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i-stan-nct-and-satan · 4 years ago

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Not Broken Part 12 (Jaehyun Mafia AU)

Not Broken Masterlist

Jaehyun X Reader

Trigger warning: mentions of abuse

I stayed in my room for several hours, just staring at the minimalistic digital clock Taeyong had set onto the vanity. It was 2:58, past the time Taeyong said lunch would be delivered to my room. In any other circumstance, I would have just gone to the kitchen and made something myself, but I really didn’t want to run into anybody from 127, especially not the pink-haired mobster himself. I hadn’t eaten at all that day, nor had I had anything to drink other than the tap from the bathroom. There were no cups to be found so I scooped the water into my mouth with my hands.

I wondered if they had forgotten about me or if there was a delay. Either way, the hunger was becoming too uncomfortable to ignore.

I glanced at the door, wondering who on earth could be on the other side. I was almost too afraid to find out. On one hand, it was very possible that they would turn out to be a staff member rather than an actual member of Nct given that Taeyong explained that they had a few staff members on hand that doubled as bodyguards. I couldn’t imagine that Nct 127 would waste any of their members’ time just to stand guard at my door, yet on the other hand, I couldn’t get rid of the sinking feeling that if I chose to find out I’d be confronted with someone like Doyoung whom I’m sure wouldn’t be so pleased with having to escort me around.

I decided to come up with an excuse to open the door, that way if it turned out to be someone I didn’t feel comfortable with, I could just ask them to clarify a rule for me or something. I supposed I could also tell them that I was hungry, but I didn’t think that Doyoung would want to be sent on an errand either.

After I made the decision to open the door, I suddenly became excited at the prospect of being able to leave the room I had just spent three hours in unable to do anything but stare at my bruises in the bathroom mirror, take nearly an hour-long shower, and look through the clothes in the closet. There definitely wasn’t anything I felt comfortable wearing in there and although I knew I shouldn’t feel any guilt asking for clothing more suited to my style, I didn’t have the guts the make the request.

I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before I knocked on the door.

Nothing.

Was there no one on the other side?

Knock knock.

I instantly became confused by the sudden knocking that came from the other side of the door. I knocked again only for them to knock again.

Wanting to know what was going on, I opened the door to see the blonde-haired boy I’ve come to know as Mark, fist still raised in the air.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, too puzzled by his actions to feel any relief that it was him and not Doyoung.

“Knocking,” He answered, matter of factly.

“Why?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? It makes a lot more sense for someone outside of the room to knock on the door than someone inside of the room.”

“What? I mean, you’re not wrong but I just...”

Mark began to laugh softly at my perplexed state. Despite feeling even more confused by his reaction, I did feel less nervous than before.

“I’m just messing with you,” He revealed with a warm smile.

“What do you need?”

“Oh, um... I was just wondering if I could have something to eat.”

“Sure, no problem, let me just call the cook and have him bring something up,” He agreed, taking out his phone.

“W-wait.”

Mark paused.

“I was hoping I’d be able to leave my room at some point since there isn’t much to do.”

Mark stared at me as he processed my words and I worried that he would deny my request.

“Oh, I get it. Okay, sure,” He agreed.

“Yeah, I forgot that they didn’t really give you anything to do.”

“Yeah...” I confirmed, not wanting to sound like I was complaining.

“Well, did you want to go now?”

“Yes, if that is okay.”

Instead of responding, Mark just started laughing. I couldn’t understand why because I hadn’t said anything particularly funny, so I just started awkwardly laughing with him.

“Yeah, no problem. Let’s go.”

We walked down a long hallway, and down a long flight of stairs that looked like something the Queen of England would step down to treat her guests.

When we finally got to the kitchen, there were already several people inside, none of which I had ever seen before.

“Come on, Chenle. You need to eat.”

A man with blonde hair and a faded blue fringe whose out-of-the-blue hairstyle made it look like he had literally ran out of blue hair dye and made Doyoung’s blue highlights look normal in comparison, was sitting at small kitchen table with two boys who looked to be in their mid-teens. In another part of the kitchen was an athletic looking man who seemed too busy cooking to notice that we had come in. He had light sandy brown hair that looked like it had been shadow permed and was wearing a short-sleeved shirt under a salmon colored apron. He was peeling potatoes and I couldn’t help but stare at his developed arm muscles that were more defined than any of the 127 members I had seen thus far, with the exception of Jaehyun, himself. The apron did nothing to take away from his masculine features and anyone who thought it did would have to be extremely antagonistic towards the color salmon.

The older male at the table looked up at us. Apparently, my fascination with the other gentleman must have been obvious since my attention was immediately brought back to him as he cleared his throat.

“You must be Y/N,” He commented, getting up from the table.

“Hello,” I greeted.

“Ah, uh, yes. Hello. My name is Jaemin. I’m the nanny,” He wavered in his response.

The man offered his hand and I shook it.

“And these are Chenle and Jisung,” He gestured to the two boys still sitting at the table.

I glanced at them, not fully understanding who they were. One of them, I didn’t know which was which, had blonde hair that had a bit more yellow in it than most people would have preferred. It was strange but he almost looked scared of me. His features made it seem as though he were experiencing great discomfort. He avoided my gaze choosing instead to stare at the full plate of food that sat in front of him.

The other boy, whose plate was almost empty, had dark brown hair and an extremely small face. His expression reminded me of those mean girls in the movies when they were weirded out by someone less popular than them. He didn’t look mean though, just confused as to why I was there. The two of them didn’t resemble each other in the slightest so I assumed that they were unrelated.

“What happened to your face?” The second boy blurted out.

“Jisung!” Jaemin snapped before turning back to me.

“I’m so sorry about that,” He apologized.

“It’s alright, but who are they?” I whispered the last part.

“Oh, those are Jaehyun’s younger brothers,” Mark answered for him.

“Brothers?”

Guess I was wrong about them not being related.

“Yes, and don’t worry. They’ve been caught up on everything, including your lack of involvement in the... issue at hand.”

I hadn’t even thought of the possibility that they had even known about my existence let alone about the suspicion that I was involved in their sister’s death.

They really know everything that’s going on? At such a young age? No, it made sense. In this type of family, I’m sure that they are fully aware of their brother’s business and probably have been for quite some time. Maybe they’re even being trained to eventually become members.

“Have you put anything on... to... umm... treat that?” Jaemin asked as I continued to stare off into space.

“Oh, umm, no.”

“Hang on a second. I might have some vitamin K cream somewhere. Would you all keep an eye on the boys for a quick second?”

“Ah, I, umm,” I hesitated.

“I’ll handle it, Jaemin.”

I turned around to see the aproned man who had been busy cooking up to this point smile over at us.

“Awesome! Be right back,” Jaemin confirmed before hurrying out of the kitchen.

The man who had volunteered to watch the boys rinsed his hands and dried them on a spare cloth before making his way over.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” He asked in a pleasant tone.

“Hey Jeno, this is Y/N. We came to get her something to eat,” Mark took the lead in answering for you.

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/N. I was informed of your new status as a guest here just recently. I apologize for the delay. You can sit down at the table with Jisung and Chenle while I finish preparing your lunch.”

“Oh, so you’re the chef?” I asked, wanting to know more about the strangely attractive man, totally oblivious to my appearance.

“Hm? Oh, kind of. I’m actually-”

“The butler,” Mark interrupted.

I turned to Mark and gave him an expression I can only describe as “Dude, what the fuck?”

“Well yes, butler, director of the household. It’s all the same. Stand-in-chef while the other staff is away. I pretty much do whatever is required of me in order to keep the house from burning down.”

“Oh wow. That’s impressive, especially with a house as big as this,” I beamed.

I was surprised since someone of his stature seemed as though they would fit in perfectly as a gang member, but his kind eyes gave away his lack of involvement with the group’s more criminal activities.

“Not really, I have lots of great staff to help me. Anyways, have a seat and I’ll bring a plate over once everything’s prepared.”

Mark and I sat down at the table and it was... awkward.

Jisung and Chenle just stared at me as if I had three eyes... or maybe just two black ones.

“Did someone from 127 really do that to you?” Chenle asked looking noticeably sick.

Someone?

What I wanted to say was that their brother did this to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell two teenaged boys how much of a monster their brother really was. Even if he deserved it, they didn’t.

“Uh, umm...”

“I’m back!”

Jaemin’s timing couldn’t have been any more perfect.

“Did you miss me?” Jaemin cooed at the two boys, making an effort to pinch Jisung’s cheeks.

“Nana, stop!” He whined.

Jaemin frowned.

“This is why they said there’s no use in raising kids.”

His attention turned to me.

“Let’s get you taken care of, shall we?”

Jaemin asked me to sit on the counter in the kitchen so that we could “talk” without having to worry about the kids and asked Mark to watch them in the dining room. Apparently Jeno and Jaemin were also included in the list of staff who could watch over me.

“So how are things going for you?” He asked.

Jaemin’s face seemed to hold genuine concern so I had no reason to give him a snarky answer, but I wasn’t certain whether I could be honest with the two of them or not. They might not have been members of NCT, but they still worked for them.

“Everything is just so hard,” I broke down.

“Oh, honey,” Jaemin cooed sympathetically.

Jaemin took me into his arms as I started to quietly weep.

Jeno who had been busy cutting vegetables pushed them aside and joined us, patting my back as Jaemin continued to hug me.

After a few moments passed, I somehow managed to cease my crying.

Once Jaemin pulled away, Jeno gave me a cloth to wipe my tears. I winced when the fabric came in contact with my bruised eyes causing Jaemin and Jeno to give each other a concerned look.

“Let’s put some of this on,” Jaemin suggested.

“I just feel so angry at how little control I have here. I feel so weak and for some reason, I feel like I have no reason to complain either, like I somehow deserve this,” I ranted as Jaemin applied the vitamin k cream with a q-tip.

“You know you don’t though, right? I mean yeah, this whole this is fucked but you just have to get through it. Do whatever you need to do to survive, even if it means taking advantage of their accommodations.”

“What do you mean?”

“They told you that you could make requests, didn’t they? If I were you, I would take them for all they’re worth. I’d ask for expensive jewelry, clothes. You know, the works,” Jaemin continued.

“I just feel like if I ask for anything then I’ll be proving that pink-haired jackass right.”

“Hm?” Jaemin quirked.

I sighed.

“Jaehyun made me an offer and when I didn’t accept it, he told me that he didn’t expect a dancer like me to refuse that much money. Then he told me we could renegotiate later. He thought I was some floozy trying to get her next payday. I don’t even want the money. I refused because what he did can’t be fixed with money.”

“Wow,” The two men uttered in unison.

“What?”

“Y/ N, you’re kind of a badass,” Jeno complimented.

“What? No, that’s the thing. I couldn’t even stand up for myself and tell him that. This whole time, I’ve felt so powerless and weak and I just wish that I could fight back just one time and have an impact.”

We all went silent as Jaemin finished applying the cream to my bruises.

“How do you like the clothes the maids picked out? This dress is nice, right?”

“Honestly? I hate them. Everything is too fancy. I don’t feel like it’s exactly normal to wear Swarovski crystals when living in your kidnapper’s estate, not that there’s exactly a dress code for that.”

“Okay, no Swarovski crystals. What else?”

“Huh? Oh no, I didn’t mean. I’m fine, really.”

“Y/N.”

Jaemin grabbed my face as gently as he could to avoid causing any further harm to my already bruised face.

“It’s the least I can do given your situation, especially when I can’t do much else for you.”

His face was suddenly filled with noticeable anguish. He was trying so hard to relieve my sorrow, it made me want to relieve some of his.

“Okay then, I guess I do have a request or two.”

“Thatta girl!” He beamed, not a trace of sadness left in his features.

“What can I do for you?”

“Would it be possible to get my own clothes from my apartment?”

“I’m sure I could find some clothes to better suit your tastes.”

“No, they have to be mine. Is that okay?”

Jaemin spent a few seconds to ponder the request.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t ask, right Jeno?”

Jeno nodded.

“What else?”

“Could I start eating meals with you guys? I don’t want to spend all day trapped in that room and I could really use the companionship.”

Jeno and Jaemin smiled at each other and then back at me.

“Of course. Mealtimes are about the only time I ever get a break in this house. That’s when Jisung and Chenle get handed over to Momo, the other nanny. The only reason we were all in here earlier is because Chenle hasn’t been eating lately. The poor child. He’s only been like this once before when his sister died. I’m sure having everything come back up has been hard on both him and Jisung.”

I didn’t know whether I should have pried or if it was better to just change the subject, but Jaemin and Jeno seemed to be trustworthy so I decided to pry.

“Are they really his brothers?”

“Adopted brothers. The previous head of the household adopted all of his children,” Jaemin explained.

“Including-” I started.

“Yes, including him.”

“He couldn’t have children otherwise, so adoption was his only option,” Jeno added.

“Jaehyun and IU were blood related though. Sooman, the former head of NCT, had been searching for quite some time to find a son to eventually take his place as leader. He and his wife went to countless orphanages but apparently he was looking for something in particular which is why they never brought anyone home with them. He would ask each of the young boys a question, but none of their answers satisfied him.”

“What was the question?” I asked, enamored by the almost folksy tale.

“No one knows for sure, but I did hear from one of the older staff, who used to work as Sooman’s personal servant, that he’d ask them why they thought he should adopt them. Simple right?”

I nodded.

“Well supposedly, when he and his wife visited the orphanage the current young master was living at, one of the workers told Sooman that the boy hadn’t spoken a word to anybody other than his sister since they arrived. Instead of skipping the young boy, Sooman asked to speak with him anyway. He probably wasn’t expecting much of a response, yet he went through the motions anyway, telling him that he was a wealthy man who was capable of changing his life and things like that. When he asked the boy why he should adopt him. The young master actually responded.”

“What did he say? How did he convince him to adopt him?”

“That’s the thing. He didn’t. He told him that he shouldn’t adopt him, but that he should adopt his sister instead. Then, after having not spoken for such a long time, he went on to explain how much of a good person his sister was and how she would make a wonderful daughter. Sooman decided to adopt them both, that very day.”

I was speechless. That kind and caring young boy who was willing to give up on everything he could have wanted to help his sister seemed worlds apart from the horrible violent man I had the displeasure of meeting. The only similarities between them was how far they were willing to go for their sister.

“I guess Sooman wanted a son who valued loyalty,” Jaemin finished.

“What about the other two?”

“Oh, Jisung and Chenle? Their biological fathers both worked for Sooman, but died when they were a lot younger, so he adopted them as a service to them.”

“Umm, Jaemin?”

We all turned to look at the sudden voice.

Mark was covered in bits and pieces of food and a string of laughter escaped my lungs.

“Oh my god. Boys!” Jaemin ran out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

“Well, that was eventful. Anyways, food’s ready,” Jeno chuckled.

Jaemin had to go take care of the boys but he promised that he would be there tomorrow for breakfast.

Mark, Jeno and I sat down at the kitchen table. At first it felt a little awkward having Mark there since he was a member of 127, but I was relieved to see that he didn’t think so.

He told us how excited he was for another one of 127’s members to return after having been undercover for the last few months. He didn’t give me any specific details about the mission itself, but he did say the member’s name a lot. Apparently since he was so deep undercover, he was rarely able to interact with any of the members without the risk of blowing his cover.

Yuta came in at one point after hearing our laugher from a nearby room.

“Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever.”

“I have two black eyes.”

“And I can honestly say that not every girl can pull it off as well as you do.”

We continued talking hours after I had already finished eating. It was weird but nice. I pondered Jaemin’s words about how I should do whatever it takes to survive. I guess it felt like isolating myself wasn’t really my best option and that maybe opening up a little bit would make this whole thing more tolerable.

