#jongho is my actual husband

[cuddlyjongho]

happy birthday to my husband <3

[mimikittysblog]

The Princess

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Angst, a good chunck of fluff, a HINT of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but they’re quite sexual towards each other)

Synopsis: If ATZ were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldn’t say what you think. It isn’t the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they don’t even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you don’t come home?

Warnings: Kidnapping, major violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, Arson, MxM of course. So because of all of this please ⚠️MNDI⚠️ if I missed anything please let me know!

Word count: 5.3k words

A/N: It’s finally here!!! My goodness you guys loved that teaser 😭 I’m so grateful for all your enthusiasm! I hope this fic lives up to your expectations!! Happy reading!! Please tell me what you think! Likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!

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On one side of the outskirts of town, there is this mansion belonging to a very interesting group of people. As of this moment throughout the gargantuan mansion, the sounds of fast paced footsteps can be heard. While loud or fast paced footsteps like these weren’t necessarily uncommon.

However somehow everyone who heard them deep down knew, something was wrong.

Suddenly said footsteps came to a stop as the sound of the door to the meeting room was opened.

Then the dreaded question was asked.

“My loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?”

Silence.

Just like that it became nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.

“Is.. she not home yet?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“Well.. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone…”

“What?!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.

Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.

“It’s past her curfew. She knows she’s supposed to be home by now.”

“Forget that! She knows to always answer us. And she’s literally not answering us!” Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.

“She’s just supposed to go shopping again!” Jongho exclaims.

The rest of the men in the room were silent. Frozen in fear and contemplation of what happened to you and where could you possibly be.

Suddenly they hear the front door open.

Believing its you, they wasted no time and quickly rushed down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.

You?

Nowhere in sight.

At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands and knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.

“S-sirs! We’re sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-“

BANG

Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.

His Princess was taken.

All he needs now is her back.

Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.

He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.

“Where?”

“D-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!”

BANG

Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.

“SIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-“

BANG

Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.

Now they’ve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.

As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingi’s face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as they’ve never seen their bosses so angry.

“Clean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.”

With that they scrambled and quickly got to work.

Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.

They will find you.

And those that took you will pay.

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At another mansion on the other side of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He's currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.

This other group wasn’t really a threat. No one was. However they’ve been getting on their nerves for far too long. So they intended to just wipe them out for their own comfort. Silently, quickly and deadly. Like they always do. Furthermore it’ll maybe also send a message to other groups to not pull the same stunts.

So once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having ‘toys' around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.

After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.

No one was entirely happy with the idea. They hated the thought that San had to flaunt what was theirs and let another man touch him, possibly even kiss him.

However they knew their options to make this quick were very limited.

They all drew the line that San cannot sleep with him though. Not like San ever wanted to anyway. He would rather die before betraying his loves like that.

Thankfully San knew how to play his part well, where he was fun enough to keep around even if he had yet to sleep with the man. Plus he's too pretty of an eye candy to be let go anyway.

However he still needed to get this information quick, cause he knew he couldn't play celibate forever. The man will eventually want to force him to sleep with him.

So he needed to get out of there before that happens.

Currently San is in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys.

He's just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.

When suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.

"Sir, we've retrieved what you've asked for!"

One of the henchmen announced loudly.

San acted uninterested and nonchalant as he usually does until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.

..Princess..?

Why were you here??

How were you here???

You’re supposed to be safe at home with the rest!

“Ah yes. So this is ATZ’s precious treasure.” The man said with a shit eating grin causing the diamonds in his teeth to shine in the light.

He then got up and made his way to kneel in front of you. The man then grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

San almost lost it.

How dare his filthy hands touch his Princess?! So roughly at that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let go of me you piece of shit.” You growled at him.

“Ah ah.. is this the way you talk to the only one that can spare yo- UGH! Fucking bitch!”

Before he even finished his sentence you spat straight into his face.

In retaliation he gave you a hard slap, knocking you down.

There your eyes met San.

While to an outsider San seemed unbothered, you knew your husband. He was beyond mad. So mad that the devil himself wouldn’t dream of messing with him.

You, of course, knew of his mission. So you understood why he had to just sit there and act like he didn’t know you.

You weren’t even upset.

You missed him too much. It was such a sight to see him again.

Especially in the outfit he’s in.

So you only give him the tiniest comforting smile. Letting him know that you’re okay.

“Lock her up. ATZ will come and find her soon. They’ll make the deal to get her back. And soon I’ll be the most powerful.”

As you were being dragged away, your eyes only lingered on San.

San could only take another sip of his whiskey, with only one thought in his head.

Oh how wrong this man was.

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“What do you mean you have no leads?!?” Mingi barked at the henchmen who gave him the update. Or lack there of.

“I’m sorry sir.. we’re still look-“

CRACK

“We don’t need your useless apologies. Get out there and FIND OUR WIFE. NOW!” Mingi didn’t even let him finish before hurling a heavy desk ornament straight towards his head and yelling at him again.

Bleeding from the head but grateful it wasn’t from a bullet hole, the henchmen hurriedly staggered over to give Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung each a kiss on their rings that dawn their middle finger. Once the obligatory task of showing respect was done he left the room to continue searching for the lady of the household.

The room fell silent again as Mingi walks over to the big portrait of his husbands and you right in the middle. Smiling so wide and beautifully. He’d do anything to make sure that smile stays forever on your face and for him to always see it.

All of them would.

You’ve only been missing for less than 24 hours yet that’s longer than any of you have been apart these past few years without reason. Along with the fact that they knew you were taken forcibly, unease would be an understatement to describe what Mingi and the rest of them are feeling.

Then after a sigh, Wooyoung reached over and rung a bell that was on the desk. Which caused a maid with a tray of glasses and Wooyoung’s favorite bottle of liquor to enter.

Wooyoung took the bottle, disregarding the glasses and took a swig.

“Have we heard back from San? He needs to come home now. I already hated that he had to do this. Now with Princess gone, I need to know that he’s safe too. And I’m sure he’d also want to find her.” Wooyoung rambled, jittery due to the present status of his lovers are up in the air.

“We just sent the message to him. He’ll respond soon.” Yeosang sighed, trying to reassure him by also softly grabbing his hand. However he also then poured himself some of the liquor and took a sip.

Suddenly a rushed knock on the door was heard.

“Come in!” Mingi yelled.

“Sirs! A message from Sir San!” A different henchmen hurriedly walked in and dropped a small note on the table.

“Good. Now leave.” Wooyoung said.

The henchmen nodded, also kissing the rings on their fingers before leaving.

Yeosang then took the note. It was only two words but it caused him to jump up from his seat. He bellowed for whoever was nearby to come in.

“Get Captain! We need to leave now!!” He ordered firmly.

“What?! What did he say?!” Wooyoung asked also jumping up.

‘Causing Mingi to also step forward curiously.

Yeosang merely had to show them the note for them to understand.

‘She’s here.’

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Locked away in a small and quite frankly ugly room is currently where you are. Truth be told?

You’re just bored.

You wanted to go home.

Thats all.

You knew the second you were taken your husbands will bring upon hell on earth. So you’re just waiting for that to happen.

You’re not sure how they were able to figure out you were their wife in the first place though. Someone on your staff must’ve snitched. Well you can deal with them later.

Right now they just need to hurry and pick you up.

Ugh you bought such a pretty new dress to show off to them…

It’s probably ruined in that dingy disgusting alley by now.

Shame.

A loud thud can suddenly be heard outside of your locked door and it caused your heart to race. Soon the door unlocked to reveal the beauty that is Choi San.

“Sannie!!” You chirped excitedly.

You leaped from the bed only to be pulled back.

“Ugh! Stupid handcuff.” You grumbled. Completely forgetting it was there.

“Oh Princess!!” San said as he made his way to you in a flash, quickly uncuffing you. With a key you’re not so sure where he got it from. A knocked out guard possibly. No matter though.

As now with your arms free you can finally engulf your husband in a big hug once again.

“Oh my sweet darling! What happened?? How are you here???” He asked as he pulled away and checked every inch of you to see where you were hurt.

“I’m not sure my Sannie. One minute I was walking to the car then the next thing I knew these big oafs grabbed me and dragged me here. I’m fine though love! I promise! Minor bruises and scratches is all..” You explained and try to reassure him.

You knew it was in vain though as even a microscopic scratch on you will cause any of your husbands to go on a rampage.

The fact your old butler is now six feet under for giving you a small cut is proof enough.

“Princess.. you’re clearly hurt…” San said with a sigh. “We’re so sorry.. This should’ve never happened.” He apologized softly stroking the bruise on your cheek.

“Hush now my love. You know there’s only one way I could ever possibly be considered hurt. And that is if anything were to ever happen to my precious husbands. Only then. Will I ever consider myself harmed.” Pure love and sincerity lacing your voice.

A voice San truly does miss. It’s been weeks since he’s home. Oh how he misses it.

“Well it’s good to know the feeling is mutual darling. As seeing these bruises and scuffs on your precious skin brings me nothing but great agony and ignites a fire in me like no other.” He explained as he kisses each visible blemish and cut.

“Don’t worry Princess. The others will be here very soon alright? Just sit tight. I need to get back to work to avenge you darling.” Once finished with his reassurance that your husbands are on their way, he finally gives you a kiss you’ve been craving ever since he left the comforts of your home.

“Okay my love. Though do be quick. I’m awfully bored. Oh and by the way..” You start as you softly trail your hand down his chiseled body. “You should start dressing like this at home. I’m sure the others would also very much enjoy it!” You giggle as your hand made it to his crotch. Cupping it.

Oh you missed the little twitch it does so much.

“Ah yes, hmm your wish is forever my command Princess.” He replies with a chuckle. He then takes your hand and kisses the wedding band on your finger softly.

“I love you Princess. I’ll be back.”

“I love you too.”

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“Ah yes. Mr. Jeong. Welcome to my humble abode! I see my offer finally has caught your eye.”

Yunho doesn’t bother to reply before walking in.

“My, how rude you are. But very well. I’m sure you’re uneasy as.. something is missing.” The man then continues to taunt with a smirk.

Yunho’s face remains stoic, however his fist clenches a bit tighter.

“I have no time for your games.” Yunho simply states before letting himself into the mans office. Yunho then sits down and tells the man to do the same. “State exactly what it is you want. We’ll talk from there.”

The man lets out a scoff before sitting down across from him.

He then claps his hand which causes a very familiar man to walk in to bring in a tray of drinks.

“Thank you San.” The man says in a smirk, once again causing the diamonds in his mouth to shine.

San simply ignores him.

No longer seeing the need to act accordingly.

As San makes his way to leave, he gets stopped by a hand on his exposed abdomen.

“Excuse me. I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to touch my lovely toys.” The man warns Yunho.

Who is simply admiring his husband.

“Hmm… well, ‘your toy.’ Is quite the specimen I must say. Can’t seem to help myself.” Yunho says with a smirk towards San, running his hand up and down his body.

Oh lord how much they’ve missed each other’s touch.

With San’s back facing the man, he can’t see the smirk that San reciprocates to Yunho. Yunho lets out a soft chuckle before taking San’s hand and kissing his ring finger. That was unfortunately currently empty.

“Leave San.” The man growls.

San does. But not before softly grazing his fingers across Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“Odd.. he usually never lets anyone else touch him…” the man mumbles to himself softly. Too stupid to realize what’s going on.

“So you’ve stolen our Princess. Due to that you expect us to work with you. Is that it?” Yunho finally cuts to the chase.

“Well you’d do anything to get her back wouldn’t you?” The man replies cockily.

“Naturally.”

“Well then work with me. Then I’ll set her free. Simple!”

CRASH

“You’re a bigger idiot than we thought.”

Suddenly the sounds of bullets firing, screams and yells can be heard throughout the mansion.

The man, the coward he truly is, instinctively hides under the desk at all the noise. However that desks gets thrown off of him, revealing Yunho standing above him. Gun aimed straight to his forehead.

“Run.”

Without a second thought he books it out of the room. Only to be met with the bodies of his henchmen, maids and toys scattered about. Blood coating the walls and floors. He was frozen in shock. That is before a bullet goes flying near his head grazing his ear.

“AH!”

“I said. Run.”

The man once again runs, but also stupidly tries his luck and pulls out his own gun. Before he could even aim at Yunho, his gun was shot out of his hand.

“The more you try to survive. The less likely it’ll be the case. So when my husband tells you to run. You run.” Jongho simply states standing in the living room. Surrounded by dead bodies, shattered chandeliers, ruined paintings, and mangled musical instruments.

While he was devastated at the state of his fortune he was thankfully still smart enough to value his life more. So he began to rush again.

He thought that maybe he could take the shortcut that leads to his garage through his dining room. So thats where his running legs took him as bullets were still flying everywhere. So much so that he can’t tell which came from his own men and which came from ATZ.

As he made it into the dining room he was only met with the sight of his most precious car on top of his dining table.

“Oh? Were you planning on escaping with this? Hmm. That doesn’t seem possible now does it?” Seonghwa taunts while sitting on the roof of the car.

“All this over some girl?!?!” The man roars enraged of what has become of his hard work.

Seonghwa’s expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Without another word he stands and pulls out his gun then starts shooting at the man without mercy.

The man realizes his mistake too late and gets shot in the shoulder and grazed on the thigh. However the adrenaline pumping through his veins was still enough to have him dashing out of the room.

He no longer has a plan and getting slightly dazed from the blood he’s losing, he’s just trying to get out of there. He opens the nearest door to him hoping it’ll lead to an exit.

Unfortunately for him, once again he’s met with a horrible sight and sound.

“Ah! You’ve finally come to play!” Yeosang says with a smile laced with venom.

What the man has stumbled into is his indoor tennis courtroom. Where currently Yeosang and Yunho have gathered a bunch of his henchmen, somehow tied up their upper bodies, and made them into moving targets for their tennis practice.

Many of his henchmen had succumbed to their injuries and their blood has splattered and painted the walls, floor and ceiling.

Frozen in shock due to the gruesome display, Yunho took the opportunity to serve and strike a tennis ball straight to the mans face.

“Wonderful shot my love!!” Yeosang cheers.

“Your turn handsome.”

Yeosang then wastes no time before doing the same and hitting the man right on the crotch.

“Oops wasn’t aiming for that but I’ll take it.”

“I would say you got a higher score than me.” Yunho chuckles.

This man still doesn’t give up however.

Not like the boys wanted him too anyway. They always loved a challenge and this man hasn’t even payed a fraction of his sins.

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After hearing the commotion thats happening outside your ugly holding room, you knew it only meant one thing.

Your lovely husbands are finally here to pick you up.

While the man that thought he could have his way by kidnapping you was being dealt with, the door to your room opened revealing your knights in shining armor.

Oh my! They look absolutely gorgeous in their suits.

If circumstances were any different you would’ve happily have them take you right then and there.

“My loves!!!” You screeched happily and skipped your way over to them.

“Oh Princess!!!” Wooyoung exclaimed happily as he wrapped you up in his arms.

Seonghwa and Jongho doing the same.

“Are you hurt Princess??” Seonghwa asked worriedly. “Oh my you are! Oh we’re so sorry darling…” Seonghwa didn’t even let you answer.

“My loves I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! I have you here, I’m alright. Where are the others..?” You ask with a pout.

“Oh they’re dealing with pests right now Princess don’t worry. It won’t take them too long.” Jongho says with a soft comforting smile.

“Hmm alright.. are you three taking me home?”

