prepared for it to happen. But he was happy to see them so excited to go, they had about 3 hours to get ready so it was unlikely they could not go; they seemed to have it all planned out from the start it seemed, but as promised he made sure to never peak while he listened on the place they were planning to go. Curious how they heard about this and not him but it makes sense that his kids were listening in on the fashion world. After all that’s where you were, attending places to achieve your dreams while the kids cheered for you from afar, Johnny just hoping the best for you and that your dream adventures go well and that someday he can meet you again. Not in any bad way but he wants to see you, maybe one day.

For now, he was just glad that his kids were safe and happy, plus he got to catch up with some of his old friends to make this work even more for him. Maybe he would see them at this event, but he knew he had to be careful, what if he saw someone he didn’t want to see, could he trust the security of the place to be sure? Would he be able to keep his kids safe and get out in a safe manner? Would he be able to stall for longer for them to get out before he needed to get out himself? Was he thinking too deep into this? Was he that paranoid about the kids' safety he didn’t want them going places where he didn’t have men there? OR where he knew the layout? He didn’t even get information about this place till just now, unless the place slipped his mind when he was being too busy about something and he needed to figure out what he was gonna do about it. Here he was, two teenagers who were growing up, getting ready to choose whatever dream they wanted to and still he was still worried about them.

He figured he should call someone, or his friends because he wanted to be sure. He wanted to call you, he truly did but figured you would be busy and didn’t want to distract you, so he ended up calling another fashion friend of his, Xiaojun. Someone who would often critize him for most of his outfit choices since sometimes he never looked like he could rip you apart with his own hands if he tried to, but he could and would if he ever had to. But that was a story for another day, and another time. Sitting in his office chair, softly tapping his black pen in his free hand, he scrolled to his friends' contacts, stopping just to look at the picture of you. Having a bright smile on your face since the picture was when he walked in on you having the time of your life baking like there was no tomorrow.

But he scrolled past it, calling his friend knowing they would answer it within a couple of rings and soon enough he was right. After two rings he heard his friend's voice on the other line, sounding like he just got done doing something but he was also trying not to laugh.

“Yes Johnny? Do I need to run another fit check on you and you’re calling me to give you tips, again?”

“Funny, but no. It’s about a gala that’s today, do you know anything about it? My kids seem to have this planned out since they gave me a bag with an outfit I can’t open for another two hours. What’s this about?”

“Oh my gods, Johnny I told you this a week ago so you could tell me what I Could make for you! There’s a new fashion icon, as they say, joining and I invited all three of you! It’s important since there will also be members who want to reach out to join you for alliance reasons. And since Junseo he might run into some business partners of yours and try to get other tips, you won’t tell him yet. DId they tell you who the bags were from?”

“No, there’s a note on it but Sojeung won’t let me even look at the note till it's time to get ready. So with that being said, can you tell me about the place itself? If we need to bring extra guards, is Yuta in charge of drinks and food this time? He always checks before serving food to guests.”

Turning in his chair, looking out his large office window as the sin began to set, he was looking for the building it was taking place in, since he can see it from his window. It was close to the heart of the town, maybe that’s why traffic was altered, there were setting this up and making sure no one uninvited could come in without permission. He knew he could trust his friends, but it everyone who seemed friendly was, he wanted to be sure. But since he had a while till then, he could plan this out if he knew the layout, and knowing Xiaojun, he would have pointers for each exit he could take and where to have his car move by a driver, since he planned on having one take him there anyway, even though his kids could very well drive on their own, he was having a driver take them and calling it a day.

“Do you know if…y/n would be there too?”

There was a silent pause on the other line, almost like he wanted to say no, but he heard a soft chuckle on the other side, coming from his friend which always meant something. He knew he was being teased about it, but he just wanted to see, because if that were the case he would try to change his plans some.

“Yes Johnny, that is all I will tell you, the rest is a surprise for you to learn and see for yourself.”

“Oh, come on man really? That means even if you have something planned!”

“I do. Of course I do but telling you would ruin the surprise, now figure out your escape plan though I highly doubt there will be any conflict. But anyway, have fun. Don’t get too lost in your memories now, unless you want me to tease you more in the future.”

“You are no fun, you know that?”

Johnny got ready an hour early, since this would be the best time so the traffic wasn’t too bad and he had a feeling most who were invited got to arrive early before crowds tried to make their way in when seeing all the cars before trying to take pictures of them and post them online for everyone to see. He made sure his kids were actually getting ready first before he walked to the silver bag, bringing it to his bathroom, slowly opening it and seeing the note first. He was nervous about it, when he used to get notes they would always tease him about trying to come for him or his family, which would never end well and he enjoyed it. But who would send him something? He was questioning this till he saw the handwriting, and couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Hey Johnny! It’s your favorite bookworm. If you got this, it means I finally became a fashion designer and wanted to make you something! I had to call xiaojun for measurements because I wanted to surprise you and the twins! I tried my best and if you don’t like it I understand since I didn’t just want to do the classic white and black suit for you and Junseo. I wanted to add flair, and since the kids will be there, yes, there’s a shirt, if you choose to come to the after party which I hear is always filled with gossip so I might not go, you can just wear the jacket, I hope to see you there!”

