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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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She Boss | Part 1

Summery: She's her own boss and theres nothing that can't stop her from ruling the world. Except for the soft heart she sprouts from the young, handsome Korean Leader. Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, light|heavy Violence, light|heavy Smut

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The surprise to your family when your father left his empire to you instead of your brothers was enough to raise concern with the heads of three families that followed your name. There was something about following a young woman in a world of violence and theft that rose concern, but your father knew exactly what he was doing.

You weren't like most girls, that's for sure. Hell, you could hear someone behind you make a comment and reach around to shoot them square in the heart before anyone, including yourself, could fully turn around. You were tough and knew exactly how to use your looks to your benefit. This meant you were smart. You knew how to sniff out a shipment gone bad before it was even loaded, which instantly made you gain respect from anyone who ever laid eyes on you; that is if they were lucky enough to do so.

The mafia world wasn't a place for women, you were smart enough to know that so all your business calls were ran through a voice modifier and if anyone insisted on meeting you they would either meet with your eldest brother, Carlo who would have you in his ear the entire time or they'd be shot as soon as you got what you wanted. The Italian Mafia wasn't something that messed around and you were a proud head sitting at the top of the food chain.

It was late one night and you were standing over your impressively detailed oak desk trying to decipher the very vague message that was sent you you by one of the sub heads that supported you when Carlo and your second eldest brother Vince walked in and sat in the two chairs that were meant for guests.

"We got a phone call tonight, Val." Vince said and you looked up momentarily to see Carlo nodding along with him.

"Congratulations." You said looking back down and pulling the next seventh letter to create a full message.

"From Korea." Vince added causing you to chuckle slightly.

"Would you like me to shoot up the phone company so you don't have to pay your international call?" You joked picking out the next 7th letter.

"Smart ass." Carlo huffed watching you sit down back into what a was once your fathers favorite Chair.

"It was an invitation." Vince started, only continuing when you raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at a him. "They are having their annual meeting in Seoul next week and their dying to finally meet the notorious Cappucio family and their fearless, faceless leader. They've invited you for the past four years, Val. Their getting restless and we can't have them thinking that there really is no leader here."

"We'll send them a case of wine and express my deepest gratitude but I'm busy." You sighed, looking back to the letter.

"Doing what, exactly? Spending two hours on a letter that'll tell you 'it's done, he's taken care of'?" Vince said with a hint of stubbornness. You frowned down the the letters you had scribbled into a piece of paper, reading exactly what Vince had said.

"Plus, Val, they aren't taking no for an answer this time. They offered a plane to start flying our way as we speak. Respectfully I told them we'll take our own but they are really desperate." He said making you look up again. A sly smile touched your cheeks as you remembered something.

"Isn't one of their heads like ridiculously hot?" You said making your brothers shift awkwardly.

"You're the bravest person we know and we will be there with you." Carlo said. "You have to do this."

"Fine." You said lighting the letter on fire and using the flame to lite the long white cigarette that you had removed from its pearl and gold incrusted case.

You were a lot less worried than you thought you would be as your privet jet landed safely into Seoul. You looked up to your brothers and tucked your dads gun into your holster before slipping on your heels and coat. The boys grabbed your suit case and filed into a cage around you as you exited the plane, your favorite guard and closest friend since you were young, Immanuel, holding your hand as you stepped down the stairs of the plane.

You had been set up in an incredible pent house apartment with a room for all six of your men to stay in. You, of course, went straight for the double doors that sat along one of the long walls and opened them up dramatically before walking into the room stripping articles of your clothing, smirking as your brother huffed before walking up and slamming the doors behind you.

You were a proud person, and part of the fun of reveling yourself to strangers was the initial shock of your fierce beauty. Thick eyebrows, long dark hair and perfect plump lips that always seemed to accent the beauty mark that kissed the corner of your right eye. You hated to admit it, but it was fun how easy the men were to bend and shape how ever you wanted them to just by showing a little calf.

Knowing this, as you got out of the shower Immanuel was already hanging up the array of tight bandage dresses you have brought to choose from.

"Really?" He laughed holding up a baby pink cage skirt that tucked right underneath the hook of your knees. You laughed at shrugged as he stuck his hand through one of the many large holes that was placed over the built in underwear.

Ule was the only person to ever see you smile genuinely other than your brothers. To others your smile meant death as it was usually the last thing you did before aiming right through their eye socket, but to Ule your smile was a joke, even in those serious times. You sent a bullet whizzing past his ear once when he tried to cover his snort with a desperate cough and though it worked he couldn't help but laugh with you afterwards.

Before a conversation was able to start between the two of you Vince walked in tailed by two terrified looking women. When they walked fully in you noticed it was because all of the men were flanking them.

"Heel boys." You said giving the two girls a friendly smile. "Sorry about them, they're a little... protective." You said walking slowly up the the two girls, pausing to intimidate them a little more, just for the hell of it.

"My hair will go in lose curls down my back, nothing special. As for make up bold. No eyeshadow just a black cat eye with bold red lips. I'll do my own eyebrows." You said walking back till you hit the large lit mirror and sat down.

The girls rushed to you, one of them sitting against the vanity that was in front of you while the other one took no time in beginning on your hair. They were both extremely sweet which almost made you feel bad for being intimidating. You tried to make conversation with them, asking them how they got into cosmetics and what they like in their free time, but you could tell the six men standing along the opposite wall were making them very uncomfortable.

"Yous. Out." You said sternly looking at the line of men, making the girl who started dabbing your foundation on your cheeks jump slightly. "Sorry." You whispered to her taking her smile as an apology accepted as the men filed out of the room.

"They can be a little intimidating at times." You say as sweet as you can get, which wasn't something you were used to.

"A little?" The one standing behind you said with an amused smile as she fluffed your now dry hair. You chucked at her response. "Jooyoung." She said smiling to you in the mirror

"Mina." The other said.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do that you need six body guards to watch you get hair and makeup?" Mina said dipping the beauty blender into the foundation that sat on the top of her hand.

"Let's just say I'm a very important person. I don't want to bore you with the details." You said smirking at yourself. She nodded and smiled moving on to a powder.

The small talk was sweet, you didn't have too many girl friends so being able to have some non work related conversations with some girls who weren't whores was something you appreciated. They did everything you asked them to perfectly and you even allowed Mina to talk you into a nude shadow that worked a lot better than you expected it too. They stayed in the room with you, the conversation to fun for them to leave just yet as you walked into the closet.

"So this is a business dinner. Do I go with the red or the black?" You said holding up an skin tight red dress that had long mesh sleeves and and a low back in one hand and a completely mesh black knee length dress that had thick black lines that made squares across the material. The two girls looked at one another before back to you.

"Black." They both said. You smiled and rose a sharp eyebrow at them before turning back into the closet and slipping into a very skimpy black thong and pulling the dress over your head, adjusting the material so all the lines were straight to cover your nipples.

"Black or red?" You said exiting the closet once again holding two pairs of very high stilettos.

"Red." They both said again with excitement in their eyes as they watched you slipped the red heels on.

"I hope you don't mind but I saw these and..." Jooyoung said standing up and reaching into a bag that sat on the vanity and pulled two thin long gold earrings out. You smiled and walked over to her before putting them in your ears and then reached for your mafias signet ring and placed it on your pinky finger.

"What ever business deal your doing is going to go your way just by the way you look." Mina said biting on her thumb as she watched you twirl.

"Then I think it's time to give these boys a piece of my mind." You said with a wink and walking out of the room, now with your long fur coat.

The boys escorted the girls out and with a quick wave back to them you let your smile drop as you entered business mode. You reached your solid gold gun that was actually doubled as lighter to place in the garter around your thigh, slipped your cigarette case in your jacket pocket and then turned back to the boys who now stood in front of you in all black suits.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" You said waiting to be lead out of the room.

You pulled up to the fancy restaurant and set your game face on and despite it growing dark outside you still slipped your black cat eye sunglasses on before taking Ule's hand so you could brace against him as you exited the sleek black car. They walked behind you in rows of two as you strutted, the curls that fell down you back bouncing with every step you took. You were ushered into the direction of the privet room you would be meeting them in and continued to strut that way, giving the bell boy a dangerous smile as you slipped off your sunglasses.

Vince opened the door and before he could even look at you, you had passed by him and let your coat fall off your shoulders for Ule to catch. You made your way to the end of the table where seven chairs remained empty and you placed your hands on top of the chair in the middle, finally turning to see the twenty other men staring at you in awe.

"Hello, boys." You said with that same dangerous smile you'd given the bell boy.

The men surrounding you looked at one another stunned, and not wanting to be the first to ask if you were the mysterious boss they'd been working with. The only one to make a noise was a man to your right. He chuckled lightly as he lent back in his chair, staring at you as he swirled the contents of his short glass around. You winked at him. And couldn't help but notice the very light blush that touched his cheeks as he lent forward to reposition himself in his seat.

That must be the handsome young leader you've heard about. You made a mental note that he was everything you expected him to be. Lean, with a sharp jaw and eyes to match. There was a child like look deep behind his gaze that peaked through as he gave you a toothy smile and brought his glass up to his lips.

Ule came behind you and pulled out the seat, which you used to lift your leg and slip the gold gun out and placing it on the table.

"Oh calm down gentlemen." You started sitting down and reaching for your cigarette case, noticing the uncomfortable look they all held.

You pointed it at one of the older men and pulled the trigger before laughing at all the scared expressions that softened when all that came out was a soft flame. You brought it up to your lips and lit the cigarette, smirking as the handsome one lent over his very stern faced friend to ask you to light his.

"Well. Stall we get started?" One of the older men asked, finally shifting all eyes off of you. You pouted took a long drag but listened carefully to what was being said. The waiter brought you your martini, and you sipped it slowly.

Every time a new topic was brought up you rolled you eyes, they weren't saying anything new and you were getting annoyed as the three groups seemed to skip around and around the same topics.

"Ms. Cappucio, you haven't said much." One of the older men said.

You put your drink down and lent back, watching as the men squirmed to not look at the amount of breast you were exposing to the room.

"That's cause I'm bored." You said causing the men to look at one another, the handsome one just chuckled again.

"Excuse me ma'am, but these are important matters." He said, almost looking worried as to what you would do if he was in any way rude to you.

"Sure." You said placing your drink on the table. "But tell me, what part of these situations have I," you pause to emphasize the word. "Not already delt with. Your dock? No ones touching that. You're warehouses? No ones searching those. And your... everything? Well... I've already handled that haven't I?" You said making sure to look at the handsome man last who now just nodded at you.

"And we appreciate you're help, we really do, you're a powerful and great ally for us. But we have to acknowledge that it's happened once. Why won't it happen again?"

"Do you not trust me?" You said calmly.

"Honestly ma'am, not really. Up until a few minutes ago we had no idea who you were. It was like... like a..."

"Guardian angel." The Handsome one said, looking straight at you. You nodded, hiding all facial expressions to hide the fact his words made your stomach flip. "I think we all put our faith in Ms. Cappucio for a reason. I'd be insulted if the group of men whos asses I just saved were doubting me." He said, the two of you now looking to the rest of the men who all bowed their head slightly.