“Yes we are darling! Come no- goodness! what an ugly room they kept you in!! Our Princess doesn’t deserve this?!” Wooyoung then exclaims when finally taking notice of the room. Genuinely upset that you were kept in such an ugly room.

“I know right?! It’s so tacky!!” You say with an eyeroll. Seonghwa and Jongho can only chuckle at your antics.

The three of them then safely brought you outside. Where you were met with Hongjoong waiting patiently on the hood of the limousine.

Also looking immensely good. As in ‘please fuck me right now’ levels of good.

Alas.

Circumstances didn’t allow it.

“Joongie!!!” You exclaim happily as you sprint to him.

Hongjoong quickly opens his arms for you. You jump into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.

“Oh our Princess.. we were so worried. We’re so glad you’re okay!” Hongjoong sighs in relief.

“Of course I’m okay! You’re my husbands! Nothing will ever harm me!” You say with your gorgeous smile.

“You were taken sweetie.. We’re oh so sorry…”

“Oh enough with your apologies! I’m fine! I promise I’m fine! It seems like you guys constantly forget my vows! Now that hurts! You know I’m only ever hurt when you guys are!” You remind them.

“Well the bruises on your sweet body may not hurt you but they do hurt us sweetie. So that makes it hurt you!” Wooyoung explains going off your logic.

“Alright smarty pants!” You huff.

“Besides! You all bruise me constantly! Do you not?” You tease.

“Those are different love.” Seonghwa says with a knowing glance and grin. Stepping closer to you.

“You know that very well. Any bruising or scratches done to your skin that is caused by us is all because you wished for it. Done specifically for your pleasure.” Jongho says as he leans forward as well to kisses a certain spot under your jaw.

You quickly bit your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up your throat.

Once Jongho pulls away, and you’ve calmed down, you look at all of them properly and smile.

“In all seriousness I’m fine my loves. I really am. You’re here now. You saved me. Like I knew you would. What happened to me was not because of you. Someone betrayed us that I’m sure of and we can deal with that later. Now can you all just take me home?”

“Very well our sweet.” Seonghwa says with a smile as he steps forward to kiss the crown of your head.

As you were about to enter the car you noticed Hongjoong still just standing there.

“My love? Are you not coming with?” You ask.

“Not yet Princess. I need to watch over and there are things I must do. Go home with the others. We’ll be home soon.” He informs with a smile.

“Hmm very well… Don’t take too long though! Tell that to the others too! I miss my husbands!!” You grumble.

“And we miss you. No worries. Being away from you after everything that has happened aches me as much as you.”

“Hmm alright. See you soon my beloved.”

With a final flying kiss goodbye, you enter the car with the rest. You all then drive off as Hongjoong turns around and looks at the mess he intends to finish.

Back in what was once a mansion, with the help of his henchmen that are still abled bodied and loyal to him. The man that caused all of this is executing a plan of escape.

They were finally able to sneak past all of the chaos that was still happening, to the last functioning escape car they know of.

Or so they thought.

Before they could even start the car. That wouldn’t have worked anyway.

They noticed San standing in front of it.

With an expression none of them have ever seen.

“San..?” The man questions as he thought San would’ve been killed as well.

San without even thinking twice, pulls out his own gun and shoots the very last henchmen he had, dead.

Merely as second after their bodies slumped over, a fist slammed into the window of the mans side, cracking it.

“Get out.”

Laughed.

The man laughed.

Thats the only thing he can do in this situation.

Incredibly bloodied, bruised and broken.

With everything he had worked for.

Gone. In less than a 12 hours.

All because he thought he could kidnap you and get away with it.

He then finally got out and stood in front of Mingi.

Where Mingi happily grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the front of the mansion. Here he threw him down in front of the feet of his lovers that had stayed behind. Their sea of henchmen standing behind them.

Before Hongjoong even acknowledged him, he turned to San. Admiring his body that he missed as much as the others but then clicks his tongue. He grabbed the fur coat San was still wearing then asked.

“He gave you this?”

San simply nodded.

Scoffing he tugs on it more, silently telling San to take it off as he takes his own off.

“No husband of mine will wear such a cheap and ugly fur coat like this any longer.” He complains as he puts his coat on San.

Thankfully he wore the big sized one today. It fits San perfectly.

“H-husband..?”

“Yes. Husband.” Hongjoong replies still admiring San but now also running his hand up and down his body.

Now these are the touches San’s been craving for all these weeks.

“Oh which reminds me!” Yeosang exclaims before pulling out a familiar gold band.

Seeing this causes a huge smile to appear on San’s face and his eyes to light up.

As he did many years ago, Yeosang took San’s hand and slipped his wedding ring back right where it belongs. Kissing it to seal the deal.

“Hmm. Much better. Oh also! You should start dressing like this at home.” The smirk never leaving Hongjoong as he says it.

“I agree.” Mingi states.

The other lovers humming in agreement.

San could only chuckle.

“Princess said the same thing.”

“Well we must make it happen then.” Yunho said with a wide cheeky smile.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

Oh they forgot he was there-

“You really did mess with the wrong people you stupid man.” Yeosang sighs bored of the man already.

“I have a name?!”

“We clearly don’t care. And it clearly won’t matter anymore.” Mingi says with an eyeroll as he flicks open a lighter.

“So this is it? You’re gonna set me on fire?”

“Yes.” San says.

The mans eyes shot wide. Somehow not expecting the blunt answer.

“Not before you watch everything you have burn of course.” Hongjoong says as Mingi throws the lighter behind the man.

The lighter then lands in a trail of gasoline that leads to mangled furniture and fortunes that are strewn about, before leading to the actual mansion.

It doesn’t take long until everything goes up in flames.

The man watches in agony as everything. Everything. Burns. He then turns to the men and curses.

“You’ve taken everything.. literally everything. Must you really kill me too?” The man asks somehow still trying to make it out of this alive.

“I won’t bother you again… I’ll just vanish. Live a quiet life please. You won’t gain anything from killing me. You got her back!!!” He bargains.

SMACK

“Don’t even think about mentioning her again. No. Don’t even think about her. Your mind is not worthy to have her in it.” Hongjoong says after slapping him straight across the face.

“You’re right though. We won’t gain anything from your death. We won’t even gain satisfaction.” Yunho starts.

“However. We’re merely just punishing sinners.” Yeosang continues.

“Before you even bother. No. You haven’t suffered enough. Not even close. But we could’ve done much more. So consider yourself lucky. As of now at least. As we’re sure in hell you’ll suffer even more for what you’ve done.” Mingi adds with a gleaming smirk.

“You took our Princess. Your greatest sin and stupidest mistake. So for that. You must pay the price.” San explains further.

“To put it simply. You gotta die.” Hongjoong finishes as he steps forward and grabs the mans collar.

“‘Cause you being alive is still a sin in itself. Why? Well... you’re still breathing her air.”

And with that, Hongjoong merely gives him one last shove. Making the man fall back into the flames.

His screams of suffering can be heard for miles. However due to his extensive injuries it didn’t take long for said screams to just stop. Leaving nothing but the melody of crackling fire in the air.

Once that happened, Hongjoong lazily chucked in San’s old fur coat into the flames as well. Coincidentally the coat landed perfectly on the mans, now charred, body. This action actually made Yunho chuckle.

“Oh. Like he needed that. I’m sure he’s toasty enough.” Yunho commented sarcastically.

In turn causing everyone else to also let out a laugh.

“Well. Thought he might want to descend to hell wearing what he thinks is fashion.” Hongjoong reasons with a shrug.

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As the fire burned on ATZ and their henchmen just watched. Making sure everything gets burned to the ground. Took a while but it was beautiful in a way so they didn’t mind.

Once the fire started dying down the sound of a car approaching was heard.

Odd.

They were supposed to wait at home.

The car came to a halt and then the rest of ATZ exited. As they walked up to ones who were watching, the henchmen parted straight down the middle to make way before returning to position.

The rest that just arrived now stand next to the others as they also tuned in to watch the fire.

“Weren’t you all supposed to wait at home and keep Princess company?” Yeosang asked.

“Well we were. But we all missed you too much. And you know Princess loves watching the show. Plus.. she was getting needy for all of us.” Seonghwa explains with a subtle smile.

“Aaah I see. Oh! But she shouldn’t be breathing this much smoke though!” San says worriedly.

“Relax. We made her wait in the car. She can still view it well but she won’t be in harms way.” Jongho reassures before handing San a pair of pants.

“Good. Oh? What’s this? You’re not enjoying seeing me like this like the others are Jongie?” San teases.

Jongho simply rolls his eyes and ignores him. Biting the inside of his cheek hoping no one notices his flushed cheeks. Also trying to not look down at San’s bulge.

“I think he just doesn’t want to be distracted. This is the first time we’ve seen you in weeks Sannie. We missed you very much. You and your sexy body.” Mingi says as he nudges Jongho’s shoulder.

Jongho just softly nudges Mingi back.

“Just say you miss my cock.”

“We all do.” Wooyoung chirped in with a smack to San’s ass.

A couple of hours past before the fire finally dies down and the smoke begins to clear.

Their work here is finally done.

And just ust like that the car door then opens.

Then out walks you, their Princess, wearing one of your newest most lavish and expensive dress in your favorite color. You’re also all dolled up just for them.

At the sight of you exiting the car, the sea of henchmen that were still standing behind your husbands, quickly part to make way like before. However this time, they also got down on their knees, head down, in respect.

As they should.

“What a beautiful sight! Oh my loves you outdid yourselves with this one!” You praise them giddy as if you weren’t talking about the scene of a gruesome massacre.

“An appropriate punishment for such a sinner don’t you think Princess?” Hongjoong asks as he takes your hand.

“I suppose.” You hum as you stand beside him.

“Now that you’re done, can we please leave? I’m hungry!”

“Ah! One more thing before we leave!” Hongjoong announces as he walks towards the ashes.

In said ashes, there lies the skeleton of the man that started all of this. With a wide smirk on his face, Hongjoong carefully crouches down and picks up a small but very sparkly diamond from the teeth of said skeleton.

Hongjoong, smirk not faltering even a bit, makes his way back to you and takes your hand.

“What do you think princess? Shall we customize you a new ring?” He asks showing the diamond.

“Oh my! Yes please! Oh! And check for any more jewels that are left behind in these ashes and rubble! We shouldn’t let such pretty things go to waste.”

“Of course darling.” Jongho starts before turning his attention to the men that were still on their knees before you.

“You heard her.”

“YES SIR!”

Like that they all got up, bowed to you once more before rushing to the ashes where a lavish mansion once stood. In search of anything shiny that might please you.

“Hmmm can we pleeeasee eat now?” You ask with a pout.

“Yes we can our Princess. Yes we can.” Seonghwa tells you with a smile as they all lead you back to the car.

“Can we go to my favorite place tonight?”

“Anything for our Princess.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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[seonghwaddict]

ateez's favourite petnames for you

requested by anon. genre. hc, fluff. rating. sfw. warnings. petnames (duh), some are more feminine leaning. wc. 734.

lilo's notes. i'm soso sorry this took me so long to get out T-T

masterlist.

hongjoong

darling. the thought of him using that as a pet name makes me go awooga. idk i feel like it would just sound good in his voice, yk? he can be a tease sometimes too, and i feel like this one has the potential to convey his teasing perfectly while still being cute n stuff. like, he's whispering to you, hugging you from behind in the kitchen as you prepare food or something. or he's entering the house, calling out a soft "darling, i'm home!" AHHHH.

honourable mention: love.

seonghwa

angel. PLEASEEEEE idk it just suits him so well. personally i find the thought of any demon line member using this pet name extra scrumptious, but it's something about seonghwa that just does it for me. he has a gentle and warm voice. waking up to him gently nudging your shoulder, needing to leave early in the morning but not wanting to go without telling you, a soft chuckle as you look up at him in confusion, “sleep well, angel?”

honourable mention: bun/bunny.

yunho

tiny. size difference matters quite a bit to him in a relationship, and he loves pointing it out every chance he gets. he’d say this in a more teasing context, when he’s messing around with you or trying to get you to smile—which is all the time, probably. admiring your face late at night, tangled in each other’s limbs in bed, tired but not wanting to fall asleep just yet as he brushes his fingers against your jawline, “you’re so pretty like this, tiny.”

honourable mention: princess.

yeosang

sweetie/sweetheart. he’s a simple guy, really. anything that makes you smile makes him smile. and seeing the way you grinned the first time he called you that—a simple “hey, sweetie, could you come for a second?” that had you giggling and skipping over to him happily—well, it made him never want to stop calling you sweetie or sweetheart, to say the least.

honourable mention: precious.

san

babe. he would so call his s/o babe i can literally hear it idc argue with the wall. normally i’d convulse (negative) if a man called me babe unironically, but shit he can do that all he wants. anyways. he knows you love it when he calls you any sweet pet name, but his personal favourite is this one. it’s so simple, rolls off his tongue so easily. he’d say it so easily too, calling you and saying something along the lines of, “hey, babe, have you eaten yet? i wanna try this new place i found.” YUPPP

honourable mention: my love.

mingi

doll. i’m a mingi calling you doll enthusiast until the day i die. in every fic i’ve written about his he calls mc doll at least once and that’s exactly how it should be. moving on, i just think he would really love calling you that because it elicits the cutest reaction each time; shyly averted eyes, flushed cheeks. sometimes he likes to throw in a little ‘dolly’ to switch things up a bit, to catch you off guard.

honourable mention: (my) pretty/sweet girl.

wooyoung

babydoll. biggest tease of the century, he definitely has a whole arsenal of cheesy pet names to call you when he wants to be particularly annoying (e.g. “aw what are you pouting for, snookums?” “you’re the best, cupcake!” “my my, you are the apple of my eye,” etc.). but on the rare occasions where he’s not playing around, he likes any variation of baby, particularly babydoll. perhaps his adoration for the name was ignited when he first listened to babydoll by dominic fike, and saw how many times you replayed it, but who knows?

honourable mention: jagi (자기 — honey).

jongho

honey. i call this a double entendre. he doesn’t really use pet names much, but he likes this one because 1. it’s cute, it suits you almost as your actual name. this is a name a husband would use and he’s so husband coded it hurts me. and 2. he really is just a silly guy—and considering he’s often described as a bear, well, then it’s quite self explanatory. massaging your shoulders as he stands behind you, sat on the couch and groaning into your hands after a stressful day at work, his voice low and reassuring, “you always do so well, honey, please don’t worry your pretty little head over it more.”

honourable mention: dear.

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Between Duty and Desire

SUMMARY |  Wooyoung, one of the high-ranking rookies of the Brotherhood, falls for one of his fellow rookies, not knowing that you're actually an undercover cop.

PAIRINGS | Wooyoung x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  smut, angst, drama, Mafia AU, mafiamember!Wooyoung, undercoverdetective!Reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS | mentions of violence/death (as goes all mafia au fics), mentions of bdsm, mentions of masochist/sadistic tendencies, there's a serial murder of cops going on, lots of profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, car sex, public sex

LENGTH | 12,388 words

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Wooyoung watched Yunho and Jongho shower their new wife affectionately, his hands crossed over his chest as they made their way from one room to the next before the big meeting started. Ever since Lee Byeol and her family defected from the Butterfly Syndicate and started working with the Brotherhood of Ateez, his brothers have been gaga over her presence. And though Wooyoung had no interest in her, there was no denying she was beautiful. There were times when he could even look at her and be attracted to her. 