I went to bed that night, annoyed by the small red camera lights that flashed every so often. The next morning, I decided to just wear the green dress again since it was the only thing I really felt comfortable in, but instead of leggings, I put jeans on underneath. It looked kind of strange, but I didn’t care.

Jaemin told me that he was going to ask Jaehyun about my clothes at some point today. Jeno, Jaemin, and I met for breakfast. Mark tagged along since he happened to be guarding my door again. He quickly discovered that we made a promise to start eating meals together, so he also came to lunch despite not being on guard duty.

“Everyone else just eats in their rooms. We never have mealtimes together. I wish we would though,” He explained.

Not just him, but Yuta started to eat with us too. When it was time for us to meet for lunch, Yuta happened to be the one guarding my door, so he when he escorted me down to the kitchen only to see that Jaemin, Jeno and Mark were waiting for me, he demanded he stay to keep an eye on me despite there being three other men there to watch me.

It was strange at first, but it was nice to freely speak with each other without worry. Yuta continued to hit on me only to get scolded by Jaemin. Mark would laugh and Yuta would punch him in the arm, all while Jeno quietly smiled as though it were the most normal thing in the world for two mafia members, two staff members hired by said mafia members, and a former hostage kidnapped, also by said mafia members, to sit around a kitchen table laughing and having a ball.

I noticed how whenever he smiled, his eyes would form crescent moon slits, that made it hard to believe that he could see anything beyond them.

Nothing about the situation was normal, but I found myself feeling almost grateful for the scene unraveling in front of me. If this was going to be my new normal for the time being, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

<><><><><><><>

“The Itaewon lead was a bust. They found no trace of Wayv at any of their usual hangouts. Should I instruct S. Coups to have his men start canvasing the surrounding areas?” Taeyong updated his boss as they wandered the estate.

“No need. Have them return to Neozone to await further instructions. Wayv’s aware we’re looking for them, so they know to cover their tracks.”

Jaehyun was visibly frustrated at the lack of breakthroughs in the search for Wayv. His face was noticeably thinner than it was just a few days ago.

“We’ll just have to wait until they come for the girl.”

“Jae?” Taeyong quirked.

“Yes? What is it?”

“What’s that noise?”

The two men halted their conversation to focus on the sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen.

“Should we go see what they’re doing? Taking your mind off everything for a bit might make you feel better,” Taeyong suggested.

“It’s probably just Jaemin and Jeno flirting with each other. I can’t for the life of me understand how they still insist on keeping their relationship a secret from me. I’ve never once said anything to give them the impression that I’d hold any disdain for their choices as long as they continued to fulfill their duties and besides, only an idiot would think those two were straight.”

Jaehyun noticed the disappointed look on his friend/colleague’s usually impassive face.

Jaehyun relaxed slightly, becoming conscious of how much stress the two have them had been under, discussing further plans of action while holed up in his office since the break of dawn.

“Perhaps I should go in to check with in Jeno, see if there are any issues with... well, anything there might be issues with,” He suggested, abandoning his strict facade.

Taeyong’s face lit up. His excitement was most evident in his already anime-like eyes which now looked to have doubled in size.

<><><><><>

My eyes continued to linger on the sandy brown-haired man who sat almost directly across from me. I knew that it was crazy to crush on someone who worked for the leader of NCT even if he wasn’t a member of the gang itself, but it had been a crazy past few days and who could blame me for being drawn to such a gentle yet strong and protective looking hottie?

“Y/N?” He asked.

Watching the pair of lips, I had been hungerly gawking at, suddenly mouth the syllables of my name immediately allowed me to snap out of whatever entranced state I had been in for the last several moments and enter into one filled with embarrassment. My eyes quickly retreated down to look at my half empty plate, hoping he hadn’t noticed my staring.

“Yes?”

“You have a piece of rice stuck to your face,” Jeno said matter-of-factly.

My cheeks started to burn from the awkwardness. I moved my hand to brush the food from my face only for Yuta to beat me to it.

I jolted away, withdrawing from the man’s touch. Ready to berate him for the abrupt intrusion, I turned in time to see Yuta bring the speck of rice to his lips with a mischievous grin. I scoffed, unamused by his playful antics, as he merely continued to smirk. I glared at him briefly while taking notice of his purple locks.

His hair was always a dark purple similar to that of a plum, but under the bright kitchen lights it took on an especially violaceous hue. The intensity of the color and how it was almost hypnotic in a way led me to wonder if the devil might more accurately be depicted wearing violet than he would in his usual scarlet tones.

Yuta’s sly smile grew into a Chesire grin as he saw my anger morph into mesmerism. My gaze retreated from his and my cheeks were noticeably redder than before.

“Dude, that was gross,” Mark commented, bringing my attention back to the three other men at the table.

Yuta started laughing and I glanced at Jaemin and Jeno who glanced at each other and then back at me like two schoolgirls ready to hear all the hot gossip after seeing the school’s bad boy flirting with their friend.

Great, now they think something’s going on with Mr. Hits-on-anything-with-a-pulse over here.

I did everything to stop from groaning, but it must not have been enough to hide my annoyance as for the first time, everyone at the table was laughing except for Mark who had a perplexed look on his face.

“Oh, how nice!”

We all turned in our chairs to find the source of the sudden voice.

By now, I was easily able to recognize that the voice as belonged to Taeyong so when tufts of scarlet hair entered my vision, I thought nothing of it, but then a second man with oddly colored hair followed soon after. My lungs were empty of air, yet I couldn’t find the courage to breathe.

He was dressed in the most casual outfit I had seen him in. A black shirt tucked into black jeans held up by a black belt with a silver colored buckle. A clashing gold colored watch with red and green detailing drew attention to his right wrist and consequentially, the veins that traveled up his forearms. His hair lacked any product as far as I could tell, and his bangs swept past his browbone and into his eyes. I noticed that the man’s rose gold locks were slightly translucent, probably from the bleaching process, and must not have done much to impair his ability to see past them.

Unable to turn away, I silently prayed that he would overlook my presence, but that hope revealed itself to be a pipedream as our eyes immediately made contact with each other.

“What’s going on here?” Jaehyun demanded.

“They’re all eating together! How fun!” Taeyong observed, seemingly unaware of his boss’s hostile tone.

Taeyong wandered over to the table and took a seat in the last empty seat, leaving his boss to remain standing by the door.

“You know, I always thought that we should start eating meals together, but it didn’t seem like the other members were up for it.”

Jaehyun stomped towards us, irritation written across his face. My instincts were telling me to flee, to run out of there and never look back, but instead my body braced itself, knowing that it didn’t have to courage to move even the slightest bit.

“Jeno? Don’t you two have work to do?” He questioned the sandy-haired man.

Jeno and Jaemin looked at each other then back at their boss.

“Everything is running ahead of schedule, sir. I already have the ingredients prepared for tonight’s dinner.”

Jaehyun paused, processing the response before turning to Jaemin.

“And what about you? Where are Chenle and Jisung?”

“Umm... sir? This is my scheduled lunch break. The boys are with Momo,” He responded with perturbed intonation.

Jaehyun brought his right hand to his face and pinched the upper bridge of his nose in frustration, sending a quick glance at Yuta and Mark.

“Don’t look at us, you only told us to be on standby in case we needed to have a meeting,” Yuta reminded in a disinterested tone.

Before Jaehyun could chastise Yuta for such a cheeky response, Taeyong began to speak.

“Awesome. Since nobody is going to be busy for the time being, should we pull up another chair?” He asked staring up at Jaehyun’s intimidating figure.

I started begging the universe to save me from having to sit at the same table as the man who was possibly the only person I was more afraid of than Lucas.

“Actually, there was something I was hoping I could talk with you about, boss,” Jaemin announced, getting up from his chair.

“Shall we?” He asked.

Jaehyun looked down at the five of us who remained seated at the table before returning his gaze to Jaemin. Without saying anything, he merely made his way out the kitchen door, Jaemin waving goodbye as he followed.

I took a deep breath and let it out, not intending for it to be as loud as it was. Everyone at the table looked at me with concern.

“Y/N?” Taeyong quirked.

“I’d like to go back to my room please,” I mumbled, not wanting to hear whatever Taeyong had to say.

Yuta volunteered to escort me back to my room. Not a word was exchanged between us on the way.

Once I was alone, I settled into my bed and began to softly sob into one of the pillows.

I was so scared of him that I couldn’t even move. I’m so sick and tired of being so weak and defenseless.

I continued to cry until the tears began to sting my bruised eyes.

I can’t be afraid of him anymore. I need to get stronger. No matter what it takes, I need to survive.

<><><>

“Take a seat,” Jaehyun offered, already seated back at his desk.

“Oh, this won’t take long,” Jaemin replied, choosing to remain standing.

Jaehyun quirked an eyebrow at the staff member before leaning back in his chair.

“Very well. What is it you needed to discuss with me?”

Jaemin got straight to the point, not wasting any time to ease his boss into the issue at hand.

“Y/N doesn’t feel comfortable wearing any of the clothes that were picked out for her.”

The curiosity that had occupied Jaehyun’s features dissipated, replaced with the slightest hint of aggravation.

“And so, the requests start to flood in,” Jaehyun muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry, sir. What was that?” Jaemin asked, unsure if he was meant to hear his boss’s words.

“So, let me guess, the clothes aren’t good enough for her despite the fact that each article is probably worth more than what she’d make in a year?” Jaehyun sneered, not making any attempt to hide the disgust in his voice.

Jaemin furrowed his brows at the unexpected response.

“No, sir. That’s the opposite of what I’m saying.”

Now it was Jaehyun’s turn to furrow his brows.

“Hm?”

“Y/N doesn’t feel comfortable wearing clothes of such a high quality, especially when they were paid for by her...” Jaemin paused, hoping that his boss would understand and that he wouldn’t have to finish the less than favorable account of why exactly Y/N didn’t want to wear the clothes Jaehyun had instructed to be prepared for her.

Jaehyun glared at Jaemin, daring him to finish his sentence, not showing any hint of mercy towards the staff member.

“-captor,” The man finished, doing his best to maintain a professional demeanor while still presenting a strong front.

Jaehyun’s anger unexpectedly dispersed. He sat up in his chair, tapping the desk as he deliberated Jaemin’s words.

“I’ll send a maid out on another run for her,” He decided.

“Is that all?”

“Well, boss, that isn’t-” Jaemin began.

“Actually, why don’t you do it since you probably know more about her... tastes. I’ll have Jeno instruct Momo of your absence and let her know that she’ll have the boys for the time being.”

Jaehyun’s voice was laced with an emotion Jaemin couldn’t quite make out. Was it bitterness or perhaps just irritation?

“She doesn’t want new clothes, sir.”

Jaehyun’s dusted pink bangs, fell to the side of his forehead as his head tilted the slightest bit.

“Then why are you here taking up my time, Jaemin?”

“She wants the clothes to be removed from her closet and for someone to retrieve her own clothes from her apartment complex.”

“What?”

“Can that be done?” Jaemin pressed on.

“Hold on a minute. Why does she want her own clothes? We could have any article of clothing she wants prepared for her by the end of the day. Hell, we could create an exact replica of her closet if she wanted. Just have her tell us-”

“Excuse me for speaking so boldly and without tact, sir, but it seems as though Y/N doesn’t want any handouts you have to offer her,” Jaemin interjected.

A strange tension filled the air as Jaemin explained his understanding of the situation. Jaehyun seemed as though he were debating amongst himself as he processed this new and unanticipated information. His eyes stared past Jaemin instead of at him and all the younger man could do was wait for his boss’s reply.

Jaehyun took his office phone off its receiver and lifted it to his ear before pressing the 1 on the keypad. A moment passed before Jaehyun spoke up.

“B.I.? Yes, have S.Coups and his men stop by Y/N’s apartment in Hongdae before they return to NEOzone. I want all her things brought back with them. Someone will come by this evening to pick them up.”

After giving his instructions, Jaehyun hung up the phone and looked up at Jaemin.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off and head to NEOzone headquarters later tonight to grab her things?” He proposed, his face and voice having returned to their usual unreadable states.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

<><><>

After Jaemin exited through his office door, Jaehyun was left to contemplate Jaemin’s words.

Had he really misjudged Y/N this much? All this time, he assumed that if she wasn’t working with Wayv, that she’d probably cause problems for them by threatening to expose them unless she got whatever amount of money she needed to keep her mouth shut. Yet here she was, not only choosing to forgo making any requests for newer and better things but actively refusing them as well.

It was enough to baffle Jaehyun to the point of complete frustration.

What was it that she wanted? Was it possible she didn’t want anything except to go home? To be safe from Wayv’s grasp?

Jaehyun felt a strong urge to leave his office, the walls of which seemed to be closing in on him. He wondered if perhaps a walk would clear his head and allow him to organize his thoughts, but as he wandered through the halls, the weight of his actions finally hit him.

What have I done?

Images of Y/N’s first night at the estate crept into the front of his mind, but before he could really weigh the impact of his actions, he remembered seeing his sister, naked and shoved into a box that was left on their doorstep.

He shook the image from his mind and buried it along with any feelings of guilt that threatened to arise.

He couldn’t let his emotions get the best of him. After all, there was still a chance that Y/N was working with Wayv.

“Hey, boss.”

Too distracted by his thoughts, Jaehyun had unknowingly walked past the security room where Taeil had set up. Having been woken up from his thoughts, Jaehyun entered the room through the open doorway. Monitors showing live footage of Y/N’s room seemed to make up most of the room’s light with the exception of Taeil’s empty laptop screen. Taeil was holding a mug filled with either coffee or tea, Jaehyun didn’t bother to ask which.

“What’s she doing?” He inquired, taken aback by the images displayed on the monitors.

“Working out, I assume,” Taeil answered not sounding so sure himself.

“Why is she so... bad at it?”

They both watched in silence, suffering from secondhand embarrassment as footage of my first attempt at doing a push up since middle school gym played across multiple screens.

“Why is she- What is she-” Jaehyun couldn’t even figure out what to ask, giving up halfway through each unfinished inquiry.

“I don’t know but this has been going on for the last half hour. I was getting some work done since I didn’t really wanna watch her cry, but when she started doing jumping jacks all of a sudden, I couldn’t really look away,” Taeil reported, looking visibly uncomfortable.

Jaehyun tore his eyes from the screen and returned his gaze to Taeil.

“Crying?”

Taeil returned to his laptop, quickly reopening a dark colored window with past recordings of Y/N’s room. After muting the current footage, Taeil brought up footage timestamped 1:34, roughly ten minutes after Jaehyun left the kitchen with Jaemin.

Several cameras were installed to ensure there were no blind spots in the room, but the camera that produced this specific footage only provided coverage of the bed and some of the floor surrounding it. For the first few seconds, the room seemed to be empty of any life, until the sound of a door opening was projected from a nearby speaker and Y/N entered the screen’s image. She climbed onto the mattress, wrinkling the neatly made bedspread and sat there silently staring off God knows where. Jaehyun and Taeil watched as Y/N grabbed a pillow and held it tightly against her. She began to cry, occasionally reaching up to wipe away the tears that streamed down her bruised cheeks.

Taeil paused the video roughly sixty seconds after the sobbing had started and turned to his boss.

“This went on for like ten minutes, but then look at this,” He said, relaying the contents of the video.

Taeil pressed the fast forward key, stopping the video after a few seconds and then pressed the spacebar to resume.

The screen continued to show footage of Y/N crying, before she abruptly stopped altogether. She rubbed her blackened eyes visibly wincing from the contact. After several moments of just staring at nothing, she then preceded to get up from the bed and disappeared out of view. Taeil took a few seconds switching to another camera, this one showing a complete view of Y/N as she began to start doing jumping jack, like Taeil described earlier.