"Well, is there any other business we need to discuss?" You said lighting another cigarette.

"One last thing." The old man said. "We, as grateful as we are for your help, want to create a closer bond with you. To help you as much as you've helped us. We've requested you to move here. Temporarily, of course, so we can really express our gratitude. And I promise it will be worth it." He said with serious eyes.

"So, what your asking me to do is up and leave all my men and their families who put their trust, faith, and love in me to vacation in Seoul and live under your order?" You said, growing a little offended.

"We've all pitched in on a small community. Any family's who feel uncomfortable with you being gone can have their own house. Think of it was a small Italian community right here in the city you've been so kind towards."

"So now you expect me to up and leave to live in an area all of you know where to find me at? I'm guessing you'll be controlling the gates?"

"Actually, Val," Carlo started. You glared at him for using your pet name in front of these men. "Valentina, we've already done all that. It was going to be a birthday present, you know another vacation home. They don't know where it is, or anything about it. They all just pitched in their gratitude."

"And I wasn't informed about this, why?" You said getting angry, your brother held up his hands in attempt to calm you down, he knew once you got mad there is little you wouldn't do. "Like I said, it was a surprise." You placed the gold gun on the table and looked around the room, the handsome one was the only one with anything more than a worried look on their face. He was amused with you.

"Sweetheart, were all just trying show our gratitude."

You groaned aggravated, and slammed the butt of the gun on the table and aimed it at the waiter who walked into the room and shot him, the loud bang of the gun that the men all thought was a lighter startled them out of their seat as Ule and another one of your boys, Dino, stood to hook their arms under the poor boys shoulders to drag him out.

"Listen here." You said hitting the butt of the gun again and making everyone jump before lighting your third cigarette of the night. "I'm not your sweetheart, or doll or princess. Technically I own you I'm just polite enough to not make you think I do. If there one thing you want to know about me, since you feel like you know nothing; it's don't fuck with me." You said placing the cigarette in your mouth for a long draw before exhaling and sitting back down in your chair.

"Thank you for the house. I'll consider your offer." You said waving your perfectly manicured hands at them.

They all stood and bowed low before exiting the room, fear still heavy in their eyes. The only person who didn't leave was the handsome one, who instead came around to place himself on the table in front of you. You lent back to see him better.

"You're feisty." He said leaning to look at you eye to eye. You smirked, lifting your legs to cross your ankles on the table next to him. He took that as an okay to talk to you.

"Kwon Jiyong." He said holding out his hand. You gave him yours and instead of shaking it he took the opportunity to kiss your ring, never breaking eye contact.

"Well, Mr. Kwon, it's important to have a little surprise to you." He chuckled at this.

"You walked in this room not as the big fat Italian man we expected basically naked in red high heels and killed someone because someone else called you sweetheart." He chuckled, his eyes full of excitement.

"Almost killed him. I just broke his clavicle. He'll have full use of it in a month." You winked causing his smile to grow even more. You smiled and looked over to see your brothers laughing with two of his men and sighed.

"I like you Jiyong. You're smart, almost as smart as me," you started leaning in and making him smile again. "I think we're going to be good friends."

"Good enough for you to be my plus one to an upcoming event I'm hosting?" He said smirking.

"Are you asking me on a date?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. A date."

"What a power couple." You joked making his cheeks tingle again.

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waitinginthedarke · 7 years ago

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BIGBANG - MAFIA!AU - SERIES 3

A BIGBANG FANFICTION

Summary: The saying goes, ‘the mafia is family, the mafia is home’…but even if ‘the mafia is home’…is it really the right place to raise a child?

A/N: For those that aren’t enjoying the beauty that is Eurovision, here is Chapter two of mafia! :D

Masterlist (including series one and two)

Recommended Listening: Nova Neon - Stone to a balloon

Chapter 4

JIYONG

‘Jagi…I’ve just got a text from Seungri, I’m going to head down to the office for a little while…I’ll be back in an hour, okay?’ Jiyong murmurs to you, stroking your hair gently as you grumble yourself out of sleep, blinking groggily as you open your eyes and peer up to see him sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Mmm, Let me get dressed, I’ll come with you-‘

‘Its okay, Beautiful. Its not an emergency, so just stay here and get some more sleep…I’ve posted two people outside the doors so if you need anything just shout for them. But I’ll be back before you notice.’ He says quietly, smiling warmly at you, and without any evidence of stress or tension on his face, your will to argue dies down only too quickly. However, before he manages to leave you reach out to pull on his shirt, hearing him chuckle at you as you pull him down to you so that he could kiss you, before letting him go with a sleepy smile and muttering a quiet ‘Love you’.

He’d made sure he didn’t look concerned in front of you, knowing all too well that if you cottoned on to anything being wrong, you’d immediately attach yourself to him like a limpet. It had helped that you were incredibly tired from the past week’s events, but even as he made his way easily down to the office in the opposite wing of the mansion, he found himself feeling bad for not telling you the entire truth; that the message he’d received from the youngest member of the gang for some reason had put him on edge...but he had yet to find out why.

However, he isn’t able to focus on his regretful thoughts for long as he catches up with Seungri heading toward the office where the two of them were meeting, the text message he’d sent Jiyong only 5 minutes before, explaining that he needed to talk to him urgently- although he’d never told him what it was about.

‘Whats wrong? I assume its important with it being so early.’ Jiyong calls as he speeds up to walk with him, looking up at the younger man and seeing him pause on his way to the oak door that beheld the office as he waits for his boss to catch up, bags hanging low beneath his eyes as had been the norm as of late.

‘I don’t know, I assume Youngbae’s found something to do with the external links of the gang we took out the other day.’ Seungri responds, his voice sounding tired, but the way he words his explanation makes Jiyong frown as he slows to a stop before the office and reaches out to open the door.

‘So... when you said you needed to talk to me urgently, its actually Youngbae that has the information?’ he asks, entering the room and feeling his eyes tighten in immediate unease and suspicion when he sees Youngbae and Daesung sat in the centre of the room before him, both standing (although Youngbae slightly uneasily due to his leg still not being fully healed) as Jiyong enters, and appearing to look at him as though they were expecting him to say something.

‘What do you mean, Hyung? I got a text from Youngbae 5 minutes ago saying he found something out on that gang-‘

‘Why are you two here?!’ Jiyong instantly demands as he feels the hair rise on the back of his neck, the feeling of unease that had ignited initially with the text from Seungri instantly returning, and the sense that something was wrong- which was the one thing that Jiyong was usually always accurate with- immediately makes itself known.

‘We got a message from Seungri.’ They both respond simultaneously, the confirmation in their words, causing Jiyong to look around the room, and pause for all of 3 seconds, before he turns and looks stoically down the corridor, staring as he begins to wait anxiously.

‘-Wait! I didn’t send any-‘

‘Jiyong. What is it? Why-‘

‘None of us sent those messages. But whose the only one of us that’s missing?’ Jiyong mutters under his breath, hoping against hope that he was about to be proved wrong and that Seunghyun was about to walk through the doors at the end of the corridor and stalk toward him in his usual fashion-

-but as soon as Seungri had become the main tool in the situation, Jiyong had known that the older man would be behind whatever was going on.

Only unlike all the times before, when it had been about pranking the guys, or protesting against some action that Jiyong had dictated the gang to take against something or other….the quiet of the mansion and the stillness that surrounded each man, made Jiyong think that this wasn’t like before...

‘Daesung, did you just come from the barn?’ he asks suddenly, turning his head quickly to look back at the younger man and seeing him nod affirmatively in confirmation, as Jiyong thinks back to what you’d relayed to him earlier after your visit to the wooden prison.

‘Was Seunghyun there?’

‘No. I took over his shift an hour ago…he didn’t come back after that. When I got the text from Seungri I left the captives in the hands of 2 members of higher rank security.’ He explains, and its just as he says this that a gun shot echoes outside the building.

There is no hesitation.

Youngbae lunges over to the window, drawing his gun from his belt as he does so, whilst Jiyong and the others sprint down the corridor, launching themselves down the 2 flights of stairs before legging it out of the main door.

‘Seungri get the front. Daesung training room, and then with me. I’m going for the barn.’ Jiyong demands, not bothering to stop sprinting and simply shouting the words to the open air, knowing the guys would hear them anyway.

Despite the repeated fast thumping of his shoes over the compacted soil, Jiyong’s ears where listening out for any sound whatsoever within the mile radius of the barn, his instincts already telling him it would be deserted by the time he opened the door, before he instantly slows to a silent stop as he gets to the entrance, before walking in without a sound.

He was right.

After Y/N had explained to him what she’d witnessed between Seunghyun and Kyungil in the barn, the way the prisoner would react to her interaction with his friend, and the way Seunghyun had refused to give anything away- which in itself had told Jiyong something was going on in his mind- he’d known his friend was thinking of planning something. Seunghyun wasn’t a man to linger, and the fact that he’d kept Kyungil imprisoned for so long without killing him – even if it was on Jiyong’s order; they usually didn’t mean anything in situations such as that with their current prisoners- indicated that his older friend had become infatuated with the reason behind the gangs attack on the mansion.

And Jiyong couldn’t blame him.

Looking at the open door of Kyungil’s cage, he wanted to hit himself for not acting sooner, for being so consumed with himself and Y/N, as well as the issue of the elusive child, that he hadn’t bothered to act on the issue that had been bothering Seunghyun; the fact that the gang had broken into the mansion…

...for him.

‘Well, what the fuck are we going to do now? The unit doesn’t function without him! And if there really is a huge threat hanging over his head, we’re all royally f-‘

‘Seungri! Will you just shut up for one second?’ Jiyong snaps, continuing to pace the wall of windows of the office where they’d regrouped- minus Daesung who had returned to watch over the remaining prisoners who had been left behind in the barn, repeatedly looking out every now and again as though he expected his oldest comrade to simply appear on the gravel below him, despite knowing that Seunghyun wouldn’t come back until he had answers.

There was no point in chasing him, they’d only find him if he wanted to be found…

Jiyong knew that all too well.

Unfortunately, the shock of Seunghyun’s sudden departure didn’t come without the anger and confusion it provoked in the others.

‘But, what if Seungri’s right, Jiyong? What if Hyung really is in danger?’ Youngbae pipes up tentatively from where he was perched on the leather sofa in the middle of the room, watching his friend as he paced, and expecting him to explode back at him for asking such a question, but instead a feeling of dread enters him as only silence answers his question.

‘Someone should go and take over from Daesung. He hasn’t slept since yesterday morning.’ Is all Jiyong answers, the voice in his brain that was trying to come up with a plan, only suggesting that the most help he’d get would be from the one man in the gang who was closest to Seunghyun.

‘I’ll go.’ Seungri sighs, aggravation still clear in his tone as he shoves himself off of the desk and stalks toward the door, the emptiness of the room being echoed by his footsteps that ring clearly across the marble floor. But the obnoxiously obvious vacancy in the room is interrupted when there is a sudden knock at the door just as Seungri reaches out to open it, revealing you stood behind it in your dressing gown.