Not for too long, though, because his taste was far different than most.

"Are you jealous that they have a wife?" a feminine voice behind Wooyoung made him grin, but he didn't look over. She stood close enough that he could smell the subtle fragrance she always wore. Fruity and sweet, he loved the way it blended with her natural essence. And beneath it all was the undeniable pheromone that drew Wooyoung towards her each time she was nearby. He always wanted more.

It was the whisper of breath against his neck, a husky tone he knew to expect before he turned, his heart thumping against his rib cage in anticipation of their interaction. His cock gave a slight twitch as well, but that wasn't out of the ordinary, so he paid it no mind. She could always make him feel that way without any effort whatsoever.

"Are you jealous that Byeol has two husbands?" He retorted, turning slowly to get an eyeful of his fellow rookie recruit. He watched as you ran a hand through your hair and straightened your suit jacket, both items hugging your curves just right, or was that because his eyes were trained to notice every detail about you? Every perfect imperfection you carried only heightened your appeal in his book.

"Please, it takes time and energy just to maintain one," you rolled your eyes with a wave of your hand, motioning to the world around you. "No, thank you."

"Oh yeah?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "Won't be long, and I'll have you screaming my name."

You rolled your eyes, wishing his ego wasn't quite so inflated. "You wish, Jung. Come on. The boss called us, and you're making me late."

You gave him a light swat on his perfectly formed ass cheek and quickened your steps to open the door to the meeting room before him. As you walked around the table and took your normal place standing behind Hongjoong's chair, Wooyoung continued through the door. You tried not to watch his broad shoulders move under his suit jacket as he moved. For a fellow rookie, his rise to prominence in the gang was shocking and a little maddening.

Once everyone was settled in their seats, including the members of the Lee Group now that they were allies of the Brotherhood, Hongjoong began his briefing. You had to make a mental note of what was happening, as you weren't supposed to let anything leave your sight. Every single person in the room was extremely dangerous.

And you silently cursed your chief for making you take this job.

Being an undercover cop within the top mob group of Korea was not what you planned on doing, but this assignment just dropped into your lap at the worst possible moment. Sure, your family used to run with one of the biggest Asian gangs back in the States, but you just weren't in that kind of business anymore. Since getting caught and sent to a juvenile detention center in your youth, you vowed not to do any illegal shit and went clean, going to the police academy instead. 

And now, here you were.

As an undercover agent.

Serves you right, you guess, for the shit you used to do.

This wasn't even your investigation or case, though. But your chief wanted someone fresh. Someone who had been raised by the culture and learned how to bend the rules. No one in Vice wanted this damn assignment. Who in their right mind would, honestly? But when the chief found out that you used to run the same circles, albeit on a smaller scale, in the States, here you were, babysitting a major crime boss and the most significant threat the Seoul Police had ever seen.

It took less than five minutes for the Brotherhood's recruiter to come sniffing about at one of their usual clubs. All you had to do was walk in the right spots, pick a fight and make it look good if needed. The chief even had a few of your fellow detectives pretend they were roughing you up, so your bruised face was an attention-getting catalyst for sure. It worked like a charm, and in a few hours, a pretty raven-haired guy with soft eyes and a dimpled smile offered help to the poor damsel in distress.

You wanted to throw up when he took you home and immediately tried to get handsy with you, his fingers drifting along your thighs. The thought of allowing any of these perverted fuckers to touch you made your blood boil. You didn't even let them think they could stick their hands into the promised land as you smacked him back and quickly grabbed a piece of hard candy, placing it square between your lips before giving him a harsh lesson. You hadn't even meant to break his jaw, but he should've known better.

 It was a lesson that Wooyoung never forgot, judging by the number of times you find the pretty psycho watching you with a frown when he thinks you won't catch him.

You still feel his heavy gaze on you several times throughout the briefing. With your hands casually tucked in the pockets of your suit jacket, you flick your eyes his way more than once, noticing he always glances away immediately.

That only gives you a moment to look at him. To take in the flawlessly groomed, long black locks of hair pulled away from his forehead and showing off his beautiful face. From his strong nose to those sinful pink lips, his large dark eyes, and thick dark lashes. The mole below his left eye drew attention, and you could understand why so many girls fawned over him, although he didn't seem to pay much attention to them. At least that you'd noticed.

When he suddenly meets your eyes, a slow, sensual grin lifts the corners of his mouth, and you give him the middle finger and glare at him as he chuckles. He knew what he was doing, and he fucking knew it. He was incredibly talented and incredibly unhinged, causing no end of headaches for you since you were usually on the same team.

Once the meeting is finished, you fall in line to follow Hongjoong and Seonghwa out, listening to their orders before you leave. You didn't miss the way Wooyoung's eyes watched the sway of your ass or his fingers twitching against his leg.

Stubborn man.

No, not just a stubborn man.

A psychopath who seems to like the pain he feels when you knock him down a few pegs.

Lucky for you, you enjoy it as much as he does.

He doesn't think about you during his personal time.

Much.

In Wooyoung's free time, the thought that the woman who whipped his ass in verbal combat the night you two first met, a gorgeous woman by any standard, was an incredible fuck in his mind, often presented itself.

Your sharp  and sweet tongue were not something Wooyoung was going to forget anytime soon. Or how beautiful you look on your knees or with his cock buried deep inside your silky warmth. He'd had many encounters with women he would call simply amazing.

You weren't one of them.

You were beyond amazing despite not spending a night with him yet.

Aside from your sex appeal and raw beauty, you were a damn great fighter and kept his ego in check, despite how young you were. He was surprised to learn about your juvenile past. From what you revealed, it seemed there was much more to it than a rough childhood. However, when you told him to fuck off, he was compelled to listen. That doesn't happen often; the shock is still there when you bark a command, and he drops to obey it like a faithful pup.

Despite being the highest-ranked rookie of the Brotherhood, Wooyoung was known to get shit done, unhinged tendencies or not. But when he hears your voice bark his name or sees your stern glare directed his way, it shuts him the fuck up and the other high-ranking members can't get enough of it. Hongjoong has asked you to attend more meetings than he usually lets other rookies or newcomers do. Wooyoung didn't question that, seeing how effectively you kept him and the other members on task.

Sometimes, though...sometimes he'd much rather let you tie him up and punish him. Like that one time you gagged him because he was yapping non-stop, and his incessant talking was driving you crazy. And boy, did it turn him on, knowing full well how far he could push you and how hard you'd push back.

You hadn't been joking when you broke his jaw the night the two of you first met. That had hurt like a mother fucker, but your fingers trailing so lovingly down his cheek, across his bottom lip, only moments after you had kicked the shit out of him while whispering harsh unpleasantries into his ear, was hot as fuck.

"Whatcha thinking bout, Jung?" You ask, plopping onto the chair across from Wooyoung as you get some quiet time in the lunch area.

With a cocky grin, he looks over your shoulder for the room and answers smoothly, "I want those perfect lips of yours wrapped around my dick."

Rolling your eyes and wishing you didn't need to maintain your cover, you toss an empty plastic water bottle into the trash can beside his chair. His eyes light up, having heard that thunk a thousand times over the months the two of you have known each other, and it doesn't escape your notice. "Wanna try that again and be honest this time? I could always gag you like the last time and tie you up..."

"Would it turn you on?" Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Probably," you shrug and laugh. 

He chuckles along, admitting that he would love to be tied up by you and dominated like an absolute god.

"God, is sex the only thing you think about?" You wonder out loud, popping the seal on a brand new water bottle.

"What else will I think about with you hanging around all the time?" He fires back.

"Aw, am I a temptation to you? How cute," you stand again and tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, caressing his cheek with a smirk as he growls at you.

"I ain't cute, but we could have a lot of fun together," Wooyoung insisted, grabbing your hip and yanking you closer. Your knees hit his as you straddle his lap, resting one hand on his thigh and the other on his bicep.

Your head lowers, hovering close to his, noses brushing, your words purred, "You like when a woman is in control, huh?"

"Damn fucking right," he breathed, licking his lips as his grip tightened on your ass.

"Too bad this isn't the time or place. Also," you tap his nose with one finger and straighten up. "We are not having a sexual relationship."

As Wooyoung swears vehemently and stands to follow, San rounds the corner to see the man adjust his semi-hard member. The way your hips sway as you walk away has San clearing his throat and laughing to himself.

"There's no way, man. No fucking way you'll be able to tap that," San announces with a slap of Wooyoung's back.

"Yes, I can. I will. She's already close, San. So fucking close," Wooyoung laughs. "We'll see."

"Not before she kicks your ass,” San laughs.

"Bring it, baby! Oh yeah! Bring it!" Wooyoung teases as your eye turns back to glare at him from further down the hall.

"Grow the fuck up," you call out, but Wooyoung is positive he saw that pretty lip curl into a half smile.

Yeah, Wooyoung knew your tell. You want him, and it was just a matter of getting through to you.

"Maybe she's more sadistic than we thought," San chortles. "She likes to boss you, and only you, around and humiliate you in front of everyone."

Wooyoung shrugged, laughing at the truth of that. "Hey, that's fine by me. She's so fucking hot when she gets in my face."

"You need therapy. Desperately," San said, giving his best friend an odd look.

Your next day off, you were in the local gym, punching the hell out of a punching bag. As you stopped for a water break, you weren't surprised when a man stepped up next to you. 

As you took a drink, you gave him a side glance, and he spoke to you. "Surprised you haven't slipped up yet."

"Goddamn it, Eric," you put your water bottle down and punched the bag. "I can't wait for this case to be over and sleep for 24 hours."

"How have you gone this long without dropping your act?" he questioned with a laugh.

Your fists pounded the bag as your elbows and feet flew. The air was filled with a light sheen of sweat. "I'm going insane and haven't had a goddamn decent fuck yet. Do you realize how long it's been since I've gotten laid, Eric?"

He leaned against the next bag, trying not to laugh aloud as you continued venting.

"Eric, it has been weeks since I've touched a dick, and all this tension between me and a certain psychopath is fucking ridiculous! I'm on edge 24/7!" You give the bag an extra punch and a kick. "HOW is this even a life for me?! HOW!"

"Then screw him and get it over with," Eric rolls his eyes.

"NO!" you screech loudly.

People working out or passing by turn towards the shout with raised eyebrows.

"Sorry!" you call out sheepishly. The men and women return to their workouts, amused by the verbal venting of a strong woman. "He's fucking crazy, Eric. I swear he's crazier than their boss and everyone else combined."

You and Eric had moved out to Korea after you graduated from the academy together. Your fathers knew each other back when their lives were filled with chaos. Before turning to law enforcement, both would cause the worst headaches for the police of their town and some surrounding areas. One thing had led to another, and somehow, the families had intermingled, resulting in you and Eric being practically brought up together.

Eric has been your partner since you joined the metro PD. When you moved to Seoul, you went from a beat cop to vice almost immediately, which brought on the undercover assignment. A lifelong friend, he kept track of everything you were involved in. Both of you understood how dangerous it could be, not just for yourself but for Eric, if the Brotherhood found out about your identity.

"What's been happening since the Lee Group joined the Brotherhood?" Eric asked, holding the bag and keeping up with the punches and kicks.

“Apart from the face-sucking with her husbands,” you say, “Lee Byeol has been sent on a few missions and has always returned unscathed, unharmed, and successful. Ever since she left the Butterfly Syndicate, they’ve made headway with many major operations in Seoul, especially because of the Lee Group's firepower brought with them.”

"Fuck," Eric grunted.

"Yeah. I've heard that the Butterfly Syndicate hasn't taken the loss too kindly. They are doing the same to other gangs and operations that leave their fold. And it's not pretty, Eric," you kicked the bag hard enough that it hit the man on the other side of it, who grunted when it connected with his abs and made him step back a little. "Any updates on our serial killer killing cops?"

"Not one. It's frustrating the hell out of the chief. This psychopath is smarter and more calculated than we are, and no one can pick up the trail. I wish he would make a mistake so we can catch him. He hasn't gotten messy yet," Eric adjusted the bag, resuming the role as the spotter. "But there is one thing in common on all the bodies."

"Yeah?" you grunt, a blow flying.

“The Brotherhood’s mark,” Eric said.

Your arms flop. You turned towards Eric with a surprised expression. "What?"

"Ateez symbol. On the bodies. Scratched on one of their hands. Always different ones. Never the same. It's odd," Eric states quietly, looking at you.

"That's weird... With how long I've worked with them, there's no way they're that brazen, and the cop killings don't add up,” you shook your head. “Hongjoong is a piece of work, but he would never attack the police. Not now, not ever. Whoever is committing the murders is trying to incite a war between us and them. They want that chaos. I'm telling you, the murderer wants a fucking war."

Eric grunted, giving you an appraising look. You punch a few more times, feeling the familiar pull of your muscles working. When you're sure you're in shape and your daily routine is complete, you wipe the towel down your arms and neck as Eric asks. "You sure it's not that psycho boyfriend of yours?"

"One, he is NOT my boyfriend. Two, he's an unhinged idiot, yes, but I've been pretty sure he wouldn't start murdering people just for fun, you know? He's smarter than he looks," you swallow a long gulp of water and lower the bottle. "This is a fucking shit show."

Eric gave you a somber nod and straightened the punching bag. "Sounds like something is about to blow."

"I agree. Get your head in the game, detective. It will get a lot worse before it gets better," you said, glancing at your closest friend.

Eric nodded his head before his eyes went wide. You knew that look very well and turned your head, noticing Wooyoung strolling through the gym's doors. With a sigh, you went back to punching and kicking the bag.

"Pretend to be my trainer or something," you told your partner, who didn't hesitate to come up behind you, shouting directions with the expertise of someone who knew what they were talking about.

As soon as Wooyoung saw you, he headed straight to you, giving his signature crooked, handsome smile, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. With your hair up in a messy bun and sweat slicking down your toned body and toned legs in tight gym shorts, he was salivating a bit too obviously and couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Am I bothering you?" Wooyoung calls from a few feet away, grinning broadly as Eric slows down his instruction but does not step aside.

"Yes," you breathe out.

Eric moves up to stand at your back, taking note of your opponent and what he could be planning. Your friend knew you could handle yourself, but he could also see how the young man eyed your sweat-drenched shirt as it stuck to you, leaving little to the imagination. Wooyoung also couldn't keep his eyes off the way your hair hung haphazardly, making you look so damn sexy it was almost distracting.

Your partner tapped you on the shoulder, telling you to take a break before he walked away to another area of the gym. As soon as he was no longer in view, Wooyoung took his place. His grin widened when you placed your hands on your knees and raised your head to glare.

"I love it when a woman works up a sweat. Bet it would taste as sweet as honey, nectar...ah fuck, woman, stop me," Wooyoung let the dirty thought spill forth but snapped his mouth shut before he went to far. Standing straight, you grabbed the hand towel beside the water bottle and wiped the sweat from your brow, glancing around casually. 

"So, what brings you to the gym? Out for a walk?" you asked before you took a long drink from your bottle, hoping to make the pretty little psycho jealous.

And it worked.

"Looking for you," his dark eyes roamed over you shamelessly, almost able to see through your drenched sports bra. "Have plans tonight?"

"Why?" you questioned, cocking a hip out as he took another step forward.

“Just wondering,” Wooyoung said.

"Are you going to use me for one of the Brotherhood's business ventures again?" you ask, eyebrows raised and arms crossed as he gets just a little closer.