Looking at the note, Johnny smiled wide. Truly happy and smiling as he read the note slowly, making sure he skipped no words or lines, just hearing your voice as he read. You made him an outfit, of course he was wearing it regardless of how it looked. And then he would make sure he was taking great care of it properly. Like he would ever let any of your works get destroyed. He was nervous, what was he about to see? But he was also excited.

He walked over to the suit and slowly pulled out the hanger since it was carefully folded in with one. It came in this beautiful,midnight blue long coat that had a little trail behind him. A slightly loose vest with the matching satin slacks. He could pick teh shoes but the outfit was simple, but with how Johnny would style himself, it would make him pop even just a little. He was so glad he took a shower before looking at this, making sure he looked great. Having some of his hair tucked back to his scalp, with some of his hair sticking out on the right side of his face. He was careful when getting on the outfit, standing back to see himself in the mirror. Oh he loved it, slipping his hands in his pockets, he loved it. He knew just the earrings, necklace and bracelet to put on for the moment.

He was careful while he looked in the mirror, smiling to himself while he fixed the coat, he didn’t have all the buttons closed since that was just the way he was with them. He picked out his shoes and sprayed his favorite cologne, checking himself in the mirror one more time before leaving to check on his kids. He was beaming with a smile that never seemed to leave while he walked down the large circle stairway, seeing Junseo matching with him though his trail was barely there and he understood why. He didn’t want to trip or get it caught, but he was more formal with his, tucking in the vest and making sure no unwanted skin was showing with his dangling earrings.

“You saw the note too right!”

He beamed, so excited to see his dad’s reaction to getting something from you after all this time not being able to see and being too nervous to call you. Which made him a little sad because he always promised to call you whenever he couldn’t want you to think he had forgotten you, because he never truly could.

“Yes Junseo, I got it. Did you know it was coming from y/n this entire time?”

“I didn’t but Sojeung did, she made me promise not to tell you since she wanted all of us to be surprised with them.”

He heard heels clicking, turning to the staircase to see his daughter walking down in what he thought was a ball gown. It wasn’t too long to where her shoes would get caught, but it covered them to make it look like she was gliding on air. The sleeves were fluffy, ruffled even, but they covered her shoulders which was something johnny would still make sure wasn’t too bad, the center of the dress had a little heart in the middle of her chest, she paired it with a matching heart necklace, and since she always loved red dresses, this one made just for her. His smile grew more than he possibly thought that it could. He wanted a picture, but he wanted one with all of them in it and knew he needed to wait before he got the chance for that to happen.

“These are all amazing! I knew Y/n was gonna be great!”

“Look at Appa! He’s smiling and we haven’t left yet.”

“Let’s go pick a car, who texted the driver or did someone text Uncle Xiaojun for this part.”

Crossing his arms, he saw his daughter smile before walking over to the closet door. This meant Xiaojun had a driver come in a different car, something he knew he was gonna use by the end of the night. He playfully rolled his eyes while walking outside, opening the doors while making sure security knew not to let anyone in until he returned. Following behind his kids, he saw the xiaojun sitting in his car with the window down, his driver having a car behind him with no one else inside of it, but just in case. His main car was a white Mercedes Sedan, he loved this car.

The inside of the car had black leather seats. Some had extra cushions to make you feel more comfortable for longer rides, the consul in the middle of the back seats having a spot for chargers, glasses of any drinks really and a spot for phones and snacks. The floor mats feel soft but also easy to clean. The front had a different middle console connecting to the dashboard that had its own touch screen for the music and everything with seats with their own warmers and coolers in the chairs with plenty of room for their legs. The kids got in the second car; it was all planned out beforehand; it was planned from the start, leaving Johnny in the dark but it was for a good reason this time. The kids would take the extra car while xiaojun drove him. Then again, this would be for private talks and the kids didn’t need to hear them tonight.

“You’re glowing more than the kids were, I take it you got the note?”

“Jun I’m more excited to see them, Is that why you have a second car and whatnot?”

Xiaojun had a smirk on his face as he began the drive, softly humming and pushing the hair back from his face, chuckling softly as he drove down the dark street only being lit up by headlights and car lights. Johnny leaning far back in the chair with his seatbelt on, looking out the window trying to cover his smile.

“Exactly why, how could I not? You never attend those after parties, and the kids planned on staying over with me anyway since I promised them a deal, if you agreed they could stay at my place, if not I would set up a meeting with the two of you. Besides, y/n would’ve been mad at you.”

“Shut up, I can’t wait to see what y/n made for themselves, have they gotten into any trouble that you know of?”

“No, as far as I know no. But we know better, if anything y/n would tell you alone with no one being there. I can imagine you taking them back home, so I made sure you had a second car to take them. I already have clothes for the kids.”

“DId all of you truly just plan this from teh start minus me and y/n knowing?”

“Yes, Johnny we did.”

Rolling his eyes in a playful manner, everyone had arrived at the venue before the camera's barged in, security was already waiting and a checklist to make sure no one tried to ruin it by coming in, or making a scene. Johnny walked inside with his kids, looking at the large room, it had a photo station along with a walkway to show off your outfit and pose with people you enjoyed. The tables have spots reserved with names, each having their own little theme to them and a mixture of the colors each party would wear. The lights weren’t too bright, but not too dim where it was hard to see. The flowers hanging from the ceiling. It was like walking into a fancy garden with tables and places to show off.

