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â⥠covert desires | kim mingyu
summary: Â the mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the targetâs collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.
pairing: spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader)
themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing
warnings: suggestive, kissing, use of curse words, weapons, guns, knives, violence, use of drugs/painkillers, blood, gore, killing, death
wordcount: 19.5k
a/n: i had so much fun writing this! thank you so much to @fairyhaos to listening to my random ideas and helping me with the title and just being really helpful, ily. and tysm to @gyuswhore for beta-reading this and giving me valuable feedback, lifesaver honestly. tysm! i'd love to know your thoughts on this ^^
full fic under the cut!
â character guide
seungcheol - underground mafia leader
jeonghan - manipulator, gets things fabricated like documents, ids etc.
joshua - keeps a log on the accounts/transactions and assets
jun - spy
hoshi - spy
wonwoo - in house doctor
woozi - in charge of gadgets and other necessary equipment
the8 - in charge of weapons
mingyu - spy and your partner for the mission
seokmin - gathers informations and intel
seungkwan - negotiator and works behind the scenes
vernon - hacker
dino - spy
you wipe the last of the blood off your hands and carefully move the body, manipulating the crime scene to make it look like it was a suicide. with a carefully crafted suicide scene, the police wouldnât even blink an eye and just close the case as a suicide, not wanting to bother investigating further. you just had to leave around the right clues and bait them. once theyâd find it, theyâd conclude the case without thinking any further and your job was done. you were sure no one would even miss the bastard that you had just sent to hell anyways. after scanning the room, you make sure everything is in place before exiting quietly and disappearing into the shadows.Â
when you reach home to your apartment, you swiftly change out of you soiled and bloody clothes. that idiot decided to put up a fight, making things harder for himself really. you planned on killing him quietly, but the fight he put up was unnecessary and he wasnât going to stand a chance against you regardless. you would have finished earlier and your clothes would have been significantly less bloody. sighing, you peel off your clothes and they fall to the floor in a heap as you step into the shower. the hot water offers some sort of relief and relaxation, your muscles relaxing under the hot water. wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out and hear the faint ring of your burner phone fill the room.
âhello?â, you say as you put the phone to your ear.
âdid you get the job done?â, the voice on the other side asks.
âyes, you didnât hire the best for no reason, did you?â, you scoff back, offended heâd even have a sliver of doubt in your skills.Â
âgood. we have another urgent matter on hand and it has to be discussed in person. you know where to meet meâ, the voice adds.
âi swear if itâs another-â
âyouâll love this one, trust meâ, the voice says, cutting you short and hanging up as you begin to say something. you curse under your breath; that idiot never had manners. you huff, throwing the phone on the bed and changing into something comfortable before you crash into bed, too tired to complain or think about anything else.Â
you were an assassin or a hired killer you could say. but you liked to call yourself an assassin - because letâs be real, it sounds cooler. you were trained, skilled, and good at what you did â which was killing people, bad people specifically. when you weren'ât out hunting people down, you were working as a barista at a local cafe. it was somewhat therapeutic compared to your other occupation. but you had to if you wanted to survive in this world. if you wanted your life to have some semblance of normalcy. the world was a cruel place and somehow you ended up doing this for a living but hey, at least it paid well.
the next morning youâre sitting in the hall of seungcheolâs fancy office, or what you liked to call the safehouse.
âyouâre here! let me tell seungcheolâ, dino says upon seeing you, flashing you a friendly smile. you give him a small smile as he retreats, making his way to look for seungcheol.
seungcheol walks in a few moments later, and his presence can be felt in the room immediately. no one messes with him â everyone knew that. he was the most feared man in the underground mafia and a threat to the government as well. his connections and dirt on powerful people ran too deep with secrets only he knew and used as leverage. hell, even the government would hire him to do their dirty work so he was practically untouchable.
âwhatâs this urgent matter that needs to be discussed in person?â, you ask, once he sits down opposite you.
âno hi?â, he prompts, raising his a brow as he looks at you.
âno thank you for yesterday?â, you prod back, challenging him. you were really the only person seungcheol let speak to him like that. heâd pretty much raised you and he didnât seem to mind, especially since you did most of his dirty work.Â
âwe seem to have gotten ourselves another lucrative missionâ, he starts off, treading carefuly with his words. âitâs something worth millions if not billions, so this is a really high-stakes operationâ, he tells, observing you. âand weâre getting paid handsomely for it and so will you if it goes wellâ, he completes.
âalright, that seems like a piece of cake. what are we stealing?â, you ask.
âa paintingâ, he tells, as he takes a sip of his bitter black coffee in front of him.
âitâs going to be displayed in the national museum of culture and artsâ, he says as he continues briefing you. âbut thatâs not all. the annual auction takes place in three weeks. many if not all the influential, powerful people, businessmen and politicians are going to be at this event, so itâs expected that the security is going to be very tight and advanced. theyâll be bidding for art and plenty of other stuff there but not this painting. this painting is special because itâs not for sale, itâs only on display and itâs the first time itâs being shown to the public in twenty years. the mission is to steal this painting, while also making sure no one finds out â so we place a knock-offâ. he explains.
âall right, that doesnât sound too hardâ, you say, calculating everything in your mind.
âoh, donât underestimate this. this painting is going to be highly guarded and anyone canât just enter the auction either. you need to be specially invited to the auction otherwise you cannot enter, and you canât go alone, itâll be suspiciousâ, he adds.
âwhat do you mean i canât go alone? how else am i going to do this?â, you ask, confused.
âmingyuâs going to be your partner for this mission and the only way itâs going to work is that you pretend that you both are a married coupleâ, seungcheol completes, making you whip your head up. your jaw drops to the floor upon hearing the words that came from seungcheolâs mouth, absolutely appalled.
âdid i hear that right? i need to be mingyuâs wife?â, you repeat, leaning forward and seungcheol doesnât say anything, only looks at you with a knowing smile.
mingyu and you donât exactly get along together. he was always somehow getting on your nerves and you hated him.
âseungcheol, you know i donât like himâ, you say, annoyed already. âand i work aloneâ, you add, glaring at him.
âitâs for the mission and we donât have any other option. everyone else is busy with other missions and mingyu was the only one whoâs free at the moment, and i trust him on this oneâ, seungcheol explains. you canât really argue with seungcheol because, at the end of the day he was your still your boss and he called the shots.
âi suggest you get friendly with mingyu because we donât have a lot of time on hand. the auction is in three weeks and you and mingyu need to play a convincing husband and wife role starting todayâ
âtoday?â, i repeat. that was really short notice.
âmingyu has it sorted outâ, he says, and your burner phone pings. âthat must be himâ, seungcheols says.
âplease try to get along with himâ, is the last thing seungcheol tells you before he stands up to leave. he emphasizes his words with the look he gives. it was a âdonât mess this upâ look and you sighed. he gives you a small âgood luckâ before turning around and walking out, getting busy with something else.
you stand up to leave, opening your phone and reading mingyuâs text.
âmeet me at the fountain park at 11amâ.
you grumble as you make your way to the park and see mingyu sitting on one of the benches. there arenât many people, but the sun shines warm and the sky is blue - a complete contrast to your mood right now. youâd very much like to walk away but you canât. you drag you feet and will yourself to walk towards mingyu, who smiles when he spots you. you donât reciprocate the smile, giving him a stern looking, already annoyed at the sight of him.
"you know, most people donât scowl when they see a handsome faceâ, he says when youâre close enough. you roll your eyes and mentally flip him off, crossing your arms across your chest as you glare at him. âhandsome my assâ, you mumble under your breath.
âlong time no seeâ, he greets. you donât sit. âiâve been busyâ, you tell him.
âyou look goodâ, he adds, gesturing for you to sit.
âseungcheol briefed me on the mission, so whatâs nextâ, you ask, getting back on the topic, not wanting to indulge in small talk with mingyu.
âi found us a house to move into until the mission is over and-â,
âwait, why do we have to move in together?â, you ask in horror and he just looks at you like the answer is obvious.
âbecause weâre husband and wife? and i donât think i can come by your apartment and suddenly tell all the neighbours that the poor girl they thought was lonely and single is actually married, now can iâ, he says.
you scowl again. âthey wonât even care!â
âitâll be a problem if they become suspicious. itâs better to move in elsewhere and you can move back to your apartment when itâs all done and they wonât even blink an eye about what happened. you can also avoid questions about your husband who mysteriously appeared and disappearedâ, he explains. âunless you want to explain why you kept such a handsome man a secret and-â
âshut upâ, you cut him off and he chuckles.
you weigh out all the options in your head and mingyuâs idea was the best and most promising, even though you didnât like it very much. you hated the idea in fact. but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.
âfineâ, you huff, gritting your teeth. âwhat else?â, you ask.
âjeonghanâs working on getting us the invitation to the auction. we can start by moving in. pack only your essentials. iâll pick you up by 2 pm tomorrow so you can move your stuff into the new placeâ, mingyu tells.
you stack the last box with all you stuff and things that youâd need in the new place, dusting your hands on your shorts. if your neighbors asked, you were away, traveling back to meet family who lived in another state. youâd be back soon so you were sure you could get away with that excuse.
mingyu arrives at 2pm on the dot as promised. you start to carry the boxes out. he carries the other two effortlessly and follows behind you. the elevator ride is quiet, with neither of you saying anything. youâre sitting in his car as he drives you to the new house. you look around, all the houses looking more fancy, manicured and elite. thatâs when you realize youâre entering the richer part of the neighborhood.
âhowâd you manage to get a house here?â, you ask mingyu, knowing the rent or prices would not have been cheap.
âi invested in some land here and once they announced that theyâre going to develop this area, the prices skyrocketed and i got rich. i own the house now and i thought it would be nice to finally use it.â, he explains.
âcoolâ, is all you can say as you look around at all the villas and large houses occupying this space. if anybody lived here, they definitely came from the wealthy and posh side. in hindsight, it was a good cover for you and it would make it easier for you to blend in if you had to pretend to be from a wealthy background.
you finish unloading and unpacking your stuff in the room when mingyu knocks on the door. you both thankfully had separate rooms because there was no way in hell that you were going to share a bed with him. youâd rather sleep on hot coal than do that.
âjeonghanâs finished gathering some documents so iâll just go over and pick them up. do you wanna come along?â, he asks.
âsureâ, you say, because you really didnât know what youâd do here alone, plus it had been a while since you last saw jeonghan and oh he was a real menace.
âjeonghan!!â, you say upon seeing him, going up to give him a hug. ây/n! itâs been a while huh, you look greatâ, he says, a small smile on his face.
âthatâs not fair, you didnât give me a hug when you saw me now did you, babyâ, mingyu complains.
âwhat did you just call me?â, you ask, not sure if youâd heard that right.
âbabyâ, he repeats casually.
âdonât call me thatâ,
âi have to if weâre going to play a lovely doting husband and wife coupleâ, he says and you give him a glare, lasers practically shooting out from your eyes.
âweâre not playing husband and wife right now so watch your mouth, mingyuâ, you warn and he just shrugs as you fix your attention back on jeonghan.
âit hasnât even been 24 hours and you guys are already arguing? i just hope you survive the mission and donât rip each otherâs throats by the end of thisâ, jeonghan says, amused.
âspeaking about that, hereâs your marriage certificate. i made it so youâve both been married for a year and a half, less suspicious that wayâ, jeonghan explains. âoh, and i also sneaked you both an invite to a party hosted by yeonjun. itâll be a good opportunity to gather connections and intel. itâs tomorrow nightâ, jeonghan adds as he hands you the invitations.
âdamn howâd you manage that?â, you ask. âi have my ways, you should know that by now y/n. i'm the man who can get away with anythingâ, he replies giving you a wink. you chuckle at his words. âhow could i forget, youâre called a menace for a reasonâ, you tease, laughing along with him.
âand iâm still working on getting the invite for the auction, it should be done in a few daysâ. jeonghan later says and you both leave after chatting a bit more.
that night you lay in bed, barely managing to fall sleep. the hours fly by and you check your appearance in the mirror one last time before stepping out of the room. youâd worn a simple black dress and just lightly styled your hair. you didnât want to go overboard since this wasnât the actual mission, so you kept it pretty but to a minimum, but still enough to make it look like you were wealthy and could blend into the crowd at tonightâs party.
âare you ready? weâll be lateâ, you say, calling out to mingyu who was in his room.
you hear the shuffle of his shoes as you do a quick check of your small handbag â tissues, lip gloss, phone and most importantly, a pocket knife. when you look back up, mingyu is staring at you.
âwhat? hurry up, we havenât got all dayâ, you add, walking to the front as you slip into a pair of matching black heels. you know our cover when weâre out yeah?â, mingyu asks as he comes up to you.
âyup, we just moved in the neighborhood, youâre an ER doctor, and iâm a lovely housewife who spends her time shopping, relaxing and spending your moneyâ, you say with a fake smile.
âbut do you even know anything about being a doctor, you better not mess up if someone asks you medical terms and shitâ, you say, pointing a finger at him.
âdonât go underestimating my skills y/n, iâve got it coveredâ
âyou betterâ, you snap back, walking ahead of him towards the door.
the party is high in security but you make it through without a hassle. you had gone through the files seokmin had sent on the people attending and memorized everyoneâs name, face, job, and even what they eat for dinner. you had to know everything in order to blend in. you step out of the car and mingyu offers you his hand to hold onto. you smile and take it because you do have to act. you put on your friendly face and enter the party, your eyes scanning the crowd. you spot a few people you recognise from the files youâd read last night, the connections forming in your head. just then mingyu sees someone and whispers thatâll heâll be back, parting ways with you and youâre left alone.
you take this chance to mingle with the other women that you spot in a corner â who were all your new neighbors. this was a good time to introduce yourself, so you walk towards them and smile.
âhello!â, you say brightly and they turn around to look at you. one of them seems to recognize you and smiles.
âhi! youâre new to the area, right? i saw you moving in the other sayâ, she says.
âyes, i just moved here with my husbandâ, you explain as a waiter comes by, offering you drinks on a shiny tray. you take one and so do they.
âwhereâs your husband?â, one of them asks.
âoh, heâs just talking so an acquaintance over thereâ, you say, looking back as you nudge your head in mingyu's direction.
âwhat does he do?â, another one asks excitedly upon spotting mingyu in the crowd. you already knew what they were thinking at the way they were looking at him.
âheâs a doctor, he works in the ERâ, you tell.
âoh you poor thing. he must be working late oftenâ, she adds and just then you feel a hand wrap around your waist and the whiff of cologne in the air.
âhello ladies, i donât think iâve introduced myself. iâm mingyu, nice to meet youâ, he says and all the ladies smiles, shamelessly checking him out. but like you cared.
âyour wife was just telling us that you work at the ER, it must be tiring, coming home late every day. iâd hate if my husband came late every dayâ, one of the women says in mock pity.
but mingyu only smirks. âi may come home late, but i always make it up to you in bed, donât i babyâ, he says, looking at you and you almost choke on your drink.
you clear your throat, changing the topic, and all the ladies giggle. after you finally manage to separate from them, you walk around, assessing the situation.
âi can see a lot of people from soyeonâs sideâ, you say and mingyu agrees. âjihyoâs here tooâ, he adds. she was the it woman in business right now and she was rising up the ranks quickly. âjihyo is definitely going to be at the auctionâ, you add. âshould i get friendly with her?â, you ask and mingyu thinks for a few seconds before answering.
âbe careful, if you approach her suddenly she might be waryâ, he says softly. âyouâre not drinking?â you ask, noticing how his glass has gone untouched. âgotta drive us back, so no, i wonât be drinking tonightâ. of course, you had forgotten about that. at least he had some manners, unlike seungcheol.
after managing to gather enough intel and make some connections, you and mingyu decide to retire for the night. you both walk out hand in hand and just then your stomach growls. you were hungry, you hadnât eaten anything there, not wanting to get distracted and also maybe drinking that glass of champagne on an empty stomach wasnât such a good idea.
âhungry? we can grab something on the wayâ, mingyu prompts.
you see a mcdonaldsâ drive-thru on the way back and tell mingyu to stop by there. âyou donât want real food?â, mingyu asks. âwhat do you mean, this is real foodâ, you declare.
âdo you eat this often?â, he asks.
âthat is none of your business, just get me some nuggets, fries, and a mcflurryâ, you say.
he doesnât get anything, saying heâll make himself something at home and you donât complain. you offer him a nugget and some fries but he declines, just driving as he tells you to not spill anything as you munch on the nuggets.
âiâm sure i can make better nuggets than thatâ, mingyu finally speaks.
âgood for you mingyu, i donât careâ, you say, plopping the last bite of nugget into your mouth.
âyeah iâm sure youâll start caring when i make you breakfast tomorrow and then youâll never want to eat anything else, only something iâve cookedâ, he boasts.