"San wants me to collect some money a man owes us. There's a 60 percent chance it won't even become physical, baby," Wooyoung says sweetly. You glare, feeling the sweat starting to cool on you, and shiver as it passes over your spine. Wooyoung reached a finger out and ran it slowly along your jaw. "Give me some time, and I can warm you up again, angel."

"Touch me again, and your dick becomes my new punching bag," you warn darkly.

Wooyoung can hear the truth in that statement, and his eyes widen. But instead of scaring him away, his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles broadly. "Baby, I can't resist. You are so much sexier when you are irritated, you know that?"

"Jesus, you need mental help. Seriously," you glare and grab your water, turning away.

"What can I say, honey...you and that cute ass make me want to follow," Wooyoung tosses his head and fluffs his hair, not once taking his eyes off your retreating form. "Is this going to become a normal thing? The workout scene, I mean?"

“Why? Scared that I’m going to be too muscular for you? Too buff and scary?” you ask.

Wooyoung steps quickly, coming around in front of you. "Hell no. I like how ripped you are. Like damn, those thighs could break my neck. I want them wrapped around it for sure."

You almost gagged.

Instead, you sigh in a way that lets him know just how tired you are of his bullshit. "Why are you bothering me, Jung? Seriously."

He has the gall to look confused. "I just told you I was looking for you. I was looking for you to help San collect money."

"And? It's my day off, remember?" you reminded him.

"What, do I need to get on my knees and beg?" Wooyoung wonders out loud.

"As if it would help any. Alright, Mr. Badboy. If I go, will you fuck the hell off afterward?" you glared at him.

Wooyoung wriggled an eyebrow in a way that should have been disgusting and lewd. Yet somehow, it was as if he was practiced at the move, and it was more adorable than anything. "Baby, it's hard for me to avoid you already."

With a sigh of annoyance, you shrugged and stood from where you were wiping down the bench press machine you used. "Fine, but if shit gets weird or sketchy, I'll leave your ass without a second thought."

It's well known that your strength is unparalleled, and the man the two of you were coming to collect money owed was intimidated by you more so than Wooyoung—not that many people weren't. Once you set foot in the room where he's waiting, the bald middle-aged man could only glare at you.

"Park Siwoo, you are late. Now, pay the 300k that is owed." Wooyoung's dark tone rumbles.

Siwoo makes a grunting noise, watching the way you eye the weapons collection across the room with interest. "The fuck would a woman be doing with a buncha fucking guns?"

“Mind your own, sir,” you say.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, little girl?" He taunts, spittle forming in the corner of his mouth. "You ain't got the fucking balls."

You're so focused on your inspection that the man and his threats are becoming white noise. It isn't until you reach out with one delicate finger, drawing it over a handgun, and smile at its smooth and polished finish that you turn back to your opponents. "Three hundred thousand won, Siwoo. Don't make me ask a second time."

“Or you’re gonna do what?” Siwoo sneered, his voice dripping with menace.

You straighten your back, placing your arms behind you and raising an eyebrow at his pig-like attitude.

"Look at how the little bitch stands," he barks out a laugh, finding this too funny. "You remind me of those cops out there. Did you hear? Someone has killed off the lot of 'em."

"Oh?" Wooyoung states, sounding only mildly interested in the news, crossing his arms as you finally returned to their conversation, your full focus trained on him.

"Heard it was you, Brotherhood folks. Making things right, ridding the streets of the shits who think they're doing good." Siwoo laughs until his eyes settle on you. "The fuck are you looking at? Have a good fuck like a good little girl, and make babies. I ain't afraid of you."

You had to stop Wooyoung before he rushed forward, almost succeeding, since he was an arm's reach away. "Easy, pretty boy. Don't get so excited." 

You said in an equally cold tone, one hand still holding the young man's forearm firmly as you blocked him easily, turning your attention back to Siwoo with the same half-lidded glare. "We're just here for the 300k. Easy in and out. No hassles."

"Make a woman do the dirty work, eh?" Siwoo growls, running his fingers down the blade of a nasty-looking machete. "One as small and weak as you? Must be tough times, man."

Wooyoung tried to make a lunge for it, but you beat him to it, leaping over the table as Siwoo reacted far too slowly. The machete was caught in your hand, barely an inch above his collarbone, before he realized that his life had almost come to a halt. A drop of sweat trickled down his brow. He watched you inspect the weapon, rolling it so the light danced off the edge and the blade.

"Good balance, could be sharper. Nice. What a shame," you said, lifting the blade higher so the tip is pressed against his throat. Siwoo was paralyzed and panting, staring at you with fear in his eyes, body visibly shaking in the seat he occupied. "The money? Come on now. Be a good boy and fetch my payment." You told him in a syrupy voice that almost matched how you flipped the blade.

Wooyoung grinned but did his best to stop his hand from diving into his pocket and stroking himself. That was sexy, and he felt a new respect and admiration for you. As unhinged as he was, Wooyoung was positive he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. He had half a mind to forget why they were even there and take you on that desk. He swore that your nipples were peaked enough he could probably make you squirm without even touching them. The image of you straddling him, shirt hiked up as your naked breast bounced so he could feast his eyes, flashed in his mind.

You did notice the bulge in Wooyoung's pants, but you would never call him out on it. At least not there or then. His dirty smirk let you know though, that his mind had gone somewhere he rather enjoyed. Your face is calm and serious despite the growing boner in the beautiful psychos jeans, because if anyone else noticed it, things could go awry real fast.

Afraid and hesitant, Siwoo's throat works a few times, feeling the cool steel press a bit deeper, nearly drawing blood. Slowly, a shaking hand reaches up to pry the machete away from his neck. Your glare hardens.

"Nuh uh. Where is my money?" you snap at him.

"Right. Of course. Behind the cabinet. Near the back. Here, the keys. Um, they'll fit." He tells you with his lips quivering.

You take the keys and throw them to Wooyoung, who wastes no time in taking the 300k that was in an envelope behind the wall safe. As you release the machete, dropping the weapon at the gangster’s feet, he let out a choked sigh. He watched with a trembling lip as the both of you casually walked out of his office, Wooyoung counting the money slowly, as if it meant nothing and was just background noise.

When the door closed behind them, you pushed Wooyoung roughly into the wall, yanking him down by his coat collar, your hand roughly cupping his hard on. "You're a bad boy. Get turned on watching a man wet himself with fear, huh?"

His only reply is a groan and his hands reaching out to grope at your ass, pressing you closer. "Got turned on by you playing bad, baby. Got me so fucking hot. How fast do you think I can get us a hotel room? A fucking penthouse suite? Have a room service dinner and some champagne?"

Your eyes were flashing, and Wooyoung wondered if his was as intense as yours was. Your noses brush lightly and you breathed out a laugh. "Hah, as if. Do you really want to die?"

"Only for you, angel," Wooyoung fires back.

"Sorry, can't oblige," you tell him, patting his chest before turning away. "And can't help you with the hard one either. Go home and play with yourself, pretty boy."

"Damn, baby. What I would do..." Wooyoung trills a delighted sound and a chuckle, stumbling slightly but grinning as he looks after you, his eyes dropping down your backside as it sashays enticingly, "for that fucking ass and those fucking thighs."

You give the psycho the middle finger and glance back briefly. "As if that's gonna happen."

"Can I at least jack off to the thought of you?! Jesus, I feel like a high school kid getting a semi when the school teacher walks by!" Wooyoung exclaims.

"Just hurry the hell up, and get in the car, pervert!" You say louder.

"That's not a no, Y/N. Did I just see a soft spot?" he teases as he finally catches up to you.

"Eat dirt and choke." You responded back.

"Bite that pretty lip a bit and look into my eyes, and I will. Sweet motherfuck, Y/N, you can kill a guy." Wooyoung chuckles.

"Not killing you... yet. Now, get the fuck into the car. And shut the fuck up before I gag you." You unlock the driver's door and get in, watching him watch you with that dumb little smirk. "If you be a good boy for me, maybe I'll fuck you next time I'm in a nice mood. Maybe."

"THANK YOU. Yes please." Wooyoung gasps, hurrying to jump into the car next to you.

"Hey dad," you mutter into the phone as you try to shovel rice and fried pork belly into your mouth at the same time. You were finally in the comfort of your own home after a long shift. Your fridge and cupboards were empty after only a few days of coming in and out. Being gone most nights due to undercover work kept you hungry but in turn gave you lots of exercise. You've seen the muscles that formed thanks to the regimen, as the loose black tank you wore showed it off. 

Your father always made sure to call once a week, no matter what, and the two of you would make a brief update. "How's work treating my troublemaking daughter?" 

"Honestly dad," you sigh into the line as a smile broke out on your face, "I can't wait for this case to be over so I can get some actual decent fucking sleep. I don't think I can survive the exhaustion."

"I know undercover work is hard," your father says sympathetically, "but you were always the toughest. If anyone can succeed at this, it'll be you."

"How are things back home? Mom doing okay?" you asked around a mouthful of rice, your eyes landing on a commercial where an idol group was prancing around a city street, flitting between fans and a few reporters. 

“The precinct has been keeping us busy ever since the family went good,” your father says. “I’m getting too old for this. Give me another ten and I’ll retire.”

"Don't retire and become a thug again, dad," you laugh. "You made a promise."

He chortles. "We all made that vow not to do illegal shit when you enrolled into the police academy and went straight. Your mom is doing okay too, since we've cut our hours back at work to three days instead of six or seven a week. She gets to enjoy her time a lot more and still works with the people."

"Please," you implore, "don't do something that you'll regret, like backtrack and do illegal shit again. You already left the gang life in the past." 

You sigh loudly, hearing someone on your floor open a door and scuttle through the hallway, hoping it wasn't the person in apartment 6A with the screaming kids. He always managed to show up in the early morning, around two when you wanted a nap on your rare free time.

"You sound dead tired. Go get some sleep, and remember to look both ways when you cross the street," your father advises and you can hear the humor in his voice. "Don't leave anything in the fridge, and make sure you're always aware and alert. Remember your training."

“Dad, I’m a detective in Seoul and you’re a former thug turned cop. I think I’ll be fine,” you say.

He lets out another laugh and you can hear some talking going on behind him before the muffled sounds return and you hear a click from another set of speakers. "Have you got yourself a boyfriend?"

“How can I think of dating when I’m undercover, dad?” you ask.

“What about Eric? He’s a great guy,” your father says.

“Yes, a great colleague,” you say. “Not a great dating partner.”

"No? But you've had sex before, right? Did you use protection? Were the other men at least clean?" He asks.

"GOODBYE DAD," you hang up the call as you roll your eyes with a blush. You weren't a stranger to a few sexual partners, but you weren't a woman who had a guy between your legs all the time. Work was always too stressful and complicated, and so was trying to have a relationship.

Eric was a good looking guy, and the two of you did try going on a few dates, but the conversations were awkward. It felt like hanging out with a brother. There was just too much history, and way too much embarrassment on either of your parts. Neither of you were too shy about your past, but talking about how you once got tipsy and fell face first onto the steps after the Christmas party was still too embarrassing. It also didn't help that his father is an ex-member of the same gang as your dad.

Rolling your eyes, you chugged some beer, eyes closing in bliss when your phone buzzes, and the contact for Chief Ryu shows up on the screen. You glance around the lonely and cold place that was your apartment. While the furniture you had wasn't top of the line, you did spend a lot of cash making sure your sheets and pillows were the softest and warmest. No sense in investing money in anything else.

"Sir," you greet him.

"Detective L/N," he returns, voice grim. "Have you caught wind of anything else while you are on duty and while undercover? Anything useful that may get us into the higher levels of the case?"

You are quiet. The rest of the rice and pork belly were shoved into your mouth as you glanced at your cell. A few more hours until daylight. Your schedule was hectic. "I'll stop by the precinct in ten sir, and fill you in then."

"Very well. Stay on target, and don't get sidetracked or lost. Make sure you aren't followed," the chief said. "Especially by that Jung Wooyoung. It's obvious he has a soft spot for you. Don't let him soften your resolve."

"Yes sir," with that you hang up and groan into your palms. 

You thought going undercover this time around would be smooth sailing, but with this pyscho trying his best to bed you, it was really testing your patience. He was persistent, and if you were in any other situation, it would actually be a nice boost to the ego. 

Too bad it was Jung.

With your hair tied up in a ponytail and a small, black cap on your head, a pair of thin rimmed glasses framing your features, along with your casual skinny jeans and hoodie, you blended into the rest of the people of Seoul easily. Without being noticed by a single person, you entered a back alley, making your way towards the police station where Chief Ryu is waiting for you.

The information you had collected during your stay within the ranks of the criminal organisation is dangerous, and it wasn't for the faint hearted. But after months, and many trials and errors, you finally gained enough access to be in their inner circle and you weren't going to let such an opportunity slip by. This case was getting close and if you play this right, you can nail some of the higher members into prison. The main objective was of course the leader.

As expected, the station was still very much busy. A few officers glance in your direction when you come through the backdoor, others offering nods of acknowledgment as you walk by. Some held stacks of paper and folders in their arms.

"Detective," Eric greeted you warmly, moving his own files into one arm, "good to see you. Everyone has been a bit on edge lately."

"I don't blame them," you mumbled softly, greeting him as you entered an elevator that only a few detectives and officers had access to. "Any new developments?"

"There was one last night. Officer Yoo was taken from the coffee shop just around the corner when he came off of his shift last night. Someone dragged him behind a building, knocked him out, and he's been gone since," he let out a tense breath. "Any witnesses, leads... it's like we've got nothing."

"Yoo Jinyoung was taken off duty last night. Shit," you mumble, tightening your grip. Another good officer out of action. Another potential life at risk. Another lead down the drain. "This isn't good."

The both of you exited the elevator as Eric tapped a button, the both of you pushing into a large room where a number of officers and detectives were already pouring through evidence and previous witness statements. Chief Ryu was the head detective leading the charge against the criminal organisations running Seoul, and he has been fighting tirelessly.

Once the elevator doors dinged open, you are welcomed to a few other detectives.

"Are you sure you should be showing up here, Y/N?" Eric muttered worriedly. "Your cover could be blown. That gang, you're working so close with them." He mumbles lowly, just in case. "Doesn't that...scare you at all?"

"I've told you a thousand times, nothing scares me. My job has me facing worse shit everyday," you grumble back just as quietly. "We used to run with these kinds of folks back home, or did you forget already?"

"I'm very much aware but the Brotherhood is a much larger scale compared to what we had back at home, Y/N. Back in LA, you used to hang with a few low-lifes and misfits," he whispers. "With the Brotherhood, they are bigger, they are worse, and the whole organization is deeply rooted in all sorts of shit."

"Still. I didn't scare easily even then and I sure as hell don’t now. Not in the middle of such an important case," you say, settling yourself against a wall as the other officers discuss their findings and cases.

"L/N, Sohn," Chief Ryu, the greying man greets the pair of you, "now that you've arrived, let's proceed. We got word of another attack late last night, and one of the casualties was Officer Yoo."

The other detectives groan, and one older-looking man angrily throws a document folder onto the desk, spilling coffee as the papers float down. A woman quickly snatches some up before they're soaked completely.

"It's going to be near impossible for Detective L/N to infiltrate anymore," another man spoke up. "What if she's next?"

"Do we know who did it?" you asked, ignoring the man's comment, staring directly at the chief.

"All signs point to the BRotherhood," Chief Ryu replies as he shakes his head sadly. His face has grown old and wrinkled since the case had started, and it didn't get better when it took off so many years back. "Mark on his body like the others."