Taeil paused the video.

“The next twenty minutes are just of her doing various exercises. She’s alright with cardio, but anytime she attempts any strength training, it ends up looking like, well... that,” He gestured towards the monitors that showed that the current Y/N was still struggling to lift herself back into the air after falling back down.

“She is persistent, I’ll give her that,” Jaehyun observed.

“Makes you wonder how we ever thought she was a part of Wayv,” Taeil laughed.

Jaehyun’s gaze shot back to Taeil.

He was right.

If Y/N was working with Wayv, she would have at least been trained in basic hand to hand combat, right? Yet here he was, watching her get visibly more and more frustrated with herself as she failed to do what even people who aren’t particularly athletic should be able to do.

The possibility that she was faking it crossed his mind only for it to disappear without a trace when he watched Y/N fall onto her already bruised face, yelping in pain.

“I think she’s trying to get stronger,” Taeil speculated.

Stronger?

Jaehyun started to contemplate whatever possible motives Y/N could have for wanting to become stronger, when he felt a heaviness in his chest. A heaviness he hoped to ignore for just a little longer but couldn’t.

“Hmm,” He hummed.

<><><>

I woke up to the sound of knocking. A groan escaped my mouth as I turned to look at the clock. My eyes had still not adjusted to being open this early in the morning, so I struggled to make out the numbers that shined in blue light.

5:00.

Five a.m.? Really?

It was still dark in my room as the sun had yet to rise. I rolled over in my bed and pulled the covers over my head, hoping the person knocking would get the hint and fuck off.

They didn’t.

Eventually, the door opened, and I could hear footsteps approaching. Instead of feeling aggravated since my slumber was being cut short, I felt an unignorable sense of fear.

Wayv.

I moved the covers just enough to look at the vanity table. There wasn’t much on it, but I could see the outline of a lamp.

If I move fast enough, I could grab it and use it as a weap-

“Goodmorning Y/N!”

I screamed as the duvet was ripped from my body.

I stared up at the shadowy figure that stood at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, come on, I don’t look that bad in the mornings, do I?”

The lights turned on and suddenly I could see.

Jaemin continued to stare down at me in amusement as I alternated between looking at him, and Jeno who was standing by the light switch near the door.

“Guess who brought gifts!” Jaemin prompted, pulling a bag of clothes off the ground and spilling them onto the bed.

“What?”

“I brought you your clothes!” Jaemin replied as though it were the most normal thing in the world to wake someone up at five a.m. just to give them their clothes.

I looked down at the clothes on the bed and noticed a bag filled with clothes I didn’t recognize.

I opened it and took out a bright orange hoodie, the tag still attached.

“I told you I didn’t want any new clothes. Jaehyun will think-”

“Jaehyun doesn’t have to know. He gave me the afternoon off to pick up your stuff, but I noticed that you really didn’t have many clothes to begin with, so I thought I’d supplement your closet a bit. Don’t worry. These are gifts from me and Jeno, paid for with our money, not Jaehyun’s.”

“But-”

“No buts. It’s the least we could do and besides, it’s just a few hoodies. No big deal. Jeno and I wear this brand of hoodie all the time. They’re cheap, but comfier than anything you’ll find in any of the members’ closets.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Jaemin said with a smile.

“But that wasn’t why I was saying but,” I began.

“Hm?” Jaemin hummed curiously.

“I really appreciate you bringing my clothes here, and the hoodies are lovely, but why did you have to wake me up at five a.m. to give them to me?”

Jaemin chuckled and looked to Jeno.

“I’ll let him explain that and while you two are gone, I’ll get started on getting rid of the clothes in the closet and hanging these up instead.”

“While we’re gone?”

I looked to Jeno for some help understanding what the other man was trying to say. Instead, Jeno walked over to us and smiled.

“Are you ready for your first day of training?

<><><><><>

After leaving me to get dressed in my workout clothes, a simple t shirt and yoga pants, plus a royal blue hoodie that I found in the bag along with the others, Jeno guided me out into the hall way, taking the time to answer my questions along the way.

“What do you mean you’re gonna train me?”

“I’m in charge of training all the insider staff so that they can double as bodyguards if need be. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean why you were going to train me, I meant why are you going to train me?”

Jeno hesitated before answering.

“Don’t you want to get stronger so you can feel safer?” He asked.

“I mean yeah, but will it be okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I still have a cracked rib for starters and what if Jaehyun finds out?”

“I’ve trained people with worse injuries,” Jeno reassured.

“And you don’t need to worry about Jaehyun. He was the one who suggested it in the first place.”

“What? Why?”

I stopped in my tracks. Jeno stopped shortly after turning around to meet my gaze.

“Y/N, I know you’re probably more than a bit confused right now, but maybe don’t look a gift horse in the mouth? I mean, nothing good can come out of questioning Jaehyun’s motives. For now, just be happy that you’ll have something to focus on for the next few days.

Jeno resumed his steps and so did I. For some reason, Jeno’s words didn’t lend me any comfort.

<><><><>

“Harder! Hit it harder!” Jeno yelled from behind the punching bag.

It had been three days since Jeno started training me and somehow each day seemed to get harder and harder. My muscles were sore, and my bones felt like they would turn to dust. This was the routine, wake up at 5:00, warm up for thirty minutes, cardio for twenty, weight training also for twenty, and then the next two hours would be dedicated to basic self-defense and hand-to-hand combat. Despite my body feeling like it was one day away from falling apart completely, it looked better than it had in days. My bruises were almost completely healed, and my face had basically returned to normal. Breathing was still hard due to my slowly healing rib, but Jeno refused to let it hold me back as he constantly ordered me to hit harder, run faster, and lift heavier.

The kind and gentle Jeno I knew was long gone by the time training began, replaced by a mountain of pent up rage and aggression. It was no wonder he was able to stay so unbothered despite working such a stressful job. As soon as he entered the gym, it was like he was releasing every ounce of anger he had built up over the course of his life, and damn there was a ton of it. If that wasn’t enough to get over my crush on him, learning that he and Jaemin were dating threw the whole thing away.

I once asked Jaemin how he could stand to work out with Jeno when he was like this. His answer was surprising to say the least.

“I don’t know. I kind of like it. He just looks so sexy when he’s mad. Makes me think of all the dirty things I want him to do to me after we hit the showers.”

The rest of my days continued like normal. At mealtime, I would head to the kitchen and eat with everyone at the dining room table. We couldn’t sit at the kitchen table anymore since Taeyong, Taeil, and even Doyoung started to join us, but only because Yuta forced him to come along. The only members who didn’t join us were Johnny, Winwin and Jaehyun. I found myself wanting to ask what was going on with Winwin and Johnny since I hadn’t crossed paths with them since Jaehyun ordered them to stay glued to each other, but I couldn’t muster up the courage. I found myself missing Winwin. Even though he wasn’t the friendliest guy, there was something about him that felt comforting. For some reason I was beginning to find most of the members comforting to some extent even Doyoung’s threats seemed humorous when paired with Yuta’s sarcastic responses. I knew I should feel on guard with them, but after everything that had happened, it was nice to feel like I had friends.

Friends? Oh god. I better not be developing some weird form of Stockholme Syndrome.

“Hey! Stay focused!” Jeno commanded as he pushed the punching bag into me, knocking me down on the floor.

<><><><><>

Jaehyun chuckled softly as Y/N fell to the floor mat. He continued to watch through the two-way mirror as Jeno offered his hand to Y/N.

On the first day of their training, Jaehyun felt a strange urge to go see how things were going so he decided to take a break from his work to check in on their progress. At first, he only stayed for a few minutes, but today, he found himself losing track of time.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she?” An unexpected voice entered the room.

Jaehyun’s subtle grin abandoned his face, replaced with an irritated scowl.

“I thought I told you I was too busy for any meetings today,” He mouthed, refusing to turn towards the new presence.

“Oh, I can see that, alright,” The voice taunted.

“How did you find me here?” Jaehyun coldly huffed.

“I just rang the bell and that younger member of yours let me in. Mark, was it? After that, I made my way to your office only to find that you weren’t there. Luckily, I ran into one of your staff members, one with a particularly strange hair style I might add, and he suggested I look for you here.”

After a moment of silence passed and it was clear that Jaehyun wasn’t going to speak, the voice continued.

“I’m curious as to why you’re allowing Jeno to train her in the first place,” The voice sighed as if it were suggesting something.

Jaehyun could hear the smirk in the other man’s voice and it pissed him off to no end.

“Having her know basic defense might serve useful if Wayv decided to break their way in here or if we decided to use her for bait or something,” He explained dismissively.

“Are you sure about that? Or are you perhaps feeling guil-”

Jaehyun finally looked at his unwanted guest.

“What do you want, Suho?”

Suho’s playful smirk morphed into a frown that almost perfectly matched that of the younger man.

“We have things we need to discuss.”

<><><><><><><>

After training ended, I returned to my room to shower. Jeno decided to finish a little earlier today since he said that breaks were key to gaining progress. I don’t know how finishing thirty minutes early counts as a break in his mind especially with how long our sessions were to begin with, but I was thankful for the extra time I had to relax before heading down to lunch.

Being able to wear my own clothes was something I was grateful for. It gave me a small amount of power knowing that I didn’t owe anybody anything. It also did a lot to make me feel more comfortable in such an uncomfortable setting. I chose to wear a simple pair of black skinny jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt that hugged at my curves, and my red converse.

I had lunch with everyone being their usual happy selves before returning to my room to rest. Mark was my escort to and from lunch, so once we got back, he and I played several rounds of cards before Yuta barged in.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I playfully teased.

Yuta winked at me.

“You know what they say, you can’t hide anything from your lover.”

Mark and I looked at each other before proceeding to make all sorts of fake vomiting noises.

Yuta was unamused.

“Anyway, Mark, come on let’s go. Impromptu meeting in the billiards room,” He said suddenly in a rush.

“What about Y/N? Who’s gonna guard her?”

“Nobody.”

Yuta turned to me.

“Congrats! The boss says you’re officially too old for a babysitter, now let’s go Mark,” Yuta announced before disappearing into the hallway.

Mark promised he’d be back soon to finish the game, but hours past and there was still no sign of them.

When it was time for dinner, I decided to take advantage of my newfound freedom by making my way to the dining room unescorted. When I arrived, only Jeno and Jaemin were seated at the table. Dinner was mostly quiet. Jaemin explained that the meeting was probably still going on and that’s why we were the only three here. It made sense until Taeyong entered the dining room with a sullen look on his face.

“Y/N? Are you finished eating?”

I nodded, unsure of what else I could say or ask.

“Jaehyun wants to see you in his office.”

Scared and not knowing what to expect, I asked Taeyong what was going on, but he refused to answer. I got up and followed him. Halfway to his office, we ran into Yuta. He smiled when he saw me and opened his mouth to speak. I was expecting him to say some cheesy pick up line, but what I didn’t expect was for him to just pause before looking down at the floor, moving to the side to let us by. I looked back at him as we walked past, utterly shocked that he had actually decided not to tease me for once. It made me uneasy.

When we got to Jaehyun’s office, Taeyong knocked on the door. Instead of a voice on the other side telling us to enter, the door opened and through it walked out two members of 127 whom I had not seen in a very long time.

Johnny and Winwin.

I smiled at them silently. Winwin said nothing and only stared at me. It wasn’t comforting in any sense, but it was better than the pat me on the shoulder Johnny gave me before whispering the words, “I’m sorry.” I watched the two of them disappear down the hallway before a voice I wish I could have forgotten called for us to enter.

Taeyong led me to Jaehyun’s desk and pulled out the chair for me to sit in. Jaehyun kept his eyes glued to me, only looking away to dismiss Taeyong.

Once we were alone, Jaehyun silently stared at me as though he were carefully deciding what to say next.

“Y/N.”

I did my best to meet his gaze, careful not to let him notice my uneven breaths which grew shakier the longer he delayed the next few words that would fall past his lips.

“It has been decided that you and I will get married this month.”

What?

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gingrrfrog · 2 years ago

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get well soon my love <3 onto noir asks, was jisung ever caught up in the family business? etc did enemies try to use him to threaten jaehyun despite not being explicitly involved in the illegal side

thankfully no! there have been rumors about Jisung’s family background but Jisung tries to be very private about his family and who his brothers are. Luckily enough for him, none of them share the same last name, so it’s easy to dismiss the rumors that could ruin his career.

Jaehyun is careful too, despite being a shareholder at the entertainment company.

#Jisung really is under the radar #a lot of mob bosses don’t know he exists because he’s not an actual Jeong brother like jaemin is #and Jaehyun prefers it that way bc that’s his babie brudder regardless 🥺#noir asks

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recklessmark · 3 years ago

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—when the bodyguard your dad hired is your long lost rival.

Pairings: bodyguard Mark x mob-boss Reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe!), dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, slut shamming, orgasm denial, mark is possessive but cute at the end.

The sounds of your heels clicking against the ground filled up the silent patio. You stormed into your house after receiving a text from your dad, basically demonstrated that he had sent you a new bodyguard since your job had been getting more intense lately. This should be the umpteenth guard that your dad hired, how are they supposed to protect you when every time you get into trouble, they can’t even take care of themselves.

You locked the door, kicking your shoes off before walking inside. Noticing a figure of a man sitting on the couch, you frowned. One hand holding the gun holster, the other finding the light switch. But they immediately fell onto your mouth when the man in question himself turned around due to the sudden light in the room. Your eyes went widen, still not believed in what you saw. He stood up, a coy smirk displayed on his face as he slowly approached you.

“You miss me?”

You looked him up and down, confirming that you were not dreaming, “M-Mark Lee? You’re alive?”

Your back is against the wall as Mark pressed his body on you, your faces were an inch away from each other. You’re babbling, dying to know how it’s possible for your long lost rival, Mark Lee, revitalized from his death and now standing in your house. Mark had been on the back of your head since the day you heard the news of his death from a combat. Apparently you’re supposed to hate him but that period of time was the darkest of your life, you practically couldn’t live without him.

He leaned in, his nose was brushing yours, “If I knew my appearance can earn that reaction from you, I would accept the job offer sooner.”

You tensed under his muscular body, his face plastered with arrogance. You squinted your eyes at him, “So you’re the body guard that my dad hired?”

Mark nodded, “Didn’t know that my death make your career path a lot easier. You’re the boss now huh?”

You pushed him away, you needed to go since you’re melting into his touch and that’s definitely not a good sign. You fixed your clothes before walking away.

“You can sleep on the couch or in the room next to the balcony. We’re going to the estate tomorrow.”, you called behind your back, “And don’t even think about breaking into my room at midnight.”.

You remembered that time you saw Mark sitting in front of your house with blood everywhere. You did let him stay at your place since he was terribly injured with two bullets in his shoulder and a gash on his ribs. He was super lucky to magically survive after that much damage, and you thought you could be a surgeon that you were phenomenally able to save him with some basic medical skills. Mark stayed with you for two weeks and literally broke into your room every night despite of your death threats and the locks on your door that you only bought because of him. You pathetically had no sleep at that time, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully when your hot enemy was pressing his chest against your back. You sighed, Mark Lee is the first bodyguard you didn’t kick out on the first day and the only bodyguard you let staying at your place.

—

You’re questioning yourself about the faith you put in Mark, your used-to-be enemy, that you actually allowed him to be your bodyguard and now you’re guiding him to your estate. What if he’s preparing for a terrorization?

“So why did you fake your death?”, you asked, only loud enough for him to hear clearly.

Mark glanced at you as he’s trying to find the perfect vocabulary for the situation, “The boss thought I’m a threat to the gang so they attempted to kill me many times, unsuccessfully though.”

“That you’ll murderer that coward and replace him? What in the mysterious novel is this?”, you laughed almost choked on your spit.