âis that so? youâre going to spoil me, looking forward to itâ,you add, going back to your mcflurry.
the next morning, mingyu does in fact get up early and makes breakfast for the both of you. it would be a lie to say that it wasnât good, it was actually the best thing you had eaten in a while. over the course of the next week and the days building up to the auction, you attend a few more events together, getting to know more people and making connections. you make yourself friendly with the neighboring women and go shopping together. with all the new intel gathered each time, you pass it over to seokmin.
mingyu and you stop by the safehouse again to collect the invitation to the auction that jeonghan finally got and to update seungcheol on the missionâs progress. you both had somewhat managed to get alongâŚwell, almost. if mingyu didnât make some snarky comment or say something to get on your nerves once in a while it would be better, but he should just be grateful he was alive right now. the urge to strangle mingyu was immense.
âwhatâs the progress?â, seungcheol asks.
âitâs good. we know for a fact that jihyo is attending the auction and maybe some people from soyeonâs team might attend on her behalfâ, mingyu tells.
âim glad you guys seem to be getting alongâ, seungcheol tells, surprised.
âbarely, i need to tell him to shut up and not spew stupid stuff, it really gets on my nerves. and please tell him to stop walking around the house shirtless. itâs damaging to my eyes â, you complain.
âi didnât even do anything, iâm just looking out for her well-being, she has some really peculiar habits and also itâs hot? and itâs literally my house? i can do whatever i wantâ, mingyu defends.
âexcuse me?â, you cut him
âyou heard her mingyuâ, seungcheol directs your words to him. and just then seokmin and jeonghan enter.
âhereâs the auction invitation, keep it safeâ, he says, handing it to mingyu.
âhereâs how the painting looks. itâs called the great fields done by the 18th-century artist lily lee. itâs been hidden away from the public eye for twenty eyes and itâs supposed to be one of her best paintings. itâs worth billions from what i knowâ, seokmin explains as he shows us a picture of the painting. it was pretty indeed but it was weird why it had been hidden away for so long.
âi already have someone working on the knock-off for the paintingâ, he adds.
âit better be a damn good knock-offâ, seungcheol warns, raising his eyebrows.
âit will be. the guy i asked will get it down to every detail and even mimic each brushstroke. the historians wouldnât even be able to tell a differenceâ, seokmin assures.
âgood. now y/n, i have a small task for you, it would be great if you can complete it by tonight. itâs for a high-priority client and iâll pay you extraâ, seungcheol says.
âsure, what do i need to do?â
and thatâs how you were now on the balcony of a 7th-floor apartment, trying to break in by unlocking the window. the guy you had to kill was a traitor. he took money from innocent people and then threatened them. he was getting in the way of business for the client so he had to goâŚforever. you opened the window and jumped in, landing soundlessly on your feet as you crouched down, scanning the room. you didnât like to drag things out so you were going to make this quick.
you hear the hiss of a shallow breath and you quickly realize youâre not alone. someone else is here. you turn around and hide in the corner, peeking out and thatâs when a man comes lunging at you with a knife. you dodge and grab his arm, twisting it as you push him against the wall, the knife falling from his hands as you bang his head against the wall. he grunts in pain and falls to the floor and you quickly move to locate the target, whoâs heard all the commotion and is coming downstairs. he sees you and his eyes widen as he turns around and starts to run back upstairs. you run after him, placing your foot in the door before he can close and lock it. you push the door with all your strength, willing it to open and he stumbles backward. you waste no time in getting out your gun and shooting him in the chest. the silencer on your gun made sure no sound was heard as he fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his chest and gasping for air as blood oozed out of the wound, staining the wooden floor crimson red.
but just then, something hits you on the back of your head with a sudden force and you clutch your head in pain, falling to your knees as you try to look up. you grit your teeth and get up, dodging the other attack but your head is still ringing from the hit. you see how the man grabs the near-empty wine bottle and smashes it against the wall, creating a sharp glass shard, almost like a dagger. you get up as he attacks, swiftly trying to move out of the way. unfortunately, you end up tripping on the carpet that folded over and you miss the way his other hand lunges out, and the sharp glass shard pierces into your skin, just over your waist as it drags along your lower abdomen, digging into your flesh. you hiss in pain and raise your gun, aiming at his leg as you shoot him and he yells out in pain and falls down. after you torture him a little and find intel on him and who sent him before putting a bullet straight through his head.
fifteen minutes later, you kick his body, adjusting the position and plant information in the room and his phone to look like this was done by his employees who were tired of his threats and doing all the dirty work for him. you climb out the window and use the window ledges to climb down. you discard your coat in your bag and cover yourself with another coat, adjusting your outfit before walking out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. you walk straight ahead, not looking back. the dull pain of the stab starting to sting as you walk as you clutch your coat tightly around you.
you reach back home, ignoring mingyu in the kitchen as you go straight to your room, the door slamming unintentionally behind you.
ây/n?â, mingyu calls out. you ignore him and go to the bathroom and locking the door, sitting down against the bathtub as you lift your shirt up to access the wound. it was a deep cut no doubt, thankfully no vital organs had been hit. you donât know if you should say that you were lucky or if the bastard just had terrible aim. but the cut was messy and well bloody.
âare you ignoring me now?â, you hear mingyu shout out. he knocks on the bathroom door.
ây/n what happened?â, he asks, a sudden shift in his tone.
ânothing iâm fine mingyu, i canât use the bathroom in peace?â, you counter.
âstop lying, i saw the drops of blood trailing to your room. open the door nowâ, he demands.
you sigh. why did he have to be so aware of his surroundings. talk about occupational hazards.
âiâm fine mingyu, stop overreactingâ, you say, not hearing a reply, thinking he mustâve left.
after a minute, you hear the door lock rattle and unlock, mingyu pushing the door open and once his eyes land on you they darken.
âwhat the fuck, mingyu? i could have been naked, you canât just barge in like thatâ, you say, annoyed and shocked.
âi can if itâs an emergency and did you forget i have the keys baby, this is my house so my rulesâ, he counters as he walks over to you and sees you cover the wound with your hand. not that it helps because your hand is all bloody too.
âshit baby, youâre bleeding badâ, he tells, kneeling down so he could match your height so he can acess the wound, seeing the blood ooze out from the side of your palm as you pressed against the cut, trying to put some pressure on it.
you glare at him at the mention of that stupid nickname. âi told you not to call me that and i donât need your helpâ, you grit out, pushing his hand away when he moves to help you.
âyou either take my help like a good girl or you can shut up, your choice sweetheartâ, he says, staring you down.
and before you can even protest or say anything, heâs lifting you off the edge of the bathtub and sitting you down on the countertop beside the sink.
âare you deaf? i said i can manage on my own, i donât need your help mingyuâ, you say, trying to move but the movement causes pain to shoot up through your left side, making you let out a soft whimper of pain.
mingyu wastes no time in fetching the medical kit and his hand is already moving to lift you shirt so he can see the wound. you side-eye him as you lift the shirt, bunching it at your ribs.
âyouâre so annoyingâ, you mumble as he assesses the wound.
âyou should look at yourself in the mirrorâ, he says, making you lean back a bit so he could see the cut fully. you hiss in pain when the disinfectant comes in contact with your skin, biting your lip as it burns. this was the one thing you could never get used to.
âow, just make sure there are no tiny glass piecesâ, you mumble and he snaps his head up. âglass?â, he asks and your nod confirms his suspicions. he takes his time, making sure no tiny shards of glass are left as he cleans your wound. you close your eyes as he cleans the cut and wipes away all the blood, but your heavy breathing wasnât helping, making a little blood seep out every time you took a breath in and out.
ârelax babyâ, he coos, his hands resting on your thighs as he looks at you, standing between your legs as he discards another piece of bloody cotton to the side.
âi would if you just left me aloneâ, you snap out.
he rolls his eyes. âyouâre so stubborn, itâs infuriatingâ, he says, leaning closer
âi could say the same thing about you, youâre so fucking irritatingâ, you answer back.
âi really donât know why youâre acting like an idiot when iâm trying to help youâ
âi never asked for your help did i, mingyu?â
âso what? iâm doing a favor and being niceâ
âby helping me when i said i didnât want your helpâ, you emphasise, as you move up to sit up straighter, not realizing how close you had ended up getting to him.
âjust stay stillâ, he demands and you donât bother talking back this time as he cleans up the cut.
âwhoever did this, iâll kill himâ, he mutters as he wraps a gauze around your waist to cover the cut.
âalready didâ, you confirm and wince a little as he tightens the gauze.
âthere, youâre all setâ, he says once heâs done, looking at you, and heâs still so close. your gaze flickers down to his lips before flickering to the side. maybe a part of you hated him because of how attractive you found himâŚgod. you didnât want to make things unnecessarily complicated. it was easier to hate him than admit he had an effect on you.
youâre walking back home after just killing someone (yet another side assingment seungcheol put you on) when you notice a car following you from behind. shit. did they place someone to guard the house? you had to think quickly and shake off the tail otherwise things would get complicated. but then the car speeds up and honks, the window opening, and to your horror, itâs mingyu. what the hell was he doing here?
âwhat are you doing here?â, you nearly shout. âwere you stalking me?âÂ
âiâll explain later, but get inâ, mingyu says.
âi can get home myself thank you. i need to stop by somewhere tooâ, you say, which was a lie. you just didnât want to listen to him given you werenât playing house right now.
âitâs going to rainâ, he adds, as you start walking and he follows you with the car.
âitâs not going to rain mingyuâ, you say, walking ahead, ignoring him.
and not even a minute later, you feel the first few drops of rain fall on you. dammit.
âsee, i told you it was going to rainâ, he says.
âi have an umbrella, iâll manage, just goâ, you tell, annoyed that he was right.
you pretend to look in your bag because, of course, you donât have a fucking umbrella. the rain starts to pour down heavier and if you donât make a choice now, you were going to get drenched.
âi know you donât have an umbrella, y/n, so stop being stubborn and get in the fucking carâ, he yells louder, getting impatient.
you stop and look at him. âdid you just yell at me?â, you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.
he rolls his eyes and sighs. âyouâre so stubborn god, what are you going to lose by getting in the damn car. youâre already getting soaked,â he adds.
âask me nicelyâ, is all you say as you stare back at him, challenging him.
ây/n get in the car because itâs rainingâ, he says giving you a fake smile too.
âyou didnât say pleaseâ, you add and he sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder.
ây/n please get in the carâ, he repeats and you shoot him a small satisfied smile as you open the door and get in the car.
âokay now care to explain why you were following me?â, you tell.
âcare to explain why youâre so damn stubborn?â, he counters.
âi am not stubborn, stop being an ass and just tell me why you were following meâ, you say.
âiâm the ass? like you werenât acting like one by not getting in the carâ, he says making you scoff.
âfuck you, mingyuâ, you sneer, looking out the window as the rain poured harder. the rest of the car ride is silent but youâre glad. if you had to talk to him for another minute right now youâd end up strangling him on the spot.
the rest of the few weeks goes by with you going to a few more events to socialize and familiarize yourselves with the environment, the people and also gather valuable information and intel. mingyu and you seem to play the husband-wife role pretty convincingly. you both come back home late that night but you barely manage to sleep. since you were up early, you decide to hit the gym. one of the perks of this house was that it had a fully equipped gym room, courtesy of mingyu of course.Â
when you enter the room, you quickly realise youâre not alone and mingyu was there too. great. you were almost going to exit but you catch yourself. you didnât do anything wrong, so why run? you walk in to see mingyu doing some pull-ups. his back was to you but youâre sure he noticed your presence - of course he did. you watch as he does a few more pull-ups, the muscles on his back and arms flexing with each move.
âstop ogling meâ, mingyuâs voice floats in the room, breaking the silence.
âim not ogling you, grossâ, you scoff, disgusted. âi thought seungcheol told you to stop walking around shirtlessâ, you add, giving him a look.
ârelax, baby, iâll put on a shirt later, i know youâre enjoying the viewâ, he smiles back as he jumps down and turns to face you. asshole.
âyeah, rightâ
âyou were literally ogling me right nowâ, he deadpans.
âI WAS NOT! stop calling it that. i was just assessing where i need to strike first in order to kill you, you know, for research purposesâ, you snap back, only for him to smirk back at you.
âyeah? iâll choose to believe that little lie for now but iâd like to see you tryâ, he provokes, walking closer to you.
âoh yeah? iâd love to. the moment this operation is done, iâll be coming for you, so you better watch your backâ, you tell, playing along as you cross your arms across your chest.
âhm, whatever you say, babyâ, he says, stepping closer until heâs towering over you. you look up at him and stare back. not that pet name again. you told him countless times not to call you that, it was infuriating, but he just didnât get it, did he? he needed to be taught a lesson. in a blink of an eye, you grab your knife which you kept concealed and grab mingyuâs arm, swinging him so his back hits the wall with a thud, the cold metal of the knife to his neck.
âif you call me baby one more time, i swear i will actually strangle and kill youâ, you threaten, staring right up at mingyu. mingyuâs surprised and amused. it would be a lie to say he didnât find you hot right now.
âalways carry a knife around with you?â, he prompts, raising his eyebrow.
you smile, leaning closer to him as you whisper in his ear. âitâs my favorite one, itâll slice your neck and you wouldnât even know it until youâre choking and gasping on the floorâ, you tell.
âyeah, baby? i canât wait to see you tryâ, he whispers back, his hands grabbing your waist, spinning you, his other hand reaching up to hold both your hands up by the wrist, pinning you to the wall. you try to move but his grip was solid.
âso, how are you going to kill me now?â, he mocks, pushing you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. he looks at you, his nose almost brushing against yours.
âi could maybe snap your neck right now or still slice your neck, your choiceâ, you say, blinking up at him innocently.
âyeah? care to show me how?â, and so you do, bringing your leg up to knee him in the shin, swiftly wrapping your arm around his shoulder as you kick his feet, making him lose his balance. you push him down and knock him to the ground and he falls on his back. heâs lucky he lands on the foam mattress that was on the side and you waste no time in bending down and straddling him, holding your knife to his neck, and adding a little pressure this time for fun.
âany last words?â, you ask and he just smiles up at you.
âiâll spare you for now because we have a mission to completeâ, you add, getting up as you push off him but he grabs you, flipping you over in the blink of an eye so that heâs hovering over you now.
âi take it you want me to stab you anyway?â, you ask, the knife still strong in your grip.
âwhy do you hate me so much?â, he asks, looking down at you, his body caging yours.
âyou really want to know?â,
âim so curiousâ, he tells lowly.Â
âbecause youâre so fucking cocky about everything and too full of yourselfâ, you tell, looking up at him. âand youâre an idiot who only thinks heâs handsome and just everything about you is infuriatingâ, you spit.
âreally? i think you forgot to add the part where you have a small crush on me?â, he adds with a smirk and youâve had enough. you place your hands on his chest and push him off you, sitting up.
âthatâs the biggest lie iâve ever heardâ, you say.
âi just know it baby��oops i mean, y/nâ, he says, getting up to fetch his bottle of water as he walks to the side.
âbut you did just call me handsomeâ, he points out as he takes a sip of water.
âi did notâ, you grit out. âand i do not have a crush on you. if you were the last man on earth i would gladly die singleâ, you grit out.
âlies, you spew such lies, y/nâ, he says, laughing.
the next morning you see mingyu in the kitchen and he smiles, fucking smiles at you.
âi was expecting you to sneak into my room last night and-â âslit your throat? oh yeah i was so tempted but i thought that would be too painfulâ, you tell innocently.
âor youâre just scared to do itâ, he says.
âi think you forget iâm a trained assassin. i know more than 20 ways to kill a man so you should be careful. you should start by hoping i didnât poison the coffee youâre drinking right nowâ, you say before turning and walking away.
you hear him chuckle but it fades away after a few seconds. âwaitâŚyou didnât really spike my coffee rightâŚy/nâŚâ, mingyu asks and you smirk to yourself, not giving him an answer as you make your way back to your room. 1 for y/n, 0 for mingyu.
things are starting to get serious now. itâs two days before the big event and you have a meeting at the safehouse with seungcheol, dokyeom, dino and vernon, who are all going to help you in pulling this off by working behind the scenes. seokmin told you that heâll get you the knock-off painting in a van that evening and dino would help assist you while vernon be there to hack the security systems and cameras when needed.
the plan was that youâd leave to the auction and watch around. youâd have to make a few bids too, so youâd blend in and seungcheol had given you the money so you were free to bid on anything you liked. then there was a 45-minute break between and it was in that break that you had to steal the painting without getting caught. dino would be waiting down in a van, pretending he was a driver and heâd take off with the painting. the only thing left was pulling this off. with the level of security that this event was going to have, you needed to do everything right to pull this off. you were excited.
it's finally d-day. youâre getting ready in your room, due to leave in 15 minutes. you spent the entire day figuring out what to wear. it was a posh event, so you had to wear something pretty, something that would make heads turn, something that would make me look like you fit in there - something exquisite. you decided to go buy a dress earlier because you didnât have anything fancy to wear with you, since youâd left most of those types of dresses back home, only bringing essentials along when you moved in with mingyu for the time being. you ended up buying a pretty sweet and head turning dress, something fancy in your favourite color too. it was a maroon, satin dress, which went all the way down to the floor. there was a slit for the leg that stopped just short of your thigh. the highlight of the dress was the back â it was backless, with a criss-cross strap that had to be tied. the only problem, you couldnât seem to reach back to tie it tight enough that it wouldn't unravel during the night.Â
you wore your heels - white glitter ones to contrast the red dress. you checked your makeup in the mirror one last time and tried to tie the strings on your back again but you couldnât seem to get the crisscross pattern right and you were struggling to tie it up. just then you hear a knock on your door.