"Sir, shouldn't we pull back L/N? She could be next!" a female officer argues.

"It can't be the Brotherhood," you sighed, crossing your arms and legs as the others looked over the new news. Eric watched you with a wary expression while the chief eyed the document. "Some of the members have a few screws loose, but these guys run their organizations differently from other syndicates. They may be bat shit crazy, but they have a way of handling the business. Park Seonghwa, the underboss, deals with the foot soldiers with a harsh hand if there's a murder that no one approved."

"Sounds like a strong and smart bastard," another man sighs, sitting heavily in his chair.

"What if it's the Brotherhood's resident pyscho? Jung Wooyoung? There are rumours that he's incredibly unhinged," another officer points out.

"Him? Nah," you shook your head. "He's too busy chasing me around to go about killing random people. Plus Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa are always placing us in the same teams since I can control Jung."

A few eyebrows rise. 

"Really now?" the officer responds with a hum.

"The man likes it when I knock him down a few pegs," you shrug. "It's not him or the Brotherhood. If you ask me, this was a frame-up. Something else is going on."

A few more hums were shared.

"Why do you say that?" one of the detectives ask.

"After working with them for a year, I know what the methods are," you told him bluntly. "Not theirs. It doesn't fit their style."

"What would your plan of action be then, detective?" another asks and you see them all look in your direction.

"If we want answers, we need to catch the real killer," you said, and Chief Ryu nodded, clearly listening. "I should return and get back into the scene as quickly as possible before they find out my identity. I'll be sticking close to the higher-ups as well, so I'll have more opportunities."

The conversation went on, with other plans thrown out and shot down, more opinions, more questions. But in the end, Chief Ryu nods and lets a sigh escape him.

"Smart," Chief Ryu interjects. "Watch your back and keep an eye on things. Make sure to find out any sort of connection. Can you do it?"

“Of course, sir,” you say.  

"Be careful, Y/N," Eric implores again quietly as you straighten.

"Thank you," Chief Ryu said, "L/N, remember your training, keep your cover and report your findings immediately. And─"

“Yes?” you ask.

"If you have to land in bed with that Jung Wooyoung, do so, but don't catch feelings and get distracted. Lives depend on you, detective," Chief Ryu ordered as the conference room began to clear.

"Understood, sir," you say back, following the others out. You heard some mutters of gratitude and reassurances as a few men slapped you on the back and others on the shoulders.You called loudly from the doorway before you closed it. "I can't wait for this case to be over, sir!" 

Outside in the cold evening of Seoul, you tug your hoodie closer around your neck and look up into the clouds as you exhale heavily. Now that undercover cops are being killed, things have just gotten so much more dangerous. You had to be careful before shit turned ugly.

"Fuck."

Wooyoung swore that he saw you walk out of the precinct, looking pretty casual in a dark purple hoodie, black jeans, a cap, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. He blinked and rubbed his eyes a few times. No, it had to be someone that looked like you. There was no way that you'd actually be there as a fucking police detective. No way in fucking hell.

Right?

It couldn't be. He must be hallucinating. All his efforts into chasing and flirting with a fellow rookie mafia member must have exhausted him, and maybe the lack of sex made him crazy, and he was imagining that his little crush and eye candy was an officer for the fucking law and order of South Korea. That sounded ridiculous, even to his ears.

Or were you? He recalled how you handled yourself and the way you used your guns, the way you stared men down, and the way you knocked a guy out with your elbow, the way you're able to leap across obstacles, and those muscles of your—

"Huh. Holy fuck. You're an actual police officer. All this time I've been flirting and hitting on a motherfucking police detective," Wooyoung said to himself. "But damn, just knowing that you're a detective made you ten times hotter. Damn."

He watched as you rounded the corner with your phone pressed against your ear, smiling widely before hanging up and removing your cap with a laugh. From where he was hidden, he could make out your large and beautiful smile as you tossed your hat on the passenger seat of your car before getting inside. Wooyoung swears under his breath when you don't start the engine and instead dig into your hoodie pocket before you lean forward.

Before he knew what he was doing, his feet had him walking into the alley and creeping up to your car. One, you had a nice ass, and two, he could watch from a safe distance without bothering you. And maybe catch some info if he can manage.

He could see you looking at your phone, a tired grin on your lips before leaning your forehead against the wheel. Fishing his phone from his pocket, he dialed your number and watched as you raised an eyebrow when your device rang and you didn't bother to even answer and let it go to voicemail. He watched from his spot as you shimmied out of the hoodie you were wearing and revealed that black tank top, the shape and size of your biceps clearly defined in the lowlight as you wiped your sweaty brow, tossing the sweater onto the backseat before you stretch your arms and flexing your upper muscles.

Wooyoung damn near wet himself when you groaned as you stretched your shoulders. Fuck, just those delicious, strong looking arms were getting him all bothered. Then you began to drag your left palm across your right shoulder blade. You appeared to have rolled it a few times and while Wooyoung wanted to sit back and jack off to the sight of it, his hormones went into overdrive.

"Fuck, detective. You make it hard to just watch you," Wooyoung muttered before making his way to your car and rapping on the window.

You jumped and looked at him, and panic set in before you glared and rolled the window down. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Let me get in. Let's talk. Come on," Wooyoung nodded to the empty seat. "Unless you want me to rat out your little undercover mission."

"Fuck you, and get in the damn car,” you ordered.

"Sweetheart, do that and we'll both enjoy it too much," he smirked as you growled. You unlock the doors and unlock the other door and wait until Wooyoung opens and gets in and closes the car. "Damn, are you for real an undercover police officer? How'd you get this job?"

You pulled away from the curb before answering his question. "How'd you know?"

“Saw you walking out of the station,” Wooyoung said.  

“And what were you doing there, huh?” you ask.  

"I was bailing out one of our guys that got caught at an intersection. Look, that doesn't matter. Why are you undercover for the fucking police force, sweet cheeks?" He asked, relaxing into your seats as you drove to God knows where, probably another safehouse, an apartment or something. Wooyoung watches you breathe heavily, fists white against the steering wheel and the leather creased under your fingertips.

"Tell anyone what I do or say and I'll snap your spine in half, do you understand?" You mutter.

"M'am, yes m'am," Wooyoung responded, unable to look away from your shoulders.

You throw a quick glance at him, groaning. "Why do I get the feeling that I have to bang you to keep you quiet?"

"Because that's exactly how you'll have me not say a word," Wooyoung murmurs back, his pants tightening. Damn, there was a police detective seated right next to him, who had guns and all sorts of police shit stashed, and he was growing really excited. Shit, Wooyoung didn't think you being a cop would be such a huge turn on but he was slowly falling deep.

"Okay listen, if I fuck you, will you promise to not speak a single fucking word?" You ask.

"Baby girl, I'll agree to fucking anything if it meant you putting those sexy guns to use," he growled as you shook your head. "If it makes you feel better, I promise you, no one else is going to find out about your gig as a detective, especially the other high ups in the family."

“What will it cost me?” you ask.  

"Well, baby girl, I'd settle for just one kiss." Wooyoung sucked his lip, placing an arm around your shoulders as he smirks. He grins as you blink back, a red blush across your face. "Nothing more, nothing less. It can be just a small one, and you can do it."

You stare at him, parking the car a couple of blocks away and unbuckling your seatbelt before he does. With a sly look, you raise an eyebrow, "Really? Just one kiss?"

“And I will keep quiet, officer,” Wooyoung said.  

Wooyoung grunts in surprise when you place a hand against his neck, lips meeting his in a quick, firm, solid kiss that left him wanting so much more when you pull away, clear your throat, and adjust his collar. "Just so you can keep your trap shut. Nothing more, you hear?"

He let out a whistle.

"Alright, alright. I can do that. It was worth it," Wooyoung responded with a wider, dopey smile on his lips. Damn, it was true when people said kissing is better than sex sometimes. Shit, he wanted to chase after those plump lips once more. "So how long you been undercover? Since you joined the Brotherhood?"

“Yeah,” you say.

"All the time and no one fucking knew. Wow," Wooyoung said. He turned and got another good look at your muscles when you went to lift the bottle of water off your console. "Why the Brotherhood?"

"Chief's order, but mostly because of the recent drug ring popping up throughout Seoul," you sighed. "Cops are dying left and right."

"So what Siwoo said was true?" Wooyoung asked and you nodded. "Shit. He didn't lie or make it up or anything like that? Is he the one?"

You shook your head. "No, Siwoo is too stupid and uncoordinated to ever manage to do this. He's a mess and he knows that if he tries to play assassin and hit-man, he's going to fail."

“And you don’t think it’s the Brotherhood?” Wooyoung asked.  

"Everyone at the precinct thinks it's you guys but... no," you finally spoke. "Wooyoung, I think the Brotherhood was framed."

"Wait-wha-hold on- wait a second," Wooyoung murmured, making a stop signal with both of his hands. "You're saying that someone else killed the cops and are pinning the deaths on us. Now why the hell would anyone try and kill the fucking officers?"

"Hell if I know, I'm just trying to figure this out before another good person dies," you confessed quietly, rubbing the space between your eyebrows. "Maybe, as much as it pains me to say it, you or your guys can help. Maybe some of your info can be put to use."

Wooyoung stared down at your anxious look. "Let's go see Hongjoong, then."

"So... You're a detective?" Hongjoong stated, perking his eyebrows up. You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

"Afraid so," you responded quietly. "You can do whatever you want with me after you hear me out."

"Relax," Hongjoong leaned over the desk, eyes sharp on you. "I knew you were an officer from day one, Detective L/N."

You blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I kept this quiet. As a sort of protection," the man's arms were crossed and his eyes scanned you. "I want that fucker who's killing cops and pinning their deaths on my family."

"Oh my God," you whispered, blinking a couple of times. He had known, and no one else did. Damn, no wonder Hongjoong was considered one of the most powerful men in the underworld. The man was brilliant and always several steps ahead.

"I'm sure everyone in the SPD thinks we're all scum but the Brotherhood are not cop killers. That's against our code. Even if we run drugs, weapons trafficking, extortion, counterfeits... murdering a cop goes too far for us," Hongjoong continues.

“Then who do you think it is?” you ask.  

"The Butterfly Syndicate," Seonghwa replied, sitting down. "It has been an ongoing feud. Their Boss, the Black Butterfly, hates us."

“You...know this?” you ask.  

“Byeol has been working on this operation with Yunho and Jongho,” Seonghwa replied. “She has all the insider intel as she was a former Butterfly.”  

You turned to Wooyoung, his expression dark before nodding at you. "What are your plans then?"

"Get enough dirt on the Black Butterfly and her gang so I can put her into prison where she fucking belongs," Hongjoong responded. "If the Brotherhood works with the SPD to take her out, it'll look less suspect and will strengthen my ties with the police and will make sure things will go smoothly in the future."

“Sounds like you have everything planned out. I can make it happen. So, when should we start the ball rolling?” you ask.  

"I'll be making a trip to the precinct to see your chief to discuss this arrangement. Good?" Hongjoong asked.

"Good," you nodded. "I'll phone the precinct and let them know to expect you."

After your meeting with Hongjoong, you were driving back home with Wooyoung tagging along. You stopped the car in an abandoned area outside the city limits, the sound of rushing water from a distant river could be heard as the trees creaked from the gusts of wind blowing by. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you stared hard at your steering wheel while Wooyoung just relaxed into the chair further.

"Something on your mind, detective?" Wooyoung asks after a beat of silence.

You cast a weary eye his way, lips pressed thin. The hand around the wheel loosened before it came to rest on your lap. The light of the moon reflects in your eyes as you casted them towards the man beside you. He noticed the tightness of your jaw. He was no expert, but judging from what he could gather from you, he understood what kind of weight was resting on those shoulders.

Wooyoung lifted a hand and held yours, a thumb running over your knuckles in soft caresses, the heat searing your skin. Your fingers twitched at the sudden feeling and a blush appeared.

"Things must be rough for you, right?" he asked, tone gentle, eyes no longer carrying a hint of teasing. "Everything's riding on you being successful at this. Like if you make one wrong move, it could mean life and death, right?"

"Yeah, kinda," you answer honestly and let him hold your hand and trace the veins and outlines of the joints.

"There has to be something that I can help you with. Maybe loosen those tight shoulders a bit, huh? Help relieve some stress. Worry. Any of it. You're practically running the marathon of undercover detective life and now the weight of stopping a syndicate from getting away with mass murdering cops..." Wooyoung noted before nodding and glancing out of his passenger side window and the desolate trees. "No one is around, it's the middle of the night. Ain't nothing happening. Just let me give you some of me. I ain't going nowhere, detective."

A thoughtful hum was your answer and you couldn't quite form words as his strong grip ran circles over your palm. "Kiss me, Detective. Come on. Let it out. Your nerves, frustration. It'll relax you. Come on, I'll even beg for it."

Without another word, he began planting slow kisses along your palms, his breath hot against your flesh. His teeth grazed a finger and goosebumps rippled through your spine when he darted his tongue against it. A flick here, a swirl there. His dark brown, nearly black eyes glimmered brightly under the soft lights in your car as a wicked smile crossed his face when you moaned as he nipped another digit.

"Beg me," you breathed, your pulse quickening. "Beg for me, Wooyoung. You want me?"

"Yes," he hummed. "Yes, ma'am."

"Get naked and get in the backseat,” you ordered.

"With pleasure, beautiful," Wooyoung breathed huskily, excited for what you were willing to offer to him. He slid the door open and clambered onto the back as he tugged his shirt overhead, pulling his belt from the loops, making sure the metal clanked and clinked loudly before he was throwing his pants aside.

You crawl back, eyes sweeping across his body, taking in the tattoo on his left ribcage, the many piercings and the muscle definition. Not too much and not too little. Damn this punk looked good. "Ever had sex in the back of a police car?"

"No. Though this is certainly new and different," he murmured, watching as you slip off the tank, no bra and you kick off your jeans before straddling his hips. He inhales deeply when he cups your face and places a long and deep kiss on your mouth. Your skin, God, the way your skin felt under his touch was too erotic and you returned his kiss eagerly. "And I sure am liking the surprises, doll."

Your teeth click as you pull away for a moment to let out a shaky breath. Wooyoung grinned against your neck as his hands snake down to your hips and gently rocks you against him, the damp cloth of your underwear pressing hard against his growing erection. His clothed cock presses against your soaked core and the damp cloth between your legs only rubs more intensely on your nub the more he moves his hips.

His lips on your neck, chest, shoulders, leaving hard and sucking kisses had you melting into the body behind you. One hand cupped a breast, and Wooyoung relished the feel of his chest on your warm and sweaty back. So soft, the weight in his palms is absolutely addicting.

You ran your hands through the jet black locks and tilted his head as your mouths joined and swallowed each other's groans and moans. Your teeth snagged at his piercing, earning you a muffled yelp from the man.

"You trying to bite it off?" He murmured, lips swollen and glossy as your finger traced his ears, over the diamond earring.

"Maybe," you husked.

"Are you actually a secret kinky police detective?" He smirked when you answered his grin with a challenging raise of your brow. "Bet you have all sorts of fetishes that aren't written in any sort of textbook."

"Think you can figure me out, bad boy?" You quipped as you gently pinch his nipples, pulling hard. 

His whine was long and pitiful, his forehead resting on your shoulder, head slightly bowed as the rest of his body shuddered under your rough touches. "Ah fuck~ baby~"

"Yeah, you're going to be in trouble with me Jung," you warned quietly, "now tell me," you roll your hips down into his clothed cock once more, "will you be a good boy and be quiet for me?"