Everyone eyes landed on you and Mark when you stepped inside the building, the faint smile on your lips had soon faded away. They respectfully greeted you as you made your way to the office.

“What are you involved with?”

You heard him question when you’re in the elevator. Your fingers tapped on your lips,

“Pharmaceuticals”

“Drugs”

You darted your eyes at him as the word fell out of his mouth. “God, I’m trying to make it sound legal, no need to say it out loud like that.”, you gave him a warning look before continued talking.

“Automotive recovery and repair”

“Grand theft auto”

You’re not bothered to yell at Mark or whatsoever, as if he hadn’t done all that things.

“Defense trading”

“Selling illegal weapons”

You stopped a bit, looking at the number on the monitor screen of the elevator.

“And contract execution.”

The elevator was finally on the highest floor, which only has your office and the meeting room. You stopped at your track when you see a gap on your office door, you always remember to lock it up before going home, except it’s...

“Y/N!”

You almost passed out, you should’ve mentioned that you totally hate surprises. How do people find it’s funny when they scare the fuck out of somebody?

“Lee Haechan? When did you get here?”

You lost your balance when Haechan jumped on you for a hug, “Last night.”

You fumbled on your feet as the weight on you hardened your breathing. “God, do you always have to cling on me like that?”

His arms wrapped around your waist, he rested his head on the crook of your neck as he noticed the man that had been standing at the door frame.

“Who’s this? You better not cheat on me!”

You frowned, pushing Haechan away, “Cheat your ass! He’s my bodyguard.”, you turned around to look at Mark.

“Hey, you should go check the new people. If they mess up, I’ll kick your ass.”

You asked Haechan to leave before he continued making something up. You don’t know why he has a thing for pretending to be your boyfriend, sometimes cousin or even worse is step brother. He always knows how to get you into trouble and never take responsibility for that. You don’t know how come he’s your best friend and your assistant.

You locked the door after he already left, not care about Mark still froze at his space. You sat down, reorganized the stacks of papers on your desk.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

Your eyes flew up only for you to see that Mark was hovering over you, his hands pressed on the desk.

You looked back down, “Why would you care?”

He remained silent, you shrugged, unbothered by his question. Neither the two of you broke the silence first until you completed all the work, it’s already night time outside. You glanced at Mark, who’s sitting on the couch next to the window with his gaze focused on you. You flustered, wondering if he had been like that for 4 hours straight since you came to work after lunch.

“Let’s go.”

—

You’re walking to your car in the parking lot when someone familiar drew your attention.

“Jaehyun!”

You hollered while running towards the man. He caught you in his arms as you peck on his cheeks, which was not become unnoticed by Mark. He recognized the man, Mark had a few combats with him before.

You noticed the expression on Jaehyun’s face changed lightly when his gaze shifted. You knew what’s it about.

“He’s the bodyguard my dad hired, I’ll explain but I have to leave now okay?”

You gave him a small kiss on his lips before turning around, pulling Mark with you.

—

“Get out!”

Mark snarled when he finally pulled up in the garage. He walked out, leaving you confused in the car. Did he just yell at you? You gasped as the door beside you flung opened, he recklessly took off your seat belt before pulling you into the house.

“What the hell Mark?”

You asked when he pressed you against the door, still could not comprehend what’s happening.

“Shut up!”

He groaned into your ear, his head was on the crook of your neck, you squirmed as his hair tickled you.

“Have you done flirting with every man you meet? You want to be a slut so bad don’t you? You want Jung Jaehyun to fuck you right? And either whoever the man in your office was!”

Your body tensed under his, his breath hit your skin giving you some feelings. Both of your hands attempted to push Mark away by his shoulder but he didn’t move an inch. He left your neck to face you, his eyes gave you death stare.

“Mark take a fucking breath, okay?”, you muttered out. His eyes were still boring holes into you as you continued, “Haechan is my assistant and Jaehyun”, you stop, “I like him.”

“That jackass? That? Him?”

You frowned, “He’s not a jackass.”, you debated.

Mark grabbed you around the waist, “He doesn’t ever touch you again. Understand?” His tone was venomous. “You’re mine.”

You stood in silence as your brain functioning his words. His proximity to you was turning the heat in your veins from anger into something else.

“Oh yeah, Mark? I’m yours?”

“Mine.” His face was mere inches from yours.

You narrowed your eyes. “Fucking prove it, then, asshole.”

He tightened his grip around your waist and practically threw you onto the couch. You turned and tried to crawl away but he pulled you back down, forcefully, and slammed his hips into your ass. You could feel his erection straining against his trousers as he ground into you. You braced your hands on the couch as he kicked your legs apart and shoved your dress up around your waist.

“You want me to fucking prove it?”

He cupped your ass in his hands and squeezed hard before ripping off your lace panties and throwing them on the floor. One hand snaked around your waist to keep you from escaping while the other ran along your slit. Mark placed his finger in his mouth tasting you groaning lowly and then pulled it out with a pop. He kneeled down and ran his tongue along your slit before digging in. His tongue circling your clit before darting into your hole then going back. You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

"M-Mark..." you whimpered as your legs started to shake. He groaned against you as he kept going, the vibrations making your mind go blank. "I-I-I'm... I'm go-gonna..."

He pulled away in a moment, leaving you undone. You whined, desperate to come. Instantly his hand came out and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you close to him and smashing his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue dominated yours as you can taste yourself on it. His other hand ran up your thigh until it reached your ass and he gripped a cheek roughly causing you to moan out.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? You acted like a slut so I treat you like one.”

He started to kiss and bite along your neck stopping every so often to leave some marks. You heard the metallic click as it was unfastened and then his zipper as he freed his cock. Then, in one motion, he slammed into your cunt.

“How about this, huh? Do you like my cock inside you?”

You gritted your teeth and nodded, Mark smacked your ass, hard. “Answer me, goddamnit. Do you like my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Say it.” He began a slow but punishing rhythm, pistoning into you as hard as he could. “Fucking say it, Y/N.”

“Yes–Mark....” He punctuated each of your words with a deep thrust. “I – like – your – cock – inside – me – ”

“You like it when I fuck you hard?” he growled as he began to speed up.

“Yes… yes… oh God, yes,” you moaned, giving yourself over to the pleasure.

“You filthy fucking slut… you like it when I fuck your pussy from behind like this?”

“Yes! Mark, yes!” you could feel your climax already approaching as Mark reached down to rub your swollen clit with his hips slamming into you nonstop.

“Are you mine, Y/N?” he roared.

“Yes, Mark, I’m yours!”

With that, your orgasm tore through you, your back arching as your body pulsed around him. You had barely come down from your high when leaned over, “You should be grateful that I let you cum. Turn around, dirty girl. I want your mouth.”

Mark pulled out of you and you turned around kneeling in front of him, still feeling boneless. He grasped your hair and you let your jaw drop open; he bucked his hips forward and you could taste yourself on his cock. You sucked him greedily as he thrust forward.

He groaned as he emptied himself into your mouth; you swallowed everything Mark gave you before slowly licking him clean. He fell flopped himself onto the couch, shaking from the force of his release, before wrapping his arm around your naked body.

For a few long minutes, the only sound was your labored breathing as you tried to recover.

“Do you actually like Jaehyun?”

Mark mumbled but loud enough for you to hear, his breath was still heavy.

You leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder, your legs curled up, pressing against your bare chest. “Yes, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”

His hand brushed your hair comfortably, “Why?”

“Didn’t you just claim me like two minutes ago? You can’t change your mind.”, Mark couldn’t help but giggled, he pressed his chin on your head. “Since when you have feelings for me?”, you looked up only to see his sharp jawline, his signature scent filled up your nostrils.

“I don’t know dude, may be that time when you held a dull dagger on my throat or when you attempted to shoot me with no bullet loaded in the gun.”

You slapped his arm playfully, “That was an accident!”

The room went into silence again, your eyes stared into the city outside of the wall of windows.

“Do you know when I figured out my feelings?”

Mark traced your fingers with his thumb, waiting for your answer. “I kissed Jaehyun because it’s the last kiss, I thought you don’t care.”, you intertwined your hand with his, “But I know you’re my everything the moment you I saw you sitting here, that my long lost hot rival is alive.”

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jeongyunhoed · 2 years ago

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Fic Recs Round 10!

Because it’s been quite a while and I have noticed the lack of people reblogging great content (or I just don’t follow a lot of writers anymore), it is long past overdue to make another fic recs post. I really love these works and I’ve reread quite a number of them whenever I’m just not in the mood to do anything or whenever I can’t be arsed to write in general.

As with my previous rec posts, I will indicate which ones have the spicy content (be warned: most of the fics I will include in this list are).

If you like the works, please give the author some love and REBLOG. It’s how our work gets around this site that unlike Instagram or Twitter, can only get exposure through reblogs.

* - has smut / implied smut / basically very spicy

ATEEZ

ATEEZ what they love about you - @calmdownluv

*Acquainted (San) - @serendipityunho 12:59 (Yunho)

*Make Up (Mingi) - @nateezfics *Slippery (Yeosang) *A-Z Headcanon (Hongjoong) *Rainy Morning (Mingi) *Bubble Bath (Seonghwa) *Live Game (San) *Sweet Metallic (Jongho) *Hush (Wooyoung) *Into the Night (San) *Warm (Yeosang) *Honey & Blood (Hongjoong) *Deepest Desire (Yunho)

ATEEZ when their s/o buys them flowers - @molangmoy

6:53 p.m. (Wooyoung) (suggestive) - @treasure-hwa What’s a soulmate? (Seonghwa) Don’t Let Me Go (Mingi)

This really ridiculously cute story in a diner (Yeosang) - @hereisleo Moonlight Confession (San) Hell Correspondence (Wooyoung, San)

Chat Noir (San) (suggestive) - @gummygowon

Time of Our Lives (Wooyoung) - @moonchildsaurora The City of Lights (San) This incredibly amazing mob boss piece (Seonghwa)

14:32 (Seonghwa) - @petitemingi 11:23 (Wooyoung)

*Choi San as Your Boyfriend - @star-1117

*Explicit (San) - @b4nnned

*In the Same Class as ATEEZ - @essenteez

1:54 (Wooyoung) - @sadienita

ATEEZ when he takes care of you while you’re in the hospital - @blu-joons ATEEZ when he misses you while on tour

Selfish (Yunho) - @yeochikin 2:11 (Yeosang)

ATEEZ as romantic tropes - @mingishoe

3:46 p.m. (Hongjoong) (Suggestive) - @kireiwoo

Grocery Shopping with Wooyoung - @tbhchoi

Arcade (Yunho) - @barsformars

NCT

*Crazy in Love (Jaehyun) - @jeonronwoo

#jeongyunhoed recs

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byuntrash101 · 3 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 7

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You; Boss!Baekhyun x You; CEO!Baekhyun x You

Genre: smutttttt

Tags: cuckolding, cheating, NTR, cum play, dirty talk, name calling (light), edging, oral (f)

Raiting: +18

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: When you are desperate for money you have no choice but to seek the help of Byun Baekhyun: your husband's rich, powerful and wicked boss.

A/N: This is the only part where OC and Baek are not a couple but keep reading it might even be better hehe. Guys this one is one of my faves of this whole series so I hope you like it toooo~ 😇😇 -Cat 😼

Tag list: @lovebuginlove @calamell @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @f4ncyvelvet @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove @myexoobsession @geniusloey @blahblahblah-boo @nana-banana @mingiandbaconjam @chanyeolscoon

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Paraphilia #7: Troilism, Observing one's partner engaged in sexual activities with another person

T H E A L P H A M A L E

"Come on Seokjong, we're going to be late!" you tell your husband as you precede him on the pathway towards the big mansion. Your husband pants behind you.

"I know honey but... slow down a bit, will ya?" He puffs holding his side, difficulty going up the stairs. Your husband was never one to be really fit. He was rather short, not even taller than you and also a little chubby. People often told you that you two were not a good match. Telling you how much more good looking you were compared to him. Often you had to turn down the advances of men that thought themselves to be better than Seokjong but the truth was that you loved him. You loved him exactly the way that he was. Happily married for 4 years now.

Well... That was true up until recently. Even though you try to convince yourself otherwise. Your feelings are... changing.

You ring the doorbell in front of the enormous door of the even more gigantic mansion. While your husband catches up to you.

"Please enter" the distinguished butler says. "Please get seated. Mr Byun will receive you shortly" he points towards comfortable couches placed in the entrance. You look around the now familiar place. The floor is made of black marble tiles, the walls have an elegant white wallpaper with exquisite details. The entrance is very big, so big a renaissance style statue of a woman sits in the middle, while a huge staircase is right in front you.

You know the entrance very well but not the rest of the house because apart from the hall and another room you never visited it. Even though it was your 10th visit. Only two more to go...

After a while the butler came back and signaled you to both go upstairs. You politely nodded and went on your way. You knew exactly where to go...

Last room on your right... Mr Byun's office.

"Enter!" the low voice commanded from behind the door. You pushed in the door, your heart beating loudly.

The first thing you notice is the atmosphere. The big windows that accompanied the tall walls and the high ceilings are covered by curtains. The only light source is the desk lamp placed on the elegant dark wood desk that sits in the middle of the big office. The room is grand, the atmosphere very intimate.

Mr. Byun was standing there, slightly leaning back on his desk, shuffling through some paperwork, absentmindedly playing with the collar of his white shirt.

He wore a really expensive suit, very professional looking. Navy blue with discreet golden yellow accents and of course a thin white shirt that was perfectly hugging his frame. Which made your heart stomp even harder.

Mr. Byun was exactly what every woman would desire. He was handsome, had beautiful shiny chestnut hair. A body shape to die for with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. Gorgeous smooth skin, the most charming and seductive smile and of course... he was powerful.

Everything about him was, this mansion, the sports cars he drove, the way he dressed, the way he walked and even... The way he looked at you. Like right now.

He lifted his eyes from the paper, when they landed on you he took his time fully appreciating the view. He started with your shoes. You were wearing the sleek black shiny high heeled pumps he had requested for today. Then his eyes went up your legs to the slit of the red bodycon dress you paired with the shoes then to your breasts where his eyes lingered for a bit then to your collarbones then your neck then your plump red lips then finally your eyes.

Definitely you were not growing accustomed to the way he looked at you.

Seokjong also came in panting and profusely sweating. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. You rolled your eyes at him. You felt bad for that but at the same time... How could you not be mad at him? He was the reason why you were here in the first place.

Seokjong had an addiction. An addiction to gambling. For the past couple of years it has gotten worse, to a point where Seokjong lost 1 million dollars to the mob. It was a colossal amount of money that needed to be paid back right away. So of course you took two other jobs and also borrowed money from your parents but you barely could gather 80 000 dollars. It calmed down the mob for a while but after a time they started to threaten your family and loved ones.

So Seokjong turned to his boss: Byun Baekhyun. He had worked for him all his life and even for his father before he took over the company. So you both went to see him on the top floor of the big company building. Your husband got on his knees and begged him to lend him the money. He told him that he would work his whole life for it. He offered to put Mr. Byun on his will, he even offered him his parent’s farm, which was a ridiculous offer, and he knew it but he just had to take the chance in order to save your marriage, your family and even your life.

But Mr. Byun laughed at his face.

"Look at me... Look at this office. Does it look like there is anything in the world that I can't afford but you... somehow can?" his voice sounded so cold at the time.

"N-no..." Seojong said, lowering his eyes.

You remember how Mr. Byun leaned over your husband still flat on the ground and said:

"Offer me something that's unique, that only you have. Something that money can't buy and I might consider it..." with that his eyes turned to you and he looked at you for the first time like he did moments ago.