He slowed down his walking, looking around to see you before getting to the table, looking around but trying to keep his hair out of his face. He looked to see his kids hugging you, and seeing you made him smile at the sight. You were wearing one of your own designs; it hugged every part of you just right, not too tight but not too loose. Even in the lighting you were glowing in his eyes, he didn’t move; he wanted to see his kids enjoy this moment while he pulled out his phone and took a picture. Looking down for a minute at the picture, he saw you looking at the camera when he took it, which made him look up to see you walking towards him. He watched you walk with power in each step, slipping the phone in his pocket before opening his arms to embrace you in the tightest hug, nearly picking you up even. He was always known to give tight hugs when he missed someone close to him.

“Goodness, you look absolutely stunning. You made these yourself?”

Softly setting you down with a questioning look, his arms resting on your shoulders, slowly going down while he stared down into your eyes, his smiling shining with yours. Your hands holding onto his arms with joy and excitement in your eyes, it made him want to just hold you even more because he wanted to know what else you had to say.

“I did! Do you love it? I remember you almost never button up your vest fully but loved the flare.”

“Are you kidding me I love this, I feel like superman with how I’m walking. You know unless it’s a formal event I’m keeping one of these unbuttoned. You even made the kids glow and they look so amazing. God, even you look amazing! I hope I didn’t mess up anything.”

“You didn’t, I wanted to do simple outfits this time, but I love making expensive gowns for evening get-togethers or even wedding gowns!”

“Ooo, will we see some of those tonight? I’d buy them right now, the gowns at least, Sojeung doesn’t need to see those and try to rush into marriage yet.”

“Yes, you will and no you can’t buy them all, Though knowing you, you’d pay me more than I was charging.”

“You’re so right, come and sit with us, I’m pretty sure I saw your name there anyway and you’re right next to me.”

Pulling out the chair for his daughter, then for you, he sat down next to you while the gala now started. Everyone got to choose their drinks, Johnny making sure no liquor was given to his kids or even you for that matter, while listening to you talk about your adventures with fashion, it was something everyone was curious about since you rarely posted anything on socials since you were so invested in your career. But even while everyone seemed to be attached in the story, Johnny was staring at you the entire time. A smile on his face while he made sure you had his entire attention unless someone tried to get his attention. But for now, everyone seemed to make their own plans before the main event where to start. Sojeung had more questions but he was just staring, his chin resting on one of his hands with a soft but bright smile on his face.

But soon you had to leave to make sure the gowns were ready for show, he didn’t want to leave you, but he knew people were going to use this time now. His kids wanted to ask questions but Xiaojun stayed near them just to be safe and no one was trying to take advantage of them, but he had more mafia talks in the works. Some even begged for help or to forgive debts, he didn’t know, but you were peeking to see him working, how his pure happy expression changed into a dark and serious one. He gave each of them the same attention span, some had more of an easier time, some were left to scramble. He got his name for a reason, he wouldn’t show it now, but if he saw someone he would show why people feared him. But when he saw you walk on stage, the darkness faded away and the light came back in his eyes.

He watched you make a quick speech, his legs staying crossed while blocking out people who weren’t his kids, seeing how each design was showing, he knew his daughter wanted to study under you when she graduated, and he could see why she would. He never talked till the end, waiting for you at the door just to congratulate you on everything, everything looked amazing, it wasn’t too bright but not too dim on the models. Some were taking notes on the choices that they were seeing, even while you stood to the side and watched the models walk, waiting for the last one before walking out, your smile was glowing in the light while waving to everyone, blowing a kiss to Junseo and Sojeung and a wink to Johnny, who slowly took a sip of his wine, his true first sip of the night while he listens to you giving the ending speech, more than happy to join the fashion world with those close to you and learning more tips, making new friends and collaborate.

But the night just started, Johnny has plans, but he also wants to see what you have planned, after all you two have many things to talk about but some might not be at the to talk about in a place as backed as this one is. But he also would not take you away this fast after all the kids missed you more than anything, he could just sit here and watch, and for a while he did that, till someone carefully walked up to him and kissed the golden ring on his finger, the mafia ring his father gave him to make sure his role stood out when people looked at him. If they wanted to ask a favor or talk to him, they would have to kiss it before talking. Johnny looked away and down at the kneeling man, he was in the darker spot of the venue. But for some, it just made his gaze look more terrifying to them most.

“Mr. Spade, it’s a pleasure to see you here, I’ve been trying to reach you for a while regarding the debts I’ve been trying to pay off.”

“Your name, there are several of you that have debts to pay off to me, and most of you are falling behind on those and not all of them are going to live to get it.”

His voice stayed calm, something some found more scary while he moved his hand away, grabbing the cup and fixing himself to face the person, the older man who looked to be in his 50s. His suit was as nearly fixed as he could get it, trying to look at ease while he sat next to Johnny in a different chair. His legs were crossed with his wine glass slightly twirling, he was curious what the approach was this time and why should he let this man walk away debt free. He was there for a reason; it was an easy lesson. Though some always say that he’s unfair or being too harsh, there are always two sides to a story, and a coin.

“I was thinking, most debts like this are often paid off in a marriage.”