"Fuck...yes...I can. I can be good for you, detective,” he moans.

"Then shut your mouth and take my panties off already," you say back as Wooyoung's fingers hook into the edge of the flimsy material and drag them down over your smooth and supple thighs. You toss them aside as he pushes his boxers off his hips and kicks it away. 

Wooyoung felt all the blood rush south when your warm hands wrapped around him, pumping his cock in agonizingly slow strokes. He gulps a large mouthful of air as he watches the way your thumb catches his pearly beads of pre-cum every time it brushes across the slit. "Do what you want, doll. Whatever you want."

Your palms run along the length of his chest, feeling the sweat gathered around the curves of his pecs before leaning down to catch his lips, your tongues brushing before Wooyoung moans again into your mouth. The temperature rising inside the vehicle and the fog gathering along the windows didn't bother the two of you one bit as you sank onto his throbbing dick. He choked on his words and whimpered out another moan of relief, his hips stuttering upwards before you pressed down with your hips to keep him from bucking his way up your ass. 

"Behave," you hiss low and raspy in his ear, swiping a tongue out to tease the jewelry on his earlobes. His chest is heaving rapidly as you start moving, his hands gripping your waist. "You said you'd be good for me. Do I need to cuff you?"

"Fucking yes," he almost moaned. "God, yeah, I'll behave."

"Maybe next time," you murmur, focusing on the feel of his hands on you as you bounce slowly at first on his dick. Each slide brings new zaps of pleasure coursing down your veins as you drag him against the walls of your tight pussy. A moan echoed throughout the small space as the car rocked from your movements and your sweaty chests rubbed together in delicious friction. You ran a hand up his chest, to the back of his neck before fisting his hair and tugged hard, earning you a rather needy and pained whine.

"Jung, do you like your hair pulled?" You asked, eyes darkened and he nodded his head feverishly.

"Love having my hair pulled by hot women like you," he grunts, digging his fingers deep into the flesh of your ass, hard enough that you knew there would be marks.

"Good," your other hand fists his locks before using the leverage to sink his face into your tits, letting his mouth take one nipple between his teeth as he groans. "That's good, you're so fucking good. Keep doing that, yes. Yes!" You cry out when the sharp tips of his teeth pinch a swollen bud.

You panted and sucked in deep gulps of air, trying desperately to not drown in the onslaught of pleasurable emotions running throughout your bloodstream. He alternates between your breasts, giving your left nipple a squeeze before switching over to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

The wet noises coming from his lapping tongue was music to your ears as the slapping of hips meeting joined it. Your knees ached from the plastic leather of your back seat and you wanted more.

"What's wrong, baby?" You cooed, rolling your hips deeply, hitting just the right spot to make him buck, eyes rolled up as he stares dazedly up at the ceiling of the car. "Use that pretty voice of yours, handsome."

"Fuck baby," he slurs. His brain is fried and he's never had his control stolen so expertly from him. This woman was a demon or an angel sent straight from the heavens. Or maybe hell.

"You never had a girl dominate you before, have you, Jung?" you tease, licking his ear as his body shuddered. His strong arms were on your hips, clutching the soft flesh and you watched how his tattoos flowed with his every movement. Those thighs are seriously chiseled perfection, you thought. "Not so used to having someone else taking the lead, are we?"

"No-ugh," he cut off when he saw you raise your eyebrows and pin his chest to the backseat. "Fuck, okay, yes I'm not usually a bottom!" He admitted and his eyes widened when you clamped a hand over his mouth, looking utterly murderous as he looked up at you. "Fuck. Okay. I'll behave." He mumbled through the muffling palm.

"Much better," you snicker, your hands releasing him as your mouth claimed his own once more. "You like this though, don't you? Like having my pussy wrapped around you?"

“Yes,” Wooyoung said.  

"Having a lady calling all the shots and telling you what to do?" You run a finger over his slick and parted lips.

"Hell yes," he whines as your lips trail his jaw.

"Who do you belong to then?" You asked, stopping just a second before re-focusing on those sexy lips as your own form a smirk.

"You, detective, all you! Just you," Wooyoung rasped, eyes hazy and dazed.

"Such a naughty, naughty boy~" you sighed sweetly, pushing a few sweaty strands from his forehead, revealing his brows, "letting an officer of the law have her way with you like this...some gangster you are, baby~"

Wooyoung bucks wildly when you pick your speed. Harder and faster now, and God, did this man ever look absolutely pretty in the throes of pure and utter lust. He looks fucking magnificent like that. Under you and aching for your mercy.

The both of you managed to somehow switch positions after some struggling and you now lie on the backseat, pressed tightly against the leather seat cushions, legs wrapped firmly around the broad torso of a man on a mission to fuck you. The loud and filthy noise of wet skin slapping and the squelch of your pussy against his girth echoed throughout the space and you found yourself unable to keep the noises of ecstasy quiet.

He huffed above you as his pace never slowed, not for even a single moment. His skin had a glistening sheen and you moaned long and hard, reaching and touching his toned muscles, tracing them lovingly as you lick your dry lips. Wooyoung manages to grin against the crook of your neck, lips seeking a patch of untouched skin before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucking, bruising and you grip his hair, keeping him close, his moaning whine and your grunts echoing within the four corners of the vehicle.

"Such a good boy," you praised, arching your back so he can slam his dick harder and faster into you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rocking your brain. "C'mon. Be a good little fucker and fill me with all you've got, yeah?" 

You tsk when he growled deeply, eyes glinting dangerously as he listened, leaning closer, lips pressing yours hungrily, desperately, breathily, moans and pants the only things you can hear beside your pounding heart.

His hand caresses and strokes your clit while the other grips your hip to steady himself. He fucked you hard and fast, ignoring how the windows were steaming up, the two of you sweating and writhing on top of the plastic seat. Your nails dug and clawed down Wooyoung's muscular shoulders, leaving red stripes, his tattoo, slick with your perspiration, his beautiful black hair ruffled and his pupils dilated as you leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Gotta cum sometime, don't you, big boy?"

You run your hand through his strands and cup the back of his head to hold him against your heaving chest. You rock in tandem with him, lifting a hand up and wrapping it loosely against his neck. You don't squeeze, just feel him. He huffs, breath warm against your cheek as he shakes his head when your tongue flicks his ear again.

Sweat drips down his torso and pooled just above your belly button. His abs, his pecs and his veins bulge. A blush spreads over him as he grunts and huffs out moans.

"Such a nice big, fat cock..." you mewled in his ear, turning the dial of pleasure all the way up as his grip on your waist tightens even more.

"God, woman," he chuckles darkly. His whole body was shaking as if the very foundations of this universe were cracking and he was losing all control over it. "Ah-ah-oh fuuuck."

"You're a bad influence," you sigh breathily in his ear.

"What? Fucking in a car?" he asks.

"Yeah, makes me feel so damn bad," you replied.

"Well...I never got this much out of any woman..." he breathed against your collarbone before licking a stripe. "Nor do I get ordered around like this."

"And you fucking love it," you snickered, arching into him, allowing him to plow further into your dripping, sloppy wet cunt. Your clit, your lips, they all welcomed him, throbbed around him. You groaned, hand traveling to grip at his hips. "Come on, Wooyoung, ride my fucking cunt until you fucking fill me up. If you cum, maybe I'll take you home and give you some more, handsome. Wouldn't you love to stay at my place and fuck me all night long?"

"Oh fucking fuck baby. I'm going to cum," he growls as your pussy begins to twitch. "Holy fucking shit... I-I-can't-"

"Do it, baby. Fucking come inside me,” you moaned.

The sound he makes when his orgasm hits him is feral and primal. Animalistic, that was the only word you could find to describe his noises and grunts. Hot spurts of his semen shoot inside, his cock keeps throbbing and throbbing, and he loses his control. Wooyoung, usually the wild, horny and somewhat unhinged person he always was, was always a top. It had always been that way. But with you, an undercover police detective, Wooyoung wanted to submit and lay his neck under the sole of your pretty feet.

Wooyoung lewdly bites his lip, hips slapping and pushing the hot and thick load of semen deeper and deeper as you arch your back. God, what did he fucking do to have someone that looked that good in his grip. He rides out his orgasm with you writhing in ecstasy, eyes fluttering closed as your own fluids paint his dick, both your bodies shine. The air smelt like sex and the car reeked of a good fucking.

"Good boy," you whisper when he finally pulls out, the semen dripping down onto his and your inner thighs.

"Thank you..." he huffs.

"Get cleaned up and then we're driving to my apartment," you say as you got to your clothes and he nodded weakly.

Wooyoung wasn't quite sure if that was a command or an invitation but if he could see you writhing more for him, he'd be willing to jump into whatever pit the two of you could possibly descend into. He grins at the thought and hummed merrily as he dressed and straightened his clothes.

Your phone rings and you leaned over the edge of the bed, answering it as Wooyoung groaned beside you, stretching out over the sheets. The sun was out, warm and bright and it cast a light sheen on his bare upper body, sweat shimmering and the reflection bounced off his earrings, catching your eye.

"L/N," came your chief's voice.

“Yeah?” you grunt.

"If you are in bed like Mister Kim has told me," he grunted, "then please inform Jung Wooyoung that he's apparently been assigned to stay at your apartment starting tomorrow."

"Sir? Why? I mean," you quickly swallowed to regain some sense of sanity, "why is he being assigned?"

"Mister Kim apparently gave him the order. Jung will help in investigating our case and since the Syndicate is watching your every move, having him show his face around you might throw the enemies off a bit." Chief Ryu says.

"Yeah. Yeah that...that could be true," you murmur as you lean into the pillow, licking your lips. "Of course, sir."

"Take the day off. Mr Kim and I will be discussing further details. Get back into the office tomorrow for debriefing," he sighed before hanging up and you set the phone on the nightstand.

"What's up?" Wooyoung asked, groggily rubbing his eyes. He has pillow creases marking his cheeks and you smiled, scooting over and run a hand down his side, feeling the supple muscle and warm skin.

"Well," you begin and run a thumb over his nipple. He arched up into the touch, sucking in a deep breath as he looked over at you. "Looks like you're living with me from here on out. Hongjoong apparently assigned you to watch my back and investigate this whole thing with me."

"Hmm," he smirked devilishly before letting your fingers glide across his body before grabbing a hold and flipping you over to hover over you. "Suppose I oughta pay him a visit and say thank you, hmm?"

"Wooyoung," you groan.

“Yeah, doll?” Wooyoung asked.

"Stop talking," you muttered before pulling his mouth down into yours.

"Gladly," he sighed against you lips. He was most definitely willing to listen and follow your orders for a time being. 

For now.

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [16]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 15 | Fic Masterlist | Part 17

What's the meaning of this, Your Highness?

As you entered the grand hall, discomfort painted across your features, Jongho and Eunsook trailed closely behind, exchanging concerned glances. The announcement made by the palace staff had only made the prince's intentions abundantly clear to them.

The head maid, not wanting you to feel alone, stepped up beside you to check on you, "Are you feeling alright, mistress?" She inquired. Jongho nodded in agreement from your other side, suggesting, "Yes, perhaps we can leave early if you are not feeling well."

"Miss Jang! Are you not feeling well, my lady?" Yeosang's deep voice interrupted, your eyes widening at his appearance. As you began to perform the formal bow, he quickly halted you by gently grasping your arms, "No need to be so formal with me," He said softly, "If you're feeling unwell, you can come and rest in my chambers."

Jongho and Eunsook froze at the fourth prince's suggestion, dread washing over them. They could only hope you would decline the invitation, but they knew it wasn't their place to intervene. The idea was simply inappropriate; as a married woman, retiring to another man's private chambers was scandalous. If news of this spread, it would undoubtedly tarnish your reputation and bring dishonour to the general's name.

To their relief, you didn't hesitate to shake your head, "Oh dear, no, Your Highness. Thank you for the offer, but I was simply taken aback by the grandeur of everything. It's my first time attending such a prestigious event, and perhaps I just need a moment to take it all in."

That wasn't entirely untrue, as you finally seized the opportunity to marvel at your surroundings. While your husband's estate was luxurious, it paled in comparison to the opulence of the royal palace. Palace servants bustled about, ensuring everything was flawless. However, you couldn't help but notice the absence of banquet guests, which surprised and unsettled you.

Yeosang fought hard to conceal any disappointment, maintaining a composed smile at your response, "Ah, yes, indeed. How inconsiderate of me not to offer you a tour of the palace first, especially after the delightful tour you provided me at General Park's estate. I believe it's only right for me to return the favour now."

You blinked, "B-but the banquet—"

The prince grinned, cutting you off, "As you can see, you've arrived quite early, my lady. The other guests are not here yet, so I might as well keep you entertained until the event officially begins."

The assistant and head maid were deeply uneasy about the situation unfolding before them as they watched you, left with not much of a choice, agreed unsurely to the so-called tour. It was evident to them that this must be part of Yeosang's scheme. Jongho had ensured your departure from the estate was precisely timed; you couldn't have arrived too early.

"Fantastic! Now, if you'll just come with me," His Highness beckoned as the three of you began to follow him. Just as you started to move, he turned around smugly with an additional suggestion, "Oh, actually, your staff can stay behind if they'd like. That way, we can converse more freely, just the two of us, as we did back at the general's estate. What do you say, Miss Jang?"

It took everything in Eunsook to resist the urge to firmly remind the prince that you already belonged to another.

Similarly agitated by Yeosang's persistence, Jongho silently prayed that Seonghwa had received his letter. Despite being well aware of the impropriety of distracting the general during wartime, after much consideration and discussion with the other guys, they concluded that your husband deserved to be informed of the situation.

Fortunately, you offered a reassuring smile to your two chaperones before turning to address the fourth prince, "I'm sure that would not be necessary, Your Highness. I prefer having them close just in case I require any assistance."

As they witnessed your resolute refusal of the offer, Jongho and Eunsook felt a surge of pride. Truthfully, they had been anxious since Hongjoong had confided in them about the doubts you were harbouring regarding Seonghwa. But they dared not bring it up, wary of your potential reaction. Though a part of them had worried you might be swayed by Yeosang's charms, your firm stance reassured them of your unwavering loyalty to the general.

However, they couldn't shake off the sly glint still evident in the prince's eyes. He seemed oddly pleased despite your rejection to spend time alone with him. That troubled them deeply, and the two exchanged worried glances, silently contemplating what else he could possibly have in store.

With a light chuckle, His Highness replied, "Very well then, I suppose they could come along. This way, my lady. I know a few places you'll find intriguing."

Unlike your husband's staff, you were entirely unaware of Yeosang's intentions. Even then, there was just an inexplicably ominous aura to his demeanour that unsettled you, further intensifying your longing for Seonghwa. The banquet had barely even begun, but you already felt mentally exhausted, wanting nothing more than to rely on the general as you always had.

I miss you, Park Seonghwa.

Before you could dwell on thoughts of your beloved and his well-being, you suddenly recognised the surroundings. The enchanting cherry blossom garden, where you had first met the prince, spread out before you, "Do you remember this place, my lady?" He asked, his tone soft with nostalgia, "It has become my favourite spot in all of the palace since meeting you."

"How could I ever forget, Your Highness?" You replied, momentarily causing Jongho and Eunsook's hearts to sink until you continued with a genuinely innocent smile, "This garden is the only place I've had the pleasure of visiting so far."