You remember how the shivers ran down your spine when his lips curled in a carnivorous smirk, how lust gradually clouded his eyes.

That time, for the first time. You let another man touch you, feel you, and look at you in places that were before only for Seokjong. Only for your husband.

That time, for the first time, at the top floor of the big highrise. You let Mr Byun Baekhyun have his way with you.

That's how you both agreed to let Mr Byun fuck you in front of your husband every month for a whole year in exchange of clearing Seokjong's depts with the mafia.

That was what you were now: Mr. Byun Baekhyun's whore.

"The door, Seokjong" Baekhyun commanded which brought you back to the present moment.

Slowly he walked up to you... Gradually you felt heat washing over you. You didn't want to admit it but there was a moment in time where you started to anticipate every time you had to come into this mansion. Of course you never told anybody, not even yourself.

Baekhyun walked behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his warm breath brush on your ear and his body press against your back. His fingers brushed up your arm. From your wrist to your shoulder, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Already you felt a tingle build in your core. Because Baekhyun didn't even have to try to get you started. His aura and the simplest, littlest touches were well enough. But the worst part was that he wasn't content with that. Everytime he made sure to drive you crazy with desire, pushing all the right buttons to the point where you were the one begging for him.

Without even a word he slipped one of the spaghetti straps of your dress off your shoulder and started to nibble at your neck and earlobe. You knew your husband was right behind you, watching your every move so you tried your hardest not to make any noise as he planted blue and purple love bites all over you. He smirked when he noticed you were holding yourself back. Because he loved when you resisted him. The more you resisted the more gratifying it was when you finally gave in. And he knew you would... eventually you will give up yourself to him, again.

"Seokjong come here" he commanded while stepping in front of you and standing at a little distance, to be able to fully see you. Your husband shuffled to his side.

"Yes Mr Byun?" he asked looking up at him as he was a lot shorter.

"Strip her for me" he said motioning to you with his chin.

"Yes sir" Seokjong responded. He came to you and slipped off the other strap. Then with caution he slowly pulled on the thin red fabric and rolled the bodycon dress off you. First, your breasts popped out since Mr. Byun specially requested you to not wear a bra. It made him smile and lick his lips when he noticed how hard your nipples already were. Because even though you're trying to resist, your body speaks the truth.

Slowly but surely the dress was completely off you. Leaving you close to naked in your red lace thong and your shiny black pumps.

Baekhyun stayed silent for a minute while he walked around you. Admiring your breasts, your beautiful legs in the shoes he chose and even your perky ass in the minimalistic red thong.

He licked his lips again. Then walked in front of you. He slowly closed in the distance between the both of you until you felt his warm breath tickle your cheeks, his broad torso pressed against your naked chest and his bulge against your stomach. You held in your breath trying to contain the thumping of your heart.

"Seokjong come here" your husband shuffled to him. Baekhyun placed a hand on his shoulder. "There... stand... right there" he said as he placed him exactly facing the both of you only a few centimeters away.

"Pay attention" he told Seokjong, winking at him and playfully padding his shoulder.

"Yes sir" your husband answered.

"Now baby" Baekhyun brought back his attention to you. "Stick your tongue out for me"

Hesitant you slowly opened your mouth to stick out your tongue. Baekhyun glances again at Seokjong, making sure he's watching carefully. Then approaches his face to yours. Slowly he sucked on the tip of your tongue then he pushed his soft lips against yours. Embarking you on a hot kiss. His tongue swirled inside your mouth and as heat started to wash over your body you couldn't help but to look at Seokjong. He didn't lift an eyelash, he was petrified. Baekhyun deepened the kiss. His hand went up your hair, tangling his fingers in it, while the other slipped to your lower back where he pulled lightly on the waistband of the thong to let it slap against your skin. Gradually you felt his bulge harden against your stomach which made the tingly feeling even stronger.

He broke the kiss to let you catch your breath and looked at you with a satisfied smile. Stafisified because you couldn't hide anymore. Your eyes were begging him to continue as your body was too... Baekhyun felt that.

"Seokjong" Baekhyun called your husband, before sitting you on the desk and sliding off the red thong, passing it over your heels. "Look, that is what a simple kiss with me does to your wife" he said holding the little fabric in front of your husband face. You felt embarrassment creep up inside you.

The thong was drenched with juices, and you hated that. You hated how this was the truth. Your body was betraying you, craving more of his touches, longing for the moment he was going to be inside you.

Seokjong looked at the shameful result of your arousal and simply nodded.

"Lick it." Baekhyun commanded, smirking. "Taste your beloved wife's desire for my cock"

You whipped your head in the direction of your husband. He, too, looked at you before slowly bringing the red piece of fabric to his face and licking the wet spot. He closed his eyes, his eyebrows creased.

"How is it?" Baekhyun asked.

"Delicious, sir" Seokjong answered, opening his eyes. Baekhyun smirked before turning his attention to you again.

"I want to try it too" he said before crouching down and bringing his face close to your heat. You felt embarrassed. But at the same time you didn't move a muscle because you couldn't wait anymore for him to finally touch you there.

You immediately let your head fall back when you feel his warm and wet tongue on your slit. Slowly going up to your needy clit. A small whimper escapes your lips which makes Baekhyung smile against your folds. His skilled tongue paired with the teasing from earlier makes the knot in your stomach tighten. Really quickly, you feel the pleasure rising uncontrollably. But as soon as Baekhyung feels you twitch under his tongue he slows down to an unbearable pace.

You can't help but whimper desperately. He smirks again and picks up the pace, circling your swollen bud with his tongue.

This time shameless moans escape your lips, the pleasure is just too much and you can't help it. You're so close, you want to cum. But again, he slows down. You look down at him with pleading eyes but don't dare to actually say the words. He smirks at you; he loves to see you struggle like this. He loves the frustration in your eyes.

He starts up again. He gives you just enough to be close to the edge but not enough to actually go over. He keeps you there, in the middle, playing with you, torturing you. And you just can't take it anymore.

"Please" you whisper. He parts his lips from yours.

"Please what?" he says smirking, looking up at you. He brings his hand to your heat and draws small circles on your very sensitive clit. You gasp, biting your lip.

"Please let me cum" you beg in a breath, your head is dizzy, you have trouble keeping your balance on your high heels and you hold on for dear like to the edge of the desk.

"You want to cum baby?" you nod.

"Seokjong come here" your husband comes to stand directly behind him, facing you. "Watch how your wife cums for me".

With that Baekhyun's fingers slip inside you and curl up immediately spotting your good spot. You can't help but to moan loudly. His lips go back to your clit where his tongue continues to tease you further. Only this time, it's to finish the job.

Mercilessly his fingers and tongue attack you, to transform you into a moaning mess and as you feel the knot threatening to come undone you look up at your husband. You feel immense shame to let him see your delighted, sinful expressions from another man's touch. You're ashamed of letting him hear you moan for Baekhyun like that but at the same time... It turns you on so much. When you're met with the disappointed eyes of your husband you are finally able to cum. Your walls tighten around Baekhyun's fingers as you twitch uncontrollably under his tongue. Your juices rush out of you completely soaking the wooden floor. Completely out of breath you squirt all over, a blissful and lingering moan rolling off your tongue.

Baekhyun pulls out his drenched fingers out of you and stands back up before turning to Seokjong.

"Did she ever squirt like this for you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, sir." Seokjong said, lowering his eyes. Baekhyun smirked, satisfied.

You tried catching your breath as you held yourself up on the desk with difficulty.

"Seokjong sit there" Baekhyun said as he pointed to the floor in front of the desk. Seokjong complied and sat his back straight against the darkwood and waited, his eyes locked on the floor.

Baekhyun started to undress himself. One by one he undid the button of his white shirt and took it off. Revealing his perfectly sculpted body. His chest was glistening from lightly sweating. His cologne gracefully floated to your nose. He smelled exactly like he looked: very expensive and manly.

He then took his pants off and kissed you again. Forcing your mouth open with his tongue as he pushed his hips on your stomach. You couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

"Bend over the desk baby" he said softly in your ear.

You turned around and bent over. You were positioned in a way that your husband's face was directly underneath your crotch. This way he had a front row seat on your adulterous sex with his boss.

Baekhyun came over and rubbed his hot tip against your drenched heat. He brushed it against your swollen clit before slowly slipping inside you. You moaned shamelessly at the delicious full sensation he was making you feel. There was no comparison. He was so much bigger than Seokjong.

"Seokjong, did you see how easily I slipped inside her? It's almost like she was made for me" Baekhyun said in a groan. Fully indulging himself in the tightness and warmness of your naughty little pussy.

Seokjong didn't even reply, instead he started to palm himself through his pants. He hated himself for it but he couldn't stop himself from getting aroused. He saw expressions you never made for him. He heard moans he never heard from you. All of that was, inevitably, turning him on.

Baekhyun started to slowly thrust himself in and out of you. You moan for him like he is the only one in the room. At this stage, you don't care one bit about your husband anymore. The only thing that you want is Baekhyun's fat cock rearranging your guts to fit him.

"Please faster" you plead. Baekhyun smirks but decides to grant your wish and goes faster and even deeper inside you. You throw your head back as he tightens his grip on your waist. Making your breast jump and the desk shake to the sound of your skin clashing.

He feels so good inside you, no one can ever fill you up like he does with his huge cock. You moan for him, forgetting about your husband right underneath you. You want Baekhyun to hear how good he makes you feel.

"Does it feel good baby"? he groans in your ear.

"Yes!" you reply without hesitation, his low voice sending goosebumps on your skin.

"Does my cock feel good?"

"Yes! Aaah.. So good!!" you close your eyes as you feel the knot tightening again.

"Yes you're a dirty little slut of a wife" he whispers in your ear.

Seokjong palms himself harder, rubbing circles on his aching cock. Drunk on the sounds that you make only for Baekhyun. Droplets of your juices crash on his cheeks and bottom lip which he sucks off hurriedly. It's almost like you never tasted so good.

Baekhyun picks up the pace again when he feels your pussy tightly gripping on his cock.

"Moan for me slut" he says through gritted teeth.

"Aaaah Baekhyun I'm cumming" you moan shamelessly. But Baekhyun once again slows down, a whimper escapes your lips as you feel your orgasm getting away.

"I'll let you cum if you tell Seokjong how much of a disgraceful wife you are" he says in a low voice, groaning in your ear as he fucks you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whimper, not wanting to go that far.

Seokjong doesn't move anymore, he holds his breath, somehow... he wants to hear that...

Baekhyun violently thrusts inside you to convince you. You scream out a moan to the immensely pleasurable but ephemeral sensation. With a trembling lip you start.

"Seokjong I'm sorry to be such an undeserving wife" you start, Baekhyung goes ever so slightly faster inside you.

"Aaaah... I let Baekhyun fuck me and... Aaaah.. I love it"

Seokjong rubs himself through his pants once again.

"But his dick is so much better than yours... Aaaaah"

"Good girl continue" Baekhyun encourages you by fucking you harder.

"There's no way... Aaaah... I can go back to your tiny penis anymore... Aaaah. After getting a taste of Baekhyun's huge cock"

Baekhyun goes even deeper and faster. The knot is threatening to come undone at anytime.

"Baekhyun's cock is... aaaah... aah... So good I only want him to make me cum. Only he knows how to manhandle me."

Seokjong furiously palms himself underneath you, his face towards your heat, where he carefully watches his beloved wife's pussy get rammed by his boss.

"Good girl." Baekhyun praises as he doesn't stop fucking you mercilessly. Feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. "Now cum for me baby. Cum on this dick baby" he commands.

You give yourself in to the pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel as your tongue loosely hangs out of your mouth and your eyes roll back. You can't control anything anymore. You're cumming harder than ever.

"Seokjong, listen to me moan while I cum on Baekhyun's fat cock" you scream as you finally cross the edge.

Your pussy pulsing around Baekhyun's huge cock inside you. You scream Baekhyun's name one last time as your juices gush out of you again. So much liquid spurts out of your pussy, to completely soak your husband that is still sitting right underneath you.

Seokjong releases himself in his pants. A stain of cum appears on his crotch through his pants as he opens his mouth wide to catch as much squirt as he can. He drinks your juices as his dick pulses under his hand.

Pleasure completely takes over your body, making your mind blank until the only thing you can ever remember it’s this incredible sensation of Baekhyun’s cock inside you.

You don't even have time to get down from your high that Baekhyun pulls on your hair to make you face him and kneel before him. He violently pumps his fist around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Baby open wide" Without even a second thought you open your mouth and stick your tongue out more than happy to welcome his warm cum.

Finally Baekhyun shoots to the back of your throat and all over your face. You look delighted as so much thick cum coats your tongue and cheeks, the delicious bitter and manly taste spreads in your mouth and makes your head dizzy.

You fully savour his cum playing with it in your mouth before swallowing it all. Baekhyun looks at you with a satisfied smile. He taught you well. His eyes turn to your husband again.

"Now Kiss her. I want you to taste my cum in your beloved wife's mouth".

To Seokjong it's an unexpected miracle. He quickly scoots over to you and happily links your lips together. The bitter taste spreads to his mouth as he thoroughly licks and sucks your tongue, not forgetting one corner of your mouth.

Seokjong never told you either, but with time he also came to anticipate the visits to Mr Byun's house.

You both liked the thrill of doing something so bad, so wrong. But it felt so right and both of you were hooked.

Baekhyun smirked, a carnivorous smile plastered on his face. In the end, he both transformed you. He was proud of turning a happy couple into to two adulterous sex hungry freaks.

"See you next month"

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iseeyoongi · 3 years ago

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protection | yoonseok

☁ Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok (hitman Yoongi and cafe owner Hoseok), maybe a little sprinkling of Taehyung x Jungkook

☁ Summary: By some strange, morbid, twist of fate hitman Yoongi and cafe owner Hoseok end up in witness protection... in the same house

☁ Genre: mafia au, fluff, smut, drama, angst, slow-burn

☁ Rating: R, 18+

☁ Warnings: Descriptions of violence (nothing too graphic), and mental illness

☁ A/N: Things are going to move a litttllleee fast in the first few chapters to give background before we get to the good stuff

☁ Word Count: 2,411

☁ Part: 1/?

22 hours.

Yoongi had been stuck in this small, dim interrogation room for 22 hours. He knew they could only hold him for 24 hours before they were forced to either let him go, or charge him. But those last two hours were definitely dragging along. He had taken a job with one of the biggest bosses in town, pretty happy with the prospect of the paycheck coming his way.. but of course right as he was delivering this package.. they nabbed him. Honestly, he couldn't believe he got caught.

He leaned back in the metal chair, picking at his cuticles as he waited. The officer who had been questioning him, Detective Kim apparently, opened the door again. He strode in with a sigh, dropping his case folder on the table in front of Yoongi. The man ran his fingers through his dark hair as he sat down across the table. Yoongi looked up at him with an arched brow.

“You giving me a ride when you cut me loose?” He mused, pursing his lips.

“Dragged me all the way down here for nothing.”

“So you’re assuming you’ll be leaving in a few hours then…”

He was.

Detective Kim checked his watch.

“You’re thinking you’ll be out of here in two hours. Really, we’ll be booking you in two hours.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi questioned, planting his feet on the ground and leaning forward-eyebrows furrowed.

“Let’s see..’ The other male started, opening the folder and flipping through the papers. ‘You’re looking at… at least 12 for the drug charges. 20 to life for the murder.”

“I told you I didn’t kill that guy!” Yoongi slammed his palm down on the table.

You walk into a house with a dead guy and suddenly you’re taking the wrap for a murder you didn’t even commit. Of all the people he’s killed, he’s about to go down for someone he didn’t even know. Perfect.