‘Oh. Hey. ….is everything okay?’ you ask quietly, having just left the bedroom to find Jiyong after he’d been gone for longer than he’d said, smiling politely to the guard beside you who’d escorted you down, and telling him he could return to his post as you slip into the room, immediately becoming away of the tension that gripped the men despite their seemingly relaxed postures, and instantly feeling yourself slip into business mode.

‘Send Daesung up when you take over.’ Jiyong nods to Seungri, indicating for the younger man to leave, and you’re surprised by the forcefulness behind the way he closes the door as he leaves, feeling your skin prick uneasily as you shuffle over to where Jiyong was leant back on the window sill, locking eyes with Youngbae as you go, but only watching as he shakes his head minutely, before hanging it heavy on his shoulders.

‘Ji?...whats going on?’ you ask, arriving beside him, and reaching out to touch his hand where his arms were crossed tightly across his chest, wanting him to lift his head so you could see his expression, but only garnering the response of his fingers struggling to unclench from his elbow so that he could inter-link them slightly with yours.

‘Seunghyun’s gone.’ He mutters after a long pause of quiet, finally raising his head with a long drawn in breath, and trying to smile sadly at you, but the expression quickly crumples into thinly concealed frustration as he turns his head to the side to look out the window once again, conveniently keeping his expression hidden from Youngbae across the room -although the other man was lost in his own thoughts anyway.

‘What do you mean he’s gone?’ you ask softly and quietly, confusion making you uneasy as you fully fold your hand around his to try and offer him some comfort that you could see he blatantly needed. However, he suddenly stands up and turns fully away from Youngbae to pull you into his arms, burying his head in your neck and causing you to hold him tight, giving him the comfort he desperately needed, and the move only causes you to become even more concerned as you look over his shoulder at his friend collapsed on the sofa, face hidden from your view.

‘He tricked us all into coming here to meet, and whilst we were unaware he- he released Kyungil and ran… We’ve looked everywhere, but he’s definitely gone.’ He murmurs, his fingers curling frustratedly, and agitatedly, against your ribs where his arms were crossed around your back, but you’re too busy getting lost in your own thoughts as you think back to a few hours before when you’d been in the barn with the two of them, all thoughts centered on the way the two had responded to one another…

…how they’d seemed to share a secret.

‘I don’t suppose you’re going to try looking for him?’ you ask in a hushed voice, knowing just as well as Jiyong did that if Seunghyun had gone there was no point in trying to look for him; he’d only come back on his own terms- but you felt the need to fill the silence with something.

‘No.’ is all he answers, finally lifting his head to sit his chin atop your hair, once again looking out the window, and you hold him tighter with how pitiful he seemed, subconsciously continuing to look for his friend despite how fruitless any attempts were.

After a moment of silence that seems to swallow the room, the door is once again opening and you glance over to see Daesung walking in, his face drawn and shaded with grey, appearing the most tired you think you’d ever seen him, but as he walks over to stand across from Youngbae, bringing him closer to where you were stood with Jiyong, you couldn’t help but make out the slight rim of red that outlined his eyes, and revealed just how he felt about Seunghyun’s disappearance.

‘Seungri said you wanted to see me.’ He mutters, remaining in business mode, despite the way he clears his throat at the end, giving away to anyone not already aware how emotional he was. You slip your arms back from around Jiyong then, allowing him to move away from you as he addresses Daesung, walking over to the other man and patting him on the shoulder as he turns him to face him, Daesung for all intents and purposes, remaining stoic as he locks eyes with him.

‘Dae…you know Seunghyun better than anyone. As much as any of us wants to believe that we’re the one that truly knows the man the most, its you through and through who understands him to a level that none of us do…and that’s why I have to ask you this; ….did you know he was going to do it?’

‘No.’ Daesung responds instantly, no anger in his tone, no hint of being upset, just a complete blank canvas that the sudden action that Seunghyun had undergone had left behind to consume his friend.

‘Did you ever observe any strange interactions between him and Kyungil?-‘

‘The two were close. Despite the fact that he was behind bars, it was obvious every time I’d walk in to take over his shift that the two had built a relationship past criminal and guard.’ He states matter of fact-ly, glancing behind at you slightly nervously- something you barely ever saw him do- before a resolve enters his gaze and he continues.

‘I never said anything, because…well, because…he always seemed less…dormant…happier, if that makes sense, after his shifts watching them. I didn’t think it had ever been anything to worry about because it was Hyung….he’s-he’s the most straight laced, rule-abiding one out of us all, I-I didn’t think he’d ever-‘

He stops talking suddenly, bowing his head in silence and simply the sight of Daesung struggling to keep hold of himself has you turning toward the window and swallowing thickly, blinking away the tears that had built up in your eyes with the more emotional the man’s voice had become as he’d spoken, and proceeding to hear Jiyong repeatedly pat his back in comfort.

Moments before when you’d found out about what he’d done, you’d been worried for Seunghyun, worried that he could be getting himself into any kind of trouble, but knowing he’d still most likely come back to the gang with a result of some kind.

However, after listening to Daesung’s muffled sobs that are silenced against Jiyong’s shoulder as he and Youngbae embrace the younger man…you begin to think that it might not be alright after all...

SEUNGHYUN

He could hear the man’s breaths as they ran, Seunghyun periodically scanning behind them as they sprinted through the thick forest, heading in a general north-eastern direction in keeping with Seunghyun’s knowledge of the roadways around the mansion area.

But this time, unlike all the other times before, as he ran alongside the quiet, exhilarated, laughter of Kyungil, Seunghyun found himself genuinely smiling; a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time.

‘Its only another mile.’ Seunghyun gently pants as he sidles up alongside the other man, the two of them slowing marginally to a jog, as they run alongside one another.

‘Really? I was quite enjoying this little escapade.’ The other man pants back, chuckling when he snorts at him, before Seunghyun shoves him to the side and once again begins to sprint, laughing himself when he hears Kyungil chase after him, making to tackle him and missing pitifully when the black haired man pulls out some of his honed dodging skills to dodge his playful attack.

‘You’re not like they said you’d be.’ Kyungil calls as he attempts to catch up with him, forcing himself to move that tiny bit faster so that he could resume running alongside the other man, catching a glimpse of the hint of confusion that contorts the curve of his brow.

‘I never am.’ Seunghyun responds blankly, trying to keep humur in his tone, but finding himself getting caught up in the still anonymous identity of this ‘they’ that Kyungil continued to refer to without giving any hints as to who they were.

‘They said you’d be cold, silent, that you’d be able to sense the number of kills from you by a simple look-‘

‘And you don’t think that that’s true?’ Seunghyun smirks, checking his watch absentmindedly which revealed their coordinates and distance to the nearest road, as well as telling him they’d already been gone 15 minutes and that Jiyong would most definitely have cottoned onto their absence by then.

‘Oh, sure. They were perfectly correct in that sense. …they just missed out the part about how caring you were.’ Kyungil murmurs off-handedly between pants, but the words have Seunghyun stuttering in his pace, and he narrowly avoids tripping on a vine that had risen up from the forest floor, almost in an attempt to get him to stop moving forward and to turn back; like it knew one of its own was leaving.

He knew the second of silence that spanned too long had clued Kyungil into the unease he felt on the topic being turned toward himself, but rather than remedy the situation and retort with some smooth, smart comeback, he chose to remain silent, focusing back on the escape plan at hand and trying not to get caught up in the way that he could feel the other man watching him.

‘I’ve seen the way you like to hide away from it…how you choose to uphold this cold exterior to terrify your enemies, and the captives you keep…but I’ve also seen how dedicated you are to your cause; how you move within your team; how you care for the others constantly, and barely spare a thought for yourself…-‘

‘Stop.’ Seunghyun mutters, seeing the opening for the highway to the next town up ahead of him through the trees and making to up his pace as a way of ending the conversation…

…but that’s before Kyungil grabs his arm and forces him to stop.

‘Why’re you so scared to show people this side of you-‘

‘I said stop.’ Seunghyun restates, this time throwing Kyungil a look that told him not to push him on the matter, and that catches the other man off-guard as he stands staring across at him, mouth hanging open slightly in concern and confusion since he’d never received the look from him before.

Its as Seunghyun turns back toward the road and the two men sprint out onto the tarmac surface, before the black haired man pauses to look up and down the road and assess which way they had to go, that Kyungil takes a moment to take him in; seeing the proud way in which he held himself, the rigid almost military like posture and calculation of his movements, the precise analytical gaze that darted across everything in view, robotically taking everything in to observe any potential threats, aids, and escapes.

‘You’re just like him, you know?’

Seunghyun freezes in his analysis of his surroundings at the other man’s comment, a feeling of dread, with a hint of what almost felt like suspended hope, filling his gut as he takes a moment to draw in a deep breath before turning to Kyungil, eyeing him for a moment and locking gazes, daring him to say something to anger him, before asking the question that the two men knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

‘And who would this ‘him’ be that you’re referring to?’ he mutters, voice surprising him by not being as strong as it usually was, but even as he takes in the soft way that Kyungil’s lips curl up at the edges, almost like he was pitying Seunghyun, the black haired man realized that subconsciously, he’d always known the answer to who was behind sending Kyungil to get him.

‘Your father.’

(T.B.C)

A/N: As much as the recent news about Seunghyun may upset some of you reading, and many of his fans, i want you all to remember the joy that the man has brought us as a performer, as a member of BIGBANG, and as the inspirational person he is. It may seem bad now, but Seunghyun never gave up on VIPs or BIGBANG, so dont give up on him.

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oppatxtme · 4 years ago

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JAY PARK: TARTARUS ESCAPADE (2)

xx~ JAY PARK x Reader ~xx

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: Series Chapter 1 .. Chapter 3 (to be posted)

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The man looked at you with an evil look that you counter look at him with your eyes full of hatred.

"Oh, don't give me that look dear.. like you look at me like I'm a stranger to you," he said in a seductive tone. Your eyebrow twitched

The man walked forward and crossed his arms.

"Don't ever call me 'dear' again or I'll kill you with my bare hands" you said clenching your fist tighter.

"Whoa! Take it, easy babe. I'm not gonna bite. I'm just here as requested by 'Him'. he said with a grin.

"You're just a newbie. So I'll give you an advise - stay the fvck away from me. You don't have any idea who you are talking to 'sinbyeong'.

Even tho it was obvious that he was a bit older than you.. you called him sinbyeong - rookie because he was just new to the organization, and your status is way higher than him.

You walked past him but stopped when you heard him say...

"Oh, but I do know who you are. The infamous Medusa. Medusa because of those beautiful eyes that turn red when you about to kill your victim. Rarely enough that you can only be seen when the moon is full." he managed to catch up to you and continued "I can't believe that I am now standing in front of the assassin 'The Black Mistress'" he said laughing with joy.

Both of you are now standing back to back.

"Stop with your nonsense. Your not my fan. If you don't shut your mouth, I'll do it for you." you said then the man was holding your hand. It caught your eye as he was as fast as you.