ây/n are you ready? we have to leave in five minutesâ, mingyu says from outside.
âokay!â
and five minutes later, youâve given up, groaning as you bring your arms down, knocking your arm on the table in the process. âouchâ, you say in frustration and mingyu knocks on your door again.
ây/n? are you okay?â, he asks again, opening the door slightly. you get up to open the door and mingyu looks at you. you watch as his eyes rake all over your body as checks you out. you stare back at his face and heâs still staring at you, his eyes moving over every part of your body. you ask him something but he doesnât reply, still staring, devouring you with his eyes as he takes you in.Â
âfinished eye fucking me?â, you ask, annoyed, bringing his attention back to you. he looks at you and smirks. âi wasnât done but i can continue laterâ, he teases.
âwhatever, can you help me tie my dress in the back? i just canât seem to reach itâ, you ask him and he stands up straighter and you realize this wasnât the sort of question or help he was expecting you to ask.
âsureâ, is all he says and you turn around, holding your hair up so mingyu could tie your dress.
âyou have to crisscross it and then tie itâ, you explain, looking at his reflection in the mirror in front of you.
as he ties your dress, his fingers rub your bare back occasionally, sending sparks all over you body. he pulls back the threads to make them tight. you watch from the mirror as he tries his best to carefully tie it. he lookedâŚso fucking good tonight. the suit was tailor made for him, making him look crisp and sharp. youâd have to painfully admit that he did indeed look hot tonight but you catch yourself and swat those thoughts and any other intruding thoughts away immediately. youâre about to move a bit forward when he pulls back again, securing the knot, and then his eyes find yours in the mirror reflection.
âyou look gorgeousâ, he whispers against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.
âi know, thanks for the confirmation thoughâ, you say, not willing to be swayed by his comment and how much he seemed to be affecting you right now.
âletâs go steal a paintingâ, you say with a smirk.
you drive to the event, and somehow mingyu managed to snag a limo to the event. donât ask how, it was probably seungcheolâs doing but now youâre driving there. you put your in-ears on for further communication with mingyu and the others on the mission. woozi had designed it so it look like an ear cuff, making it look less suspicious on you. mingyuâs was transparent in the front, so it blended in.
ârelaxâ, mingyu says after a few minutes of silence in the car as he sits opposite you.
âi am relaxedâ
âyou look tenseâ
âiâve stolen plenty of stuff before so this is a piece of cakeâ, you tell.
âwe got thisâ, he assures.
you reach the venue and get down, mingyu offering you his hand as you step out of the car. you take it and you automatically wrap your arm around his as you both walk in together. you stand behind a few people, all waiting to move inside and everyone is holding the same invitation you are holding. when itâs finally your turn, mingyu shows the person your invites and after scanning it for a few seconds he hands it back to us, telling us to enjoy our time here. youâre handed a number picket from the counter the moment you enter, for you to make bids.
the auction starts in an hour since people are still coming. most of the vvip and vip guests coming later for security reasons. you walk to the hall and scan the crowd for anyone you know or can recognize. mingyu does too. you agree to split up and scan the hall so it would be faster, mingyu going left while you go right. after youâve confirmed whoâs coming and whoâs yet to come, cross checking with the guest list that youâve memorized that jeonghan managed to get his hands on. there were still a few guests and vips left to arrive. all the vvips or vips who did arrive were on the other side of the hall, with higher security. jihyo hadnât arrived yet and you couldn't see anyone from soyeonâs team either. but you did spot hwasa; she had multiple businesses and was a trendsetter. anything she touched, ate or wore was sold out, she was that good, and everyone loved her. it was going to be interesting to see what she bids for here.
after gathering all the information you needed, youâre turning around when a man bumps into you.Â
âoh, im so sorryâ, he says, turning around.
âitâs no problemâ, you say, putting your hand up. he looks at you again, shamelessly checking you out and you roll your eyes as you turn to walk away again, but he grabs your hand.
âwait, i donât think iâve seen you around, are you new here?â, he asks, hopeful, but you had no interest in entertaining him.
âyeah, i just moved hereâ, you say, quickly, pulling you hand out of his grip. âi have to goâ, you add.
âsee you at the auction? which number are you, iâll try to sit at your tableâ, he asks, getting desperate.
âthatâs all right, im fineâ, you say again, trying your best to be nice.Â
âcome on, donât be shyâ, he adds with a chuckle. âgirls are usually falling all over meâ, he adds, maybe not liking how you were not falling for his tricks.
âcanât let beautiful women like yourself be alone at an event like this, can i? which table will you be seated at? i can show you around if you likeâ, he asks again and now youâre really starting to get irritated. you would have knocked him out by now if this was any other circumstance but you hold back, not wanting to cause a scene or mess anything up.
youâre about to say something when you feel a warm hand encircle your waist and from the smell of the cologne, you already know who it is â mingyu.
âthere you are baby, i was looking for youâ, he says sweetly, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him. thereâs a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he looks at the man who was talking to you.
âwhoâs this?â, mingyu asks, looking at you, his grip getting tighter around your waist.
âoh iâm sorry i just bumped into her and was apologizingâ, the man fills in.
âi see. next time i suggest you watch where youâre goingâ, mingyu tells, glaring at the guy as he pulls you away, telling you that he wanted you to meet someone.
as you walk, you notice a few heads turn and people look at you but you just ignore it and walk like you belong there. you hear mingyu faintly curse under his breath.
âwhat?â, you ask
âyou shouldnât have worn that baby, everyone is staring at youâ, he grits out lowly, jealousy evident in his voice.
âexcuse me? are you sure youâre not the one staring? it doesnât matter to me, as long as we steal the painting and get the job doneâ, you say, lifting your dress up slightly as you walk up the stairs to the auction hall.
âthat idiot is following usâ, he adds, spotting him from his peripheral vision.
âwell, thatâs annoying, we donât need him tailing us. should i knock him out and throw him somewhere?â, you ask as you walk, smiling at a few people who welcome us at the top of the stairs.
âiâd have knocked him out myself if i had to but thatâs a risky move for nowâ, he says. we reach the upper floor and mingyu holds your hand as he leads me to the left side of the hall, where there are fewer people. mingyuâs back faces the people as you look ahead.
âis he still looking at us?â, mingyu asks, his back facing the man who was still following you.
 âyeah but what do we-â, youâre cut off by mingyuâs hand tilting your chin as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressed against yours. he pulls away ever so slightly as he looks at you.
âmingyu-", he kisses you again, this time moving his lips against yours and your move my lips too, kissing him back. he pulls away a few seconds later.
âwhat are you doing?â, you finish your sentence, shocked.
ânow look, heâll be trying to find a new target to wooâ, he tells and you look, seeing the man already talking to another group of women, hoping to find a different date.
âworked like a charmâ, he says, with a satisfied smirk. and thatâs when the action of what mingyu just did hits you, but you decide not to say anything, not wanting to yell at him or draw any more attention to yourself. youâd give him hell about this later.
the auction is about to begin and you find a table to the front, and sit down. you mentally make a note of where a few other vips are sitting and scan the crowd. you spot jihyo in the front, surrounded by a few bodyguards who are off to the side.
âgood evening ladies and gentlemen! welcome to the annual auction hosted by the national museum of culture and arts. we are pleased to have you all here. we will be starting the auction and the rules are simple â the highest bidder wins, so have fun. we would also like to mention that part of the funds collected from the auction will be put aside to aid in cultural growth and in preserving national treasures and artifacts. we will also be partnering with Vision to offer scholarships to five students. your contributions will be deeply appreciated.", the host welcomes and explains.
"and the most anticipated part of the night, the beautiful painting âthe great fields of sorrowâ by lily lee will be unveiled to the public after 20 years. you do not want to miss this, it is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we are so glad you are all here to witness history in the making. now, let us beginâ, the host announces, gleefully.
the auction begins and the first few bids go by fast, people bidding left, right, and center. but itâs towards the end that the most valuable artifacts and paintings start coming out. you have your eye on this one painting, youâd seen it in the auction catalog earlier and you were determined to get it. the moment the painting comes up to be bid, you grab the picket from mingyu and raise you hand, making a bid.
âwhat are you doing?â, mingyu asks.
âbidding?â, you tell like it wasnât obvious to mingyu right now.
a few more people bid on the painting but you bid again, raising the bid higher and higher each time. but some women keeps bidding along as well and you werenât going to lose this. you raise you hand, making the bid higher and now itâs just you and the other woman raising hands as you both try to outbid each other.
âwhat are you doing? drop itâ, mingyu says next to you.
âno, that paintingâs mineâ, you grit out, raising your hand again to raise the bid. anyone could be able to feel the tension in the room right now.
ây/n, we donât have that much money to spend, are you crazy?â, he asks, turning towards me.
"i donât care, i want thatâ, you tell, raising your hand to make another bid, raising the price impossibly high. people who were bored and had no interest in the auction were suddenly watching us carefully, eager to see who would finally win the bid.
the lady falters, wondering if she should raise the bid and no one else raises their hand to make another bid. you smile to yourself.
âgoing onceâ, the man says, hoping the lady would change her mind and raise the bid.
âgoing twiceâŚ.and soldâ, he declares, the wooden hammer hitting the wooden plate and youâre smiling in victory.
âi wonâ, you tell mingyu.
âyeah and you better be explaining to seungcheol why his assets suddenly depletedâ mingyu tells.
âat least seungcheol would let me have it, unlike you, sitting here and complaining, itâs so annoyingâ, you add, clicking your tongue.
âyouâre the annoying oneâ, he says without missing a beat and you kick his leg from under the table, giving him a fake smile. âshut up and donât get on my nervesâ, you tell through gritted teeth, making a few heads turn. you clear your throat and sip on your champagne, smiling at the few people who turn to look at you.
that was the last bid and the auction had now ended. people start getting up to either grab a drink and talk or to go make arrangements to collect their paintings or artifacts that they just bought. this was indeed a good way you could sneak the real painting out. you quickly intercom with dino and you coordinate with him, vernon listening in too so heâd know which cameras to hack and take down.
âwe should go, we have only 45 minutes before the painting is revealedâ, you tell, getting up and walking out to the outer hall. there is music playing and someone is singing. the host announces that people can dance if they like and a few people do, couples peppered across the floor as they dance and sway together. you steer right away from the crowd and start moving downstairs when mingyu grabs your hand, blocking your path.
âcare to dance?â, he asks.
âno i donât danceâ, you tell but mingyu ignores you and holds your hand as he guides you to the hall where the crowd was, choosing a quiet corner and pulling you closer to him, his hand resting on your waist as his other hand is intertwined in yours.
âmingyu i said i donât want to danceâ, you tell, slightly annoyed.
âi know, but i doâ, he says and you find yourself moving closer to him as your rest your other hand on his shoulder, trying not to bump into the person behind you. you both sway to the soft music that plays and mingyu locks eyes with you, a small smile playing on his face and you don't realise how close you've gravitated towards him.
âweâre wasting time, letâs goâ, you tell after two minutes.
âa little fun never hurt, you need to learn to let loose a little, sweetheartâ, he tells, looking at you and you donât miss the way his gaze flickers down to your lips.
âbut you really should have worn something elseâ, he whispers near your ear. âiâm starting to get jealous at the way all the other guys are starting at you."
"it's a pretty sweet outfit isn't itâ, you say softly and the the corner of his mouth lifts into a faint smile.
âhm letâs goâ, he says, pecking your cheek as he intertwines his hand in yours. you walk down together and walk towards the restrooms. when the path looks clear, you take a detour to the staff room, which would give you access to the basement and other private areas of the building. jeonghan had given you copies of the access key too, so you could now slip into any room you liked without having to break any alarms.
youâd already memorized the layout of the room and knew exactly where the safe room would be located.
âyou brought a gun right?â, you ask.
âwhat do you think baby, of course, i didâ, he answers raising his brow. it was hidden using a chip that emitted waves and would not be picked up by any electronic scanner, which is how it got sneaked in successfully. another one of wooziâs genius creations. you reach the safe room but there were two guards up ahead.
âvernon, can you hack the walkie-talkies? tell the guards to move to the upper levelâ, you ask.
âon itâ, vernon responds immediately and in two minutes the guards start walking away and turning around the corner.
you run up and unlock the door using the key card, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind you. you unlock another door and finally head inside the safe room, where the painting and other treasures were stored.
the painting is easy to find, itâs kept in a bulletproof glass box but thatâs when you realise something is wrong.
the painting is bigger. itâs not the same size seokmin had told you. you panic because this would now hold you back and you had to think on your feet to figure something out quickly.
âwhat the fuck?â, you tell. âhow are we supposed to discreetly steal this huge painting?â, you almost yell at mingyu whoâs looking at you, confused as well.
âi donât know, we just take it and walk outâ,
âand let everyone know we stole it, mingyu? thatâs just genius. why donât we just announce it to the whole world thenâ, you yell back, annoyed.
âi thought seokmin told us it was going to be smaller? this isnât the same size he mentionedâ, you tell, running a hand through your hair.
âi think he forgot to add one digit in the dimensionsâ, mingyu tells and you mentally face-palm yourself.
âso now what do you want me to do?â
âi donât know just take it and we place the decoy and leaveâ
âthe decoy isnât even the same fucking size mingyuâ, you yell, getting impatient.
âfuckâ, he curses under his breath. âletâs just take the painting and goâ,
âhow do i just take it, mingyu? do you want me to shove this painting up my ass and leave? how the hell are we going to walk out with it? didnât you tell dino was waiting down in the van? how can we possibly walk with this huge painting all the way to the basement and give it to dino without anyone seeing us and not put the knock-off.â, you tell, getting more and more impatient with each passing second.
âjesus, y/n im trying to figure it out so please calm downâ, mingyu snaps back.
âis everything okay?â, vernonâs voice fills your ear.
âwait guys, seokmin just told me that he has the proper decoy size in the van downstairsâ, vernon tells after a few minutes of silence.
âwait what do you mean?â, you ask.
âhe just told me saying he put the correct decoy painting size in the van, and that he realized heâd messed up the dimensions and got it remade. he said his printer had ran out of ink and missed printing one digitâ, vernon explains calmly.
âthen send it in, we have like 20 minutes before the painting gets showcased!â, you yell at vernon.
âdinoâs on his way with it, just hold onâ, vernon assures, going back to intercom with dino.
meanwhile, you and mingyu try to figure out how to unlock the box. the box had a passcode and three wrong tries and it would alarm the security, so you had to be careful. woozi had given you a decoder which mingyu had hidden outside and you grabbed on the way to the safe room. mingyu attaches the decoder and you watch as the numbers scramble, trying to decode the pin and unlock the box.
âwhatâs taking so longâ, you groan, clicking your tongue.
ây/n calm down. weâre fineâ, mingyu says as he locks eyes with you.
âif seokmin hadnât realized weâd have been fucked over big time mingyu, do you understand? we could have gotten caught. do you understand how big of a fucking problem that could have been? and youâre acting all high and mighty asking me to just take this painting and go like it wonât be so fucking obvious that itâs not the same painting. and dino needs to hurry up because there are only ten minutes left, and we need to take this and transport it all before they come in to take the painting out to display, so weâre short on-", youâre cut off by mingyuâs hands cupping your cheek as you feel his soft lips on yours, again.
âyou really need to shut up sometimesâ, he mumbles against your lips. maybe it was because you were in the heat of the moment, but you kiss mingyu back, grabbing him by his tie to pull him closer, closing the gap between you both.
âguys?â, vernonâs voice fills my ear through the in the ear but you both ignore him. âdinoâs almost thereâ, he adds but none of you bother to reply, too busy kissing each other.
the safe door opens and closes in silence and dino steps into the room. (it had a anti slam and quiet door so it would be discreet and safe)Â
âi hope iâm not interrupting something?â, dino asks, making you break away from the kiss and the look on dinoâs face is mischievous.
ân-no"." shit.