“Honestly, I believe you.” Detective Kim reasoned, leaning back in his chair and staring at Yoongi. “I don’t believe you didn’t know what was in the package.. but you’re not even who we want.”

Yoongi gave him a questioning glare.

“We’ve been trying to nab your guys for a while now..”

“They aren’t my guys.” Yoongi cut him off, huffing when the other male arched a questioning eyebrow at him. “No affiliation.” He finished finally.

Min Yoongi, or as the criminal world knows him Suga, is what you might call.. a man for hire. Gang leaders, mob bosses, drug peddlers.. they hire him to do their dirty work. Whether it was kidnapping, torture, murder, or simply delivering a package of grade-a cut heroin like this time, he was the man for the job. But he definitely didn’t have “guys”, he was in no way going to be tied to any of these idiots when they went down. Or at least that was the plan.

“Well fine.. We know that Jaehyun hired you, and we’ve been trying to nab him and his guys for a while now.”

“Okay?” Yoongi droned, staring at him blankly.

“So I’ll cut you a deal..”

Yoongi was interested now.

“Tell me where Jaehyun meets and you’re off.”

“Off?” He half way didn’t believe it. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Yoongi pursed his lips, thinking.

“Get me a lawyer.”

Hardly 10 minutes later a pudgy man in a suit walked in with Detective Kim.

“My name is Lee Daesuk. I’ll be representing you.” He seats himself across the table, opening his briefcase.

“He offered me a deal.. I just want to make sure he can’t switch it up when he gets what he wants.” Yoongi’s eyes flick to Detective Kim who is standing behind the lawyer.

“Well, paperwork has to be written up. But as soon as you agree and give him what he wants, we can get started on that.”

“No. Paperwork first. Everyone signs, and then I talk.”

Daesuk looks to the detective, who purses his lips, glaring down at Yoongi.

“Fine.” He says simply. Yoongi leans back in his seat.

After a few moments, the lawyer pushes a piece of paper across the table, handing Yoongi a pen.

“Just sign there.” He points. Yoongi signs. Deasuk moves the paper to the detective. “And you, here.” He points. Detective Kim signs. Daesuk signs his own space and then puts the paper back into his briefcase.

“Alright, lets hear it.” Detective Kim says instantly, leaning on the table with both hands.

“I met with him at his home.”

“Here in Seoul?” Detective Kim cuts him off, scribbling on his notepad.

“Yeah. Penthouse, top of Conrad.”

“The hotel?”

“That’s the one.”

Detective Kim leans in more, staring pointedly at Yoongi.

“You do know if you’re lying, you’re going to prison.”

Yoongi waves his hand in the air, rolling his eyes. “Why would I lie? I don’t care about him.”

The detective and lawyer share a look. Finally Detective Kim walks around to Yoongi's side of the table, crouching down and unlocking the shackle that had been tethering him to the table.

“Alright… you’re free to go.”

And with that, Yoongi jumps up.

“Thanks, gorgeous. Your company has been grand.” He winks at the detective, striding towards the door before the others have a chance to even move.

“He’s smart.” Deasuk mumbles after he’s left the room, earning an annoyed grunt from the detective.

It had been almost a week since Yoongi’s run in with the cops. He had been laying low, partly. Mostly he just wasn’t worried about working right now. Currently he was sat on his couch, idly scrolling through Twitter. Bored out of his mind.

He couldn’t help but jump at the knock on his door.

Yoongi stood up, padding across the hardwood floor to the front door and looking through the peephole. Instantly, he glared through the hole, pursing his lips and letting out a huge huff as he opened the door.

"Need me to solve another crime, Detective?" Yoongi spat, earning an eyeroll from Detective Kim.

"Save the sass, this is important."

He walked into the apartment, turning on his heel to face Yoongi again, who was looking at him half insulted and half confused.

"You can't just walk into my apartment like that! I'm a hardened criminal! What do they teach you at that stupid academy?"

"How to use a gun.. for hardened criminals."

Yoongi tilted his head to either side, arching his brows. "Alright.. fair. What do you want?"

"I'll be honest with you.. we've been keeping an eye on you. Got someone posted down the street."

"What?" Yoongi huffed, raising his hands in the air. "I haven't even done anything! I've barely left my house in a week."

"Yeah, I know. Proud of you." Detective Kim mused condescendingly.

"Fuck you.." Yoongi started, but before he could continue the detective was talking again.

"We're not the only ones who have been watching you though. Looks like Jaehyun figured out who ratted him out."

Yoongi was quiet now, trying to keep his cool demeanor about him, but he licked his lips nervously.

"Well, he's in prison right? Who cares?"

"Yeah, he's in prison. Until he makes bail, which he will. Plus, he's still got guys on the outside."

"And you think they're coming for me?"

Yoongi pursed his lips, turning this new found situation over in his mind. He could definitely hold his own.. but he knew how many guys Jaehyun had..... and he knew they weren't going to fight fair.

"We're putting you in witness protection." Detective Kim said far too nonchalantly.

"Excuse me? You can't just toss me somewhere else." Yoongi protested. "I'm pretty sure I have some say in this."

"You don't actually. It was apart of the deal you signed. Written in to help you, actually.. you're welcome."

Detective Kim heads for the door, pulling out his phone to let his captain know everything is in order.

"You leave in the morning."

Yoongi stared at the closed door for a minute... or two.. or five.

This was crazy. Insane. Ludicrous even.

Just like that, with hardly any warning, he was going to be carted off to god knows where?

He really should start reading contracts more carefully.

Yoongi couldn't sleep. At first it was because he was angry, but as the hours went on he finally accepted his fate. Now he couldn't sleep because he didn't know where the fuck he was being shipped off to.

As the sun rose through his living room window, his phone dinged with a text from an unknown number.

I’m picking you up at 7. You’re allowed to bring personal items but nothing too crazy. NO WEAPONS!!! -Detective Kim

Yoongi scrunched his nose up. This man might truly be the bane of his existence. Begrudgingly, he got up and started packing a bag.

He didn't really have.. personal items. Not the kind that Detective Kim was talking about anyway. So, he stuffed a duffle bag full of clothes and, disobediently, tucked a gun into the waist band of his pants. Just as he went to plop back down onto the couch, there was another knock on the door.

His door had never seen this much action. He was tired of the sound.

Walking over, he opened it to see Detective Kim holding two cups of coffee.

"Detective..." Yoongi started, smiling sweetly and grabbing the coffee before it was even offered to him. "I knew you had a sweet spot for me."

Detective Kim stared blankly at him. "Let's go." He said simply, watching as Yoongi went and grabbed his duffle bag. "That's it?" He asked, eyeing the bag.

"Not all of us are sentimental." Yoongi shrugged, walking out of the apartment. But, before he closed the door he froze. "Wait.."

Yoongi darted back into the apartment, stopping in front of his dresser he started rummaging. Opening every drawer, he dug through fake passports and IDs, stopping to wonder if he should bring the money he had for different countries. Finally, he found what he was looking for in the bottom drawer. He pulled the worn, long untouched blanket from the corner of the drawer. It had been a very long time since he had looked at this.. held it in his hands. He ran his thumbs along the blue and white knitted fabric, considering putting it right back in the drawer.

He shoved it into his bag and walked back out the door.

"You ready?" Detective Kim asked when he returned, earning nothing but a nod from Yoongi.

They made their way downstairs and out of the building. As they walked out of the front door of the building Yoongi was greeted with a shocking sight, a regular ole' black car.

"What? You're not going to lock me in the back seat of a cop car this time?"

"Yeah that's a little suspicious considering people are trying to kill you." Detective Kim retorted.

Yoongi thought that maybe, if circumstances were different.. if they were different people, he could be friends with Detective Kim. Despite his painfully annoying personality and affinity for the law, he was pretty damn funny. Yoongi never had anyone to banter with. No matter how hilarious you are, you just can't banter with yourself.

"Listen, I'm not going to search you. But I'm trusting you.. no bullshit. No weapons, no drugs.. before you get in the car let me know."

"I'm clean." Yoongi lied, opening the passengers door when Detective Kim nodded.

"Hey wait, do I look like I'm on drugs?!" He questioned, half insulted.

"There are drugs that don't look like you're on them!" Detective Kim argued, starting the car.

"Nah. You can always tell.. just gotta know what to look for. You're not a very good cop, huh?"

"Sorry, I'm not an expert in drug addicts." Detective Kim glared, speeding down the street.

They had been driving for two hours when Yoongi finally gave in.

"Where the fuck are we going, dude?" He huffed, furrowing his brows at the detective.

"Busan."

"Busan?! You're going to drive me all the way to Busan? I don't want to go to Busan!" Yoongi groaned, letting his head fall back against the seat.

"One.' Detective Kim started, holding up his index finger. 'That's my job. We don't trust you enough to throw you on a train."

Yoongi resented that.

"Two.' He added his middle finger. 'It doesn't matter where you want to go."

Yoongi pursed his lips, glaring out the front window at road.

"Plus..' He began again, trailing off. If Yoongi wasn't mistaken, the detective was nervous. 'It gives me time to fill you in on everything."

"Fill me in on what? Do I have to get a whole new identity?"

"No, not exactly. You're not still.. Suga, or whatever..' The detective said the alias with a tone dripping in condescension and, frankly, annoyance. ' But, you're still Min Yoongi if that's who you want to be. You just can’t mention anything about your.. past life." He trailed off before looking at him quickly. "If you want to be someone else let me know soon.. that's a lot of paperwork."

Yoongi shook his head, grinning. "Nah. Nothing better than being Min Yoongi."

Detective Kim rolled his eyes, relaxing into his seat. "Anyway.. What I need to fill you in on. You're going to be living with someone else."

Yoongi's head shot towards him, his eyes wide. "What?! Why?! That doesn't even make sense."

"He's a witness too so this makes a solid story."

"What solid story? Roommates is not a solid story." He was suspicious.

"Yeah.. about that. 'Roommates'" Detective Kim chuckled. "You're going to be married."

Yoongi was silent, staring at the other man with wide eyes. Trying to find something to say. Or maybe considering jumping out of the door.

"Not legally of course. That's just the story."

"This..... is the most insane thing I've ever done.. and we met because I was trafficking drugs so that's saying something." Yoongi mumbled, sitting back in his seat. He heard a low chuckle come from Detective Kim.

"Would you consider me pointing a gun at you and arresting you as 'meeting' me?"

Maybe he was right.. maybe getting arrested for a gang related felony didn't classify as a meeting. Yooongi rolled his eyes anyway. He stayed silent for a good half hour, staring out the window as they drove further away from the city he was so accustomed to.. and honestly, loved.

"What did he witness anyway?" He asked suddenly, turning to look at the detective.

"A murder."

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tenseoyong · 4 years ago

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Hi! Do you have a list of things you're working on? I don't want to request something that's already been requested!

ah don’t worry about requesting something someone else already has~i just combine/answer only one so there’s no problem :)

but here’s my current “to do” list:

nct + feeding/caring for their partner

nct + you get overwhelmed with emotions/cry during sex

yuta + spooning but he gets turned on

yukhei + first times

yukhei + size kink

tyong + lazy sex during rainy days

random jungwoo smut blurb

inexperienced!nct + asking you to teach them

jaehyun + first time

haechan + lip balm flavor game

nct + their crush has a wet dream about them

nct + dumbification (?)

fluffy stuff w/ taro, jeno, mark + haechan

bf!johnny meets the parents

kun + pampering/praise kink

tyong + that fur coat(tm) photoshoot blowjob

tyong + surprising him in a cute outfit but acting rlly slutty

taro + dance practice smut

softdom!yuta + shy/virgin s/o--the extended version

wayv + deaf/hard of hearing s/o

nct + having a crush on a members sister

tyong + spit kink--the extended version

yandere tyong fic (personal project, not request)

127 + window sex

hard dom!johnny--extended version

tyong + facetime strip tease

tyong + touchy feely/skirt/panties kink

agent!tyong + gun kink

tyong + shower blowjob/sex

professor!tyong + classroom sex

127 + body worship/praise kink--the extended version

soft fluffy smut + jeno

taeil + water/pool smut

nct + shy s/o taking pictures

best friend yangyang + smut

nct + we got married (personal project not request)

rewrite: two sides of the same coin (personal project not request)

hybrid nct (personal project not request)

kun + first times

johnny + jaehyun + father to be

vampire!(unknown member) (personal project not request)

tyong + oppa kink--the extended version

jeno + first times

yuta + first time (not virgin, just first time in the relationship)

fluffy + teasing yukhei relationship

dom! mob boss/mafia ten smut

xiaojun + smut

jungwoo + taeil threesome

ps: will be done in no particular order so this isn’t a in order that they will be posted

#answered;#anonymous;

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lombredanslaeu · 4 years ago

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justice is blind | j.jaehyun

▸ mafia! jaehyun x lawyer! reader

▸ summary y/n and jaehyun are two different chemicals. one works for the law and one works disrupting the law; but somehow, the two found solace and unconditional love from each other. however, the path that leads to their forever took a rocky turn when y/n was assigned to defend a former lover. word count 3754

▸ angst, fluff | WARNINGS: smut, domestic abuse (if you are not comfortable with this, please refrain from reading)

this isn’t proofread so pls excuse any mistakes <3

You beamed at the man in front of you. The dim lights of the expensive restaurant added a dramatic effect to the already romantic night. He held your hand before pressing a soft kiss at the back of it. The deep red wine in front of you replicated the burning love that you have for him.

The man you have been loving for exactly 4 years today, was none other than Jung Jaehyun - a prominent mob boss in the whole South Korea. Although Jaehyun did not have the supreme power as the overall leader, Lee Taeyong, he did have tremendous control over a huge portion of the mafia. One is left to wonder: how in the hell did a lawyer fall in love with a mafia boss?

The answer goes way back to your first year as an attorney. A person’s first paycheck is something worth celebrating. Shots after shots of fiery liquid and you found yourself on the lap of a man gifted by the gods.

That night, Jaehyun swore that no one deserves to touch you aside from him. And thus started a journey full of romance, adventure, and loyalty.

“Y/N,” Your fellow lawyer, Kun, stood beside your desk. You looked up and offered him a questioning smile.

“What’s up?” You asked. He took a deep breathe before answering.

“I really hate to do this to you but,” He landed a folder at your desk. You glanced at it and furrowed your brows. It was normal for lawyers to hand over clients before they could start the case. Kun was one of your closest friends and it was not new to the both of you to exchange cases. His seemingly reluctant demeanor today made you wonder why he seems hesitant to give you his case. “I’m working on a huge case with Jennie and I need to focus on it.”

“That’s not a problem, Kun.” You assured him. “Why do you seem nervous giving me this case?”

A part of your mind told you that there’s a possibility that the case would be about Jaehyun. However, the NCT mafia is in deep connections with the feds. If anyone would to stir up trouble with NCT, the mafia would not hesitate to use it’s overwhelming power. That’s how powerful your boyfriend’s mafia is, they are above the law. Now the possibility of it being about Jaehyun or NCT is out, you still wondered what the hell is this case about.

“It’s about Kim Mingyu.” Your breathing hitched at the mention of the name. That’s a name you haven’t heard in forever; the name of your ex. You immediately opened the folder and Kun took it as a signal to give you the details. “Mingyu called the police on the night of the 16th. By the time the police got there, they found Mingyu laying unconscious on the floor with several bruises all over his body. After he regained consciousness, he claimed that his wife beat him to a pulp. Apparently, it’s a domestic abuse case. That wasn’t the first time she beat him.”

A tidal wave of sadness washed over you. You and Mingyu ended before you took the licensure exam to become a lawyer. The break up wasn’t messy, it was just because both of you wanted different things in your life. For a year that you dated Mingyu, he never had the nerve to hit you or even break something in front of you. He was a good guy and although things were left in a bitter tone between you two, you found yourself sympathizing with him.