"You!?" you said trying still trying to conceal your anger towards the man in front of you that is currently holding your hand.

"Why you have a cut in your hand babe? This is no good. 'He' will not be happy about this at all" he was about to kiss the cut in your hand.

Your eyebrow twitched again and immediately pulled your hand from him.

"How dare you!" your blood is boiling. You can't take it anymore. You grab him from his throat and push him against the wall - hard. Your eyes turned red cause of the anger inside you.

"Yes! Those eyes! Those stunning eyes that I want to see. Magnificent!" the man said with his devilish smile even when you're crashing his throat - as if he doesn't feel anything.

"Damn you!" you shout out of anger. Your voice echoing in the hall then suddenly a long whip grab your arm that was holding the man's throat.

"That's enough," said the voice from your behind. "The two of you should not be fighting," she said making the whip tighter to my hand.

"Mistress, you're not supposed to strangle the man since he's now part of our team." Hoody said.

"You mean his the -"

"Yes. He is the G-Dragon the Master's talking about. He's Kwon Ji-Yong.

"How can it be.. this man can't be part of our team Hoody. Since when?" you said in disbelief.

"Just now I guess. The Master is impressed with his abilities that he promoted him to be part of our team." Hoody continued.

"You know, it's rude looking at someone else mind without consent," Ji-Yong said to Hoody.

You sighed. Trying to calm your self.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you now, but next time. I won't let someone else stop me," you said to Ji-Yong.

"Hoody, can you do me a favor and told to your Master that I'm done with the mission. I'm heading out," you said and walked away.

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You woked up sweating and catching your breath. You looked at the clock on your wall. 3:30 AM. You had the same nightmare for a couple of months now.

You got off from the bed and walked towards your mini patio to breathe some cold breeze outside.

You looked up in the sky and saw that it's the full moon. Naturally, your eyes turned red looking at it. Thinking about the nightmare you had - you sighed and took one of the bottled milk from your side table.

While you were deep in thoughts, you heard the empty milk bottle fall. You turn around and you see a shadow from the other side of your room. You held the bottle you have tight as you wait for the owner of the shadow come forward...

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A/N: Okay guys.. next chapter will be up next week as well ^_^

Thank you for reading. You keep me moving ♥

Please do follow - like - reblog ♥

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years ago

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 14

Jiyong realises something very important.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know immediately.

Now, things are coming to a close. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot. This chapter has a lot of Suho. It also has a good amount of Xiumin:))

This is the last part of the series and I’m so sorry it took me so long to upload it :(((( I know it’s been ages, but after all of this, I just blanked out when it came to the ending. Thanks for supporting me and following the story :)) I’m going to miss this one :))

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language.

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You had no idea what to expect. You turned to Jiyong, eyebrows raised, wondering what Joonmyeon could possibly want, but Jiyong looked just as stumped as you. He was also way angrier. His eyes immediately became cold and hard.

“What does that fucker want now?”

You gently took his hand, trying to calm him down.

“Let’s go into this with an open mind? Maybe he wants to come up with some sort of agreement?”

Jiyong tried to conceal his anger but that didn’t work very well. His jaw was absolutely taut when he spoke.

“Y/N, he wants to fuck things up somehow. Why else would he want you there? You’re the one person I’m scared of disappointing.”

You planted a light kiss on his cheek, instantly making him relax.

“Then maybe that’s a good thing. You won’t do anything that would disappoint me.”

He sighed, but he kissed you back.

“You’re right, Y/N. You’re the only person I can stay calm for.”

The two of you walked into Jongin’s room, that had been turned into a makeshift conference room. Joonmyeon was there in a wheelchair. Yixing and Sehun were also there with their hands bound, both flanked by Hanbin and Mino, making sure neither of them try something funny. Jiyong took his place at the head of the table, prepared to let Joonmyeon start, but Joonmyeon looked up straight at you. Still looking at you, he said,

“No Jiyong. That seat isn’t for you. That seat is for her. Your side of the table is over there.”

Jiyong stretched his neck, unable to believe what Joonmyeon just told him. You were also in complete shock. Why would he want you at the head of the table? Before you could overthink it, Joonmyeon said,

“I want Y/N to be the head and mediator of this meeting. She can guide us towards a merger.”

His eyes were thrown at you, as though daring you to take up the challenge, daring you to mess up. Jiyong eyes turned dark with pure, unadulterated rage and he was about to step in when you met Joonmyeon’s gaze. This guy had messed with you one too many times. You had had enough.

“Okay Joonmyeon. I will.”

Every single head in the room whipped towards you, wondering what you were playing at. Jiyong, still in shock, quietly got up and went to his seat. You sat down, slowly crossing your legs. Your eyes were so determined, they were nearly piercing through Joonmyeon. No one there had ever seen you that way before. Not even when they first abducted you. Staring straight at him, you began.

“Well, Joonmyeon, what did you want to discuss?”

Your gaze was hostile, openly challenging him to try and mess with you. Joonmyeon hated it. He hated that he felt so guilty about harming you and Jongin. He hated that he owed you his life. He hated that he couldn’t completely hate you. This was just his way of trying to find reasons to hate you. But none of this struggle showed on the outside. Eyes cold and calculating, he said,

“If we’re doing a merger, only I have control over my men.”

Even before he finished the sentence, you could feel the anger and the protests from the rest of the room, including EXO, but you silenced them all with a glare. Joonmyeon just wanted to make things messy and you wouldn’t let him. Jiyong snarled when he heard that, but he calmed down when he looked at you there, his grip on his gun slowly loosening. Your voice was quiet but firm when you spoke.

“Joonmyeon, I don’t think you understand your position. You asked for a merger. Not a partnership. With a merger, you become part of an organisation and work the same way the organisation had worked. So, no. You won’t be the only person to have control over your troops. You will be at the level assigned to you. And you will have to report to Jiyong.”

Joonmyeon already knew all of that, but he just wanted to get a rise out of you. Nonchalantly stretching, he said,

“Okay, but I’m second in command.”

That was too much for Jiyong to bear and he scoffed. He threw his head back to laugh and then he slammed the table. His voice was dangerously detached when he did speak.

“Joonmyeon, is this a joke to you?”

You saw the glint in Joonmyeon’s eyes. He was happy he succeeded in getting a rise out of Jiyong. He felt that it somehow validated his behaviour and his deep-rooted hatred for them, although he knew they weren’t that bad. You had saved his life. Jiyong saved his men. He was just clutching at straws to justify his behaviour. You were determined to not give him those straws. You would make him realise that there wasn’t any justification for his behaviour. He would take accountability and realise where he went wrong, so that he could go back to being himself, instead of being obsessed with taking Jiyong down. Your hand quietly wrapped around Jiyong’s hand, silently urging him to not say anything. Jiyong eyes flashed, and he glared at you, annoyed that you were telling him to not react, but he kept quiet anyway. You tried to look at Joonmyeon, but he was refusing to look at you. He didn’t want to make eye contact. He could only put up the act as long as someone didn’t see through him. You tried to get him to peacefully meet your gaze, but when he absolutely refused to, you resorted to desperate measures. Standing up, you grabbed his chin and forced him to look straight at you. Your voice was still calm when you said,

“Joonmyeon, you and I both know that’s not going to happen. You might not even get a commanding post for a while, because you, Yixing and Sehun have to prove your loyalties first. How are we supposed to trust you after everything that happened? You turned on Jongin. Why wouldn’t you do that again?”

Joonmyeon could feel this crushing pain when you said that. He didn’t want to accept that he did that, but there was no other way to it. Joonmyeon lost all fight when you said that. You had seen through him. He quietly slipped out of your grasp and turned to Jongin, bowing deeply before saying,

“Jongin, I’m sorry.”

Jongin sat there, on his bed, in complete and utter shock. Joonmyeon hyung never apologised, especially not in front of other people. He was too in shock to say anything. Heart sinking even further, Joonmyeon turned to you, bowed and apologised. He then looked up and for the first time, his eyes were genuine.

“Thank you for saving my life Y/N.”

Everyone other than Minseok was in shock. Minseok had the slightest smile on his face.

“Maybe we will get out Joonmyeon back after all.”

Sehun and Yixing were both furious, and they were about to protest it, and Hanbin and Mino were ready to supress it, but you beat them to it. Voice cool, you said,

“To prove their loyalty, Joonmyeon, Yixing and Sehun will work directly under Minseok and Youngbae for the next three months to start with. They’ll work on the Hongdae area.”

Joonmyeon’s head shot up when he heard you. You were giving them control over Hongdae? The area that they’d been fighting for? Joonmyeon’s eyes teared up a little. He would finally get to take care of his sister’s grave. Joonmyeon immediately bowed before you. Yixing and Sehun were too shocked to do anything except stare at you in disbelief.

“Thank you, Y/N. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

You had the slightest smile on your face when you replied,

“You’re welcome Joonmyeon.”

Jiyong sat there watching all the events unfold, feeling detached. He didn’t mind that you were making decisions for him. he knew the others wouldn’t mind either. He knew it was only because of you that they managed to resolve things with Joonmyeon. But he was more worried about the other things. The slight tremble in your hands from dealing with this. Your pale and tired face. Your tendency to flinch slightly when people make sudden movements. The near imperceptible tremor in your voice. You weren’t used to this, and it scared you. He felt awful. You didn’t deserve this. You had been through so much. You needed a break. And he would make sure you got one. For the first time in his life, Jiyong decided he would take a break with you. It wasn’t because he wanted to take a break, but more because you needed him around. As weird as it was, although Jiyong was the one drawing you into this world, your only way to feel better about everything was around him. And also, for the simple reason that he missed you, and couldn’t stand being away from you any longer. He was staring at you, making up his mind about exactly what to do when you turned to him.

“Jiyong, that’s okay right?”

He didn’t hear you. He had zoned you out, wondering how he got so lucky as to have you in his life. He would protect that at all costs. He would protect you at all costs. He would protect your happiness at all costs. You raised your eyebrows, wondering why he didn’t reply. You mentally scolded yourself for shooting your mouth off like that without talking to him first. You turned to Jiyong, much more nervous.

“Jiyong? All okay, Love?”

The vibe of the meeting had changed. Everything was much more relaxed. Sehun was trying hard not to cry, Yixing was apologising to everyone, Jongin was playfully guilt-tripping a very apologetic Joonmyeon about his injuries. But when you said that, everyone turned to Jiyong, a little nervous. He had a rather…intimidating reputation. Youngbae was the only one who was sure Jiyong would be okay with it. He was more interested in watching the drama between you and Jiyong unfold. Jiyong just stared at you, looking at him nervously. There was one thing that was different about you. No matter how nervous you were at that moment, there was no fear in your eyes. You looked at him trustingly, knowing fully well that no matter how dangerous a man he is, he would never hurt you. Ever. Jiyong didn’t bother answering your question. Jiyong just stood up, leaned over the table, grabbed your face and kissed you. A deep, hungry kiss. All his longing, all his fears, all his worries were in that. He deepened the kiss because as he felt your soft hands gently caress his bruised knuckles and kiss him back, he realised that there was something he needed to do. He needed to meet his grandmother.