"did you get the proper knock off? hurry up we have to be out of here in ten minutesâ, you tell, pushing mingyu off you and walking up to the box, which had successfully unlocked.
dino handles the real painting carefully, wearing a pair of cloth gloves before taking out the painting from the box with care and placing it on the wearable rack, and replacing it with the knockoff that he streathly managed to bring here; courtesy to vernon for hacking the camera footage and security walkie talkies. if you were asked to play spot the difference between the real painting and the fake one, you wouldnât have been able to guess shit, the fake one was just that good. dino quickly covers the real painting in a satin white cloth and you quickly walk out. dino disguised as one of the staff and security members, so it would look like he was just taking the painting you had just bought to your car so you could take it home. thankfully the painting you bid on and bought was around the same size too and you bring it along as you leave. no one gives you any suspicious looks as you leave and you walk out with confidence, your arms locked in mingyu's as you both walk together.
you make it back up to the upper level and back to the hall before you take the elevator to the basement. dino loads the painting into the van and he and vernon take off. mingyu and you bounce as well, getting in the limo and telling your driver to take you back home, making the excuse that you weren't feeling to well when someone approached you, asking why you werenât staying back to see the painting that was going to be revealed shortly.
as soon as you get in the car, you kick off your heels, relief flooding through your feet as you sit. you let out a big sigh and take the chance to open the bottle of champagne thatâs in the car, pouring yourself a glass and mingyu one too, offering him the glass.
âto successfully stealing a paintingâ, you say, raising the glass to make a toast and he smiles. you down the glass in one shot, the adrenaline still pumping in your veins. placing the glass down, you look at mingyu, whoâs still watching you.Â
âwhat?â, you ask mingyu, who looking at you like he wants something.
ânothing, youâre justâŚgorgeousâ, he says.
âyou flatter me too much, mingyuâ, you say, getting up to move, picking up your dress slightly as you move to sit on his lap, straddling him. his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you closer against him as your hands rest on his shoulders. his hand cups your cheek as he leans forward to kiss you, moving his lips against yours, slow and long, kissing you like heâs been craving this all along. he deepens the kiss, biting your lower lip teasingly, making you let out a soft moan, your mind too fuzzy to care about what you were doing right now.
âfuck, youâve been wanting this, havenât you?â, he groans, kissing your jawline.
âi know you wore this dress on purpose baby, to rile me upâ, he says and you kiss him in response and he kisses you back, this time with more vigor and passion.
âmaybeâ, is all you can say as mingyuâs lips are on yours again.
âiâve been dreaming about this for so long, to kiss you, to have youâ, he groans as he kisses your neck, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. your hands busy themselves with loosening his tie and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.
âlook at you, i thought you hated me babyâ, he mumbles against your neck.
âi still doâ, you tell, your voice coming out breathy and soft as he leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone, his hands roaming your body, his touch sending shivers and sparks throughout your body.
âwhat if dino tells on usâ, you realise, whispering softly as he continues to leave soft kisses on your neck.Â
âyouâre worried about that baby? worried heâll run his mouth and tell everyone you were kissing me? the person you claimed you hated?â, he teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
he kisses you again, trailing more kisses to your jawline before his hand reaches over to cup your cheek as he pulls you in, capturing your lips with his again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. you kiss him back, and somehow you couldnât seem to get enough, getting dizzy on how he feels and tastes. he was driving you crazy. he pulls you closer against him, his grip on your waist tightening with each kiss and you start to lose track of how long youâve been at it, making out. thank god for the partition between the driver and you was tinted. the car finally comes to a halt in and mingyu breaks away. âweâre homeâ.
and just like that, mingyu guides you home and wastes no time in kissing you again once youâre behind closed doors, guiding you to his room while he never breaks away, kissing you breathlessly.
the next morning, you wake up tangled in mingyuâs arms and the events of last night come crashing onto you. you turn around to face mingyu and he lazily pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
âgo back to sleepâ, he mumbles and you push away a few stray hairs from his face.
âyouâre so lazyâ, you say, as you move to get out of his arms, but he tightens his grip, not letting you leave.
âdonât make me slit your throat mingyu, let me goâ. you say teasingly, poking his arm and he finally loosens up. just then the doorbell rings. you get up and take a peek, seeing seungkwan standing outside. you open the door but the expression on his face tells you that something is wrong.
âwhatâs wrong?â, you ask, as he steps in.
âdino- he- the paintingâŚdino isâŚâ, seungkwans stutters out, making no sense.
âwhat happened?â you ask again, putting your hands on seungkwanâs shoulders to try and calm him down.
âdino, he got intercepted by another gang and theyâre holding the painting and dino hostageâ, seungkwan spills out.
fuck.
after hearing that you waste no time in going back to the safe house with mingyu.
âhowâd they contact you? how did they know we were going to be thereâ, you ask seungcheol. with him are joshua, vernon, seokmin, and hoshi.
âweâre not sureâ, seokmin says.
âbut what iâm sure of is either they had a tail on you or you told them our locationâ, seungcheol says, looking at you straight in the eye.
âwhat the fuck are you implying?â, mingyu defends immediately.
âno i would never do that seungcheol and you know thatâ, you tell, staring him down.
âhow can you even say thatâ, mingyu adds.
âbecause they want you in exchange for returning the painting and dino back safely y/nâ, seungcheol tells and you pause, trying to process what he just said.
âwhat?â, is all you can say after a few seconds of silence.
âthatâs what they negotiated with seungkwanâ, seungcheol tells. âand if you two had responded to vernon then we could have maybe sorted this out earlier. there was no response from the both of you after last nightâ, seungcheol adds, looking between you and mingyu. you gulp, hoping he canât possibly guess what you and mingyu were up to last night.
âhere are the terms of negotiationâ, seungkwan adds, sliding over a piece of paper to you.
if you want to get back your precious painting and friend, do the following. tell anyone or try to pull anything funny, otherwise the only thing youâll be getting in return is your friendâs dead limp body and a police raid. so, follow the instructions carefully
1)Â Â we want the girl in exchange for the painting and your friend
2)Â Â come to the abandoned warehouse by the paddy fields tonight at 8:00pm
3)Â Â the girl comes alone and thatâs it. once she comes, weâll have the painting and your friend released.
4)Â Â no guns, or weapons, and donât try or even think to act smart in any way unless you want to be responsible for your friendâs death.
the letter was signed off with a stamp of the gang seal, which you faintly recognized for some reason.
âiâll goâ, is all you say because it doesnât look like you have any other option right now. you didnât care about the painting but you did care about dino and you had to make sure heâd come back safe.
âthereâs no way in hell sheâs going aloneâ, mingyu interjects, cleary upset.
âmingyu, stop itâ, you yell at him. who was he to tell you what to do?
âmingyu stop putting your emotions into the mission, we have a problem, and iâm going to deal with it accordingly, or else im putting you outâ, seungcheol says.
âwhat is wrong with you? youâre just going to let them have y/n?â, mingyu asks, getting up, frustrated, running a hard through his already messy hair.
after a few more arguments, things start getting heated between seungcheol and mingyu, seokmin pulls him away from the room and you manage to finish the rest of the conversation with seungcheol. back home, mingyuâs still tense and he hits the gym to try and take off some of his anger and frustration.
you donât know why he was acting like this to be honest. you could manage perfectly well on your own, it wasnât like you were going to die or anything. he seemed to be making a big deal about this and it was getting on your nerves. youâre in your room and you can hear the sound and impact of mingyuâs punches on the boxing bag through the walls. what the fuck was he so worked up for? you try ignore the sound and get back to getting ready for tonight.
you know they said no weapons but you werenât going to go in blind. your pants had a secret pocket where you could hide my small knife easily and it was undetectable. you decide to carry a few more, concealing them in secret pockets so no one would even know. you had everything planned and you weren't going to let the person who took dino off so easily. just then you hear mingyuâs footsteps as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you ignore him, getting up and checking the time. you had to leave in five minutes if you were going to make it there in time. you look at mingyuâs whoâs studying you closely.
âwhat mingyu? stop staring itâs annoyingâ, you tell, breaking the silence, walking towards the door so you can leave, but he blocks your path.
âyouâre not fucking going anywhere y/nâ, he grits out.
âwhat the fuck? who are you to tell me what to do? i know what iâm doing okay and you need to chill outâ, you say, trying to push past him but he doesnât let you.
âmingyu move, im getting lateâ, you say in a stern voice.
âiâm coming with you thenâ, he hisses, grabbing you as he pushes you against the wall.
âno youâre fucking not, stay out of this mingyu, itâs none of your businessâ
âit is because it involves youâ, he says, without missing a beat, leaning closer.
âmingyu, donât let what happened last night make you all soft for me okay, whatever happened just happened. donât try to use that to determine what our relationship is nowâ, you say, trying to sound stern but your voice falters a bit when his hands dig into your waist tighter. he crashes his lips into yours, and the kiss is hot and heavy and angry. your lips move on their own, kissing him back, grabbing his arms for support.
âjust promise me youâll come back to meâŚaliveâ, mingyu mumbles against your lips.
âare you doubting me?", you scoff but he ignores the threat.
âand the first thing youâre going to do when you come back and see me is that youâre going to kiss meâ, he demands.
âthatâs so cheesy and clichĂŠâ, you tell, rolling your eyes.
âiâm not taking no for an answerâ
âfine oh my god, youâre so stupidâ, you mumble, kissing him one last time as he lets you go.
you reach the abandoned warehouse on time, with two minutes to spare. you look around but see no one around, the place dark and deserted. you decide to wait and stand outside to see if anyone shows up. after two minutes of waiting, you hear a rustle in the grass, standing alert, only to see a stray dog appear, but it had something in its mouth. the dog drops the things it was holding in front of your and runs off without warning. you carefully bend down to pick up the things, seeing a piece of paper and a black face cover that was meant to cover you entire face.
put on the mask on and be a good girl and wait
you crush the paper and scan your surroundings one more time before putting the mask on. after a few seconds, you realize the mask is laced with something, something strong and itâs too late because youâre already getting dizzy. your hand slips down as you fail to remove the mask and your knees give in as you fall to the ground, unconscious.
you wake up with the mask still over your head and groan, shaking your head, trying to get rid of the dizziness thatâs was still lingering.
âsheâs awakeâ, you hear someone say, immediately getting alert.Â
âcall bossâ, another voice adds.
you try to move but your hands are bound together tightly with a rope thatâs painfully cutting into your wrists. you can faintly make out the light in the room, it must have been dimly lit. you hear a door open and footsteps, as they come closer to you and suddenly, the mask over your face is harshly yanked out. you close your eyes shut at the sudden intrusion of light and look around, trying to gather your surroundings as your eyes adjust to the light. you manage to look up, seeing a figure looming over you.Â
âhi there pretty girl, remember me?â, he asks menacingly. you blink your eyes as you scan his face, trying to remember who but you donât.
âwho the fuck are you?â, you lash out.
he clicks his tongue in response. âiâm disappointed, i thought youâd remember me after what you did, thatâs a shame. but no worries, we still have timeâ, he says, one of his men dragging a chair and he takes a seat in front of you, leaning forward to get a better look at you, at your state.
âlook at you. youâre supposed to be highly skilled right? but here you are, tied up for me to play with. iâm excitedâ, he tells laughing, a grin forming on his face.
âfuck off, whereâs dinoâ, you spit out and you see the flash of anger that courses through him.
he grabs your face harshly, making you look at him, his hand gripping your jaw.
âbehave or else iâll get angry and slice up your friend. you donât want that do you?â, he warns, putting pressure on your jaw as he squeezes your cheeks tighter. you squirm in his grip and he finally lets you go, your head hitting the wall in the process.
âwhere is he?â, you ask again, breathing hard. âi kept up my end of the dealâ, you grit out.
âoh i will tell you where he is, but i just want to have a little fun with you before that happensâ, he says, a glint in his eyes. he gets up and walks away, saying something to the other men in the room which you donât quite catch.
that night, youâre alone, only with one guy, whom you assume was supposed to keep an eye on you. you try wriggle out of the rope, and even though it burns, you brush the pain away as the rope digs into your wrist. you smile to yourself once your wrists are free. people really had to learn how to tie secure knots really. you stealthily get up while the guard is pathetically snoring. you roll your eyes and get up, stretching and grabbing a stone from the floor as you walk towards him. he opens his eyes just as you stand in front of him and he doesnât get the chance to speak as you crash the stone into his skull and he falls to the ground, unconscious. you knocked him hard enough to knock him out but not kill him. youâre eyes have been trained to see in the dark and you make your way across the room, putting your ear to the door to hear for any voices or signs of life. your hands encloses on the doorknob and you slowly turn it, opening it and peeking out. the coast is clear and you step out and, your footsteps silent as you make your way to the end of the hall. the place abandoned so debris and dust was everywhere. after a few steps you faint voices coming towards you and you still against the wall, peeking your ear out to pick up on the conversation.
âhow much do you think seungcheol would pay to have her back? i think heâs her most valuable assetâ, the voice says, which you recognise as the bossâs voice. âhm letâs see if he wants the painting or herâ, another voice chimes in and you furrow your brows. first of all you didnât need seungcheol protecting you and secondly you were getting pissed at these thugs. you move your foot and knock into something on the floor.Â
âwhat was that?â, you hear the voice ask. you mentally curse and get ready to strike, coming out of the shadows and landing a kick right in the chest of one of the thugs. he falls to the ground with a grunt and loud thud.Â
âoh my, i see you seem to have escapedâ, the boss man tells, looking at you, chuckling.Â
âwhereâs dinoâ, you ask, gripping the broken pipe you picked up on your way.
âI think it would be wise to drop that and not do anything stupid, unless you want your friend chopped up in pieces, iâll glady do it and you know itâ, he says, raisng a brow at you.Â
you study his face and you can tell he would. youâd dealt with enough people in the years youâd taken up this job to be able to read people like a book and this guy was not fooling around when he said he would indeed chop up dino. you grit your teeth as you drop the pipe and it rattles as it hits the ground, echoing in the empty hallway.
âgood girlâ, he tells condescendingly, smirking, satisfied. ânow letâs get you backâ, he adds, and this time youâre cuffed in chains, but youâd figure a way to get out.Â
two days go by and this boss guy is nowhere to be seen. you can tell heâs trying to weaken you by starving you but you could handle this. youâve been through worse honestly. itâs the third night now and youâre getting impatient and a little tired of this waiting game.
âwhere the hell is your boss? did i scare him off? ask him to come here right nowâ, you demand
âheâs busyâ, the guard tells, not even bothering to look at you, dismissing you completely.
âbusy doing what? chickening out? tell him to come here right nowâ, you yell and probably because you kept belittling his âbossâ, you hear him send another man to give the message. and sure enough, a few hours later the boss man comes walking in.
âi hear you were causing a ruckusâ, he tells.
âwhereâs dinoâ, you demand.
âdonât worry about him. iâd worry about you becauseâ, he says, getting down on one knee to come at eye level with me. âiâm going to take my time killing you slowlyâ, he says.
âyeah iâd rather enjoy killing you firstâ, you say.
âyou really donât recognize me, do you? stupid girlâ, he spits out.
âuncuff herâ, he says, getting up.
âboss but-â
âDO ITâ, he shouts, the men cowering and one of them immediately scrambles down to undo the chain on you. as soon as you get free, you leap up, swaying your foot as you kick him down.
âwhy the fuck should i know who you areâ, you say, reaching in your concealed pocket for a knife, but only feeling an empty space instead. there was no knife.
the boss chuckles and looks at you, laughing as he gets up, dusting himself off.
âlooking for your precious knives? i thought i said not to bring anything. you thought you could fool me? i think notâ he tells, smirking.
âhowâ, you whisper.
âyouâre not the only one who has tricks up their sleeveâ, he says in sing song voice, making you narrow your eyes at him.
âiâve dedicated my whole life to this moment, to seeing you and killing you and you have the audacity to not even remember meâ, he sneers, coming closer.
âcloud 9 enterprises, does that name ring a bell?â, he asks, stalking closer to you.
you wrack your brain. cloud 9 enterprises. that name was familiar and that case was famous too. the owner was supposedly making drugs, and disguising them as medication to sell, making people addicted and in plenty of bad ways too. lots of people died, innocent children and adults died because of those drugs he had disguised as a harmless medication. and you remember because you were the one sent to kill him. you look at the manâs face, looking at his features that somehow resemble the man you killed and it hits you.
âyouâre his sonâ, you say.
âbingoâ, he says smiling before landing a punch to your gut, making you fall down. âdid you know i watched you kill him. i was hiding under his desk as i saw you slit his throat. can you imagine what that does to a child?â, he spits out. âafter that day iâve sworn i would get my revenge and now that i have you, it feels goodâ, he explains. he kicks you again but you dodge, swinging your leg and tripping him. you kick him again but his men come forward, grabbing you by the arms, holding you back. you thrash in their hold as he gets up. you knee one of the men and get loose but a few more men come forward and hold you down as, pushing you to your knees. he holds his hand out and someone gives him something â a syringe.
âthis is a special concoction i made, just for you. i canât wait to see how long you can lastâ, he chuckles coming forward and stabbing the syringe in your arm. the stab of the needle is sharp as he pushes the contents of the syringe inside your arm. you thrash even more, angry and they finally let you go. you yell out in frustration and try to land a punch but you miss.
âfuck you, iâll kill you with my own handsâ, you snap out, getting up and looking at him but your vision was playing tricks on you. you shake your head in an attempt to regain yourself and grab a metal stick that was thrown off to the side and jump to hit him, but you miss again. you groan in frustration.