“I’ll take it.” You announced. “Do you have the name of his wife?”

“Kim Jiwoo.”

You craned your aching neck as soon as you entered you and Jaehyun’s shared home. Jaehyun followed behind you after parking the car on the garage. With his colossal wealth, it wasn’ t difficult for him to find a home that exceeded your expectations. You earned quite a sum of money yourself but Jaehyun almost always insisted on paying for everything.

You slumped over the couch. Jaehyun’s fingers kneaded the tense muscles of your shoulders which made you hum at the sensation.

“How was work today?” He said in a low voice.

“Nothing unusual.” You replied. “How about yours? Did Johnny finally forgive you for missing his art exhibit?”

“All it took was a free lunch from me.” You two chuckled.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself at home in his lap with his hands roaming through the skin that your clothing exposed. Your fingers tangled themselves through his thick hair. The way his lips captured yours was something you never got used to. Through 4 years, he always seemed to surprise you every time you fucked.

“Are we really doing this on the couch?” You breathed as you fumbled over the buttons of his shirt.

“It’s been a while since we did it here.” He replied. One of his hands found the back of your head and with a slight push, his lips found yours again.

You grind your clothed core over his, in attempt to create friction for relief. He moaned to the kiss, signaling you to push deeper and faster. He flipped you on your back and towered over your small body. Jaehyun loved control and nothing turns him on better than the sight of you under him. Normally, Jaehyun would be one to enjoy foreplay. But tonight, he wasted no time exposing your core by hastily removing your panties from your body. His cock sprung from his pants and boxers. You gasped as you felt him stretching you wide.

“Oh my god,” He moaned. His eyes were closed shut as he pushed everything of him into you.

“Jae-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt him filling you to the brim. Your hands found their way to his toned chest.

Each time Jaehyun thrust himself into you, you swore you could taste heaven. It wasn’t long before your legs were trembling and his pace got sloppy. You felt yourself clench around his cock as you ride your orgasm. Jaehyun looked at the view of his cock being swallowed by your tight pussy. The moment he felt your walls tighten around him, he lost himself. You screamed at the sensation of his cum painting every inch of your pussy.

As the two of you laid on the couch to catch your breathe, you nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck.

“I’m always in love with you, Y/N.” He spoke in a whisper. His fingers massaging your scalp.

“I’m in love with you too, Jae.” You replied, preparing yourself for a good night’s rest before focusing on your new case.

The lights of the office was dim but you saw it as clear as day. The clotted cuts and purple bruises that sprawled across Mingyu’s once cheerful and bright face. It was no question that you would find everything to make his wife pay. The ache that you felt in your heart wasn’t because you still romantically love him. The pain you felt was because of the fact that someone was so heartless to abuse their husband. The fact that Mingyu was once an important figure in your life added fuel to the fire in you. You had no mercy for abusers and you would cross anyone just to win this case.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I should be the one asking you that, Mingyu.” You spoke calmly.

“You don’t need to ask me to know how I am, Y/N.” He replied with a sorrow smile. “Really, how are you?”

“I’m fine.” You replied.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said before looking down at his fingers.

“Like what?” You asked carefully.

“Like I’m some kind of un-fixable set of bones.” He sighed. “My cuts and bruises will heal. Looks of pity is the last thing I need right now.”

You sighed and straightened your back. You looked over the pictures inside the file folder. “Where does it usually happen?”

“It’s almost always in the living room.” He responded. You saw how hard it was for him to reminisce the past months of his life. “But, sometimes in the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom. Everywhere really.”

“How often does it happen?”

“At first, it only happens whenever we have a huge fight. It wasn’t often before. But, her family cut her off. She wasn’t the same ever since. I thought it was because she was frustrated and hurt. So I let her take it on me. I wanted to be a loyal husband and I love her enough to let her hurt me.”

Mingyu wiped a tear from his face. You didn’t realize the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“You don’t have to continue if you’re not yet ready.” You remind him.

He shook his head as tears continued to fall from his eyes. “Last March, I had cameras set up around the house because there was a burglary in the neighborhood. She doesn’t know I had those set up; I never had the chance to tell her. You can see everything there.”

You sighed as you entered Jaehyun’s car. It was the end of the week and the past few day’s revelation made you extra weary. You kissed his cheek before settling in the passenger’s seat.

“Where do you want to eat dinner?” Jaehyun asked you.

“There’s this new sushi place that Kun said was good. Do you want to try it out?” You suggested.

He nodded in response before setting the car’s GPS.

“I’m leaving for a few days.” Jaehyun started. “Me and Johnny were asked to do the evaluation for the Chinese unit.”

“Oh.” Your demeanor fell. You hated when Jaehyun leaves for a period of time. Not only do you miss him, but you fear whatever harm might come his way. You felt his hand squeeze yours.

“I’ll be fine, baby.” He softly said. “Doyoung will keep you company and secured while I’m away.”

“Be safe always, okay?”

“Always.”

The situation is this: Doyoung’s jaw is threatening to reach the ground when he saw the whiteboard in your home office and you were trying your best not to let him panic. You took the opportunity to bring the paperwork home since Jaehyun was away. Jaehyun never minded any case you worked on before but the fact that this particular case involves Mingyu made you hide it from him.

“D-does Jae-jaehyun know?” Doyoung stuttered. He knew how heated Jaehyun gets when it comes to you. Jaehyun was good at keeping emotions at bay; all except for jealousy.

“No, Doyoung, he does not.” You replied sternly.

“Why?”

“Do I need to tell you why?” You rebutted.

“Why did you take this case, anyway? Aren’t there 6 others lawyers in your office?” Doyoung interrogated you.

You sighed before responding. “Everyone else was booked except for me.”

“You do know that Jaehyun will go batshit crazy if he finds out about this?” He stated the obvious.

“Of course, I know.” You felt your eyes drop on the laptop in front of you. You were yet to review the security tapes from Mingyu’s home. “And I’m counting on you to not snitch on me.”

“Of course I won’t sni-” Doyoung’s eyes fell on the suspect’s picture that was taped to the whiteboard. “Y/N? Why is Jiwoo in this case?”

“You know Jiwoo?” You stood up to walk near him.

“You don’t know Jiwoo?” You rolled your eyes at his retort.

“How am I supposed to know my ex-boyfriend’s wife? We haven’t spoke in almost 6 years.”

Doyoung faced you, the playful aura that he usually sports was not evident on his face.

“Y/N, that’s your boyfriend’s sister.”

One of the reasons why Jaehyun was dedicated to NCT is because it became his new family. After cutting him out of their lives, Jaehyun was forced to go to extreme measures to stay alive. Ever since NCT was established, he never spoke to his family and he never spoke about them. You understood him. It wasn’t your position to dictate how he should feel about his family. You never met anyone except for his mother - whom you only met twice. Remnants of how his family looks like never existed in the home you both share. You accept that. When you first started to love Jaehyun, you accepted all that he is and was. So, was it your fault that you didn’t know Jiwoo was Jaehyun’s sister?

You rubbed your hands on your face. Your eyes were dry from reviewing the security tapes over and over again. You made sure the opponent doesn’t find any loophole. The trial was tomorrow. You wished that time would go fast. Your reverie was interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

“Hello?” You greeted the person on the line.

“When were you going to tell me?” Jaehyun’s voice was cold. You swallowed a lump that formed in your throat. This tone of his never meant anything that you enjoy.

“What are you talking about?” You tried to keep your voice was breaking. You knew exactly what he was talking about.

“That you’re about to send my sister to prison.” He responded. Your heart pumped fast.

“Who told you that?”

“Jiwoo.”

It boggled you why he was bothered by the fact that you’re fighting against Jiwoo. He never cared about his family. He never once spoke about them to you. You never saw him meet with anyone.

“Oh and also the fact that you’re defending Mingyu? I thought we promised no secrets from each other?”

You sighed for nth time today. You were too tired to fight. “Jaehyun, baby, can we talk about this when you’re home?”

“I’ll be home in a few hours.” He announced before cutting the line.

You tried to distract yourself from the anxiety that was boiling inside of you. It has been an hour before your call with Jaehyun ended. You decided to lay down on the small couch in your home office. You looked at the night sky that your window provided. You and Jaehyun promised that work wouldn’t get in between your personal life. And for the longest time, you two were good at that. Your jobs never interfered between you two - except for the times you feared for his life. You wanted so bad for Jaehyun to understand the situation. You closed your eyes with that wish in your mind.

Your sleep was interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. You sat up and fixed yourself. You had no idea what this night has to offer but you swore to stick to your principles. You spotted Jaehyun pacing in the living room.

“Jae.” You spoke quietly. It would be dishonest to say that you weren’t scared of angry Jaehyun. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you but his voice can shake this walls of the home.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked immediately.

“Because you wouldn’t want me to pursue it.” You honestly replied.

“That’s my sister you’re going after, Y/N.“

“How was I supposed to know, Jaehyun? You never tell me about your family. If you resent them so much, why do you care if you’re sister might go to prison?”

“She’s still my sister. Even if I resent her, we’re still cut from the same cloth. Do you know how hard it was for me to hear her crying because my girlfriend is doing her best to send her to prison?”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Oh my god, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun waited for you to continue what you have to say. His hair was disheveled from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it.

“Your sister abused a person.” You stated. “I don’t care if it was anyone. I didn’t take the case because of Mingyu. I took the case because of what Jiwoo did. This is my job, Jaehyun. And if you can’t accept that this is a part of what I do, then do you even accept me at all?”

You didn’t wait for him to respond. You wiped the tears that fell on your cheeks as you ascend the stairs.

“The jury finds the defendant guilty. Kim Jiwoo, you are sentenced to 20 years in prison. Court is adjourned.”

You exhaled a relief as the judge banged the gavel. A month’s worth of stress was finally off your shoulders. Even if things with Jaehyun was still under construction, you felt happy. You were happy that you stood by what your principles and let an abuser get what they deserve. You faced a teary-eyed Mingyu and offered him a tight hug.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His voice was shaking.

“You’re always welcome, Mingyu.” You replied. You release from the hug and chuckled as he hastily wiped his tears.

“I’m sorry that this affected you and Jaehyun.” He said.

“Hey, don’t apologize. I’m a lawyer, this is my job.” You assured him.

You felt a pounding on your head and all you wanted to do was rest. You spotted Doyoung on the hallways.

“Great job, Y/N. I’m always in awe of you.” Doyoung complimented.

“Thanks, Doyoung.” You responded as he offered to open the passenger seat’s door for you.

The ride from the courthouse to your home wasn’t long. You wished it was though as you were not ready to face Jaehyun yet. You thanked Doyoung as you exit his car and entered the front door. Based on the silence of the house, you concluded that Jaehyun wasn’t home. You stratched your body as you made your way to your shared bedroom. You laid on the bed and snuggled to his side of the bed. The smell is a mix of his favorite detergent and body wash. You sighed as you caressed his pillow. It’s been almost two weeks since you slept in the same bed. He was away for work and you were looking forward to snuggling him after sleeping alone for days. But instead, your case kept the two of you apart. You closed your eyes as you let sleep take you.

You stirred sleepily as you felt a warm hand rub the skin of your bad. You forced yourself to open your eyes. The blurry figure of Jaehyun entered your vision. You sat up on the bed as you realized that Jaehyun was already home.

“Hey.” He said softly.

“Hi.” You responded.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He started. His eyes dropped to thick blankets that sprawled all over your legs. “I was too caught up with the fact that you kept it away from me. I was also caught up by the fact that my sister did that to Mingyu. It’s just that I’ve always seen her as the opposite of me - not doing illegal shit and actually building a good life for herself. So, when I heard what she did, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.”

You held his hand with yours. He took it as a signal to continue. “There wasn’t any excuse for what she did. And you did the right thing by letting her get what she deserves. I realized that if that were to happen to you, I would also go beyond anyone to serve you justice. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

You smiled at his statements. One thing that you love about Jaehyun is that he has such a sweet, understanding side. He never shows this side to anyone except you. You pressed a long kiss to his cheek as you hear him sniffle a bit.

“It’s okay, Jaehyun.” You assured him.

“If that happened to you, Y/N-” He continued, with his eyes watering. “I don’t care if you’re my ex or anything, I’d do anything.”

“I’m not gonna be your ex, though.” You replied. You held his face between your palms and pressed a kiss on his lips. His lips that you longed so much to taste for the past few days.

“I’m not letting you be.”

Fin.

a/n: i hope u enjoyed this! im not very confident with the plot so please tell me what u think. also i know the smut part is cringey but i hope u liked it nonetheless. i also realized that this isn’t very mafia-y??? like theres not much mafia action?? i’ll do better next time <3

#jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun au #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #nct jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #jung yoonoh #nct scenarios

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what-if-nct · 2 years ago

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Yuta: Jaehyun do you know how dangerous it is to go downtown to buy cocaine?

Doyoung: What?

Yuta: It's much safer to buy it at home from me.

Doyoung: What the hell goes on around here?

Taeyong: I need you to stop acting like we're not all up to illegal things. Johnny sells tropical fish on the brink of extinction. Taeil has connections to a mob family, Chenle might be a mob boss, Haechan has killed someone and Yuta is Yuta. And I'm an enabler of their criminal activities. I also do Hallucinogenics. *taps Doyoung's cheek* Keep up.

#yuta #nakamoto yuta #doyoung #kim doyoung #lee taeyong #taeyong #nct #nct incorrct texts #nct incorrect texts #nct incorrect quotes #nct 127

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jaesqueso · 3 years ago

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wip tag~

tagged by: @afishcalledfatin and @raibebe ❤

tagging: @taemin-jaemin, @yeonnmin and @cosmiclatte28

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

a/n: I have done this before but it was too long ago so this is a way to update you guys on my wips too, also some of them don’t have titles yet cause I suck at that but I tell you the pairing

Death Note - nct 127

Ride or Die - childhood friend!yuta

Happy Place - tour guide!shotaro (shame on me for not working on this for months T_T)

Untitled - ex-boyfriend!Jaehyun

SMUT

I’ll make love to you - boyfriend!taeyong (this will be a bday gift to myself)

Challenge accepted - frat!jaehyun & yuta & reader

Untitled - bestfriend!winwin x cam girl!reader

Untitled - frat!xiaojun & hendery & reader

Collabs

Secret Garden - ceo!doyoung x barista!reader (lights! camera! action! collab)

Feline Instinct - cat lover!ten x werecat!reader (Neo CreaTures collab)

IT guy - office worker!taeil x office worker!reader (Love on the workfield collab)

Just tattoo of us - summer crush!mark x rich kid!reader (Resonance Beach collab)

Harder than you know - ex-boyfriend!Lucas (Red collab)

Trouble - winwin (The music shop collab)

Do you no wrong - best friend!johnny (Strawberries & Cigarettes collab)

Untitled - mob boss!xiaojun x mob soldier!reader (Burn the stage collab)

Untitled - doctor!mark x patient!reader (Neo Future collab)

Untitled - ceo!doyoung x single parent!reader (Kurama collab)

#wips #there's a lot going on #there's a few more ideas but I didn't include them as I'm not sure what I'll do with them yet

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fresh-outta-jams · 4 years ago

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Cat & Mouse

Mark Lee x Reader

Author: Admin MoRo

Summary: Being the youngest mob boss in the history of Underground Seoul is rough but your inner circle, the “Dreamies”, makes life easier... except there’s this one “Dreamie” who gives you goosebumps and makes you feel like you’re in a complex game of cat and mouse. Is he hiding something or are you just being paranoid?

Note: Hey y’all I’m back from the dead... kinda. One night I got some inspiration and this happened! Enjoy!