You were very surprised when you were pulled up from your seat and kissed like there was no tomorrow, but you kissed him back equally longingly. You had missed him. You had never stopped worrying about him. You were right. You didn’t know whether there was going to be a tomorrow. You kissed him until you felt like you had the feel of his lips committed to memory. Cheers erupted all around you, although the two of you were quite oblivious to it. Hanbin rolled his eyes, laughing at the two of you while Jongin whistled. Hanbin leaned over and muttered to Jongin.

“Thank god the two of them are back together. I didn’t think it was possible, but they’re more annoying on their own.”

Jongin scoffed.

“Hanbin, I can see that you’re tearing up.”

Jiyong pulled away first, both of you gasping for breath. You blushed at all the hooting boys around you, some newer than others, but all equally determined to embarrass you. Jiyong didn’t even bother to acknowledge the hooting. He just turned to Youngbae and whispered something in his ear, making you look at him quizzically. He turned to give you a quick, reassuring smile before speaking.

“Okay. Now that the merger is done, I have an announcement. I’m going to be away for a month. Youngbae is second in command. Don’t try to reach me unless it’s absolutely urgent.”

Your heart fell. He was going to be away for a month. After everything. When you had just gotten back together. You had missed him so much. But you tried your best to not let your face fall, sticking a weak smile on your face. If he was leaving, it had to be important. You would talk to him about it in private. Everyone nodded except Hanbin. Hanbin was pouting when he said,

“Who’s after Youngbae hyung?”

Jiyong froze for a second, staring at Hanbin before sighing and answering.

“Seunghyun hyung.”

“After him?”

“Daesung.”

“After him?”

“Minseok.”

Minseok looked surprised while Hanbin’s pout deepened.

“Hanbin, are you really going to make me list this out in order?”

“Yes.”

Jiyong glared at him and answered.

“Then it’s Mino. Then it’s Jongdae. Then it’s Baekhyun. Then Chanyeol. Then it’s you. Then it’s Jongin. Then it’s Kyungsoo. Then it’s Joonmyeon, Yixing and Sehun. In that order.”

While the others laughed at Hanbin arguing with Jiyong, you struggled to keep that smile on your face. Jiyong playfully glared at the rest of the room before grabbing your hand and walking out of the room. Your heart sank even more. He was going to say bye. He was going to leave again. You were staring at the floor, letting yourself get lost in your thoughts when he tilted your head up and beamed at you, the smile leaving quickly when he saw that you weren’t smiling.

“What’s wrong love?”

You bit down on your trembling lips and looked away, not wanting to make him feel worse. He gently cupped your face and made you look at him.

“Talk to me Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m just going to miss you Jiyong.”

He looked terrified.

“Why? Why’re you going to miss me? Are you leaving me?”

You stared at him confused.

“No. You’re going somewhere, remember?”

Jiyong’s brows knitted together in confusion before he laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“Sweetheart, if you think I’m going anywhere without you after not having seen you for the past month, you’re in for a surprise.”

It took a while for it to hit you, but when you finally realised he wasn’t leaving, you hugged him tight, burying your face in his chest. You looked up at him, confused.

“You mean I’m coming with you on work?”

He leaned in and nibbled on your ear, pressing a light kiss against your neck before saying,

“No. I mean we’re going on a holiday.”

Two weeks later, you lay down on the plush bed in Jiyong’s hidden away holiday home, buried under the blankets and wearing his hoodie, so utterly happy with how everything just felt right. You closed your eyes and buried deeper into the bed, enjoying the warmth of it. You felt the bed dip as you heard Jiyong’s sleepy morning voice.

“Good morning love. I got you your tea.”

He sat and was about to sip his tea when you crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling into him. Amused, he asked,

“Do you not plan on letting me drink my tea?”

You took in a deep breath, letting Jiyong’s familiar scent wash over you.

“Nope.’’

“Do you plan on moving from here?”

Pressing a light kiss against his smile, you said,

“Nope.”

You stared out of the balcony. It was 3 am on your last night there, and you were lost in thought while you stared at the stars. That one month was magical. You had Jiyong all to yourself, and both of you sat and worked through the problems in your relationship. You knew you loved him. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You knew you weren’t scared of him. You couldn’t live without him. You didn’t realise how windy it was until he walked out behind you, wrapping a blanket around you. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck.

“Love, you have to be careful. You can’t stand out here in just my t shirt.”

You turned around to face him, wrapping the blanket around the both of you.

“Jiyong, you came out here in just your boxers. I don’t think you should be lecturing me.”

He had this blissful smile as he kissed your forehead.

“I couldn’t help it Y/N. I just needed to be out here with you.”

You had the same blissful smile as you kissed him, letting yourself get lost in the kiss. He pulled away, suddenly looking nervous.

“Y/N, I know we’re going back tomorrow, and I know I’ll get busy, but like we discussed, I promise I will always make time for you.”

He paused to take a deep breath, desperately trying to calm down that rising feeling of nervousness in him.

“I know you can do way better than me, and you deserve way better, but I promise I will always respect you, and I will do anything to make you happy. I’ve realised I can’t live without you, and I know this might be too sudden, and I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with and start a family with. So, Y/N L/N, will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

You stared at him in shock for a minute, unable to comprehend what was going on before a single tear slipped down your face, and you burst into the largest smile you had in you. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes, Kwon Jiyong, I would love to marry you.”

Jiyong felt all the nervousness leave his body only to be replaced with an overwhelming, indescribable feeling of joy. There are no words for how he felt in that moment. And as he slipped on the beautiful ring his grandmother had given him to give you, he lifted you up and kissed you, knowing that everything finally felt right.

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just-some-random-blogger · 5 years ago

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The Stroke Of Midnight

Seventeen + BigBang Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader Characters: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi), Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon), Wen Junhui (Jun) Summary: Can you believe the only person Hoshi has the remote interest in talking to wants to leave before midnight? Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Cinderella AU-ish, mafia au, fluff, angst, etc.

A/N: i watched cinderella and got feels. Also i made hoshi's hyung gdragon just because they have the same last name bye hahahahah

Also for he record, soonyoung can stab me with a fork and i'd thank him

Soonyoung had much better plans than this-- in a constrained tuxedo, forcing smiles and caviar down his throat. Old people with unneccessarily wrinkly faces from the stress of not being able to sleep at night were congratulating him for his older brother's accomplishment. Sure, he helped kill the leader of their rival group, but damn this bow-tie was so tight.

To the world unknowing, this was just another rich family throwing a lavishly over-expensive party. But to those who were head of the households and old enough to understand, this was the underlings paying homage to the wealthiest and most dangerous family in the country.

Attendance was a must, unless you wanted a shell of lead through your skull.

Soonyoung sighs and adjusts his bow tie for the hundredth time. His older brother watches him from where they stood, waiting for the last of the guests to greet them. Yes, Soonyoung had much, much, much better plans.

"Just take it off if it annoys you that much," the infamous G-Dragon spoke, nose flaring im annoyance.

Soonyoung wastes no time and pulls the bow tie off him, breathing in, stuffing the silk in his pocket. His older brother clicks his tongue, "mother will be furious."

"Not unless I avoid her all night, Jiyong-ah," Soonyoung smiles.

"Ya! How dare you talk down on me!"

It was then, as Soonyoung got hit at the back of the head, he saw the glittery, baby blue dress flowing, and wandering eyes on a captivating wearer. Immediately, he appeared not so irritated, and in fact wholly captivated, even though he recieved a literally major blow.

Jiyong watches as his dongsaeng gawks, then snorts at his expression. "Typical," he mutters, fully wanting his brother to get annoyed at his remark and to recieve the relentless teasing he had in store.

But Soonyoung was too caught up, especially when you hid your laugh behind your hand over something.

Jiyoung turns from you to him and rolls his eyes chuckles, "Ya, you bastard, go talk to her." Instantly, Soonyoung gets shoved, and yet he doesn't even glare at his hyung for doing so.

Jiyong can't help but feel amusement, and jealousy at the same time, "Aish, I wish I could do that too."

"Kwon Soonyoung," he introduces the moment you two are in proximity. You turn to him from over your exposed shoulder and fully move your body to face him. You look at his hand and then connect yours with his. He leans down and kisses the skin on the back. You let out a soft, airy chuckle, expected a handshake and not a kiss. Still you play off the blush.

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"I've never been here before." After saying such, you immediately shift your focus elsewhere and note, "I like the music they're playing. It's fast enough to be lively, but slow enough to waltz to."

"Then," Soonyoung gives out his hand, "would you like to dance?"

You turn to his hand then over to the large clock on the wall. 10:16 pm. You turn to the man beside you. He was handsome and direct. Besides, it wasn't that late. You take him in and find yourself returning the soft, mischevious smirk he has on his lips.

You chuckle and take his hands, "I guess dancing won't do any harm."

And for the first time tonight, Soonyoung has a conversation. And not one out of pleasantries or force, but a lively one with purpose. He revels when he gets you to laugh and turn a shade pink. He thinks of every way to make your heart flutter and pulls on every string that works harshly.

"Jiyong-ie," his mother emerges beside him. G-Dragon turns to her with soft, respectful eyes. "Who's that lady with my Hoshi?"

Jiyong chuckles lowly as her mother raises her brows in curiousity, and apporval he guesses. For a moment, mother and son watch the dancing bodies and take in the busy hall in front of him. Jiyong smirks and shrugs, "Who knows?"

"He seems to be head over heels," the woman notes. She suddenly gasps, "he pulled off his bow tie!"

Jiyong breaks into a laugh, "Good luck, jerk."

The music changes, and the live orchestra plays something much slower than before. To the two of you, this somehow translates to needing to pull the other closer, as if you still could. Soonyoung refuses to let go of his hands placed in yours and on your waist. You smile when he finishes a story about his childhood playground injury. You don't mind his clutch, in fact welcome it.

"What about you?"

"Me?" you ask, seemingly questioning yourself, "I'm boring."

Soonyoung purses his lips and hums, "I don't care."

Your pulse rises at his deep tone, and you lick your lips unabashedly, "well, I wash the dishes."

"Mmm," Soonyoung says, leaning in, eye capturing your lips, "sexy."

Your face burns and you break into a nervous, giddy laugh. Soonyoung laughs as well, pleased with your reaction.

And then, the large Victorian looking wall clock rings loudly. Your heart drops upon hearing it. You whip your head to see the time, only to have it confirmed it was really indeed 12 midnight. You sigh. Time, what a traitor.

Soonyoung looks at you, eyes concerned, lips pouted into a soft frown.

You want to kiss him right now. He's been nothing short of a prince charming. But you had to go.

And so you say this out loud.

"What?" Soonyoung mutters in shock so softly in disbelief.

You manage to pull awya from him because he is just so dumbfounded. "I had a wonderful time, but I really have to go."

You turn around and dart yourself through the sea of people. You try not to rub yourself against anyone if possible, but the amount of people present made it nearly impossible to avoid.

Soonyoung buffers a second more, before coming to his senses on how moronic he is for wasting so much time in doing so. "Wait," he says weakly.