Although your response should have let him down, Yeosang found his heart melting at your sincerity. It only served to deepen his admiration for you, knowing that you weren't one to offer insincere compliments or put on a fake smile just because of his status. You were simply yourself, and he found that utterly captivating.

As the four of you neared one of the garden's tallest and most exquisite cherry blossom trees, you found yourself gazing upward in awe at the falling petals, taking in the breathtaking sight. The beauty of the place was undeniable, and you couldn't help but imagine spending hours strolling around and admiring the flowers if this were your home.

His Highness watched you beneath the gently falling pink blossoms, feeling his heart swell with warmth. The scene before him was like a painting, and he longed to preserve it in his memory forever. Just standing there with you, experiencing this moment, filled him with an overwhelming desire to give you everything he had. It was a new and unfamiliar feeling for him, this deep sense of affection for another person. For the first time, he found himself completely enamoured by someone's presence.

"It truly is a sight to behold, isn't it?" You nodded wordlessly in response to the prince's question, reaching out to catch some of the delicate flowers before he continued, "You know, perhaps it's not too late to change your favourite flower from lotus to cherry blossoms."

Though his words seemed simple and harmless, they carried a subtle yet unmistakable implication. This was apparent to the assistant, the head maid, and, for once, to you as well. Deep in thought, you pondered the best way to respond to his suggestion. Somehow, you sensed a deeper meaning in his words from the determined look in his eyes that were almost silently urging you to choose him.

With a soft smile, you caught a falling flower, "Thank you, Your Highness. Cherry blossoms are indeed beautiful, but I still prefer lotus flowers. You see, cherry blossoms may be stunning when they bloom, but they also fall quite fast. To me, the lotus represents endurance and resilience, as it thrives in adverse conditions and blooms beautifully despite its surroundings."

This time, you hoped the prince understood the subtle implication behind your words. The short lifespan of cherry blossoms symbolised fleeting happiness, whereas the lotus embodied strength and perseverance through difficulties—a sentiment you hoped would mirror the love shared between you and Seonghwa.

Jongho and Eunsook exchanged a subtle glance, their smiles growing wider as they registered the meaning of your response.

Meanwhile, Yeosang's composure faltered ever so slightly at your polite rejection. The light in his eyes dimmed momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure, masking any hint of disappointment, "Understood, my lady," He replied with a gracious nod, "You do make a good point. Since we've already been here before, let us move on to the next location then."

As he guided you through various parts of the palace, you found yourself fascinated by the history and beauty of each location. The royal library, with its towering shelves of ancient texts, stirred a sense of awe in you as the prince shared stories of his lessons there. The astronomy tower offered a breathtaking view, and you marvelled at the cityscape from above.

In the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the air, His Highness confessed with a mischievous grin that he often snuck in for a late-night snack. You couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, finding his playful side endearing.

However, as Yeosang led you past the main hall where morning assemblies with His Majesty were held, Jongho's earlier worries resurfaced. Despite the seemingly innocent nature of the tour, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him. Each step further into the heart of the palace felt like a step into unknown territory, and he feared what might happen next.

The assistant's breath caught in his throat as he realised the path the fourth prince was leading you down, the daunting sight of the palace torture chambers coming into view.

No, not this place. Anywhere but here.

In the warzone on the other side of the nation, General Officer Song grappled with his own internal conflicts as he tightly gripped the letters from Jongho and Prince Yeosang. He felt a strong reluctance to deliver them to his superior.

The truth was that General Park had sustained injuries in his recent and one of the more challenging battles. While the situation had calmed down and most of the enemy troops were either strewn lifelessly across the battlefield or had retreated to their camps, Seonghwa's injury had been kept secret to prevent causing panic within their army, following the general's direct orders.

Mingi stood in the makeshift office tent, the letters weighing heavily in his hands. His mind raced with thoughts, torn between his duty as a military officer and his concern for General Park's well-being.

On one hand, keeping the letters hidden seemed like the logical course of action. They were in the midst of a war, and any distraction for their most crucial member could be detrimental to their efforts. Having Seonghwa away from camp for personal matters could compromise their military strategy and the safety of their troops.

Yet, on the other hand, he couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility towards the general and his relationship with Lady Park. If he withheld this crucial information and something were to happen between you and the prince, he would bear the blame. The thought of Seonghwa's potential anguish at being kept in the dark about his wife's situation weighed heavily on him.

With no time to spare for further contemplation, a soldier from the medical team entered the tent, "Officer Song, the general's condition has stabilised. You're permitted to see him in his private tent now."

Acknowledging the news with a nod, the military strategist expressed his gratitude, "Understood. Thank you, soldier. I'll head there immediately."

Not wasting another second, Mingi made his way over to General Park's tent, his concern for his friend overriding any other thought for now. As he pushed aside the tent flap and stepped inside, his heart lurched at the sight before him.

The usually formidable military commander lay in bed, his complexion pale and his once-strong demeanour replaced by one of weakness. Seonghwa's hand was clenched tightly around the bandages covering his abdomen, his expression a mixture of pain and discomfort.

"Hyung-nim," Officer Song's voice was filled with worry as he approached the bedside, "How are you feeling?"

Suppressing a wince, the general released a breathy chuckle, "I'm fine, Mingi," He reassured, though his tone lacked conviction, "I've never seen you look this bothered before. It's almost funny."

The taller man scoffed in response, "And I've never seen you in pain like this before. But this isn't funny."

Seonghwa waved off his friend's concern with a weak smile, "Don't worry, it's just a scratch," He insisted, though his tone contradicted his words, "One of those sneaky bastards on the battlefield played dead. I let my guard down for a moment, and he took advantage of it."

Mingi's eyes widened in alarm, "And he managed to graze you?"

Nodding grimly, the general replied, "Yes, it could have been worse if I hadn't reacted in time. But it's strange. The wound shouldn't hurt this much, considering it's just a graze. Perhaps it's my age catching up with me. After all, I'm not as young as I used to be," He admitted ruefully, "But it's nothing serious. Just a minor setback."

Relieved that his superior seemed to be in stable condition, the strategist decided it was best to allow his friend some much-needed rest. With a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he advised, "You should probably rest up. We can't have you bedridden for long. I'll keep watch for now."

As he moved to leave the tent, the general posed a question, stopping him abruptly in his tracks, "Wait, Mingi, did anything happen while I was being treated earlier?" The taller man froze, his hand pressing on the papers he had kept in his pocket anxiously. He debated whether to reveal the contents of the letters now or wait until Seonghwa was in a better state.

He hesitated, grappling with the weight of his decision. After a moment's pause, he opted to keep the letters from your husband. Turning to offer a strained smile to the general, he denied any incident, "No, nothing happened. Don't worry, hyung-nim."

Seonghwa nodded slowly, his brows furrowing slightly, "I see."

A heavy silence hung between them until the strategist broke it with a forced cough, "I should probably head out now."

Before he could move, the general's voice cut through the air with accusation, "Do you honestly think me a fool, Officer Song? I offered you a chance for honesty, yet you persist in deceit. I may be injured, but I am not deaf. I heard the messenger loud and clear. Now, hand me my letters."

Mingi cursed inwardly, realising his mistake in attempting to deceive the great General Park. Sputtering, he reluctantly retrieved the crumpled letters from his pocket before handing them over, "I-I'm sorry, hyung-nim... I didn't mean to—"

Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief, snatching the papers from his friend's grasp, "I know you only did what you thought was right, just as you always do. But we both know you're a dumbass when it comes to anything outside of war strategising."

The taller man sighed as he observed the general's expression darkening further with each word he read from both letters. His fists clenched tightly as he digested the contents of the prince's letter, the paper tearing at the edges from his grip.

This son of a—

Jongho's prayers seemed to be answered as his master finally received his letter, but merely reading it wouldn't be enough to fix any of the damage the fourth prince was about to inflict.

As you gazed at the looming building ahead, an odd sense of dread filled your stomach, signalling that it probably wasn't a place any of you should be near. Yeosang's grin only heightened your apprehension, "Do you know what this place is, my lady?" His question struck fear into the assistant, who now realised the prince's strategy. Casting an anxious glance at Eunsook, his eyes conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Previously confident in your faithfulness to your husband, they now harboured doubts.

Blinking rapidly, you croaked out, "I'm afraid I'm not too sure, Your Highness. But perhaps we should head back to the hall; we've been gone for a while now."

The prince shook his head dismissively, "You're always so thoughtful, my lady, but the banquet can wait. Come on, aren't you curious? This is a place General Park frequents. Surely, you'd be interested to learn what he does here." Your blood ran cold in an instant, sensing the conversation was taking a dangerous turn.

"I'm sure Assistant Choi has become quite familiar with this place by now, haven't you? You're always here to pick the general up after he finishes his sessions." Yeosang remarked, amused, as he observed the younger man struggling to respond.

Smirking, he went on, "Welcome, Miss Jang, to the palace torture chambers. I thought it'd be enlightening to show you where your... husband typically conducts important duties. You must have been curious about his activities during his working hours."

The revelation hit you like a tidal wave, freezing you in place. This was where your family had suffered, where Seonghwa had overseen their punishments, as San had explained. The weight of the truth settled heavily on your shoulders, sending a shiver down your spine as horror and disbelief mingled within you.

Jongho and Eunsook exchanged a look filled with desperation. They silently prayed for some miracle to whisk them away from this awful place. Oh, how they wished their master could appear now, but they knew it was nothing more than a wistful hope.

Your silence seemed to fuel Yeosang's discourse, "We should be thankful for General Park's services to the nation, of course," He continued, his tone dripping with faux gratitude, "Only the lord knows how many war criminals and spies he had tortured behind these walls to protect us."

Feigning contemplation, he added, "And if I remember correctly, he was also here when the Jang family underwent their physical punishments. Though I'm sure the general must have already informed you of that," He glanced at Eunsook, who lowered her head, her eyes shut tightly in fear of your reaction, "Especially how he made sure to spend extra hours with the former minister post-punishment."

Extra hours...?

Your heart plummeted to the lowest pit of your stomach as his words sank in. Did your husband do more than just supervise the punishments? The implications gnawed at your mind, and a thousand questions raced through your head. What else could Seonghwa have possibly done to your father? Dread washed over you in waves as you struggled to comprehend the truth behind the prince's insinuations.

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"General Park! Where is he?!" The military doctor rushed into the main tent in a panic after realising Seonghwa was nowhere to be found in his private tent.

Mingi looked up from his documents, "My apologies, I should have informed you earlier to prevent any unnecessary alarm. The general mentioned feeling slightly better and had left camp to return home briefly for a family emergency."

"He left?! Is he making the journey back to the city alone?" The physician squeaked, eyes widening in alarm.

Officer Song nodded, his brows furrowed, "Yes, doc. What's wrong? You're scaring me."

Gulping nervously, the doctor retrieved the dagger used by the enemy earlier, "We found it unusual for such a small wound to affect the general so severely. We ran some tests on the weapon and..."

Mingi began to rise from his seat immediately, anxiety was evident in his expression, "Tell me, what did you find?"

"This dagger was laced with poisonous viper venom. It's potent enough to cause damage to his internal organs. He's lucky it was just a graze, but even so, we can't be sure how much venom has entered his system. He requires thorough treatment to prevent the poison from spreading."

Shit, shit, SHIT.

I AM SO SORRY! Okay, I know I said there would be drama in this part, and believe me when I say this, I fully intended to include it in this part in the beginning... but I am planning to end the story in part 20. So, after careful calculations, seems like it's only right to put the climax in part 17.

Also, it's official! There will be spinoff stories for the other members, I'm so excited! I hope you are too! As always, thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts! <3

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Coppélia

Chapter 7 - The Lion's Den

Chapter Summary - Y/N Is urged to meet with some of the other women involved in high society to gain some close friends and she decides to drag Mia with her. Y/N starts to realize the boys may not be as friendly as they seem.

warnings: mentions of murder, Seonghwa injures reader (MDNI)

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It had been almost two weeks since I had started living with the boys. Yunho and Jongho were still pretty stand-offish, not really bothering to make conversation unless absolutely necessary. Yeosang however, had gotten better.

I figured he was shy from the start, but after I thanked him for filling my wardrobe he started asking simple questions like how my day was. It wasn't a lot, but it was progress.

Hongjoong and San had backed off a little, not actively seeking me out like the remaining three. Mingi, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung were a lot more social, Wooyoung would come and find me the second they'd come home during the workweek to tell me everything before I left for the Society, at least what he could tell me anyway.

Seonghwa's gifts hadn't stopped, however, they had broadened from simple Gardenias (Though he kept fresh ones on the dresser in my room for me). Mingi often played piano after dinner, sometimes, he'd play something from the show or past shows just to see me dance.

He always smiled so brightly when I would.

Seonghwa was the one who suggested I go to a ladies brunch over dinner. I'd glance around at the others who made no objection.

"Ladies Brunch?" I ask.

"All the women that our allies are involved with get together once a month for a ladies brunch. You should go." Seonghwa explains, bringing his fork to his mouth.

"Are there many?" I ask.

"Normally there's around 10 or 11, depending on who's available," Seonghwa says. "You could bring a friend if you like, maybe Mia?"

I nod at the mention of Mia. It would be good to see her again and catch her up on everything in person. Besides meeting other women, hopefully around my age, would probably do me some good. Maybe some of them could explain what the men actually did.

And that's why I agreed.

"You think any of them are like... Murderers?" Mia asks me as we sit in her family's limousine. "I mean, they're involved in families known to be involved in the mafia so.."

She wasn't wrong. After I had invited her, Mia had one of Marks's friends dig up some information about some of the women we'd be meeting. Jeno Lee was always pretty good at that.

Kazuko Takanashi was the fiancé to the CEO of the SVT Association, Choi Seungcheol. A large modeling and fashion company much like the one my father owned, their rival if you will. She was beautiful and worked as a model for their more expensive pieces. I assumed her husband-to-be would only allow it as such.

Park Minji was born into high society, her father running a car company. She was dating one of the leaders of SKZ Foundation, a military company, Seo Changbin. She didn't do much, but there were rumors that she was an excellent hacker.

Those were the only ones I could remember from the list, but I knew there were so many more. I recognized some of the companies, a little surprised some of them were still running.

We arrived at the club we were to meet at, one owned by the husband of one of the women we were to meet, Nari.

"Mia, don't say anything rude," I warn, getting out of the car.

"I'm not promising anything." She quips, following me.

We head inside, it's empty aside from the small group of maybe six women sitting at a long table, laughing and drinking already. I glance at Mia who looks back at me, gesturing with her head to go towards them.

I hesitate before approaching slowly. Kazuko was there, and Minji too. They looked so much friendlier in person. I clear my throat, causing one I didn't recognize to look up. She offers me a kind smile before standing.

"You must be Y/N!" She says, approaching the two of us. "And you're Mia Hua right?" Mia nods in response.

"I'm Kate. Come sit." She says, gesturing to some empty seats. "It's just us today, the others couldn't make it."

I take a seat beside Minji, her dyed blonde hair shimmering in the overhead light. Mia sits on my other side, shifting in her seat. Kate starts to introduce everyone, and my memory comes back to me; Minji, Jaehwa, Asami, Kazuko, Liv, and Kate herself. Easy enough.

I knew Asami was the oldest based on what I remembered. She was born into high society much like Minji however, she runs her own company, a tech company alongside a friend of hers, Taeyong.