âwhat did you doâ, you shout as you get up, regaining you balance.
âyouâll die a slow painful death, as your organs and body start shutting down. youâll probably last 36 hours or 48 hours if you manage to pull throughâ, he tells with a smile, stepping forward and you move to grab his arm, but before you can do anything you feel a sharp piecring pain in your abdomen and he looks at you and smiles as he pushes the knife furthur into you, stabbing you. you whine and yelp as he roughly pulls the knife out.
âhow does it feel?â, he asks as you headbut him, not giving up yet. he groans as he pushes you off him, your back hitting the wall as you slump against it. he looks at you angry but chuckles as he looks at your state as he wipes his bloody nose with a cloth. you vaguely hear him say something like âdispose of the body where nobody can find itâ and you hear dinoâs name too but heâs already out the door.
you try to sit up and stop the bleeding, covering the torn flesh with your palms, and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. youâd managed to tear a part of your long sleeve shirt and use that to tie up the wound, putting the knot tight to somehow slow down the bleeding. you try to move and locate an escape route. there is a window but itâs too high up with no way for you to get to it unless you managed to move the stack of old wooden boxes. but in your state, you donât think you could.
you donât know when you fell asleep, it was probably the effect of whatever the drug he had injected you with. you sit awake, pain shooting through your abdomen in the process. the cloth you tied around is now soaked in blood and itâs starting to pool next to you. your hand is heavy as your try to lift it up and tear off your other sleeve to wrap it around the area.
in the far distance, gunshots can be heard and an angry and determined man is making his way into the hideout. âwhere the hell is she?â, mingyu shouts, the gun digging into the skull of a man whoâs on his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back. his henchmen are all knocked out and scattered on the floor.
âsheâs probably half dead by nowâ, he says, smiling, showing no remorse. this riles up mingyu even more and he pulls the man up and smashes him against the wall, his hand closing around his neck.
âwhat did you do?â, he asks, putting pressure on the manâs neck as dino stands behind him with jun.
he only half laughs as he starts to choke. âgo find out yourselfâ, he mumbles and mingyu throws him to the ground and points his gun at him, shooting him point blank in the head, twice.
âmingyu! seungcheol wanted him aliveâ, jun rasps out, seeing his limp body.
âhe was going to kill him any way i just did him a favorâ, mingyu tells, only earning a look of disapproval from jun. âiâll explain it to himâ, mingyu adds.
mingyu searches the entire building, looking for you, until he stumbles across a room thatâs been locked from the outside, and something familiar glints in the corner â knives, your knives. mingyu grabs a broken-off stone from the side and uses it to break open the lock, hammering down on it till it breaks. the door swings open and he spots you slumped on the floor in the far corner of the room.
ây/nâ, he shouts as he rushes towards you and kneels down in front of you. âfuck fuck fuckâ, he mumbles as he sees the blood pooling on the side.
your body stirs awake again at the familiar scent of cologne and you open your eyes. mingyu? were you hallucinating? was this a side effect of the drug?
âmingyu?â, you ask, not sure if this was real.
ây/n, hey, itâs okay, im here nowâ, he says hurridely, pulling you onto his lap and you yelp in pain.
âshit sorry, but we need to get you out of hereâ, he explains.
âwhat are you doing here?â, you ask stupidly.
âiâm here for you, y/n. you didnât come back and we got another threat and i knew something was wrong. fuck, i should have come earlierâ, he explains.
âw-what about dino?â, you muster out with whatever strength you had.
âheâs here and heâs okay. we have the painting too. the van is down, i just need to get you outâ, he says.
he tries to carefully scoop you in his arms but you whimper in pain again.
âiâm sorry but weâre almost there okayâ, he assures, carrying you out. the jerks from the way he was running caused pain and you whined as he kept saying we were almost there. you hear dinoâs faint voice as he opens the back of the van and mingyu rushes inside, gently laying you down on his lap.
âdrive drive go!â, mingyu shouts, getting anxious.
âsheâs hurt. badlyâ, dino adds.
âwe shouldâve brought wonwoo along, dammit. call him and ask him what to do to stop the bleedingâ, mingyu commands.
âhe-he injected something in me, some drug. said it would stop my organs and body functions within 36 hoursâ, you mumble out and mingyuâs face pales.
âhow long as it been?â
âi donât-maybe 24 hoursâ, you mumblr out, your memory hazy.
âhere, wonwooâs on the lineâ, dino says, holding out the phone so mingyu can speak on speakerphone.
âwonwoo, sheâs bleeding out, sheâs already lost a lot of blood, what do i doâ, mingyu asks helplessly.
âjust apply pressure to the wound and get her hereâ, he says, stern.
âfuck and he injected something in her, supposed to stop a personâs organs and body functions within 36 hoursâ, mingyu adds. âyou can stop that rightâ, mingyu asks desperately and the line is silent for a few seconds.
âi donât know it depends on how long itâs been-â
â24 hoursâ
âget her here, iâll see what i can doâ, wonwoo says, and the line drops.
he keeps talking to you so you can be conscious but after a ten minutes, you eyes start to close, and your body falters. your head starts to spiral and you get dizzy, seeing two mingyuâs above you.
âwhy are there two of youâ, you ask no one in particular, starting to get delirious.
migyuâs pressure on your wound falters and you shrivel up in pain, the burning pain getting too much.
âit hurts, everything h-hurtsâ, you cry out softly and mingyu wishes he could do something to help ease the pain.
âi know baby youâre going to be okay, itâs going to be okayâ, he says, panic evident in his eyes.
âhey hey y/n, donât-â mingyu pleads looking at you.
âmingyuâ, dino says but he ignores him.
ây/n look at meâ, he pleads, pulling you into him. your grip on his shirt loosens slowly and mingyu notices the way your hand falls down.
âfuck no no no, stay with me baby, iâm right hereâ, he pleads, almost crying but all you see is black as you lose consciousness.
(you were recovering in mingyuâs house since you couldnât risk going to the hospital with an unknown drug in your system, it would cause a red siren everywhere and bring unwanted attention)
wonwoo tried his best to help save you but you were still lying unconscious after ten days. most of the drug had been flushed out of your system but it was taking some time for your body to recover from its effects.
âgo get some rest mingyuâ, wonwoo says as he walks in, seeing mingyu beside your bed.
âi need to be here when she wakes upâ, mingyu says, his eyes red and his face tired from the lack of sleep.
âsheâll wake up, right?â, he asks for the tenth time today, hope reflecting in his tired eyes.
âi canât make promises like that mingyu, it depends on the way her body is recoveringâ, wonwoo tells.
âthis is all seungcheolâs faultâ, mingyu declares, suddenly seeing red.
âwhere the fuck is he, he didnât even come to see her once.â, mingyu adds, getting up.
âmingyu, you need to calm down.â
mingyu ignores wonwoo and shoves him to the side as he leaves for the safehouse in search of seungcheol.
âWHEREâS SEUNGCHEOLâ, mingyu yells as he enters, causing seungkwan and vernon to jump and turn around.
âmingyu-"
âwhere the fuck is seungcheol?â, mingyu asks again, angry.
mingyu stalks ahead and bursts open the door to seungcheolâs office.
âthis is all your faultâ, mingyu says as seungcheol stands up from his desk and walks out a few steps before mingyu grabs seungcheol by the collar of his shirt.
âif you hadnât sent y/n alone like i said, sheâd be okay, sheâd be okayâ, mingyu spits out, seething in anger. âdid you even go see her, do you know what he did?â, he adds.
âi know what happened and itâs unfortunateâ, is all seungcheol says, making mingyu even more upset. in blinding anger, mingyu brings his hand up and lands a punch to seungcheol.
jeonghan runs in. âwhat-â, he asks but stops upon seeing the scene in front of him.
âim only letting this off because we got the paintingâ, seungcheol says, wiping his busted lip.
âfuck you, i bet you donât even care if she diesâ, mingyu spits stepping front again but jeonghan blocks him.
âsheâll live, sheâs a fighterâ, seungcheol tells before seungkwan comes along and he and jeonghan guide mingyu out.
that night mingyu is back home, laying next to your bed as wonwoo administers another round of IV.
âher wound is healing but slowly. itâs still a good sign that her body is functioning and working. otherwise, she would have gotten another infection if the drug had really affected herâ, wonwoo says, hoping to bring some sort of relief to mingyu.
âyou really love her donât youâ, wonwoo adds as he observes the way mingyu holds your hand.
âi shouldâve insisted she doesnât go alone, but she said sheâd come backâ, mingyu says defeated.
âif she doesnât respond in another week, weâll have to really do something thenâ, wonwoo tells, and by the way mingyuâs jaw clenches, he doesnât like the sound of that.
mingyu stays by your bed that night, falling asleep and holding your hand.
youâre dreaming, someone is chasing you. youâve been running for so long and youâre getting tired. you donât even know where youâre running, youâre just running and running, hoping to find something.
mingyu stirs awake when he senses your grip on his hand tightening and heâs super alert.
ây/n?â, he asks softly.
someone is calling out to you. you canât figure out where itâs coming from but you hear the sweet voice calling out my name again. you run towards the voice.
ây/nâ, mingyu calls out again as he looks at you, trying to see if you can hear or understand him.
youâre running and running, trying to follow the voice and you vaguely make out a figure standing in front of you. the man stands out with his arms open as he calls out your name one last time and your eyes flutter open.
mingyu lets out a small gasp.
âmingyuâ, you try to say, but no voice follows and you close your eyes again.
mingyu wastes no time in calling wonwoo, telling him the news and soon wonwoo is at the house.
âjust keep an eye on herâ, wonwoo explains saying he'll be back in the morning for a checkup.
in the morning, you wake up, a bit hazy but conscious. what woke you up was the pain and something cold and when you look down you realize your bandage had bled out, probably from sleeping on your side. you try to sit up but your arms give out, and your eyes close. you hear the faint steps of mingyu walking in and he says your name, rushing up to you. he gently sits down next to you, the bed dipping.Â
âyouâre awake, youâre awakeâ, he says, his hands fumlbing for his phone as he dials wonwoo. you slowly manage to turn and face him, blinking up at him in a daze. he looks down and seeâs your bandage thatâs bled out.
âim just going to change your bandage okay y/nâ, he says to you and you weakly nod. he helps you sit up, lifting your shirt up ever so slightly so he can take off the soiled bandage and replace it. he gently cleans the wound with a wet cloth and you slightly hiss at the pain, your hands clawing at the bedsheet. you take a moment to look at mingyu as he carefully tends to my wound. the way his hair falls over his face, the way the light bounces off him, the way his brows are furrowed in concentration, the way his hands are gentle so that he doesnât hurt you.
âmingyuâ, you say softly and he looks up worried and surprised. this is the first time you talked.
âdo you want something? water? or are you hungry? i made some rice porridge earlier i can just-â
âthank youâ, you weakly say and try to smile at him, and at this, he crumbles. he gently moves his hands to envelope you as he slowly pulls you into him for a hug.
âi thought iâd lost you thereâ, mingyu admits softly and you can hear the fear in his voice.
âiâm a fighterâ, you mumble out and he laughs.
ââim just glad youâre awake now. i thought- i was really preparing myself for the worstâ, he says, pulling away to look at you. his hand cups you cheek, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. you lean into his touch and rest your head on his chest.
over the next few days, mingyu makes sure youâre comfortable and okay. heâs always checking up on you and you start to feel better. youâre able to get up and walk a little and your wound is healing too. youâre in less pain and wonwoo is impressed and satisfied with the way youâve been healing.Â
âwhereâs dino? i hope heâs okay, i never got to see him afterwardâ, you say later one night. âdo you want me to call them over?â, mingyu asks and you nod eagerly.Â
you walk over to mingyu and sit down next to him on the couch, looking up at him as you lean against his arm and suddenly you remember - you owed him a kiss when you came back. you sit up a bit and mingyu seems to have caught you staring.
âwhat?â, he asks, looking at you lovingly. âdid you want something?â, he adds.
you simply move so that youâre straddling his lap and before mingyu can say anything, youâre kissing him. he kisses you back a few seconds later and his hands rest on your waist. he moves his lips against yours and his hand tilts your jaw closer to him. your hands wrap around his neck as you tangle your fingers in his hair and mingyu lets out a soft groan as he pulls away.
âfuck. i missed that. i missed youâ, he mumbles against your lips.
âi promised you a kiss when i came back rightâ. you say and he smiles.
âyou rememberedâ
âa little too late if i have to sayâ
âiâm glad youâre back baby, i missed you so muchâ, he says again, leaning forward to kiss you again, chasing after your lips. his lips are soft against yours, but the way heâs kissing you is like he hasnât seen you in years. he kisses you with yearning and emotion, with a sort of urgency. his hand grips your waist tighter but you let out a small yelp since the pain is still there as the wound was still healing and his grip softens.
âshit sorryâ, he says, looking to make sure you was okay, only to kiss him back, wanting to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. youâre too busy to notice that wonwoo opened the door and the rest of the boys walked in on you both kissing.
ây/n i got your favorite-â seungkwan starts but stops dead in his tracks upon catching you both.
you pull away and turn your head around to see seungkwanâs mouth hanging open before he smacks a hand over his mouth in shock. dino just gives you a small shy smile and smiles when you smile back at him. youâre about to move off when mingyu pulls you in for one last kiss, just to tease you as you whack his arm and he pulls away chuckling.
wonwoo looks at us as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âi thought i said no strenuous activities for y/nâ, he says, looking straight at mingyu.
âshe started itâ, mingyu says, throwing you in the fire as he gently slides you off him.
âwhat no! iââ, you start but falter, the words crumbling.
hoshi is immediately by your side, asking you if youâre okay and what happened before he starts pestering you for more details about how mingyu and you started liking each other because in his knowlege you hated him so now he need to know all the gossip and details.
after a few more months, youâre all healed but wonwoo still makes you do a checkup once every month, to make sure you were healing okay and that there were no leftover effects of the drug in your body.
2 years later
âbaby i told you not to wear that fuckâ, mingyu groans in your ear as he pulls you into a tiny room to hide from the security guards looking for you both.
âconcentrate, we still need to get the gold barsâ, you say, adjusting his tie as he pushes you into the wall.
âyou look so fucking hot i told you that youâd get in trouble if you wore thatâ, he says, whispering against your ear.
after you healed and got back in the field, you and mingyu had been on countless missions together. this time you had to steal some gold bars from a corrupt politician, and once again to build connections and friends, you had to pose as a married couple. so here you were.
âmy wife likes to be a brat sometimesâ, he mumbles before pecking your lips.
âwatch it, im not your wifeâ, you say, poking his arm.
ânot yet, but i can change thatâ, he says, giving you a wink.
you stare up at him tilting your head to the side. âare you proposing to me, mingyu?â, you ask.
âmaybeâ, he says with a goofy smile as he leans in to close the gap between you with a kiss.
and yes, you did successfully steal the gold bars and you maybe tortured the corrupt politician a little, but everyone needs to have a little fun right?
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Wedding Jitters
Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: itâs your wedding day, but you need your brothers to help you out
A/N: this turned into more of a one shot, but honestly itâs so adorable
âAlright, one big brother and one maid of honor as requested.â Deanâs voice had you looking to the doorway, where your two brothers were now standing.
âFor the last time Dean, man of honor is a real thing,â Sam argued, glaring at his brother.
âJust be glad she didnât make you the flower girl,â Dean teased with a laugh.
âHey, idiots, youâve got a bride freaking out over here,â you interrupted their quarrel.
âHey hey, no freaking out allowed,â Dean insisted. âUnless youâve changed your mind, in which case Iâm still perfectly ready to assassinate the groom at any given moment.â
âNo I did not change my mind!â You huffed. âI justâmy hair looks dumb and the dress isnât working and heâs gonna think I look ugly and-and then Iâm gonna trip andââ
âWhoa whoa whoa,â Sam cut in, stepping further into the room and grabbing onto your hands to stabilize you. âNone of that is going to happen.â
âYeah,â Dean insisted. âYou picked out that dress because you love it. Your hair looks perfect. If that man thinks you are anything other than the most beautiful woman on earth, Iâll shoot him myseââ
âDean!â Sam interrupted, but Dean grinned when he saw your lips twitching.
âYeah, uh huh, it was funny I know.â
âStop it!â You covered your face with your hands so Dean wouldnât see you grinning. âYou guys are so stupid.â
âAnd hey,â Dean continued as if you hadnât interrupted. âYou know I wonât ever let you fall, right?â
âRight.â You took a deep breath. âOk.â
âOk.â Dean pulled you into his arms, and you felt Sam hug you from the other side. You relaxed in their embrace for a few seconds.
âHey guys?â
âYeah?â
âYouâre gonna wrinkle my dress.â
âOk, ok,â Dean huffed, pulling away. âWay to ruin the moment.â
âHey I think itâs almost time,â Sam said. He led the way to the back of the short line waiting to head down the aisle. You trailed just behind him, holding Deanâs arm in a vice grip.