You're quick on your feet, and near the exit when your heel buckle snags in your haste. You gasp and spare a moment to look at your feet and curse. You all but decide to tread on nevertheless. You come off walking as if you had a limp because of your wardrobe malfunction, and by the time you bump into someone, you decide enough is enough.

You wind up grabbing the man's bicep for the sake of your balance and turning to him with contniuous apologies. Normally, Jiyong would brush you off coldly, but due to the fesitivities, he was in a good mood, also you were really pretty, also you were the girl his younger brother was dancing with.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "It's okay."

You frown and kick your one broken shoe to the side in annoyance. Jiyong watches, brow raising in amusement and curiosity. You then push past him, rising and falling rapidly with uneven height. You get a few steps away when Jiyong has the brain to stop you and question, "You leaving like that?"

You don't really stop, even though there was a hand on your arm, "I don't really have a--" but the sound of your other flimsy buckle comong undone stops you, and you fall out of unbalance, yet again coming crashing on Jiyong.

You sigh and turn to your feet, slipping the cheap thing off you. Never again.

You lock eyes with Jiyong for a second, giving the quickest explanation, "I don't have time to explain."

With that you run off down the stairs of leading to the entrance, on in this case exit, of the place. You squeal when your bare feet come in contanct with the cool floor, small rocks, and what was hoepfully a puddle of water.

Your eyes catch Jun's agitated look. He bursts into a groan and sigh when he sees you. Annoyed, he waves his hands, urging, "Faster, faster!"

You clench your teeth and give a sour expression as you run to him and his car as fast as you can, for dear life. "I'm sorry!"

Jiyong watches as you go off with another man in a tuxedo, only this one kept his bow tie on. He furrows his brows and tilts his head, something he only does when he is intrigued.

Soonyoung errupts from behind him, hands flying onto Jiyong's shoulders, out of breath, "Did you see her?!"

Jiyong rolls his eyes and nods, "she just ran off with some other guy, dream boat."

"What?" Soonyoung snaps and the bolts to the door. Only by the time he got down the stairs, Jun's car, with him and you in it, has driven away with high speed.

Soonyoung groans and kicks the air in annoyance. His hands run and ruffle through his perfectly styled hair, loosening it where it was once neatly waxed and combed, making it look like he had just woken up; that, or he had lost a fight. And the latter had never happened in his entire life.

... perhaps until tonight.

Jiyong trots down to his brother to gloat, only to see that Soonyong looked genuinely devastated. Wih his hands in his pockets, Jiyong was supposed to comfort him, at least even a little before rubbing salt, except Soonyong beat him to the punch, "she's perfect hyung! Straight out of a damn fairytale."

Soonyoung sucks in a breath, "She has such a beautiful smile, and I don't even know her name!"

Soonyoung snorts and places his hands on his hips in frustation. Jiyong watches as he paces around in silence.

The younger of the two snaps, "she knows how to make Japanese food, hyung."

Jiyong breaks into a chuckle upon hearing that. Soonyoung only grinds his teeth.

"Alright, alright," Jiyong nods and pulls out a key from his pocket. It's for his motor bike. Soonyoung turns to his brother, to his hand, and immediately lights up. Jiyong however pulls his grip away before his brother can take it, and says flatly, "put on a helmet."

With that, Soonyoung grabs the key and runs off.

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youxidol · 6 years ago

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ｍａｆｉａ!ｊｉｙｏｎｇ + ｄｅｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ!ｐａｒｔｎｅｒ

♡you had no idea that you were chasing him

♡and he had no idea he was running from you

♡when you both came face to face it was heartbreaking and angering for both of you

♡he had set up a trap for the detective after him to fall into so he could kill them

♡but obviously he didn’t when he saw it was you

♡he gets upset that you dropped out of the case

♡he of course goes free

♡you ignoring him lets him know you don’t want anything to do with him

♡he came with you with his tail between his legs a few weeks later

♡he’s a big mafia boss but he loves you lot

♡after him begging and crying and being a mess the relationship starts up again

♡he becomes even more protective over you now he knows what you do

♡whenever you’re assigned a dangerous job he’ll follow you to make sure nothing happens to you

♡or if you’re doing an interrogation he’ll get access to the cameras

♡if anybody dare threaten you they turn up dead the next morning

♡always consults you on things before doing them

♡”okay so i have a poisoning planned for today, so if that comes up just ignore it. have a good day at work, don’t forget to drink water, i love you”

♡helps you out on cases when he can

♡he’ll look through the information you’ve compiled and be able to recognise who’s behind it

♡then he’ll work to put together his own information for you to use to make an arrest

♡never asks for credit

♡he gets so proud when you finish a case

♡”take a week off we’re going to some expensive ass private island to celebrate”

♡he has an album of clippings from newspapers that you’re in but he won’t tell you that

♡loves the game of cat and mouse you two play

♡it just becomes foreplay tbh

♡somtimes when you’ve been working too much and he misses you he’ll do something to bring you to a scene/to him

♡rlly loves when you arrest him

♡he likes being manhandled by you ok

#i just wanted to make that gif lol #gdragon #jiyong #mafia!au #big bang #things nobody asked for #detective!reader #headcanon #q - spooning with chanyeol

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kpop---scenarios · 6 years ago

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I'll Protect You

Pairing: Jiyong x reader

Warning: Smut

Part 3. Read part 1 part 2

Jiyong hoisted you up, as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He broke the kiss, causing you to pout a little, only to bring his lips to your neck. He began kissing your collarbone, licking small strips up your neck, sending little shivers down your spine.

"J-Jiyong" you half moaned half whispered

"Yes baby?" He answered, bringing his mouth to your ear to nibble

"I need more" you say, as you begin grinding your hips into him, being able to feel his growing erection.

Jiyong let's out a moan. Moving you both away from the wall, he takes you to your bedroom. He sets you down on the floor as he makes his way to your bed, where he sits on the edge.

"Strip" he says. Nodding your head, you make your way over to your small music box. You were not confident enough to strip without some sort of music. Finding the perfect song, you begin to slowly undo the top button of your shirt, while lightly swaying your hips. Moving backwards towards the centre of the room, your back was still to Jiyong.

Turning around, you only had a few buttons left. After undoing the last one, you let your shirt slowly slide off your shoulders and hit the ground. Next you undo the button of your jeans and slowly slide your zipper down, while still swaying your hips. Once the jeans are off you start to roll your body along with the rhythm and beat of the music.

Making your way over to Jiyont you spread his legs and position yourself inbetween. Turning around so your back is towards him, you bring your ass down and grind on his already hard cock. Leaning back into his body, you continue grinding but also bring your arm and wrap it around the back of his head, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

"You can touch" you whisper into his ear. Instantly his hands are on you. Fingers trailing your sides, down to your thighs. Hands being brought up and cupping your breasts, harshly kneading through your bra.

"Off" he growls, tugging at your bra straps. Leaning forward, you unclasp your bra and throw it onto the floor. You turn around and face Jiyong, and he grabs your arms and pushes you onto the bed.

Hovering over you, he takes one nipple into his mouth, harshly sucking, while rolling the other nipple in between his fingers.

"Do you like that baby?" He asks. You nod your head, trying to not moan already. "Don't keep quiet. I want to hear you moan" he finishes.

"These need to come off." He says while pointing to your lace panties. Before you get the chance to take them off, Jiyong has ripped them in half and thrown them across the room, causing you to be even more wet than you already are.

"Fuck. I need you to touch me. Please." You beg.

"Mhm. I don't think that's how you ask. What's my name?" He asks.

"Jiyong, touch me please" you say.

"That's not it baby" he responds as he leaves little kisses and licks up and down your thighs. Only inches away from where you actually need his mouth to be.

"D-daddy touch me" you try, the only other name you can think of.

"That's it baby. Now, daddy will take good care of you. Spread your legs."

You do as he asks. Spreading your legs, so he can see how absolutely soaked you are for him. Your pussy is dripping, even at just the thought he might touch you.

Giving you a little smirk, Jiyong lowers his head between your legs and licks one small strip up your throbbing pussy. Only giving little contact to your swollen clit.

"Mhm, you taste so good baby. So sweet" he says before lowering his head once again. This time, he wraps his lips around your clit and begins sucking, then adding 2 fingers and pumping in and out. The sensation is almost too much. Its been so long since you've been touched like this.

Jinyong adds another finger, and you think you're going to burst. His tounge begins flicking your clit and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"F-fuck. I'm going to cum, daddy" you scream. Jiyong fastens his pace with his fingers, and switching between licking and sucking your clit. Your hands are white from gripping the bed sheet. You lift your hips to grind against his face, he retracts his fingers and let's you.

"Shit. Shit. I'm.. I'm going to cum."

Your orgasm washes over your body, your eyesight waivers, your body trembles as the goodness consumes you. Finally, coming down from your high, you're trying to catch your breath.

Opening your eyes, you see Jiyong licking his lips, cleaning his mouth of any excess juices from you. He looks at you with a big smile on his face, thinking you're down for the count. After that you're done. Little does he know, that only fuels the need and ache that's still between your legs. You need to be filled up and destroyed.

Getting up, you move infront ot Jiyong and push him back onto the bed. He looks at you with a confused look. You just continue your work and undo the button on his pants, and yank them down, leaving just his boxers. You can see the outline of his extremely hard cock and it makes your mouth water.

Pulling his boxers down, he's much larger and thicker than you expected him to be. His tip is red and leaking pre-cum. Leaning in, you lick only the bit of cum coming from his tip. That little interaction has Jiyong letting out a huffy little breath.

Finally, you take the tip in your mouth, giving a harsh suck. Slowly moving your head down, you take as much of him as you can, making you gag. You slowly bob your head up and down. You can hear the frustration in his voice in his moans from how slow you're going.

"On your knees" he says. Getting up from the bed, you get on your knees infront of him. "Let me know if I'm too rough" he finishes. You nod your head.

Jiyong grips the back of your hair and violently thrusts his cock deep into the back of your throat causing you to gag and tears to form in your eyes.

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock" he moans.

Jiyong continues to face fuck your mouth until he's about to cum.

"Shit baby, keep using your tounge like that. You're going to make me c-cum" he says as he releases a load into your mouth. He finishes moving but you continue to suck, to make sure you milk him for everything he has.

"Damn baby. That mouth is like heaven" he says. You look up at him, and open your mouth to show that you still have some of his cum in your mouth. After he sees, you swallow everything, licking your lips to make sure you've gotten everything.

That seemed to have sparked a little bit of energy left in him.

"This will be quick baby" he says as you lay down on the bed and open your legs for him. Looking at you, he licks his lips as he aligns his cock with your entrance. He quickly inserts his cock into your pussy and gives you no time to adjust before he's thrusting in and out as fast and as hard as he can.

It doesn't take long for your second orgasm to wash over you with the full feeling Jiyong gives you.

"I'm going to cum" you both say at the same time, as your orgasms wash over you.

Leaving you on the bed to catch your breath, Jiyong makes his way to the bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth. He begins cleaning you up and then crawls into bed with you and you snuggle into him.