“My children. Are off limits. Mr. Kang, and no, I am not marrying anyone you even try to offer. Now, do you have a different approach or are you going to ask for an extension?”

His voice went colder, his smirk showing a dark twist as he stared at the man in the eyes. He wanted to stab the man’s hand but his kids were here, you were here. Too many people were here and he would not overshadow your event with his business for the time being. He refused to, and that so many people were trying to use this spot to do so we're making him mad. If anything, he just wanted to sit here and watch your smile glow, thinking about the times he wished he could see it closer like he was just standing there in the distance just to watch you glow even more.

“You know y/n, yes? They only sent out personal invitations. I’m their uncle, I can give-.”

Johnny shot him one more glare, his smirk was gone, his face was cold and stern. With a threatening look that could kill anyone if possible. He set down the wineglass and leaned closer, his arms resting on his knees before tilting his head in a dangerous slow turn.

“If you ever use y/n against me like that again, I will make sure you feel every gun shot before I cut your head off and put it in front of your business for everyone to see. Y/n cut you out for a reason, and I can see why. Now go back to paying your debt till you die, when that happens, I’ll forgive your debt, if anyone still stands by you on your deathbed. Now leave my sights, or this place will be the last place anyone ever sees you again.”

Letting out a sigh, he watched Mr.Kang scramble to leave the area before he truly was about to die, but he was still angry. He knew you never liked your uncle, always asking people to pay off debts so much that he got himself into trouble, it got to where it was affecting you so you just left with the clothes on your back so you could start on your own. He was so mad he didn’t hear you walking over, he only turned his head when he heard the chair move closer to him, but then he saw you and he couldn’t help but smile, putting his hands down and relaxing while turning his whole body to you. His head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“You did amazing up there bookworm. I loved those gowns, the wedding dresses I know for a fact Sojeung is going to buy one from you regardless of the price.”

“She was telling me that before deciding they should go with Xiaojun back home, I almost didn’t see you till now. You looked annoyed talking to my uncle, let me guess, was he trying to ask you for money?”

“He…owes me money. I did him a favor a long time ago, before I even had the twins, he only now panicked. He took a lot from me.”

He had a soft chuckle, leaning back in the cozy chair while giving you his full attention. He could see the confusion on your face while the dots were connecting. It was something he wasn’t ready to fully talk about, but knew he needed to, though he wasn’t sure if he should do it here or somewhere else, where he can do it without worrying about others trying to ask him questions. Though he was used to it by now, he still found it to be annoying even after getting used to it by this point.

“He always said his biggest debt was to a mafia member, he always had some nasty things to say about this..Spade guy. I wanted to ask you about it but never could.”

Johnny gave you a soft look, but it wasn’t entirely just a soft look, it was something dark while he flicked his wrist and held up a spade card; It was the same one he always had when he was visiting people or having to deal with debts. He saw the look on your face, and he was happy at this point his kids were gone, he knew xiaojun gave him the spare key to the car he took earlier, so now he had a use for the kit.

“Follow me, we have things to talk about and being here would make it…hard to stay serious and on topic if people keep asking me questions, and clearly you have questions I need to answer in a more…quiet setting.”

His manners never once changed despite him seeing the questioning look written all over your face, this wasn’t how he imagined your first reunion back, but he knew at some point that he needed to get this out of the way and out in the open just so he can talk around you freely without having to worry. And besides, his kids know at least something about his work, just not the full story. He held his hand out to help you out of the seat. He didn’t move while he watched the look in your eyes, how they were slightly moving around, probably to see if he was joking but he sadly wasn’t. He was being the same serious Johnny who was also careful with how he acted; he didn’t want to scare you, but he also didn’t want to lie to you, not anymore about the darker side of his life.

Holding you hand in his hands, he walked to the spare car; he kept you close but not too close enough to where it felt like a threat. He even opened the passenger side door for you, knowing sitting in the back would be more difficult but this way it felt more personal. Since it would be just the two of you and he could easily give better answers, especially since he planned on taking you back to his place since that would have more proof and records of everything Mr.Kang owned him and why. He always wrote it down and had the person sign it, even with video proof in case someone thought it was against their will or even if it was fake. He always came prepared for situations like this for family members not wanting to believe what was happening, but he never enjoyed lying to people, especially those who were kept in the dark about everything.

“If you need proof, I have an entire notebook and video proof if you want to see why he has to pay me back, since I can imagine he’s tried to use you for his debts several times.”

Starting the car, Johnny stayed focused on your reaction, you were coming back from your thoughts, but he was still careful, he didn’t start driving but it was getting dark, and he knew the drive would’ve felt longer if you weren’t talking the way he knew you wanted to say and he needed to see and make sure that you could still talk, to react without hurting yourself or making him crash the car somehow. Slowly blinking, your seatbelt clicked before giving him a sharp turn, one leg crossing over the other and it made him think of the lunch times where you knew he had something interesting to say, and you wouldn’t ask for it out loud, but you’d give him a look and a pose, meaning you wanted to know everything top to bottom even if it wasn’t relevant to the story.

“Pick where you want me to start and where we’re going, I could start anywhere and still go right back to the start, bookworm.”