âHey sweetheart?â Dean whispered.
âYeah?â
âYouâre hurting my arm.â
You rolled your eyes and loosened your grip.
âIâm not gonna let you trip,â Dean promised again.
âI know.â You nodded. You faced forward, and Sam started making faces at you from his spot just in front of you. You giggled, and Sam grinned widely. As soon as the doors opened to start the ceremony, Dean poked your side and you struggled to get your face under control.
As soon as Sam stepped through the doors, heading down the aisle as your man of honor, the doors shut behind him so that you could have a âbig entranceâ after Sam got to the end. With the doors closed, it was just you and Dean.
âIâm so proud of you.â Deanâs right hand grabbed onto your hand that was resting on his left arm. âYou deserve this. And I want you to know, while youâre out there starting your own familyâme and Sammy are always gonna be here for you.â
âI know.â Your hand squeezed Deanâs. âThanks for walking me down the aisle, Dean.â
Dean grinned. âWell someoneâs gotta be up there with a gun in case you change your mind.â
You were just reaching over to smack your brother when the music changed and the doors opened wide. You quickly returned your hands where they were supposed to be, but you couldnât hold back the tiniest giggle when you saw Dean smirking at you knowingly.
You quickly stifled the laugh, but you couldnât keep the grin off your face when you saw the awestruck look of your fiancĂŠ.
Dean led you down the aisle, and once you reached the end you turned to look at him.
The tears in his eyes didnât really surprise youâin fact, you already had a response prepared.
âYour eyes are sweating,â you whispered so only he could hear. That got a smile out of him as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering as long as he could. Then he let you go and went to stand by Sam. You were right behind him, reaching over to hand Sam your bouquet.
He wasnât supposed to, but Sam pulled you into a hug.
âI love you so much,â he whispered into your ear.
âRight back at you.â
You stepped back, taking one last glance at your big brothers before turning to grab onto your fiancĂŠâs outstretched handsâŚ
Knowing that you never wouldâve made it this far without them.
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Youâre So Golden [s.r]
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: Reader admires Spencer Reid.
Warnings: Admiring someone? Having someone as your sun, I honestly donât know, if anyone sees anything let me know immediately! :)
Note: I love this one, itâs nice and short and itâs kinda inspired by âGoldenâ by Harry Styles. :))
Notice: ITâS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT
The yellow pale file folders were almost covering her view of the boy in front of her, only his dark hair and eyes visible.
The stacks upon stacks of case files were almost overwhelming to her, but every once in a while looking up to see his hazel eyes moving frantically along the papers assured her it wasnât all that bad. For he provided some calmness to the activity, just feeling him nearby would ease her anxious nothings.
Her gaze would mostly stay too long upon his face, his pink lips she died to kiss one day, and his hands-
His middle finger was laid out on the paper, quickly scrolling down the text provided before he shut it, moving forward to the stack in front of him and grabbing another one, making a loud smack when he replaced the previously used file.
If she got lucky she would spot a tongue sighting, peaking out from in between his lips as he concentrated.
She found herself laughing at his infested expression, even more so at his raised eyebrow as he looked at her, features replaced with confusion.
âWhat?â
His voice was almost innocent, eyes sparkling with oblivion, not having a single clue on why she thought the situation was humorous.
She shook her head in response, her laughter slowly dying off as she did so. âI donât know how you do this kinda stuff, Dr. Reid.â She questioned, closing a file before putting it back and finding another one to look through.
He scoffed out a chuckle, his own majestic laugh bubbling out of his chest, producing a noise she wanted to hear as much as possible; which would be all the time.
âI surprisingly kind of enjoy it, find it very therapeutic, actually.â He answered, obviously moving on to another file even though he just grabbed one for what felt like two seconds ago.
âTherapeutic you say? How?â She wondered, a look of ridiculousness flooding her features.
He nodded, eyes now looking at the stack in front of him. âYeah, just sitting here with you and reading, nice and calm, I would say.â
She found an unexpected flush spread to her cheeks at his comment of being with her, being calm with her presence near him. Her heart stuttered, lungs stopping for a couple seconds as the blood rushed to her head, brain trying to comprehend what he spoke just seconds prior.
âYouâre calm around me?â She practically squeaked, sounding like a bird calling from the trees. She felt like a love sick idiot, cheeks flushing and flooding with redness at a single comment.
He nodded again, hair bobbing. He looked up this time, hazel eyes meeting hers. His eyes didnât need sunlight to shine, for she always seems to see some sort of rays within them doing all the work. In fact, she didnât need the sun, for he was her sun.
He kept her warm and happy, giving her all the light she needed in her life. And she loved him for that.
She loved Doctor Spencer Reid; and no shade or thunder clouds could change that. His light would forever shine upon her skin, browning it in just the right way.
He looked at her, eyes keeping her warm. âWhy of course I do, why would it be otherwise?â
She shrugged despite the repetitious flutter of her heart, trying to look like the comments didnât just make her become a stuttering mess. âDonât know, I just feel flattered, thatâs all.â
The admission was blurt out but once it was out there, she couldnât take it back. Not that she wanted to, for she felt like he had to know that she was grateful for the statement. Grateful that he was comfortable around her.
âFlattered?â He repeated, a confused curve on his lips. âBut I didnât day anything flattering.â
She laughed, moving the file stack that delegated them so she could look at him. A light purple button up covered his figure, along with black trousers, doing his legs wonders. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, a watch decorating his wrist.
He looked almost edible, and she couldnât help but what a taste.
She shook the thought off as quickly as it came, shaking her head to do so. âYes you did, you said youâre comfortable around me, therefore I feel flattered.â She explained, looking at him earnestly.
He smiled soft, reaching over and touching her hand gently, despite his dislike of germs and physical touch. The contact was brief yet meaningful, his fingertips brushing hers ever so slowly, hands rubbing over her knuckles a couple times.
âWell Iâm glad youâre flattered by the truth.â
#criminal minds#criminal minds imagines#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#Spencer Reid imagines#Spencer Reid x fem reader#fem reader#x reader
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Here is what I do like about Veilguard.
Long story short: While I have some gripes about the game, there are the things I do like about Veilguard. I have 150 hours in this game and Iâm a slow player. (I also love lore.)
Gameplay! Which surprised me because I didnât like playing warrior or rogue in the other games. But I think Veilguard does have cool playstyles that I thoroughly enjoy.
My current run is a Nightmare Grey Warden Warrior, thatâs going to romance Harding, uses sword and shield. The war hammer is a bit slow to me but Iâm definitely going to try it in another run.
(I also have another run going beside this to play a Veil Jumper-Veil Ranger to romance Bellara with as a break from Nightmare.)
I usually pick playing a mage (I like magic), but having played a Rogue Laidir (romanced Neve) and a Mage Ingellvar (romancing Lucanis again) as well has been so much fun!
I donât do crazy builds because Iâm just here for the story, but the combat is genuinely fun to me.
Though I find Lords of Fortune kinda lacking, I enjoy the factions. Mourn Watch is my favorite by far, and I think the leaders/contacts are everything. As someone who has only consumed the games of Dragon Age, these people (Viago & Teia, Evka & Antoine) make me want to pick up the book they are in. (Tevinter Nights I believe.)
I love, love, love, love, LOVE the level designs! Weisshaupt is possibly one of my favorite missions to play, along side anything in Treviso and Blackthorn Manor. They are very special to me! I love exploring areas, and wish they werenât always level locked but I get it.
Though I havenât figured out how to fix the annoying garbling audio bug I have in heavily dense areas like Arlathan, Treviso and Minrathous, otherwise I have a good time.
I enjoy the romances as they are, and can acknowledge that they feel flat. I am constantly giggling like a blushing idiot when I flirt with everyone because itâs honestly good for what it is! Yes, I think weâre missing content and the pacing is weird, but I like it because there are little moments where you get the feel of the companions personality. (Davrinâs Thrill of the Chase is honestly a must have every play through until I pull a reverse Zevran on his ass!)
And the different romances have given me seven new ocs to explore and revisit whenever I want!
Iâm the kind of person that plays âeveryone gets a girlfriend unless I have to play a manâ. Dorian Pavus is a special case and I would do it again for him. Anything for the archon.
Sidebar: Okay yeah, itâs interesting that if you choose Treviso that Dorian becomes Archon, because if you choose Minrathous you can choose between Dorian and Maevaris. Hearing Mae say this isnât the South was what made me think more deeply about choosing Dorian for my Laidir run. Because Dorianâs revolution vs Maeâs talks was kinda pointless because they couldâve easily co-piloted change in Tevinter, I mean they support each other no matter what already, why not just co-pilot the big chair? I get Dorianâs POV of everything must go in order to change (echoes of Anders and Divine Leliana) and thatâs why I choose Dorian. Because sometimes talk doesnât work.
Anyway, moving on.
I think of the endings, I like the tricking Solas one and the Solavellan / Inquisitor Friendship ones the most. If my Inquisitor wants to stop Solas, I will just skip using Mythalâs essence altogether for the sake of keeping true to what I headcanon for my oc, you know? (Though, most of my Inquisitors hold Solas in a high regard so itâs rare that I donât try to save him.)
I like the codex entries, some of them feel very personalized, though I wish Rook had more mentions like the grocery list where they requested chocolate. (Inquisitorâs unhealthy obsession with elfroot makes a comeback?)
Important game information shouldnât be tucked away in the codex, but itâs still enjoyable to sit and read the little references. (TR signed Rocking Griffons have my heart!!)
I wanted to see more of the Evanuris, and wished we didnât brush by the revelation we just uncovered the origins of the Chantry. (Poor Harding.) I think we got lucky that the other Evanuris arenât around anymore. Wouldâve been an absolute nightmare to deal with.
I donât like the dragon fights! How dare the Dragon Age for me to fight the dragons that are coming back! Leave âem alone (lovingly).
Yes, I think there are areas where this game needs improvement (lore consistency, player agency, etc.) but I like Veilguard for what it is and can see myself returning to more often than the previous installments.
Veilguard has potential, I just think itâs a matter of time for me to get through the gripes I have with it.
#dragon age#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure#veilguard spoilers#datv spoilers#datv#dragon age the veilguard#yapping#is this anything#gathering my thoughts#da rook#veilguard positive
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okok 11. "am i your favorite?" "i like your dog a bit more than you, i won't lie." with steve, except he doesn't have a dog he has a kid and dustin is the best <3
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mei my love! i changed the prompt a bit to facilitate the request a bit better, i hope you like it gf!!
prompt #11 âam i your favorite?" "i like your dog a bit more than you, i won't lie."
youâd had a crush on steve harrington for a long time. before hawkins split in two, before he started working at scoops (the shorts really didnât help your case,) before he started hanging out with a gaggle of freshman. but now that youâre standing there in the midst of the group, half way lost in the forest in search of skull rock, (which you are sure steve was the one to put it on the map, but youâd never tell dustin that,) you find your feelings for him stronger than ever.
it seems silly, honestly, to be so undeniably attracted to him on his desperate search for the town's most recent outcast, looking a bit too good in that yellow sweater that you're fantasizing about stealing.Â
you find yourself zoning back into the partyâs conversation, wacking leaves and branches out of your face as you trudge through the woods.
âwell obviously, max is his favourite, he never shuts up about her,â erika deadpans, nailing the annoyed little sister tone that no one seems to execute as well as she can.
lucas then groans under his breath, trying to keep his annoyance to himself so as not to encourage his younger sister into pestering him more. you catch him peek up at the red head, eyeing the side of her face and the leaves tangled in her braids. her eyes flit to the side, meeting his for half a second before shooting back down the ground.Â
âwell then whos your favourite erikaâ he tries to recover, and you can feel steveâs eyes move from the kids to you, laughing when the girl responds.
âno one, i don't like any of you, idiots. all you do is stress me out,â the sass in her town somehow lifts the sullen mood of the walk thus far.
 you huff out a chuckle and look up, catching the brunetteâs chocolate eyes. he speaks first.
âwhat about you, y/n/n, am i your favourite?â steve asks, that teasing lit accenting his voice and you try to hide your blush as you walk past him, but its hard when he holds the brush aside so you can walk through the trail without getting burrs stuck to your clothes.
you try your best to recover quickly, tucking your hair back as you say, âi like dustin a bit more than you, i won't lie,â you turn back, grinning at him over your shoulder despite the inherit uneasy mood of the search.
âoh, come on,â steve groans, in that serious way that he takes things, âthis guy? with his ego?â
dustin appears in between the two of you, backpack strapped over his shoulders and cap secured a top his curls. his juvenile look makes it difficult to take his disdain seriously.
âyou know, i appreitate the sentiment, y/n, but iâm not gonna contribute to your weird flirting game,â eh passes an accusatory finger between the two of you.
the rest of the group catches up to the three of you, and robin clocks the blush on the tops of steve cheeks, âwhy are you blushing?â she teases.
âiâm not,â steve says defensively, turning to face forward again, falling face first into the same argument of which way is north with dustin.
you canât help your sheepish smile, aimed at the trodden leaves.
#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington fic#steve harrington drabble#steve req
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Hello, this might be a rather idiotic question given it's coming from another woman who has a had heterosexual sex. But I just read your mortarion piece (which btw, is lovely) and:
What's with the trope of a male and female character having sex and the female character coming multiple times before the male does and there still being some comment about the male not lasting long? Like he clearly lasted longer than you did??? Is it just porn logic fantasy of getting the pleasure of multiple orgasms before the act is over? is it some gender role component that my relationships were too unintentionally ignorant of to miss about it being less embarrassing for a woman to be quick-shot than a man (potentially because of the shorter refractory period?)? Like, using the shorter female refractory period for multiple orgasms being hot and the guy getting her to come from eating out or fingering first and there being some remark about him coming quickly once penetrative sex starts I understand. But in this case you've both been stimulated from the same starting point in time and it took less time for the reader to come but there's still a comment about the male not lasting long?
Great question, for the not lasting as long part that was more for Mortarion being a little internally self deprecating. So yeah! Men have what is called a refractory period meaning they cannot ejaculate for roughly 30 minutes. (Because I know this I don't often write men having multiple ejaculations) ((this is more for the people in the back))
So I base all the sex I write about off of my husband (Dadatar)((as he has been my only sexual partner actually)) and that being said I tend to have a number of orgasms before he does (and sometimes I have so many my arousal finishes and so we're left with having to finish in a different way)
But yeah no for that fic it's a combination of Mortarion feeling inadequate, as well as Primarch genetics (as I figure they probably have a short refractory period) and well possibly hearing it from his brothers how they deal with a partner (ya know gloating about sex)
I'm trying to remember what I was thinking for that as I don't usually use that trope often (as you might have read my other fics I usually have them stop because their partner can't take any more OR they keep going till they are done) it's not a trope I personally like myself as it is kind of stupid (I'm a sucker for the aligned orgasm trope) but I honestly think it's because Mortarion cannot allow himself to find himself satisfactory as followed up by the reader praising him for sex.
Uhh tldr the comment was most likely just a peak into Mortarion being a sad boy not really me saying anything about how long men last
#momrad might have gone a little tmi#but yall also know i like to talk about dadatar#this is my one weird thing okay#let me talk about how much i love my husband fucking me#reply#answer#im glad you loved my Mortarion fic#also momrad is very inconsistent on who has the 'camera'/pov on them at times
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I loved the newest chapter and I think this was the largest stepping stone for a new arc in their relationship because before they were boss x assistant purely by the books (they strayed away sometimes) but after the scene (which was my favorite) of oc helping jk go through the thunderstorm and holding onto him while heâs having his anxiety attack, and also telling him sheâll always be there to help him in the future in case it happens again, they are now in a new territory where they genuinely know something more personal about each other. I have a feeling that this scene is going to be used again and really set up what the future of their relationship will be.
Iâm also dying to do know more about jkâs mom bc I know she has a way bigger role than heâs letting onđŁ
ANDDDD namjoonđ¤ im so excited she met him and researched his company because IF she does decide to go work there, itâll be such a good change for her and she already loved the library so much and she helps so much w the decor aspect of the company, sheâd fit right in. PLUS knowing how she thinks, thereâd be no âromanceâ between her and joon since she doesnât really like office romance minus jk. But Iâm just excited to see her do something for herself and not be held back because life is only so short
AND the endinggggggg⌠im not as mad as other people because i got the feeling that JK didnât move away as a form of breaking her heart or trying to put a boundary between them:
âHe looks at you in panic, in apology, in fear, as if heâd had some sense knocked into him, as if he awakened from some spell that pushed him close to you, only to realize that thatâs a place he canât go. â
I think this part is essential because it shows us (to oc) that he looks apologetic to back away as if he didnât mean to, but itâs a reflex. We know he doesnât have a good history with relationships re:chaerin and heâs been living the life of a bachelor for years now, so finally feeling more than sexual attraction to someone who has proved to him that she is there for him in the emotional aspect too?? Yeah Iâd runđ
I know thereâs going to be a lot of angst before they finally stop being idiots but honestly, her being the assistant to him is definitely a huge barrier and idk much about South Korea work environment but I think thatâs a huge power imbalance? (Even if I donât think so because we already know oc runs him more than he runs herđ) and itâd be frowned upon. Granted, I know theyâd keep their relationship a secret in the beginning, but when they are finally a full fledge couple, she wonât be his assistant anymore, so Iâm so excited to see whatâs to come.