"Sleep tight baby" he whispers.

"You too" you say as you drift into sleep, letting the darkness take over.

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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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MADE 🖤 Girlfriend

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

How can you be so pretty? Will you believe that I have more butterflies than when we first met? Day by day, I get nervous that I’ll lose you

It was still really strange for Jiyong to think... he was dating you now. After so many years of being friends, after months of agonizing separation... you were actually his girlfriend.

So often, he would look at you and wonder how he’d never realized you were so beautiful. I mean, he had, but he’d only known it objectively. It had taken him leaving to see that beauty in a different light, but even then, it had taken him far too long to truly understand.

When he showed up at your doorstep two months ago, the first thing you’d done was slap him across the face. Hard. And he’d known that he deserved it, but he was still scared you were too upset with him to even talk to him.

The next thing you’d done, though, was kiss him. Hard. So that had given him a glimmer of hope.

And now, two months later, here you were. Sitting at his kitchen table, painting your nails. Your tongue sticking out as you concentrated. Your hair up in a messy bun, one of Jiyong’s oversized t-shirts covering your frame. And you’d never been more beautiful.

He was still scared you would leave him, though. Which was the worst kind of karma since that’s exactly what he’d done to you.

When I’m struggling and tired When I sometimes fall Girl, you always pick me up Just like now, by my side Next to me, every single day Stay like that

It had become a sort of routine now. Every night, after you joined Jiyong in bed, he would snuggle up next to you. He would press his forehead to yours, and he would ask the same question: “You’re staying here, right?”

You would answer the same answer, every night: “Yes, I’m staying. Forever.”

You would kiss his nose, caress his cheek, and hold him until he fell asleep.

You’d suffered those months while he was gone, yes, but after about a week of living with Jiyong, you’d realized he might have suffered more.

He had become weak without the mafia... without you. So you became his strength. You supported him and encouraged him and you loved him like you’d always loved him. Only, now, you were able to actually show him.

Yes, I have a girlfriend And I’m never lonely Just looking at her makes me happy Yes, you are my girlfriend You’re my one and only I don’t wanna wake up from this dream of you

Youngbae chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as he watched his best friend watching you. Ever since you’d come into his life (or back into his life, if he’d guessed things correctly), Jiyong had basically been a completely different person.

He drank still, but only for fun. Never to get drunk. He smiled. He laughed. He was just... happy.

Even now, Jiyong was watching as you ordered drinks at the bar, and he was pretty much the heart eyes emoji personified.

“I’m really happy for you,” Youngbae told Jiyong as he clapped his friend on the back. “I’m glad you found what you were missing.”

“I didn’t realize I was that stupid,” Jiyong admitted with a snort. “I’ve known her for years, and I’d never... But now...”

Youngbae lifted his eyebrows curiously. “...The One?”

Jiyong simply nodded, just barely holding back an idiotic grin.

Even that night, after finally admitting out loud you were the one he wanted to spend his life with, he still asked you: “You’re staying here, right?”

But you still answered: “Yes, I’m staying here. Forever.”

I thank God again today That I can look at a picture like you I’m enjoying you right now Because you’re more beautiful Than any other masterpiece

To be honest, Jiyong was actually glad things had turned out this way. He hated that you both had suffered, of course, but all that made you more appreciative of what you had now.

At least it did for him.

Everything felt more precious because he’d experienced that low; he knew what it was like to live without you, and he knew he never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn’t exactly a religious person - the mafia had done a pretty good job of stomping out whatever faith he’d had - but he still found himself thanking the Powers That Be in the universe for the fact you were in his life. Not only that, the fact you were his. The fact you still loved him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Jiyong murmured one night after you’d answered his question yet again.

You blushed, a bashful smirk pulling at your lips before Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss it away. And this his lips moved all over your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone and chest...

“A true work of art,” he mumbled as his lips painted the canvas of your body.

After I met you, I feel strange All the girls on the street look like you Whatever they say, I can only hear your voice After I met you, I became a fool This smile never leaves my face Just thinking about you makes me happy

Being in the mafia had certainly opened doors to all kinds of things for Jiyong, including all kinds of women. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken advantage of that, and while he’d enjoyed their company at the time... he never would’ve imagined a woman could make him this happy.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he thought of you. And he smiled because he thought of you. He compared every other woman he saw to you. He sometimes actually imagined he did see you, but he kept that to himself. Even he knew that was kind of pathetic.

But, truly, ‘pathetic’ was the best word to describe him. Because ever since he’d wised up and gone after you, ever since you’d come back into his life, he’d been living in the clouds. He’d been foolishly happy.

And, eventually, he stopped asking you if you were staying. Because the part of him which knew you were only grew stronger as time went on.

You still answered him, though. Even when he didn’t ask you, you still told him you were staying. Forever.

You told him with every kiss, every smile, every laugh. Everything you did, everything you said... it all told him you were never leaving his side.

Truly, Jiyong couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girlfriend, but that’s what you were. A perfect girlfriend.

Well, you were a girlfriend... for now.

Ain’t nothing in the world Compares to my girlfriend

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of MADE 🖤 Loser

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FOR YOU || JJK (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/337023076-for-you-jjk?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ItzJennyhereily "We meet again after 4 years, is this what you call fate....." #Jungkook #JeonJungkook #Y/N #Mafia #Gang #Jimin #Taehyung #SeokJin #Yoongi #Hoseok #Namjoon #Gdragon #Taeyang #Jessie @itzjennyhereily

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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She Boss | Part 2

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

You were sat around the long table that was catty cornered to the kitchen Dino stood cooking in. The rest of the boys sat around you trying to convince you to live in Seoul for a month, just to try it out. You were just about to break and agree when Ule walked into the room holding a cream envelope in one hand and a large box in the other.

"Delivery for the beautiful Valentina Cappucio." He mocked holding the things up for you to see better.

"The hell is that?" You said standing to take the box out of his hands and turn to place it on the table. You looked up to see both Vince and Carlo smirking at you.

"What did you do?" You snapped, snatching the card out of Ules hand. You gave him a stern look before pulling the knife Martin, another one of your guards, was using to clean under his nails out of his hands and slicing the envelope open

You are formally invited to the 42 annual Dragon Ball. Attire: Formal Gold and black When: Friday, January 13th Time: 6o'Clock to 3 am

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you remembered the spoken invitation Jiyong had given you. You could tell he had handled this particular invitation as 'Gold and Black' was crossed out and 'red' was scribbled on the side. On the bottom of the letter in the same loose handwriting there was a note.

P. S. I can't wait to see you, I will send a car your way at 5:30 so we can make our grand entrance. P. S. S. Please accept these gifts, I saw them and thought of you -G.D

You looked over to the cream box and placed the letter down to slowly undo the red ribbon that held it close. After dropping the material, carefully removing the top, and folding back the same blood red color tissue and you're eyes went wide.

In the box was a sleek, dark red dress. You pulled it out and held it up so you could see better and let your eyes wonder. It hit the ground in a soft circle and the off the shoulder top made you bite your lip. It was elegant with just the right amount of sexy as you turned it around to see how the back dip into a V. You were so infatuated with the dress you didn't even notice there was more. It wasn't until you saw Ule pull three other boxes out did you hand the dress to Vince to go hang. In the first box, the largest, was a pair of dark red heels that snaked up your leg as a dragon. The next box showed a cream clutch that had the same dark red embroidered into dragons along it, and the last box was a much smaller velvet box that made your eyes widen when the lid was lifted. It was an antique, there was no doubting that since the gold of it was darker and more worn looking. You lifted the necklace out and held it carefully between your fingers to examine it better. The thin gold chain connected in the front as the chain turned from dainty to thick, transforming into the head of a dragon with blood red eyes. The other end hooked through the dragons mouth and the bit that hung out was looped into a matching dark red stone.

There was a note in the bottom of the velvet case and you picked it up before the boys could notice it and read it carefully.

My father sent this to my mother for her first ball with him, I feel it's only appropriate. xoxo, Ji

You discreetly held the note to your heart before you slipped it in the pocket of your shirt and placed the necklace back in its box.

"Damn, this guy is smooth." Vince said looking at you, deciding not to bring up the hit of pink beneath your cheeks.

"It's strictly business." You said coughing and collecting the boxes to take into your room where the red dress was now hanging well above the floor.

Carlo had followed you in and closed the door. He didn't say anything for a minute as he just watched you watch the dress.

"Jiyong is a dangerous man." He started moving to sit on your bed.

"And I'm a dangerous woman." You said not looking away from the dress.

"Exactly. I don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing you two have this unspoken attraction towards each other."

"Well, were both two very attractive people." You smiled winking towards your older brother who just rolled his eyes.

"It was love at first sight, you mark my words. You two are going to destroy the world together." He said chuckling.

"I think it's time you call Jooyoung and Mina." You say changing the subject.

"Hello girls" you cooed from the couch you laid on, only in a large dress shirt you stole from Ule.

The two walked into your room a lot more comfortable this time and took no time in prepping themselves before calling you to the chair.

"Is that the dress?" Jooyoung said admiring the draping red material.

"Gorgeous right?" You said eyeing her.

"You're hair needs to be up." She said in response while collecting your thick locks and pulling them up. "Show off those collar bones."

"And I'm putting eyeshadow on you. There'll be none of this simple look going on tonight." Mina sung from beside you.

The two got to work silently, taking turns tilting your head this way and that as Jooyoung curled and and Mina contorted.

"I was surprised when we got a call from you again." Mina said as she blended the bronze into your skin.

"I liked you two, why change that?" You said stiffly, trying not to move too much.

"Surprisingly we like you too. A lot more than we thought we were going to." Jooyoung smiled

"Understandable." You chuckled as Mina moved onto your eyes.

"So, tell us where you're going tonight." She said taking the brush off your eyelid. You lent forward to take the invitation off the vanity and handed it to her for her to read.

"You're going to the Dragon ball.... and G Dragon signed this himself? Val do you know who he is?" She said in a worried whisper.

"I'm very well aware." You say.

"He has you wearing red..." Jooyoung said looking back up to the dress.

"Yes?" You said opening both of your eyes and turning to look at her.

"Well, it's just... the Kwon family, that's how they claim their women. Everyone shows up in the designated colors and those who wear red are automatically placed into their... well their world." She said wringing her hands.

"Girls, there's nothing to worry about. I know." You said smiling at the two of them as they both now round to sit against the vanity.

"It's just... if you know then you know their a very powerful family... a dangerously powerful family... only other dangerous family's are pulled into their circle." Joonyoung said.

You smiled and placed and on each of their knees.

"I know." You said smiling as nicely as you can.

"I'm.. please can I ask something?" Joonyoung said biting her lip. You nodded and she looked to Mina before turning back to you. "Are you in... the same business?" She said, obviously scared she asked something she shouldn't have. You smiled, admiring her braveness and feeling sad that she was so nervous.

"Yes." You began. "But that stays in this room. I really like you two and I'm starting to consider you a friend. Please don't make me regret that." They both nod and force a smile, now obviously timid with being around you.