“Your new house since no one told me you moved and of course from the beginning. How in the world did you become the bloody spade when you hated getting a cut knee in the gym!”

Starting the car, he tried not to laugh when he knew you were, because it was true, he hated getting hurt in the gym and would act dramatic if he were to get hit with a ball or touched during any games of tag, basketball or anything in that nature. He would lay there and hope to be sent to the nurse's office just, so he never had to do it, but the teacher would just laugh and make him get back up and run laps alone so he couldn’t talk to anyone anymore instead of taking part in the lesson for the day, then again there were times he would get hurt and needed to be taken to the nurses office just to be safe, since some kids took gym way too seriously.

“Well, it was summer break of Junior year and I got told, not a choice, but told. I was taking over my father's spot, and he pushed me harder than any gym teacher ever could. He told me to pick a card and whichever one I got, I needed to make a name. He was Spiked king, My mom was the Ace, and I got Spades, but since he pushed me so hard I would… torture someone till they bleed, or if someone were to beg me for information, it would get to where they were bleeding. Hence why the name Bloody Spades.”

“How did my uncle get mixed up with you? He only needed help when I graduated.”

“Ah easy, he had a secret business he didn’t want any of you to know of because it was tied right into the mafia, helping create secret houses, managing the shipments, but he needed help. He wanted my Appa’s approval, but he needed mine so he asked for a favor, and I told him if he wanted my help he needed to prove it, and he was struggling for a long time. By the time you graduated, he wanted to marry you off to me to get out of the debt, but I always declined. And he’s been pushy about trying to get out of it, when you came over he tried one more time to marry you off, which was stupid because it would not work, now he just has a target on his back for even trying it.”

“I mean we did always warn him he was gonna mess with the wrong person and clearly, it was you. But do the kids know? Junseo always said he wanted to be like you, Do they know?”

“They do, not entirely, but they know I do some dangerous and deadly work, they have a choice, they can either stay with me and learn about it, or since I’ve made only their teachers know their faces, they can go out and do whatever they want and no one will ever be able to trace them to me. I won’t make one of them or the both of them stay, unless they want to because I also told them my help will be limited, since they would have to learn for themselves.”

The drive wasn’t too dark; it was just the same Johnny who was easy to read like a book but would never hurt a fly unless he truly needed to. But with you, he never could hurt you even if someone made him. Even now, driving you to his new house and parking the car in the much wider garage, there weren’t that many cards, but he had it split to where the kids had their own cards now and sections. But he's still stayed closer to the main door, it was just one of his rules and he knew which cars were his. Neither of you had gotten out of the car yet, he turned his attention back to you while he was explaining, seeing you get curious but you had a smile on your face. It made hom curious why you were smiling.

“Those kids really kept you sane didn’t they?”

“That and the two pictures I have of you three, seeing you smile when baking with them truly made me want to cry, it was just the cutest moment.”

“You always wanted a family, Johnny.”

“And the kids always saw you as their mom, y/n.”

His voice was softer, his eyes having a loving look while he just stared at you, even when sitting in the car he never wanted this moment between the two of you, but he knew the two of you needed to. The kids always saw you as their mom, he wanted to ask you to stay with him that day, to just move in and stay with them before slowly trying to marry you, he knew exactly what he wanted but he never wanted to push that into you, so he never made a move on it. Yet here he was, his kids were all grown up and could go anywhere they wanted, and there was truly nothing more stopping the two of you from staying near each other, unless you didn’t want to stay in the life he was in. Since it would mean if something happened to you, then blood would be shed regardless of how it happened.

“I know they did, when it was time for bed they never let me sleep in the guest room. They always made me sleep in your room, saying eomma should sleep in Appa’s bed.”

Johnny slowly got out, opening the passenger side door, holding your hand and walked inside of the different house. The living room was more larger, connected to the dining room and larger kitchen, that also had a bar display of his favorite drinks and cups to use when he wanted to, often being when the kids were fast asleep and he could sit on the couch or even in the larger backyard, sitting on one of the lounge chairs just near the pool. Watching you look around and feel around the new pieces of furniture in different ways. While he slowly walked into the kitchen, watching you through the openings and the dim lights.

“Can I interest you in a drink, hm? I’m sure you have more questions.”

“Hm.. Maybe, but does your room have a place we can…drink those?”

Johnny raised a brow slightly, looking at the bottles and cups before seeing you slowly walk over, examining each bottle to see which should be taken upstairs. The shoes were off, but he still looked amazing in his outfit. The way his hair was poking out, yet he still looked like a model who just got and was ready to come home and relax.

“How about we take this bottle? It’s my favorite wine.”

“You’ve become a wine taster too? This is sweet.”

“It’ll help me ask more…questions.”

Johnny gave a ‘right” look while grabbing the bottle and two small cups before walking up the spiral stairs, looking back at you, he just loved seeing you look curious now, the place felt the same but it was entirely different, the hallways were longer, the rooms were bigger with more views of the city, but it wasn’t loud anymore, it was the peaceful quiet. His room was larger than before, the black wooden floors with a large floating bed, it was closer to the door, but it also had the closet connected, but the large windows would slide open to the balcony, overlooking the large backyard and some of the other houses, though Johnny wouldn’t sit out there during the day unless someone wanted to see him in his robe and underwear. But that was for a different day, another story.