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3k

THUD

The man's lifeless body fell at your feet, the gun still smoking as his lifeblood slowly drained out from the hole in the back of his head. You sighed and brushed the hair out of your face.

"Ugh now I need to replace him." You complained to your right-hand man, Zhong Chenle. He nodded and clicked his tongue at the two thugs behind him. They lumbered up and dragged away the body of your ex-member, blood smearing across the ground.

"Aish...so annoying." You rubbed your temple with the barrel of the gun. "That's the second one this month. Am I losing my touch?" You threw a look at Chenle. He shook his head and came up to your side. "Noona." He whispered. "I think there may be a rat."

Your childhood best friend always knew exactly what to say to you. Which is one reason why he was your right hand man. Other than the fact that you trust him with your life, which in your line of business, that type of trust doesn't come by easily. Man was also a hell of a sniper.

"Can you call Mark in here now? I need him to find me another man. Oh! And don't let him or anyone else in Neo Zone know what you think. Between you and I and the other 5 Dreamies only." You asked of Chenle. He nodded and zipped his lips with a small smile.

You smiled softly back at him as he left the dark damp basement. Once he was gone, you sighed loudly and squatted down with your hands on your knees, tired.

Putting your gun next to you, you hold your head in your hands and close your eyes. The death scene that happened a few minutes ago played behind your eyelids in vivid detail. No matter how many times you did it, it never got any easier.

You didn't get much time to rest before there was a knock on the door. You bolted upright, waiting expectantly.

First rule: Never show weakness to anyone. Especially to Mark.

Said man stepped into the dim light and looked at you. "You called, Boss?"

The light from upstairs created a glow around him showing off his presence. It was intimidating. Or would be to anyone else if you weren't the youngest mob boss in Underground Seoul history. He was yours to control.

Yet every time you saw him you did have to admit he would make an amazing mob boss. He just had this thing about him.

"I need another soldier. I had an issue with the last one and he needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, he will no longer be able to fulfill his job. It shouldn't be too hard, I know we have many new members waiting to get placed." You explained while bending down to pick up your forgotten gun. Without changing his facial expression, Mark nodded, "I understand. I'll get on that right away. Anything else, Boss?"

"That is all." You waved him away and walked past him, out of the dark basement and away from the suffocating metallic smell of iron that hung in the air.

Finally out in the light, you tried to will your goosebumps down after passing by the man. Ever since he joined your gang, you had a weird feeling about him. There was something you couldn't place your finger on.

You knew you had to keep a close eye on him, so after he joined, he was quickly promoted to the third in charge, despite the many complaints from some of the other members in your gang.

You couldn't explain yet. No, there was still more you needed to figure out.

It felt like a complicated game of cat and mouse you were playing.

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You walked into the kitchen, still trying to get the day’s previous scene out of your head. In the kitchen, Jaemin was preparing dinner. He noticed your presence without even turning around from the dish in front of him. “Ah Emmo, are you hungry?” He was making tteokbokki and kalbi.

You walked over and peaked over his shoulder. “Ohhh it smells good Jaemin.” He gave you a little side smile and continued cooking. “Oh Emmo can you call the others to dinner?” You nodded and went out of the kitchen to track the other boys down.

You had a large gang, Neo Zone, but only the “Dreamies” as they were called, lived with you. The “Dreamies” were your closest confidants in the gang. No one knew where the name Dreamies came from but it stuck. Those 7 boys proved their loyalty to you time and time again, other than Mark, but he was a special case.

Jaemin was one of the younger Dreamies but he was special to you in a different way than the rest of them. He was family but by actual blood. Jaemin was your nephew by your sister and her husband Jaehyun. When you took over the “family business” from your mom, who was the first female mob boss in Seoul’s Underground history, your sister wanted no part of it despite her strong exterior. As much as his mom disliked it, Jaemin was a mobster through and through so when he came of age, he moved in with you, his aunt. He had a special talent of being able to charm anyone and anything with his silver tongue which helped during negotiations and other matters.

The “family business” was a legit business just slightly illegal. Your Neo Zone gang served as protection, especially to those who could pay the price. On the outside, they were a bodyguard service but further on the inside it got a bit more illegal with assassinations, hits, and spying to name a few services.

The first Dreamie you found other than Jaemin was Chenle, who was cleaning his sniper rifle with such care, you’d think it was a living thing.

Chenle was your best friend from childhood. He always had a fixation with guns since he was little so your mom honed that into the person he was today, one of the deadliest snipers and hitmen in the Underground scene.

“Yah, Chenle. Jaemin says dinner is almost ready.” You watched him put the gun down with such care and sprung up from the couch. “Is it my turn to set the table?” He asked while heading towards the kitchen. “I think so. You and Jisung. I’ll go find him, you start setting up." You offered as he waved a hand above his shoulder in a thank you. Next Dreamie to find was Jisung, the baby of the 7.

Jisung came into your life in an unexpected way. A few years ago, your gang was cleaning up a botched assassination when Jisung stumbled upon them. Normally, they never kept survivors because a dead man tell no tales but they didn’t hurt kids.

So Jisung, the unwitting child he was, was brought back with them because he had seen too much. As it turned out, Jisung was an orphan and he took to the mob lifestyle pretty quickly. Since he was still young, your mom, homeschooled him so he could get a good education. When he wasn’t in class, he was out with the other members of the gang training and practicing. He was still too young to take out on some missions so he stayed home training.

You, however, found him in his room finishing up his homework. “Jisung it’s dinnertime. Also it’s yours and Chenle’s turn to set the table.” Jisung looked up at you from his homework with his cute puppy dog smile. “Okay Noona, I will when I’m finished with this problem.” You smiled back at him and ruffled his hair like a proud older sister. He smiled as he continued his work. With 3 Dreamies found, that left 4 more.

You continued through the house, searching for the other 4. You found 3 of the 4 in the living room. Renjun was drawing on his tablet, while Haechan and Jeno were yelling at each other while playing a video game. You leaned in the doorway, watching the chaos ensue in front of you.

Haechan was getting increasingly louder as Jeno was beating him in the game. “Yah. YAH! YAHHHH!! QUIT KILLING ME!” Haechan screeched as Jeno laughed maniacally. Renjun looked up at them from his tablet screen and then noticed your presence. “Hi Noona, is it dinnertime?” He asked in his soft voice. You nodded. “Jaemin made tteokbokki and kalbi.”

He smiled and put his tablet down on the coffee table. Renjun then stood up and walked over to the 2 screaming boys. Reeling back both hands, he swatted them on the back of the head. “Yah! It’s dinnertime!”

Haechan and Jeno dropped their controllers and clutched the back of their heads. “OWW HYUNG!” They both cried out. Renjun just smirked and walked silently out of the living room.

Renjun was a different type of special in the group, the one you didn’t want to get angry. You liked to call him the “shadow” of your gang. He had this ability to go unnoticed in a crowded room and melt into the shadows. As he aged, he got increasingly more stealthy and silent to the point you couldn’t hear him until it was too late. This skill made him incredibly useful in their recon missions and assassinations when Chenle’s sniper skills weren’t needed.

Jeno was the muscle of the Dreamies and used it to his advantage whenever he could. Haechan was the distracter of the group. When bait for a trap was needed, he was their man. You liked to compare Haechan to a snake. You could never get your hands on him since he was too slippery to catch. Man was also clever as hell, able to get out of any situation.

The two boys passed by you, still holding their heads. They acknowledged you with a small smile and continued to bicker down the hallway as to who actually won the video game. You sighed and chuckled at their antics. Now there was only one Dreamie left. Mark. The only one you couldn’t figure out and who gave you goosebumps.

You trusted the other 6 boys with your life since they were all family, blood or otherwise, but Mark was the odd one out. He got along well with everyone and the other Dreamies but you had an odd feeling about him. It was almost like he and you were fire and ice. You could never tell what he was thinking, his eyes were hard to read.

You continued to wander the hallways until you heard a sound. It was coming from the training room. You opened up the door to the training room and there was Mark. He was boxing at one of the bags they had installed. You stood there for a minute watching him. He was a handsome individual with an average-looking physique that was actually quite powerful and nimble. Mark was the all- around talent in their group, doing a little bit of everything. No one really knew where he came from, he just showed up one day.

You took a step into the training room, distracting Mark. He glared up at you from underneath the bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead. His bare chest was heaving with deep breaths as sweat dripped off him. His fists were crudely wrapped in cloth to pad them. “Wha-” Mark panted, “what do you need?”

He lifted a fist and began to unravel the cloth. Turning his back to you to set the cloth down on a bench in the room, you were given a full view of his back. Mark could feel your gaze on him.

“Liking what you see Y/N?” He was the only Dreamie who wouldn’t call you Noona, (or Emmo in Jaemin’s case). He did call you Boss but only in the presence of other Neo Zone members. He liked to reserve your real name for when you two were alone. Mark knew it got under your skin because you couldn’t figure out his angle with you.

You snapped your gaze away from his shirtless torso and looked at the ground. “It’s dinnertime. Hurry up because everyone is waiting.” You then quickly turned around to leave. Mark caught your arm and pulled you towards him. “Hmm… they wouldn’t care if I was a few more minutes late.” He liked to tease you and then release you. You were trapped in a deadly game of cat and mouse. You could feel he was the downfall of you but you wasn’t sure in what sense.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away, luckily said chest was now clothed. “Dinner. Now.” You muttered, before gulping and booking it down the hall, putting as much distance between him and you as you could. Every time you were alone, electricity felt like it was running across your skin. You hated it. You were the boss not him yet as times it felt like he was controlling you.

Back in the dining room, dinner was just like every other night, loud and full of laughter. You may be a ruthless mob but you were family who loved and cared for each other. Even Mark was laughing, throwing his head back. Times like this made your heart full. Mark met your gaze over the table and gave you a quick wink before diving back into whatever tale Haechan was exaggerating. You gritted your teeth and clenched your cup a bit tighter. You would find out what was his deal even if it was the last thing you did.

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Months passed and jobs came in at a continuous stream, keeping you and your gang busy. Mark was becoming an integral part of your little set up and you couldn’t see him leaving anytime soon. After seeing this, you finally dropped your guard and approached him one day to tell him about this.

“Mark.” You grabbed his shoulder while you were leaving a mission one day. He glanced over his shoulder at you. “Hmm?” His eyebrow lifting when he saw you voluntarily touching him. Electricity shot through your hand but you ignored it.

“For the longest time I didn’t know what your deal was. I had this off feeling about you…” You took a breath to steel yourself, “but I think I can finally trust you. You’ve shown your loyalty to us and now I need to show mine to you.” You finished, your hand dropping off his shoulder as he turned toward you.

He was smirking at you. Not what you expected. “I wondered how long it would take you.” He dropped his head a bit to look down at you, eyes turning dark. “You know Y/N,” Mark lifted an eyebrow again and got close to your ear, whispering, “you really should have trusted your gut.”

Suddenly, the doors of the room you were in burst open and armed agents filed in, quickly and efficiently, blocking all the exits. As if you were electrocuted, you sprang back from Mark, hurt. “You! You were the rat!” You spat at him, eyes like daggers.

Mark tipped his head back, laughing. “You were all very easy to manipulate. You’d think the notorious youngest mob boss in Underground Seoul history would be less trusting.” He smirked again at you and walked over to an agent. The agent stood straight and saluted him. “Captain Mark.” Mark bobbed his head in acknowledgment to the man and took the walkie talkie out of his hand.

“Unit 127 to SM. I have the target cornered. Over.” He spoke into the radio. “SM to Unit 127, do you have sufficient backup? Over.” The radio chirped back at him.

Mark threw a glance over to you, catching your eye and without breaking eye contact spoke back into the radio. “Unit 127 to SM, I think you may have sent too many actually. I can handle them on my own. Over.” He took his thumb off the button and waited for a response. You watched him, seething with rage.

“SM to Unit 127, alright pulling backup. Over.” Mark nodded and handed the walkie talkie back to the man. The man yelled to the other agents. “You heard headquarters, fall back!” But before the men could move, shots were fired and all hell broke loose.

You dove behind an office desk in the room, your gun loaded and ready. The first shot sounded like it came from above. You smiled to yourself. “There’s Chenle.” He must have been watching you. That was Mark’s mistake. Did he really think you were all alone?

You peeked up and saw the other Dreamies come in searching for you, touching their ears to listen to Chenle’s instructions as to where you were. You touched your own ear piece and spoke into your wrist where the mic was. “I’m hiding behind the desk guys. But watch out for Mark, he’s the rat.” The other boys made eye contact with you and nodded once, in understandance. They then broke off, picking off agents as they cleared an exit.

You crept out from behind the desk, searching for Mark. He was yours.

You caught sight of his jacket and took off after it. He led you on a chase down a hallway into another office. Trapped, he turned around, gun pointed at you.

“I see it in you Mark.” You spoke, gun trained on the spot between his eyebrows. His face twisted in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

It was your turn to laugh. “The darkness in your eyes. The darkness each of us in this gang have. You know being in the special force isn’t enough for you. There’s too much evil in this world.” Mark’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh I know. You and your gang are the evil.” He spat out. You laughed again, moving closer to him. “No, you have it wrong. That’s where we come in. We don’t have protocols to follow or to constrain us. We get the job done. I’ve seen you on these jobs with us. You love it. The freedom you are given to fully help people. If you like it so much you should accept it.” You took a step closer.

“If I just get close enough I could disarm him.” You thought to yourself, watching him.

Mark gripped the gun harder, knuckles turning white. “I don’t want to hurt you Y/N. I mean, I did in the beginning but then as I spent more time with you and the other guys… I felt like I was family. I-i’ve never felt that with the special force…” His eyes softened and dropped to the ground, “We were treated more like weapons rather than people..” Mark’s voice got quieter and the arm holding his gun dropped some.

You moved in even closer, his gun almost touching you. “Then join us. Permanently. As a part of our family.” He picked his head up and looked at you, fully.

A shot rang out and his gun slipped from his fingers. Mark dropped to his knees but you caught him before he hit the ground, hugging him to you. The other 6 Dreamies stood in the doorway, Jeno still holding the gun used to shoot Mark.

They rushed you making sure you were okay. “I’m fine guys but we need to get Mark back to the house and patch him up.” Haechan made a face. “Why Noona, he’s the rat. We need to dispose of him like a rat.”

You shook your head, “No, I think he was being used. We’ll get more out of him once we are home.”

Back at the house, you patched Mark up and they all waited for him to regain consciousness. He groggily opened up his eyes, wincing with every breath.

“Easy, easy Mark. Jeno may look like all muscle but he’s got good aim too.” You helped him sit up and drink some water.

The other boys just glared at him, waiting for him to speak. He looked at each of them. “I-i know. I need to explain.” He groaned, coughing some. “I was originally supposed to just infiltrate your gang and gain your trust to get information to bring you down but...but,” Mark takes a shaky breath. “I got more involved than I expected…” He looked over at you, “I-i fell in love with Y/N and then all of you started to feel like my brothers...like my family. I never had a real family or real love but here...here I felt that. I was going to call off the raid today and then go AWOL but I was too late…so I just went with it...” Mark hung his head in shame.

The news came as a shock to all of you. The room was silent until Jisung was the first to speak up. “I forgive you hyung. I liked having you as a brother and I want to keep it that way.” Jisung glanced over at the other boys, trying to read their faces.

Renjun rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… you are a pretty cool hyung.” The others murmured in agreeance. Mark lifted his head and cracked a smile at them. He then turned towards you, hopeful. “Is the offer of becoming family permanently still on the table?”

You looked at your Dreamies and then back at Mark. “Yeah... it still is.” Mark gave you a wide grin, the first real smile he’s ever given you. “Thank you.”

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