"Wait so last time you waltzed in your meeting in that dress and just told other mafia men what to do?" Mina said shaking her head. You laughed and rose an eyebrow.

"They were shaking in their boots." You said causing a light giggle to come from the both of them.

"Girl power." Mina said shaking her head before instructing you to close your eyes again.

"Thank you for not completely freaking out. You obviously know a little more about the business than you should." You said, smiling as Jooyoung rubbed your shoulders.

"You know, if someone as powerful as you befriends you, you roll with it. As long as I'm not brought into anything I could careless what you do." She said, more confident now.

You placed your hand on hers before letting the two of them finish. You had to call Ule in to get the dress down but soon after he left you stripped and turned silently asking Mina to zip your dress before bending to slip your feet into the shoes that were provided.

"He's just stamped his name all over you, hasn't he." Joon said reading the note you handed her as Mina secured the necklace around your throat.

"Pretty much. But don't worry, I'm claiming him too." You said with a wicked grin as you pulled a black and red pocket square out of a bag that had your families snake and rose design all over it.

"Smart girl." Jooyoung said handing the note to Mina to read.

"You look perfect." She said looking over to you as you stood.

You smiled just as there was a knock on the door and you smiled at each girl before leading them out of the room where all six boys stood in their own versions of black and gold tuxedos. The last thing you saw before hugging the girls bye was the blush that crept to Mina's cheeks as Carlo winked at her softly.

It was a sleek black limo that picked you up and drove you to the party. Flutes of champagne were passed around for the drive and you eventually gave up on trying to hide your excitement, it was better to get it out now than while there since you did have a reputation to uphold. You couldn't help but silently gawk out the solo window as you pulled up to the large house, waiting as the limo stopped. You heard the driver talking to someone saying you had arrived and then opened the door slightly to politely ask you to wait for the boss to meet you.

It didn't take long for Jiyong to open the door and step aside as all six men climbed over you to exit the car. When his hand finally reached in for yours you took a deep breath putting your game face on and placed your hand in his. He had his serious face on too, but the moment you stepped out and made sure all of your skirt had followed it faulted into the grin he had the night of the meeting. He coughed and bowed slightly before once again kissing your ring.

"You look stunning." He said quietly into your ear as he offered his arm up to you. Before you started walking though his eyes caught the necklace and he took the head between his thumb and forefinger letting a smile reach his cheeks again before looking into your eyes.

"I was worried it would be too much." He said clearing his throat again before returning to his business face.

"I thought it was sweet." You said causing him to chuckle again.

"You might be the death of me." He said with glittering eyes.

He led you across the pavement and up the grand stairs that lead to the entrance. You could see into the room- it had been accented with gold everywhere. People were already drinking and laughing having a care free time, you did think it was weird no one was on the laid out dance floor though since music was already being played. You then remembered what Jooyoung had said and looked over to Jiyong who wore a deep red tuxedo jacket that was accented with a black collar, black dress shirt and the same deep red slacks that had the signature black tuxedo stripe down the leg. He looked over to you and smiled again, only to drop it when you turned towards him and pulled out his pocket square.

"Here." You said smiling and pulling the material you had put in your clutch out and flipping and folding it to tuck it back into his jacket. "Now you have a little bit of me." You said nonchalantly before resting your hand on the crook of his arm and setting your business face back on. You could see him grinning from beside you.

"The death of me." He said just as a loud voice called attention to the crowd.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 23] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, with some smutty moments and some darker moments

Warnings: Smutty moments but not sex, slight hints of death/murder, feelings will be hurt hopefully, and swearing probs

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A/N: So I know I promised smut, but it felt too rushed so I postponed it to a different chapter. But here we go!! The long-awaited return of both my writing and 3BD. Sorry it took me so long, I’ve been and currently is right now, conflicted personally and idk how long that’ll last. Please give me feedback!! I love hearing from you guys!! Inbox is always open!

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Silence filled the room, both of you unsure of what should be said next. Ji Yong didn’t need to be told that you loved him because it was quite clear to him that you did. Although this is the very first time that you’ve said it. It was the first time that you fully admitted it, which kinda shocked you too. You always knew that there was at least something, especially in your teenage years, but admitting it to both him and yourself was something else.

“(Y/N),” he said tentatively. You nervously met his eyes. The sweet brown ones that were harsh and confused a minute ago, are now wide and sincere. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hand. “You love me?”

You let out a small scoff, not harsh or rude, but shocked and relieved. “Yeah,” you say softly. “I think I have for a while now.”

He smiled at you. His eyes showing his smile before his lips began to curl upwards. He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly. You stood there for a moment, letting everything both set in and flow out of you before leaning into Ji Yong and wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you,” he said softly. You smiled.

“I love you too,” you replied. Ji Yong pulled himself away from you, his hand gliding up from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek. He gazed into your eyes, as you did with him. He pushed back any stray hair from your face, just wanting to study every inch of it.

His eyes seem to pour into yours, gallons of emotions that you’ve both have been repressing until now being released. “(Y/N),” he said. “You love me.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I do.”

In one smooth motion, he leans in and pulls you closer to him, his lips softly pressed against yours. And just as smooth and as quickly as he acted, you quickly react. Your eyes close shut, and your hands grip his waist, pulling his body against yours. Your left hand quickly hops up to his chest, grasping and wrinkling the clothes that draped there.

Ji Yong’s hands were softly holding your cheek, and the other still stuck on your waist. Your hips were pressed against his, Ji Yong’s hand constantly pushing you against him. Your kiss was soft and sweet, building up in pressure and in need. It wasn’t until Ji Yong added his tongue into the mix did things get heated. Your right hand had left his waist and found itself tangled in his hair. Ji Yong’s hands were behind your neck and the other lowering itself towards your ass.

You moan into his mouth as he begins to knead a handful of your ass. Your hand slowly leaves his hair and you place it on his chest. “Ji Yong,” you pant out quietly. He continued to kiss you, little and softer kisses placed on your lips. “Ji Yong,” you say once again, your voice a little stronger. “Slow down.”

He pulled away, his hands still resting on your waist. You were panting, and you could hear Ji Yong also having a hard time catching his breath. You smiled, your head tilting down. You leaned against him, your forehead resting on his chest, your nose barely skimming his shirt. “I don’t wanna go too fast,” you say.

“That’s okay,” he said softly, reassuring you. His fingers carefully lifted your head up so you could meet his soft caring eyes. “I won’t push you to do any of that.”

“Thank you.” You give him a soft peck on his lips. Your noses slightly touching before pulling away, a smile on both of your faces. You looked at the clock, not realizing how much time had passed. Ji Yong had seemed to pick up on this, and pulled away from you.

“I’m gonna go get ready for bed,” he said, softly kissing your nose. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him turn and leave, heading towards the bathroom. You find yourself moving back to the bed, sitting on it. Ai strides onto your lap, sitting there casually. Your hand goes up and pets him, Ai leaning into your touch. You looked around for a minute to settle down before getting up and leaving to get ready for bed.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir,” the gray colored man stammered. “But we are still short on people and money. There is no way that we could attack or do anything.” He carefully eyed the man sitting in front of him. Flynn sat in his poorly organized office. He sat in his leather chair, his face set in a stone harsh look. His chin lifted up and His gaze lowered down.

“Defense is the best offense,” Flynn said smoothly. His words were calculated and so was his mind, already finding a way to play with the man in front of him. “That’s what so many people say, and yet they can’t even put up a good defensive line. And here we are, unable to do either.”

“Sir I’m-”

“Do I care?” Flynn said shortly. “Was I talking?” The man’s eyes went wide, shock expressed clearly in his eyes. Flynn didn’t blink, staring casually at him.

“Yes- yes Sir,” the man said. “You were talking. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Flynn said casually. “Now why aren’t we able to do anything? How come we cannot defend nor take offensive action.” Flynn got up from his chair, his desk in front of him as he carefully looks down at the man. “What specific reason can we not defend ourselves in case of an attack? What caused us to lose these many men?”

“When G Dragon came back to-”

“Not just that,” Flynn interjects. “We could’ve defended ourselves properly. What made us lose?”

The man stood there, unsure how to answer. There is one set answer that he must say, and any slip up can cost his life to his impulsive boss. Flynn stared him down, his eyes sharp yet relaxed. “Because,” he started off, quickly finding a good enough reason. “Because our defensive strategy didn’t work efficiently.”

“Our defensive strategy?” Flynn said, his voice going into a mocking tone. “If I remember correctly you were so adamant about having that strategy. In fact, you created it yourself. Now tell me, how did that strategy work?”

“Horribly sir,” he replied. A wicked smile grew on Flynn’s face. The corners of his mouth curled up, a plan of action brewing in his mind. “Exactly,” Flynn confirmed. “Now look and the horrible inconvenience it caused.”

The man stood there petrified. Unsure of what he should do. He can’t run, it’s too late for that. He can try to get on Flynn’s nice side, but the chances of that are slim. All he could do was wait, see what Flynn had in mind.

“Go,” Flynn ordered. “Go through all of our records. See who owes us. They’ll have to pay their debt with their lives.” The man felt his shoulders relax, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “And when you’re done,” Flynn added. “Come right back. We’ll talk about our new defensive strategy next.” The sound of a gun being reloaded filled the room and echoed in the man’s head. He turned around to leave the room, escaping as fast as he could.

Ji Yong in SpongeBob pajamas is a sight you’ve seen many many times. It’s a cute sight, and you couldn’t get sick of it, especially since this time his hair is still wet and he hasn’t put on a shirt yet. You quietly walked out of the closet, your loose pajamas hanging on your body. Ji Yong turns around, smiling as he sees you.

“You ready?” He asks. You quietly respond with a nod. He grabs the semi-wet towel that’s casually laying on the bed and dries his hair one last time. You already hopped on the bed, already tucked into the covers. Ji Yong drops the towel in the hamper and makes his way towards the bed after turning off the lights.

He slips in between the sheets next to you. Awkwardly you shuffle towards him, his arms instantly wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in his clean scent and feeling your cheeks heat up. “Are you okay?” Ji Yong asks.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “I don’t really like the whole wedding thing still. It gives me an unsettling feeling.”

“Maybe it’s just wedding jitters,” Ji Yong playfully adds. A light smack echoes in the room. “Sorry.”

“Ji Yong I don’t think it’s safe or smart,” you explain. “I don’t trust it.”

Ji Yong pulls away from you, adding distance between you. He looks down, the moonlight shining through the windows giving a guide to your face. He cups your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You know I never want to willingly put you in danger. Never. Right?” You nod your head, a quiet yes confirming it. “Good. Do you still feel nervous about it?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I just don’t trust it.”

“How about you come with me to the next meeting.” You stare up at him, eyes wide. “You’ll be there and you can help plan and see how much protection I’m putting around you. Does that sound good?”

It takes you a second, thinking through everything, but you nod your head. “Okay,” you finally say. Ji Yong smiles down at you.

“I love you,” he says in the dark. A small smile slides on your face.

“I love you too,” you reply. He kisses your nose before kissing your lips, pulling you close to him right before you close your eyes and sleep.

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