The lights were dim, and his tv was on with you having the remote to have some background noise if you wanted to, or even if you wanted to play some music just to play into the mood even more. Sitting on the bed, holding the cup, watching him pour some, but not enough to fill the entire cup. Laying on the other side of the bed, crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one arm, leaning slightly closer to you while taking small sips from his own cup. Whatever questions you had for him, he would answer honestly with no hesitation, unless he needed to find the words to make it make even just a little of sense for you.

“If you work just the mafia part, how do you cover it up? Surely people would’ve found out who you were by now.”

“Business men do anything to keep their stocks, some venture into the darker side and end up meeting me. Of course I never show my face, unless it’s during the day and they find me at my business, which needs a fashion designer in the works.”

“Did you seriously sneak that in just so I can stay near you during work?”

“I absolutely did. But those who find out my face don’t know about the twins since I don’t have them tied to me yet. But I have eyes everywhere, people everywhere who oversee a lot of things that some might not think I have.”

“Did you ever have men watching me?”

“No, if I did you would’ve figured it out sooner by now, I wanted you to enjoy your dream choice without worrying if I was being weird, I wanted to call you so many times, but knew if I did I would’ve lost it, that wasn’t gonna be fair to you.”

“So you waited for me here, for that long? And you wonder why I used to say I wanted a man like you.”

“The only way you’re getting a partner like me is by dating me, y/n.”

“Looks like the kids are getting their eomma back, hm?”

People always say Johnny would pounce on someone like a lion if he wanted to eat them alive under him. Like claws trapping you underneath him but his kisses would feel like a fiery poison that would keep you coming back for more, like there truly was no escaping him no matter how hard anyone tried to get you off. The cups were on his nightstand; the curtains were covering the windows just to make it more personal. And his lips were devouring yours like a staring animal. He slowly crawled on top of you, his lips never letting go of yours while your hands traveled up to his shoulders, pulling down the coat to his shoulders. And here he was trying so hard just to suck on your tongue, testing the wine but enjoying every second.

Leaning his head back at the feeling of you tugging his hair back, he didn’t want to let go, but he did, a string of saliva, his soft eyes were no longer there, his eyes were filled with lust and hunger. He stared down at you, his tongue slightly sticking out. He was looking at you like he was about to take a bite out of a feast, being starved all day and he could finally get a bite out of something he's been dying for. Even of all it was just a kissed, he could see your lips getting swollen the way your eyes were fluttering opened and shut just to stare at him, he made you feel small, trapped under him knowing there was no getting out, but that he was also going to take care of you beforehand.

“This is not how I wanted to be asked out on my first day back home.”

“You’re not about to be walking out of this room by the time I’m done with you, Doll.”

His face being pressed against your neck, letting the breathe just send shivers down your spine, sitting up slightly just to slip the jacket down with the vest being left, the one time he got to keep the vest on, but it was taken off in a careful manner, after all this was made by you, how could he just ruin it this fast on a special night like this? But given the lightning in the room, it was like a subtle glow on his face and chest. The way he was staring down at you, like he could just eat you whole and alive and there would be no one there to stop him from doing so.

The way his hands carefully took off the top of your outfit, tossing it down to the floor next to his own before his lips went back to your neck, sucking on one side with your head tilted to the far side, breath hitched while your hand traveled up to his broad shoulders, feeling his back muscles, his hips brushing against yours like he was rocking you two back and forth like a rocking chair. But his hands were rubbing against your chest, both hands going up to your nipples just to squeeze and pull them, hearing the shock and slightly louder moans coming from you. It was making it enjoyable for him and he loved it, if anything he would’ve recorded them in case he was alone, and missed hearing you beg for him.

His kisses were like little sparks, they didn’t stay in one spot, but he was also leaving hickies, enjoying the way your hands ran through his hair while he enjoyed feeling you, leaving kisses and marks before quickly pulling away from your collarbone, holding your sides and flipping you two over quickly.

“Suck me off. I want to See how desperate you can get for me before I ruin that pretty cunt of yours.”

His voice was low, almost like a growl while he watched you, the way your hair was already flying everywhere, your chest was heaving while he could see all the marks he left on you. It was something interesting for him, seeing all the marks while watching you scramble down to the lower parts of the bed, both pair of pants were flown off, resting against the window, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth while seeing the size of him, he could barely fit in your mouth, how was that supposed to go in your ass? he wasn’t joking when he said you weren’t walking out of this room, even if you did your legs would be wobbly and there was truly no way of getting out without some form of help from him.

“How the fuck…does this fit in anything you wear! My Hand alone needs help just to wrap it around!”

“You flatter me, doll, but you can find a way, or if I have to do all the work, you won’t be doing anything for a while.”

His hands messing with your hair, he was always gonna take you through it, making sure you took everything just the way he pictured it, but he also would not push you to do it, making sure if anything you felt confident enough to try anything with him. The way his soft hand stayed on your face, watching you lick the tip like it was ice cream, gods he was excited. He kept his full attention on you and only you. Come on Doll, you can do it.