Oc already shot her shot, now itâs in jkâs hands, but I fear heâll cause some issues before he finally comes to terms with itđđđ
But thank u Mimi for this story I love it so much, it genuinely gives me the feeling of reading a kdrama script because of how detailed it is and your world building is surrealđŤś, I canât wait to see whatâs more to come of this story
AHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH BUT THIS IS A FAVE PART:
heâs been living the life of a bachelor for years now, so finally feeling more than sexual attraction to someone who has proved to him that she is there for him in the emotional aspect too?? Yeah Iâd runđ
YES YES! Like, itâs one thing for him to think the feeling isnât reciprocated, but to realize that it might be and what that would entail, itâs like, SHIT WHAT DO I DO!
The thing with this story - as reflected in OCâs, JKâs, Mr Riâs Yoongiâs experiences - is that love isnât straightforward and neither are relationships. We already know that JK and OC like each other but itâs not that simple. People deal with things that hinder their feelings from being expressed properly and received the way they intend. Things arenât easy and sometimes they shouldnât be. Like you also say, thereâs going to be lots of angst before they stop being idiots and thatâs what I intended as well đ¤ hence that idiot to lovers tag
On your point about SK work environment, I did search that such relationships are looked down upon (but idk someone can enlighten the audience hehe) but I tried to stray away from that (tho Iâm not a proponent of it haha) which are both why I show how the MCs are so against it and are adamant about their boundaries. But at this point they just canât resist each other but like I said, idiots. đ
thereâs Srsly like, a whole other aspect to the entire story that Iâm not sure if u guys are ready for đđ
But we push on! Thank you so much for reading and sending this (love love hearing your guysâ analysis and theories and stuff) đđ
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hiiiii lovely! for the fic writing asks, i'd love to know your answers to đ˛đĄđ if you feel like it! đĽ°đťđ
hello minnie lovely! đ𩷠thank you so much for theseđ
đ˛ when did you start writing and why?
i started writing short stories when i was about seven (a story about a bunny who went on a school trip to the moon đ
), wrote my first ânovelâ when i was nine, and - yeah. basically for as long as i can remember iâve always been in the process of writing something. i donât really know why - iâve just always felt so drawn to it, and like itâs something that helps me make sense of my experience of the world around me. i (ironically lol) can't really put it into words, but i never really feel more *me* than i do when iâm writing đ
which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?
there were a couple i wrote right at the beginning of my fic writing days about a decade ago that were really raw and personal, but other than that... i think i'd have to say four walls. it's definitely the closest thing to my heart i've written in years, the most connected i've felt to a protagonist - which is the most wonderful thing to experience when writing, but can also definitely be emotionally difficult in that it's hard to switch off from sometimes, and has also made me confront quite a few themes that have been significant in my own life. but in my experience, the most emotionally difficult fics to write are also always the most rewarding ⨠(something that is 100% true for four walls!)
have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics ever made you laugh or cry or both?
oh my god, SO often! i feel like this is the case for basically every fic i've ever posted and got feedback for - i'm utterly incapable of keeping a straight face whenever i'm reading comments people have left on my work. @perfectly-clear-from-here is always RIDICULOUSLY good at saying things when they're beta-ing my work that make me laugh out loud regardless of where i am (more than once i've got some strange looks on the bus đ
), but there have been also a whole bunch of comments on four walls recently with people basically just shouting at alex for being a total idiot that have made me giggle helplessly đ
i have also been lucky enough to have some unbelievably lovely, thoughtful and personal comments on various fics over the years (several on four walls are particularly fresh in my mind rn, including of course the ones from your lovely self minnie đĽşđ) and honestly - every time someone talks about having personally connected with something i've written, i can feel my heart ache and my eyes start welling up đ there have been some really special comments i've received for various fics in the past that have always stuck with me too, and which totally reduced me to tears when i read them first and still pull at my heart when i think about them now. it's truly just such a profound, special thing and such a privilege when you feel like something you've written has impacted someone else đ
#thank you so much for this đ#it was a lovely little way to wind down from my day before an evening of writing đ#asks#writing stuff
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Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Recs | Fyozai Edition; Part 1
Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.
Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!
(Also: Fyozai as in, Fyodor Dostoevsky / Dazai Osamu)
(also I have more fic recs! Here)
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1. The touch of winter by Scarlet_Nin (@scarlet-nin )
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 3k Words | Complete
Summary: The clatter of a knife hitting the floor the only sound in the room.
âBreaking into my bedroom, have you no shame? Not only that but cleaning out the blood will be such a chore. You truly are a Demon.â
âThe kettle calling back to the pot, I see.â
Dostoevsky lowers the gun, a silencer preventing others coming to rescue, a parody of a smile spreading across his face. Another precise shot makes the knife slide across the room out of reach.
âBut cleaning should be no trouble for you, youâve got so much experience on your hands.â
âI wouldnât mind cleaning up blood if itâs yours.â
They share a smile. Itâs like looking into a mirror, they find, each seeing the same darkness in the other. A longing to break, to hurt, to spill life onto their handsâ
!!! This fic is what got me into Fyozai. Like!!! The Tension!!!! They keep referencing each other as 'Rat' and 'Cat' and honestly!!! *Chef's Kiss* Also usual Fyozai talk about demons, gods, philosophy, etc. There's a telepathy thing going on (courtesy of being geniuses and their habit of reading each other) that I absolutely adore. I love the writing style, and in this particular fic it emphasizes the way they're similar to each other. Which I really love. Anyway!! My favorite Quote:
That horrible twisted mind equal to your own.
The pride at seeing how you could have turned out had you not listened to Odasakuâs last parting words, it makes you feel better about yourself.
2. warmth by orphan_account
T | 740 words | Complete
Summary: Cold as ice and white as snow.
That was all they knew about the new Port Mafia Executive.
But a certain someone knew more.
And he knew, above all, Fyodor Dostoyevsky needed warmth.
Short but sweet! Fyodor's the New Mafia Executive and Dazai pokes him. In usual Fyodor fashion, he thinks about abilities. AND!!! platonic touching!!! They're touch starved idiots and I love them your honor. Also my favorite quote:
Fyodor obliged, holding Dazai's hand. It was warm, but only when he was next to him. Otherwise, Fyodor knew, it was as cold as the ice he was born in.
3. mid autumn by yuki_MXIVo (@yuki-mxivo )
G | 3k Words | Complete
Summary: âBut you tried to kill each other! How could you possibly be married!? You really tried to kill each other!â
âYes?â Fyodor raises an unimpressed brow. âRomance is not the center of everything. You're surprisingly close-minded, I see.â
/// several months after the decay of angels case closes, Fyodor shows up at the agency seemingly out of the blue. He'd been thought dead.
MARRIED FYOZAI FIC I REPEAT MARRIED FYOZAI THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR. I really love this absabnabanaan. Fyodor's Characterization is very... Human? Like as he thinks about the DoA, and stuff, and I really love it since most fics just show his manipulative genius side. Fyodor gave Dazai earrings *incoherent screaming*. Fyodor is exasperatedly fond of Dazai and it's so endearing to read. Relationship Reveal! Cause the ADA is there when they met- which is expected since Fyodor went to the Cafe Uzumaki. Russian Pet Names!!! I could rave about it more but no spoilers so!! Favorite Quote:
âWe were nineteen,â Dazai sighs, dreamy, melting against Fyodorâs side, disgustingly saccharine in a way Fyodor can only pretend not to enjoy, âstraight out of high school.â
4. Even through the Mist. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey)
M | 3k Words | Complete
Summary: Dazai's mind has been strangely foggy lately. Are these limbos truth and reality or is he lost in a nightmare? Fyodor's cello sounds like the sweetest melody...
Or when Fyodor manipulates Dazai into taking his side to retrieve the book, using grief and ghosts of his past. Dazai's only hope resides in his will to follow the right path and his old partner.
This had me on the edge of my seat!!! Like holy moley!! Dazai doesn't know what's real and what's not and it's conveyed beautifully. Actually, Fyozai is not the main pairing, but most of this fic is about them. The manipulations!!! The mind games!!!
âSee? Youâre surprisingly docile,â the demon acknowledges, delighted. Dazai tugs on his hair a bit roughly. He looks back at the man through half-lidded eyes. He feels so bad, it feels so wrong, but heâs confident⌠He placed his trust in the right person, and itâs okay if heâs weak along the way. He can rely on those people. Even when he slips up.
5. I Offer A Prayer (To An Iceless Home) by Poetiicdissonance
T | 7k Words | Complete
Summary: Children grow into adults, and some grow into monsters. Monsters cannot love.
(But if it were anyone else, it would come quite close.)
u know that headcanon where Dazai hid in Russia with Fyodor between leaving the mafia and joining ADA? This is it. This is that fic. They're roommates! They talk about things. Deep things. About their Philosophies, ideas in life that they hold with an iron fist. They poked and prodded each other. It's a quiet companionship- and until now I don't know if it's the eye of the storm, or the gentle waves of a deep sea. This is so very. Very dear to me. I hold this fic gently in my heart. I cried, I laughed, I fell in love with them. Also no favorite quote since everything about it is my favorite.
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#bungou stray dogs fanart#bungo stray dogs dazai osamu#bungo stray dogs fyodor#Bungo stray dogs Fyodor Dostoevsky#bsd fyodor#bsd dazai#bsd fanfic recs#fyozai#fanfiction#fanfiction recs#fanfic recs#fanfic
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FRIENDO I MISS TALKING WITH THROUGH ASK here I am back again with some ships
Tokoyami X Kaminari
First I'd like to say imagine Kaminari is one of those guys who hits on everybody and 0 standards (his squad says this is a habit he should change and Kiri and Baku definitely scolds him about this, Jirou doesnt cause she feels like hes old enough to make his own decisions and Mina finds it non of her business if he wants to sleep around)
ANYWAY onto the ship so After moving into the dorms basically everyone picks up on this habit of Kaminaris and most of them have already told him they wouldnt or dont wanna date because preference or otherwise he respects that and leaves them alone but tells them his doors are always open if they change their mind cause respect is sexy
Tokoyami somehow never picked up on this and honestly was never hit on by Kaminari not because he didnt find him attractive or anything but because Kami already put it in his mind that Tokoyami wouldnt be the type to want in on the Denki train of love so he just never asked
THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING INTO IT
So in band practice Tokoyami and Kaminari are spending so much time together and the emo bird is actually starting to find this idiot honestly so adorable and other words not in his dictionary like omg this boy hes so bouncy bubbly fun and cute when he laughs he also is somehow kinda hot and what in spongebob's squarepants has gotten into me? This is Tokoyami's awakening he doesnt understand how he could fall in love with somebody like Kaminari until he actually really gets to know him through the band hanging out alot
He learns his habits faster then Kaminari learns his because goth boys like to keep to themself especially since what happen in the forest he doesnt wanna hurt anyone so he just observes from a far which isnt very far considering he regularly meets in Kaminaris room and sits in a chair facing the electric boy for practice he loves watching smiles light up on his face when he doeant mess up guitar riff without the need to ask Jirou how to do it he learns how kind Kaminari is (BECAUSE IN THE EP IN THE WAR HE WAS LIKE "you are kind" to kaminari when he was scared hes watching him these things do not go unnoticed by this bird boy)
What's stopping said bird boy from taking the leap of fate you may ask? Hes to believe Kami has feelings for Jirou see because every since they started this band Kaminari's main objective has been to do this for Jirou but Kami just wants her to have a good time TOKOYAMI DOES NOT KNOW THIS he believes the boy of his resent dreams is in love with another but this is not the case
Now, Jirou being apart of the Bakugo tells Bakugo about how she really believes Tokoyami is falling on his heels for their electric friend Bakugo notice this already and comments on how slow to the draw she is like everybody hadn't already noticed (some of them actually didn't notice this until they pointed it out) Mina says she thinks they should try and push the two together but Jirou says Tokoyami may not be Kamis type so they should let them deal with it themselves
Everyone decides to leave them be and the show goes on as normal
Kami has not noticed any sort of feelings Tokoyami might be feeling and goes about his day normally Tokoyami is not moving on this subject either he rather fester in his feeling then speak his truth
So how do they get together even?
Well, Kaminari has now established he is good friends with the bird so he starts coming into his room, letting him paint his nails and toes (black of course) sharing chokers and clothes
One day Kami he's sitting on Tokoyamis bed both boys minding their business when Kaminari just happens to look at Tokoyamis legs, hes got shorts on because it's hot in his room, Denki has never seen a pair of legs that look that good, like damn, why is his legs so fine? He places a hand on his thigh and goes "dude, you've got really nice legs"
One can only imagine what's going through our bird boy mind
Anyway Kami realizes who hes talking to and apologizes for being weird "but I I ment what I said dude, you've got nice legs"
Tokoyami's heart feels toyed with by the many passing days hes has to endure the boys friendship, if hes so into Jirou why not bother her and stop sticking to his side like a rose thorn? Well Kaminari believes since after the band thing instead of going back to not really talking so much he has decided that Tokoyami is his his new buddy
Kami has 0 knowledge of Tokoyamis feeling if he knew he probably would jump at the chance to date him cause it's been so long since he's even dated anybody for that matter
later Tokoyami confronts him about his "behavior" just comes into the lightning boys room stands in front of him and starts asking why he's toying with his heart while he already has another in his sights
Kami still has 0 clue on what hes talking about cause bird man talks funny
All tokoyami does is win a "dude what are you talking about? Playing someone's heart? I haven't even gotten the chance to date anyone for a while now what are you talking about?"
Tokoyami tells him about how he thought he was after Jirous heart and how hes been sending him mixed signals not only that the fact Denki keeps coming into his room frequently and sleeping in his bed while Tokoyami is still in it pulls a lot of red flags heart shape red flags
Kamis excuse: I always do stuff like that, bro the squad and I sleep together all the time what you thought I was hitting on you?"
That's when it hits him
"OOOOOooooh, so you like me?" Kami then looks the other boy up and down. "I mean, I dont think I could handle all that" gesturing towards all of the bird. "Sorry sorry, saw an opportunity and took it"
Tokoyami grows tired of this game of cat and mouse but is remaining vigilant to not speak his truth.
"You like Jirou dont you?"
Kaminari the goes on to tell him Jirou and him are the furthest thing from being a thing because one reason or another and Kami has been giving his love like a break ever since he started taking advice from Kiri and Baku about being a simp as Bakugo called it
"But that doesnt mean there isn't room for you in my electric heart if you wanna take a chance on me?"
That's how it started and only went up hill from there
SOOO what do you think, if you think they could end up any other way I wanna hear it
omg my favorite anon is back! i swear every other day I thought about you and wondered how you're doing, hope everything is okay!
AND OMG U GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC I LOVE IT SO MUCH!
no but really, as usual, i have never considered this pairing before but I was already sold bc i love the concept of opposites attract and your build-up for them was amazing so i really loved it!!
i agree that denki just has a very flirty personality, it's who he is and I think it makes him feel more confident in himself!
I can totally see tokoyami falling for him, just being silly and all smiles, when he realized his feelings there was a lot of my chemical romance and Aerosmith being played and - you didn't hear this from him - but midnight rain by taylor swift might just have played on his playlist once or twice (cause duhh he was sunshine and he was midnight rain)
I like to think tokoyami is a very straightforward lover but also a very tortured poetic one, he likes to suffer and would probably never confess but with all the mixed signals involved he just had to say something and he would confront it head on: like dude do u want me or not??
denki would be very confused, not because he doesn't think he's fucking hot but because why would he fall for him?? i think for them to get together it would be very experimental at first, just trying to figure it out if they really were a good fit, and surprisingly they were! tokoyami was oddly patient with him and denki feels really comfortable on his side
they're the type of couple to go on a lot of dates without the boyfriend label yet and just months in be like woah we're boyfriends??? ain't that crazy?? they would be very clingy too I think, not necessarily kisses in public, but a lot of touching and hand-holding, just letting the other know they're connected
i think that's all i have tonight but i will give them some more thought to see if I can come up with anything else! loved to hear back from you <33
#bnha rare pair#bnha#mha#tokoyami x kaminari#tokoyami#denki kaminari#fumikage tokoyami#tokokami#rei replies
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Okay! Specially for @elmaxlys As promised - about Kuon getting her body back or in this essay I wil- As I said already - I do want her to get it back and I do not at the same time. First of all I should remind about some headcanon thing I have - to be specific that she actually HAS enough powers to create a new body for herself, but has no real motivation to get to this powers. Like a limit she made deep inside her mind maybe even not realising it. Also let's not forget that she can just take a body of any emotionless mask and use it as she wants - but she's not doing it. Seems like she is VERY COMFORTABLE as bodiless spirit. Now let's go.