He whispered, watching you with anticipation while you sucked on the tip, at least one hand wrapped around the rest with the other one messing with his balls, he gasped while trying to stay still, making sure no sudden movements scared you or made you jump. He wanted to stay still enough for you to keep trying, to get used to it and not choke on him. But fuck, was that hard with your soft touches along with how wet your mouth was. His breath hitched while he watched you slowly take in the rest, moving your mouth slowly with your eyes closed, finding that to be the easiest part while feeling his hungry eyes stare at you, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again.

“Fuck doll, just like that.”

He had to grip the sheets since he didn’t want to tug too much of your hair, but he was trying to keep himself from moving, staying as still as he could without bucking his hips, which he found to be harder than he thought. God, he wanted to fuck your throat; he wanted to see tears run down your face while he kept your head still, but he would do nothing without your permission to. He watched you take it all in, he could feel your tongue moving around while all he could do was bite his tongue, letting out groans now and then. But what made his knuckles white was when you pulled away with a soft pop.

“Fuck my throat.”

Quickly said, panting with your tongue sticking out still, saying it again while trying to breathe. God if he did that how were you going to breathe? He wasn’t small enough to try so he wasn’t letting you nearly faint from sucking him off alone. He was gonna drive you crazy, and sucking him off was just the start. But, Johnny gives what he asks. He waited till you took him back in slowly, enjoying the feeling of your wet cavern before holding your head down, his arms flexing as he bucked his hips up, letting g the tip hit against the back of your throat, he was in love with your muffled sounds, seeing your hands run up to his thighs to squeeze them, practically digging your nails into them to leave marks only you would see when this would happen again. But, how could he let the fun end here?

He pulled your head away just as he was twitching; it was torture for him. His muscles shook while he stared at you, seeing you pant with your tongue sticking out, his hand in your hair he pulled you closer to him for another sloppy and heated kiss. One hand still in your hair and the other rubbing your ass with a nice hard smack. Just to add some sparks to it while he squeezed it in his hand. Pulling away he watched your reaction to his hands never leaving your ass alone. But he wasn’t gonna use that, he flipped you over on your hands and knees, letting you hold onto a pillow while rubbing your sides, leaving random kisses on your back just to leave some more because he could. He needed to stretch you, but he had to be careful with it.

“Squeeze that pillow and tell me if it hurts okay? I need to stretch you before you start to cry.”

One hand spread your cheeks apart with his other middle finger slowly went inside, he didn’t move them too much, feeling you squeeze around him to keep his finger still while watching you, seeing your shoulders tense around his one long finger before he twisted it around slowly, watching your hands grip the pillow while your head was turned just so he could look back at you. He slowly added another, but tried his luck with three. He wanted to watch you shiver under him while he kept you under him, leaning down to your ear just so he could whisper in it. He enjoyed it, he watched your hands grip the pillow with as much force as you could, whimpering some even while his fingers went in and out in a quick manner. Softly nibbling on your ear lobe while one hand had a firm grip on your side, the other making sure you stayed stretched while your body was pressing back against his.

“Fuck…Johnny…Johnny!”

“Oh? No wonder that felt good. I found it and by the looks of it, I’ve teased you long enough haven’t I?”

He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before rolling you on top of him, he wanted to watch you bounce before he ended up truly making sure there was no leaving the bed the next morning. He wanted to watch you shake on top and under him, and that’s exactly what he was getting. Seeing you slowly sit on the tip before sitting on the rest, your sounds were loud and filled with pleasure, the way your mouth parted, opened, trying to close but the feeling made more moans escape. Your hands resting on his chest and leaving scratches down. Even though he was low, he was moaning at the sight, though they were covered up by you.

He didn’t mind it, after all he was getting the best show of his life, his hands resting on your sides to help you bounce, oh it was something new and he was loving every second. His hands were leaving bruises with how hard he was holding them, he tried to help you bounce but nothing was hitting the spot you needed it to, he could tell despite the pleasured look on your face. He pulled you down closer to him, flipping you over so you were on your back, moving one leg up to his shoulders and keeping the other one around his waist while moving his hips quicker than he thought. He watched your hands reach to his chest to leave more scratches while tears were streaming down your face.

He was hitting every spot like it was nothing, even with the sweat dripping down some of his hair, he was determined to make you scream, shake even under him. He was enjoying it; he was loving it.

“Johnny…Johnny Johhny Johnny!”

“That’s my name doll, the more you say it, the harder I’m getting.”

He breathed out, letting go of one of your legs to squeeze your neck, not enough to restrict the airflow completely but it was enough to drive you crazy while the sound of skin slapping down there got louder. He was getting sloppier, quicker even and there was no stopping him even if someone swung that door open and tried to make him. He was close; you were close, and he was making sure you were seeing the stars by the time he was done. Watching as your arms wrapped around his back, scratching down as you released on his stomach the same time he made sure you were filled. Tilting his head to the side some, panting some while holding you.

“My face.. I want some on my face…”

Hearing that caught him by surprise, you already looked like you were going to pass out in his arms. Yet the fact that you still wanted more was a shocker to him. But who was he to deny you the pleasure that you were asking for? Watching you use your shaky arms to move down, wrapping your hands around his still throbbing yet silk covered cock as fast as your hands could go. He was sensitive after the intense release, but that wasn’t stopping him from twitching in your hands still. Watching your tongue stick out and just lick the tip like a thirsty hamster.