I don't want her to take Senya's body. Let's not talk about ethic, just storybuilding. Senya played his role in the story. He's walked his path from getting to the realm to giving some characters more trauma (in a short of course). His own story has ended. And I see only two possible conclusions for him - to wake up in the very end or to stay like he is (and his body to die after all). Let's be honest the first one is very likely impossible. We lost the boy. Let him be the beacon for other characters to lose their minds for good to go further. And pay him some respect as character. He earned it. Reusing his body that way will ruin HIS story. He deserved to rest in peace.
Then. I don't want her to take Zeon's body as well. The more I read TSA and looking at clones the more I enjoy how our dear clones while being so different from their originals still share some behavior patterns and somehow originals fates too. Rika and TSA!Juo both walked through some kind of realisation in the critical moment. Nise-chan and Mayu has a moment of "losing" themselves (in their case reversed since for Mayu it was actually back to her functions for a moment but we about the pattern). Yuri and Tenma are fighting with all their might - survive no matter what... Even look at the Third Stage who acts by his own will in his last moments (I am not thinking about his death as a spoiler for the future- well I AM). With other clones as I remember also kind of works. And Kuon and Zeon... You see where am I going? I think Zeon has low chances of surviving after that wound. Or if she will survive - she will stay herself.
So... Now let's back to Kuon and her abilities. Honestly, I think we need VERY VERY VERY special circumstances for her to really get herself a new body. And... I have and AU for every version of it that comes to mind time to time. So yes there're A LOT of AUs and only one of it is lovely and "happy" (you that one). In other cases circumstances are not so peaceful- You know how I always want to se her destroying everything in her way for her goal- So me wanting her to get a body is mostly just to please my heart of the shipper and character enjoyer.
And now to the most SWEEEEEET part. We are back to storybuilding or why I do not want her to get a new body at all. Let's see... I mentioned already that seems like she's pretty comfortable as just a spirit. And also... Also she already has a body who willingly serves her as a vessel or a host. I really love the concept of Kuon and Sniper stay as they are now... and slowly becoming One Creature. As he's losing his sanity bit by bit (and he is) she's "consuming" his mind. Not on purpose. More like... naturally just because staying to long in one brain. Losing sense of... self identity. Emotions. One body with two souls which cannot be divided anymore because they are one. The Judges. Calm and cold. And insane. But still keeping the last piece of humanity deep deep inside. And also doomed. If the story has an END they will not survive. Because this creature will not be functional in the normal world. I am just squeaking like an idiot every time I think about it. But let's be honest such thing we will not get... even if it's in my opinion very lovely thing from storybuilding and plot points of view.
And here I stop.
#I could write more and more detailed but it's HARD for me to organise thoughts and now is even harder that usual#feel free to ask for more#i haven't reread it typos might be there#tenkuu shinpan#tenkuu shinpan arrive
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Revisit Thoughts:
COLLATERAL CHAPTER 1, LET'S GOOOOOO!!!
a little background: as i am sure many are aware, this whole fic started more or less out of a joke. That, That came out, and i made this post about Boss Min coming to collect his payment (hint: it's you lolol.) it was cross-posted to twitter where people told me i needed to write it, and the rest was history. i never really read mafia fics or watch mafia movies, so the first chapter is pretty light and playful because i had absolutely no clue what i was doing.
and now, for the actual reread!!!
(under the cut, for the sake of spoilers!)
poor "boyfriend" never gets a name in this fic lmao. that's how truly useless he is.
i thought it would be fun to have mc be a fashion girlie, and i think it carries on through a few chapters (and pops up a little more) where i actually looked up designer outfits and did my best to describe them. that task became tedious tho, because i am not a fashion girlie, and i began to spend way too much time on designer websites, scouring through dresses lol.
This isnât me, you think. This is a charade; I should be wearing sneakers and stuffing my face with fried nonsense in front of a food cart, not parading around the hallways of some bougie hotel like a distressed debutante.
this bit is so cute, and honestly, really does seem to highlight a lot about the mc, despite the fact that she almost never wears sneakers once she lives in the Min mansion lmao.
i actually do an okay job of foreshadowing the mc's background in the opening scene, showing how unamused she is by her boyfriend's worries about becoming a drug dealer, and i hadn't really had her backstory fleshed out, just yet. we don't know who she is yet, but there is a hint that she may be used to a world in which drug dealers are commonplace (but blames it on watching old gangster films, hehe.)
we also watch her case the street to see whether any cars look out of place, which is an instinct everyday citizens may not have, further adding to her unknown backstory.
oh man, i have always considered cutting out the conversation with the bar regular because it feels so corny, but i never have gotten the nerve to do it. i think i added it as filler, honestly, so the first chapter wouldn't be so short. (back then i wasn't writing the epics i do today.) i think i also added it to give her someone to relate to/talk to other than her boyfriend.
we need a bingo card for the things she calls her boyfriend, including idiot, annoying shithead, dingus, asshole...lolol.
The man is in a light tan suit with a leopard print shirt and studded belt. His dark brown hair is coiffed off his forehead and long in the backâjust past his ears. He is a sight to behold with sharp eyes and a sharper smile, and you squint at him and scoff. Handsome as he is, he looks ridiculousâlike he belongs in some low production wild west filmâand you wonder if he has a light tan wide flat-brimmed hat with a feather sticking from it somewhere. Or, better yet, with a matching leopard print scarf tied around it.Â
LMAOOOOO. this always makes me giggle. Yoongi is so sexy, i needed to have a bit of a go at him.
oh, we also need to keep a running tally of all of mc's nicknames throughout the fic, starting with darling.
i have also made 5 very tiny edits hehehe. đ
Collateral đĄď¸ 1: I know exactly who you are
Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.
But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?
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đĄď¸ Yoongi x Female Reader
đĄď¸ word count: 5.4k
đĄď¸ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+Â
đĄď¸ warnings: a hint of violence, mention of weapons, description of panic attack đĄď¸ beta read by @neoneunnajiminâ đĄď¸ posted may 2022 | read on ao3
âWhere the fuck are we going?â you hiss, trying to keep up with your boyfriend, who is dragging you through the dining hall of your favorite restaurantâthe skyrise wine bar overlooking the river that serves the best Caesar salad you have ever tasted. Like, seriously, whatever they put in that dressing, you need to know.
âBabe, please,â he huffs, âIâll explain it later just hurry.â
Just hurry, he says, which is convenient for him considering heâs not wearing the latest hot chick scallop pointed-toe Louboutins which are currently squeezing the life out of your fucking toes. At least your legs have range of motion in the vintage Alexander McQueen mid-length black cocktail dress, but your faux fur leopard print knee-length jacket is turning you into a furnace.Â
You scurry down the hallway asking yourself what you are even fucking doing here. This isnât me, you think. This is a charade; I should be wearing sneakers and stuffing my face with fried nonsense in front of a food cart, not parading around the hallways of some bougie hotel like a distressed debutante.
It is not lost on you that, rather than taking the elevator that leads down to the lobby from the restaurant, your boyfriend has dragged you through the penthouse level of a hotel on top of which this restaurant sits, and you are now winding through a carpeted hallway away from the clattering of dishes toward an elevator meant for guests with rooms at that hotel. With the chance to pause and catch your breath, you turn to the man at your side.
âMind telling me just what the fuck weâre doing?â you pant.
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they werenât as bold since what happened last time, with the memories of that night being either hard to recollect through their memory or purposely pushed to the back of their minds to avoid experiencing shame. shinji had it worst of them all, which meant no longer relying on his looks to lure out girls for a while. his face was no longer bruised nor swallowed now, but he still walked with a bit of a limp, & couldnât apply too much force or pressure on his right arm. this left tatsuya trying to play his part, but the idiot wasnât as smooth as shinjiâsometimes scaring off the girls before getting to introduce themselves. he could be so crude & reckless, leaving hitoshi be the one to put a stop to him when that was shinjiâs job before. the latter had suffered the least when it came to that beat up, but his whole computer set was lost in the process. he sprung his knee just like shinji, & struggled to walk, though some of it could be accredited to his weight. he would follow the other two from behind, holding his phone low whenever they walked near girlsâespecially those wearing short skirts. tatsuyaâs task was to keep them from going away while him & shinji tried to charm them. sometimes, they were successful while others⌠not so much.
a single girl was an easy target, especially one that decided to venture the streets on her own, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. tatsuya would signal towards her, encouraging the others to join in behind him, before he fastened his steps & decided to walk in front of her. âyo!â tatsuya explained, raising a hand to salute her. âwhatâs a girl like you walking by herself? donât you know itâs dangerous?â tatsuya taunted, distracting her long enough for shinji to appear, flashing her a smile. âheyâŚmaybe you need some company.â he offered, & while there wasnât much to film, hitoshi still recorded nonetheless, trying to be discreet about it. it was unlike tatsuyaâs behaviour, who was too eager to ease her into a fair sense of comfort. âhey, how âbout we go out for some drinks?â tatsuya offered with a grin, which shinji tried not to scoff at, as he was doing it againâpossibly ruining their chance. âwhat heâs saying isâŚwhy is such a cute girl like you being on your own?â his voice was far smoother, inviting even. hitoshi remained their â camera man â, acting as if he was watching something or playing a game on his phone while keeping some distance so she would not see what he was doing. tatsuya then decides to try his luck by wrapping an arm around her & pulling her close to the side of his body, fingers brushing against her bare shoulders. âwhat do ya say? drinks on us, & we will even walk ya back home.â the blond added, something which made shinji slightly cringe, as he wasnât exactly subtle about his intentions.
     UNPROMPTED ASKS.  always accepting!
    Honestly, it could have been the fact she had just experienced wading through a bustling crowd of pedestrians earlier, but Vivian found herself disassociating, to the point where before she knew it, she found herself aimlessly wandering further and further away until she ended up on a less busier side street. Why, the whole entire time, she couldn't even register the sensation of anything, let alone lead her feet to a much clearer destination, for it was as if her body no longer even belonged to her... though, to be fair, it wasn't the first time her mind would seemingly drift off when exposed to loud, overwhelming environments.
    Why, had it just been the sound of blaring sirens rather than various other people talking or shouting at once, she might have simply clutched her head and keeled over; only, this was not the case, so her eyes would end up seemingly zoning out like they sometimes would when many livelier patrons happened to be frequenting Stardust. This, unfortunately, meant she would not even notice the approaching footsteps from behind her or even the fact she was being followed, until her head absentmindedly bumps into a taller person's chest, causing her to finally step back with slow, owlish blinks rolling off her eyelids. By the time he raises his voice, however, startled recognition would finally seep it's way through her bespectacled gaze and for the first time ever, she was back inside her own body again... disoriented beyond belief.
    "Huh? W-What?" Vivian ends up stupidly murmuring before whirling around, utterly perplexed at why another man was apparently standing some ways off and holding up a phone.
    "Uh... who even are you guys? And sorry, but I-I don't think I'm up for any socializing at the moment," she then frantically mutters... only to pause, when it soon occurred to her she was being hit on, which made her cheeks abruptly turn red. Considering they were strangers, however, she could already hear alarm bells ringing within her head. Of course, while she was flattered three guys actually found her cute enough to bother harassing her, Vivian also did not like where this was headed, because as dense as she was, she managed to read enough ero manga and hentai to know what they intended on doing to her... so when the blond one slings an arm around her shoulder, she'll immediately jump with her expression growing panicked.
    Oh no, this was bad! Of course, physically speaking, involuntary excitement would course through her veins upon being touched so brazenly, yet at the same time, the rational side of her brain was yelling at her to run, especially since she had no idea where she even was; furthermore, she didn't even trust those men, so for better or worse, she would forcibly squirm out of his grip rather than let herself succumb to being a potential rape victim. "N-No! I don't wanna go anywhere with you creeps!" Vivian then yells while raising her hands upwards in a defensive position. "Be gone, sinners! A-And repent for your sins, before I punish you in the name of divine retribution!"
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#mugunghwc#ââ ⧟ ⸢ ĘÉ â¸Łď¸łm̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ â ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE.#⸞ âď¸ â¸ž ( PUBLISHED ) ⤚ â˘â˘ đđ¤đđ¤.#⸞ âď¸ â¸ž ( QUEUED ) ⤚ â˘â˘ đđ đŁ đĽđđ đđđđŁđđŁđŞ.#[ whoops... i ended up writing a huge novel ]#[ but this response is very much an instance of a nerd being all bark yet no bite ]#[ so i pray either mako or ji-woo would come to her rescue at some point ]#[ because as much as vivian likes to pretend she is strong... SHE REALLY DOES NOT STAND A CHANCE AGAINST 3 MEN ]#[ i'm wheezing though at how utterly cheesy she ended up being ]#[ like you can tell she watches way too much sailor moon; therefore i don't imagine the boys would take her all that seriously ]
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@tempestflames / unprompted ( ? ) ask.
Chilling out nerd's agency in their office, he got his legs stretched out before him since he's plopped backwards on a chair. His arm is draped over the back of it, since the chair is too fucking short for him to rest his chin on the back. He's gotta sit semi-straight. Fuckin' annoying really, especially when you wanna slouch after a long fucking day. Really he's waiting on the nerd to finish whatever they're working on so they can get dinner together. The only reason he isn't bitching is because he had a late lunch, so he ain't starving yet.
He's keeping occupied by twisting back and forth in the chair while scrolling through social media and texting the idiot squad. More like reading what bullshit they're up to. Letting out a snort, he actually responds in the group chat. They're going off about the nerd, which he's not gunna scroll up to read how they came up. Continuing to watch the messages come through, his lips twitch into a nasty smirk. Looking away from his phone, he sets his ruby gaze on Deku.
"Oi," he calls," pause for a moment."
"Let me record you saying: fuck you, you shitty assholes." He pauses, letting the demand sink before adding, "as compensation you can ask for whatever you want. Dinner. Breakfast. I dunno whatever comes into your nerdy brain." It's a good deal in his opinion, he's giving the nerd free reign to ask for anything they want. All they gotta do is say those five words. He'll send it to the idiot squad and prove them all wrong. This nerd ain't no angel, they can dirty their mouth with a few bad words. Heh.
Well let's see if they takes the bait first. If this doesn't work, well he's got a plan B. Though that shit involves a piece of the nerd's All Might collection, so last resort.
âââ it just doesnât make sense. Polarizerâs quirk doesnât allow for teleportation, and yet â â
ââtheyâve been muttering to themselves for god knows how long. this case is one thatâs been crawling under their skin for months now, and theyâre no closer to solving it than they were the first time theyâd gone head-to-head with Polarizer. honestly, it was starting to wound even Izukuâs pride as a hero.
ââheâd asked Kacchan here for a fresh pair of eyes. itâs a really easy concept to the hero: offer him dinner, stroke his ego a bit, it seemed to be the magic formula ( or maybe itâs just Izuku, but he wonât consider that as an explanation ).
ââand of course, heâs been no help at all, so clearly that wasnât the magic formula, because Kacchanâs been sitting in his chair, because heâs a guest, and not helping whatsoever. granted, Izuku probably wouldâve needed to actually ask for the help instead of trying to goad him into helping.
âââ I donât know what Kaminari did to you but Iâm not saying that. and besides, Kacchan, really? you think Iâd sell out for dinner like I canât afford it? â
#asks. â ⪠i'm not the answer to the questions that you still have. âŤ#ic : izuku. â ⪠write the story of a hero. âŤ#tempestflames
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1, 22 and 30 for the writer asks?
D'aww thank for the ask, frien!! Boutta board my flight but these were fun to think abt leading up to that. Ty again!
1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?
Honestly I think One Dog Night needs love lol. Like I've gotten a lot better at writing over the last couple of years and I see just so many little details I'd tweak to make it better.
But it is pretty damn good, and the reason that I don't rewrite is because I want to leave it as a mark of my improvement. Maybe it needs an Evangelion kind of sequel where I redo it as a separate timeliness lol.
22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?
I'm a simp and I'm gonna simp. My brain selected one bastard man as a free dopamine machine and now we're here.
But that said, when I write I shoot for love letters to the mundane little things. And when you write for the same two idiots over and over again, it's that much easier to explore new aspects of what forms their relationship. And it can very between settings and across times.
So like, in the case of Barrett and Briar: it's incredibly sweet. And aligning the way in which the same people can fall in love over and over again is sweet. Soulmates as an idea is just sweet; destined to stumble into one another over and over again in the same dance for the rest of time, more than happy to do so.
30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.
Lmao I have a few I debated fixing up and posting. Mostly stuff I wrote like, years ago in college. Most college AUs to match my life and get my mind off of classes. Some folks might call it cringe but I call it desperate escapism from a difficult program lol.
That said, easiest to fix up would be Lumberjack Fantasies. Literally a reader insert about admiring Hans' shoulders while he splits logs. Short and sweet.
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