One hand keeping him sitting up, the other hand running through your hair as a way of comfort. His head leaned back, letting out quick breaths with soft moans coming. He was getting there, he was still there and trying to stay as still as possible despite his thighs looking like they were shaking, with little crescent nails still present on his thighs. 

“Shit…y/n I’m close. Shit!”

His hips sputtered up while his head leaned back, his arm shaking and nearly causing him to fall while you tried to catch what you could. Some landing on your face with the rest landing on your tongue, licking the rest clean while looking up at him. Seeing his chest rising with a nice layer of sweat covering him and shining with the dim light hitting him just right. Slowly rolling his head back to lock eyes with you, he wanted to kiss you. But he also wanted to enjoy the moment he was seeing. He loved it. 

“Let me get you a towel to clean you up, that’ll dry up if we’re not careful. Then in hte morning we can take a bath since I have a feeling standing for you would be a challenge for you.”

He teased, picking you up and laying you on the bed, kissing your forehead before walking to the bathroom. Grabbing one of the soft towels and ran it under some warm water, making sure he ran it out good enough before coming back over to clean you up. Being careful in the main area that would hurt the most with how red it looked. He wasn’t exactly gentle when it came to the thrust. Watching you try to stay awake despite knowing you could fall asleep, he would keep you safe from anything in this moment and made sure you got to sleep comfortably.

“Looks like I’m the most protected person in seoul now hm?”

“Yes Doll, you are. Now get some rest, you look and sound so tired.”

Johnny was a man of his word that day, he truly didn’t let you walk away after that, but he helped you around the house carrying you after helping you take a nice and relaxing bath, letting you wear some of his clothes while his kids had returned, questioning what happened since your shoes were still there only to find you two softly kissing in the kitchen, johnny trying to cook breakfast since he knew everyone loved his home made pancakes and today he had a whole other reason to make them. After all this was a family reunion, what better way to bring that together and celebrate other than everyone's favorite breakfast, but he had to carry you, but that was how the relationship took off.

Though he never brought you or the kids into his dangerous life, making sure none of it ever made its way to the front steps of his house and he refused to even talk about it when asked questions because he wanted his home to be a safe place, knowing that there was no way anyone could ever try to take that away for no reason. But his kids wanted to stay with him, stay with the family that made them enjoy waking up every day and even when leaving the house just knowing they had a safe place to come back to, but you still often helped with outfits that his daughter was making, enjoying to see her work so hard just to make sure that everything looked just the way she was envisioning it. But like he warned them, he would not be that easy on them like he was with everything else.

He was harsh on them outside of the house; he needed them to be ready for just about everything and he taught all that he could, but once the three of them would return home, all mafia talk was gone. Making sure you had eaten something and Johnny would even twirl you around when he would first get home sometimes.

“Eomma, Appa, you two should have a date night!”

“Oh yeah, and why are you two? Trying to keep us distracted by something?”

“Yah! We can do something nice for you two!”

Junseo shot back in a playful tone, seeing Johnny hold you from behind and leaving a kiss on your cheek. He enjoyed the kids trying to set up little dates for you, but he knew he didn’t want to go somewhere else today, he wanted to sit and even watch a movie with you, but he knew the reason. It’s been months by now, and you two always fell in love when looking at each other for what felt like hours but it was minutes just staring at each other.

“And if we don’t feel like going anywhere else today? A movie date is always a fun thing to do.”

“Do you two actually watch the movies to the end or is there something else happening?”

“That’s for only us to know Sojeung, none of you will ever know.”

“I don’t mind watching another movie in your room, the living room echos my laugh!”

Johnny loved your laugh, it made his heart flutter just by seeing teh happiness in your face while holding you. That is why he loved crappy movies, he got to see your pure reaction and there was nothing better than seeing that. He let you pick a movie while walking over to his kids, Junseo handing him the small box with a smile on his face. Johnny opened the box slowly to peek before smiling at the sight, the ring he had commissioned was finally ready and it looked beautiful. He knew you would love it and he couldn't wait to see that.

He wanted to marry you from the moment you got back, but knew that was jumping too far so he waited but he couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to call you Mr.Suh with him, to see that glow on your face every time you looked at that ring and he loved it, so he wanted to wait till the kids were in their room’s because they would give it away, though they promised to stay hidden and quiet because they wanted to see the reaction you would have to a ring box he wanted. Though he had an entire idea, what better way to surprise you when you're relaxed and truly happy. And thus, movie night began with the two of you sitting on the large couch, you laying across his lap while he held you close during the entire time. He waited for a certain scene knowing when the male lead would also propose; he wanted to time it from the moment he saw the movie that was picked.

So he leaned to your ear and whispered Your reaction would be the same if you saw the ring. He saw how fast your head turned before looking at his hands, his daughter still in hiding while holding the camera to record it all. Seeing the look of disbelief on your face before covering your mouth, seeing his bright and genuine smile while seeing you quickly nodding your head. Squealing at the sight, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug while he was holding you close, letting out a happy laugh before the hug turned into a group hug, he always said you could never escape him, after all, why would you want to do that now?

After all, look at you now, the kids loved you like their own mother and you had the best husband you could’ve asked for. There was no leaving him, even if someone tried their hardest to.

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(Part 6) It's 4am rn........ @idkwhatever580

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