Jaehwa was the younger sister of Nari, I knew she had joined the military for two years because she 'wanted to scratch an itch'. I could tell it paid off, her tan skin and muscular frame seemed oddly attractive.

Liv was a part of the TBZ Association, a law firm. I could tell she was studying me the minute I sat down, her eyes unmoving and unblinking as they stared me down. Like a predator hunting prey.

"So, ATZ Corp chose you huh?" Jaehwa asks, her voice deep. "I heard you're a dancer."

"Ballerina." I correct, noticing the quirk of Asami's eyebrow. "I'm a Ballerina for the Ballet Society."

Kazuko takes a sip of her drink. "I went to one of your shows, you're quite good." She says, glancing at me. There was something comforting about her words, yet I kept my guard up.

"What's the show?" Minji asks, her Australian accent thick.

"Coppèlia I'm pretty sure." Kazuko answers, leaning back in her seat.

"Never heard of it." Jaehwa says, elbow now propped up on the table.

I listen to the women talk. They seem friendly enough, and at least three of them are anyway. Asami looks at me before finally speaking.

"Something you wanna say?" She asks, her eyes boaring into mine. "If you have questions you can ask."

A part of me felt relieved she'd said that, opening a door for all the questions I'd had piled up to spill out. Kate gave me a reassuring look, nodding slightly for me to speak.

"I'm... It's been a long time since I've been in this life." I start. "It's all so different now.. And they guys won't tell me anything no matter how much I ask."

"It was like that for me too." Kazuko says. "I was born in the bronx. When I met Seungcheol, none of his friends or even him would tell me anything about what they did even though I grew up on the other end of it all."

I listened to her. These women had come from all different parts of society. Some are working their way up, and some are fighting to survive even now. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.

"When Seungcheol asked me to marry him, I told him no unless he told me everything." Kazuko continues. "Eventually, he caved when he realised I was serious."

"So I threaten them?" I ask.

"Definitely don't do that!" Liv laughs, finally speaking. Her voice was sweet. Maybe she was just shy. "ATZ don't take nicely to threats."

"So what do I do?" I ask.

"Ask us." Kate says, reaching a hand over. "We won't hide anything from you."

I nod, taking a deep breath before glancing at Mia, who seems a little too invested now.

"Be honest with me. Do they hurt people?"

"Obviously, it's the mafia." Asami says. "We have to kill to keep those close to us safe. Greed is evil, and those who let it consume them will always try to take what isn't theirs."

I stare at Asami, and the bluntness in her tone causes goosebumps to coat my skin.

"The boys kill, yes, but most of the time it's business or for protection reasons. There's some corrupt companies out there, ones that kill the weak for sport. Like Belluxe." Kazuko spits, my head snaps to her hefore quickly composing myself. My fathers company? Killing for sport?

"After everything that happened with Aurora, I'm surprised they decided to let another one in." Jaehwa says, causing me to perk up at the name.

"You knew her?" I ask.

"Of course we did." Liv says, her eyes softening slightly. "I miss her sometimes... She was always a voice of reason."

"She was a fool." Asami says. "Stuck her nose in something she shouldn't have. That's what got her killed."

My blood ran cold at Asami's words. Her tone was so indifferent, like she was angry.

Aurora was killed? Because she was investigating something? But what?

"Asami!" Kate scolds.

"It's the truth!" Asami barks. "Nothing would have happened if she'd just-" Asami stops herself and lets out a sigh before standing. "Excuse me." She mutters, heading off in the direction of the bathroom.

"You'll have to excuse her." Minji says quietly to me. "She cares a lot more then she lets on."

"Aurora was killed?" Mia asks. I'd spoken to her about Aurora the night of my first day living with ATZ. She was just as curious as I was.

"She was investigating some suspicious activity even when Hongjoong told her not to." Jaehwa says. "She got too far in and ended up getting herself killed."

"What was the suspicious activity?" I ask, glancing at Kazuko.

"Do you remember the Cobra?" She asks us. Mia and I nod. The Cobra was a serial killer who caused some grief to a lot of businesses years back. He'd kill runners, undercover workers, and sometimes even leaders in gruesome ways to get his message across. His tell; all of his victims were found with poison in their system.

"But The Cobra disappeared when we were kids?" Mia questions.

"He came back. Briefly." Kate says.

"Well, there were rumours." Liv corrects. "That's what Aurora was investigating."

Aurora was trying to catch a serial killer and was killed when she got too close? Why didn't the boys tell me this? Was there more to it?

"Enough about Aurora." Jaehwa murmers as Asami returns.

The topic shifted rather quickly.

It was almost 6pm when I returned back to the estate. Seonghwa was sitting in the living room, waiting for my return.

"How was it?" He asks, not looking up from the book he was reading, Frankenstein.

"Enlightening," I answer, my tone indifferent. I was upset at them. I'd learned more from women I'd just met in a few hours than the 8 men I had been living with for almost 2 weeks.

The girls had told me all about their work, giving me some idea of what was going on in the basement as well as outside of the house that I probably would never see.

Seonghwa recognizes my tone and sighs, marking his page in his book before setting it down on the coffee table. He stands, moving in front of me now, staring down at me with a cold look.

"How much do you know?"

"Enough," I answer, staring back up at him, I hear footsteps thud to a stop behind me, whoever it was listening closely. "Funny how I can trust complete strangers more than the men I'm supposed to be with."

"If you don't trust us, why did you come back?" The voice, Hongjoong, says from behind me. I don't jump at his voice, only turning to look at him. I had nowhere else to go. The answer was as simple as that.

On the second day of my stay, I woke up to all my things from my old apartment tucked away in the corner of my room. Wooyoung had gone to collect my things and speak to my landlord that night, at least that's what he said.

"You know why," I say, my blood boiling at the teasing grin on his face. Here we go again, being laughed at. Maybe I should have stayed at Mia's tonight.

"Dinners ready!" Wooyoung calls out from the other room. "Is Y/N home?" He asks, poking his head out from behind the connecting archway.

"You could have told me she was killed." I blurt out, my gaze on Wooyoung but my words are aimed at all of them. "Did you think I couldn't handle it?" I say, looking up at Seonghwa once again.

"They told you?" Seonghwa asks, his voice low.

"Yes, because unlike you they recognize that I can handle myself." I snap, poking his chest. Big mistake. He snatches my wrist, gripping it tightly. My eyes widen and I try and pull away, Hongjoong and Wooyoung make no move to step in.

"You listen to me," Seonghwa says, his voice coming out as a growl. The gentleman I knew was long gone now. There was something sinister in his eyes as he looked down at me, the size difference suddenly feeling a lot larger the tighter he held my wrist. "You won't ask any more questions about what happened. You will not go investigating it yourself and you certainly will not ask others. That includes our housekeepers." He says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

I glance at Wooyoung, his face void of emotion as he watches from the archway. Shit.

"If I find out you have, you'll never step foot from this house ever again. Say goodbye to Mia, the Society, everything." He warns.

"Seonghwa." Hongjoong finally speaks up. Seonghwa's knuckles are white from how tightly he was gripping my wrist. "Let her go. She's gotten the hint." Hongjoong says, taking a step forward.

Seonghwa lets go and I pull back, bumping into Hongjoong. I jump away from him, backing up into the foyer. I stare back at them with wide eyes, clutching my wrist as they stare back at me. A sick feeling overcomes me as I mutter out three words before scurrying up the stairs.

"I'm not hungry."

Mingi had come upstairs to check on me a few hours later. He carried a plate of food in his hands and his expression adorned a pouty expression. Surprisingly, I let him in.

He sets the plate of food down on my dresser before taking a seat on the loveseat by the window.

"Wooyoung told us what happened." He says, holding his hand out and glancing down at my wrist. I hesitate for a moment before letting him take it. His touch was gentle as he examined the light bruise, his eyebrows furrowing. "I didn't think Seonghwa would ever hurt you.."

"Yeah, me too." I huff, looking down at the ground. "I guess I was wrong to trust you all so quickly."

"Trust is human nature, it's who we gift it to that could come with consequences." He says softly, moving his hand from my wrist and holding my hand in his. I feel some butterflies flutter in my stomach as he does. "I'll beat him up for you tomorrow if you want." He says, causing me to snort.

"There's no need." I laugh, squeezing his hand which makes his eyes sparkle. At least I still had Mingi. I let out a soft sigh, moving to sit beside him. "Why are you guys so hesitant to tell me about her?" I ask, staring at the floor.

"Some of us want to," Mingi says honestly. "But it's a sensitive topic." He adds.

"I understand that," I say. "But that doesn't mean I'm not curious. Why can't I look into her death? I know it has something to do with The Cobra." I look at him and he looks at me.

"Why do you say that like it's personal?" He asks, his deep voice breaking through the brief silence.

I hesitate again for a moment. "Because it is," I say. Maybe if I'm honest with him, he'll be honest with me. But I didn't want to tell him the whole story, it hurt too much to even think about.

Then the realization hit me.

That's why they didn't want to talk about Aurora. It was too personal. It brought feelings to the surface that they wanted to forget about. It made sense now, and a feeling of guilt settled in my stomach.

Mingi must have picked up on my conflict of emotions, as he cups my cheek to bring me back to him.

"I won't stop you from finding answers." He says softly. "But that doesn't mean the others won't try. And I can't protect you if that happens."

I nod in response. It's like he knew already, my mind went back to the night we first met. He'd known I grew up in high society, did he know what happened to Chaluai?

"Thank you," I whisper, our faces not resisting the magnetic pull.

"For what?" He murmurs, not pulling away as he glances down at my lips.

"For understanding," I say as our noses brush.

Then, our lips met. The kiss was featherlike like he was scared to hurt me any further. When we pull away, he rests his forehead on mine briefly.

"Give them time." He says softly, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. "They'll stop taking you for granted eventually."

With that, he stands, pulling away from me slowly as if a part of him was telling him to stay.

I watch him as he heads towards the door, offering him a goodnight before he shuts the door behind him, leaving me in the silence of my thoughts once again.

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the mafia boss’s wife

Pairing: Seonghwa x Y/N

Tropes: mafia husband au, arranged marriage (briefly mentioned), hurt/ comfort, danger, protective seonghwa

T/W: descriptions of a physical assault + subsequent injuries, cursing

Words: 2k

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“Are you sure you’re done, Y/N?”

Startled from pushing the peas around on your plate, you looked up into Mingi’s eyes. Of course, everyone had noticed that you had only managed to take a few bites of your dinner, but only he would be bold enough to call you out on it.

You scrunched your nose. “Yea. I just feel kinda beat actually.” Work had been a lot lately, and you just wanted to snuggle under your covers and put an end to such a long week.

Seonghwa squeezed your thigh under the table in comfort. You turned to look at your mafia husband, a soft smile on your lips. He looked at you with worry in his eyes. Your heart softened at such an expression of concern from him; he was usually so stoic (with everyone else but you, that is). It had intimidated you so much at the beginning of your arranged marriage before you saw his deeply caring nature and kind heart.

You shook your head gently at his unspoken question before addressing the rest of the boys. “I’m just gonna head to bed. I’ll see ya when I see ya. Be safe.”

Jongho waved, Yeosang and San nodded at you emphatically, Wooyoung rolled his eyes “You worry too much, Y/N,” and Hongjoong and Yunho wished you a good night’s sleep.

Seonghwa kept a hold of your hand as you got up and walked you to the double doors of the massive dining room. “Do you want me to walk you up, my love?” 

You pushed his shoulder lightly. “No, you haven’t even finished dinner. Besides, I know you guys are hitting the South Bay tonight. Don’t think you can get anything past me, and I want you to go in as prepared as you can. I alsoo know you won’t discuss the details in front of me.”

He pressed his lips to your wrist, his eyes alight with mischief and danger. “My beautiful wife. You really do worry too much. We will be fine.”

You just looked at him and bit your lip, as your mind drew up all kinds of scenarios in which you lost him. He knew you well enough after 2 years of marriage though and pulled you out of your spiral before it could get too drastic.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He lifted your chin up for you to meet his eyes. “The job tonight is child’s play; we could do it blindfolded. And, you know that I will always always do everything in my power to come back home to you.” 

 At the absolute certainty in his voice, the knot in your chest released a little. You put your head against his chest. “Wake me up when you’re back.”

“Y/N..” His pout really was too adorable.

You looked up at him seriously. “I’m serious. I need to know you’re safe, as soon as possible.”

He sighed. “Alright, alright. You know I can never say no to you. Torture me, sure. Make me disturb your rest when you look like an angel, I’d love to.”

You chuckled at his antics and pushed him back to the table.

“Be safe. I love you.”

“Goodnight, baby!”

You smiled to yourself as you walked up the three flights of stairs and across the landing to your wing of the house. 

As you entered your room, something felt off. You looked around, trying to convince your overactive mind that you were imagining the negative energy. You made to take a step towards your bathroom, when your eyes strayed back to the curtain fluttering in the wind. You never left the window open. Before you could scream, you felt a hand wrap around your mouth. 

“Let’s keep this simple. You come with us quietly. And we let you live. You make a sound. You die a slow death when we get to where we need to go. Got it?”

You froze, and fear coursed through your body. Keep your head. Stay calm. Before you were a mafia boss’s wife, you were a mafia boss’s daughter. You were trained for situations like these. 

You struggled to the right. As expected, the assailant’s grip tightened. He clearly had not expected a fight and was trying to adjust his footing to manage. But you had managed your goal. You grabbed the nail file from the dresser you had stumbled into and jammed it backwards, hoping it would hit his eye. From his sudden release, it had. Falling forward, you rushed toward where the panic button was on the other side of the room. You were almost there when a hand grabbed you around the ankle and pulled you down. Your head slammed down on the floor. Your lip felt warm where you had bit it on impact. As you began to be dragged backwards, you used the momentum to twist around and kick your other foot in his face. You noticed a scar across his eye. The one second it took to break the hold was all you needed. You crawled forward that last inch and pressed the button. 

The immediacy left you. Help was on the way. Seonghwa would be here soon. In the meantime, there was nothing around you to use as a weapon, and this guy had a foot and a half on you. He was already up before you could form a game plan. He grabbed you around the throat and slammed you back into the wall. 

“You’re gonna pay for that, you little bitch.” At least he wasn’t going to kidnap you immediately. That gave the guys a chance to get to your room in time. You tried to hold on as black spots danced around your vision.

No sooner had the thought crossed your mind when you distantly heard the door slam open and a cacophony of voices. 

The pressure around your throat released. You sank down to the ground, trying to recover and remain alert enough to help in the fight. Hands immediately grabbed you and started to carry you across your room back to the door. The heat of a body in front of you and behind you. You gulped the air down. 

“Y/N, Y/N, can you breathe? Are you ok?”

Yunho set you down at the threshold of the door but kept his arms around you until Wooyoung stepped back to keep a hold of you. Yeosang rushed past the both of you, yelling back that he was getting the first aid kit.

As your vision cleared, you finally took in the state of the fight. San and Jongho were checking all the entrances and exits, presumably for other attackers. Hongjoong was simultaneously piling up all the attacker’s weapons and yelling at someone on the phone. Mingi and Yunho, being the tallest, were trying their best to hold Seonghwa back. He was moving so fast, he looked like a blur. The intruder wasn’t even moving anymore, and his face was already just a smear of red. 

A shaky breath left you. The danger was over. You needed Seonghwa now. 

Jongho joined you and Wooyoung. Your knees gave out beneath you. They shared a look of alarm, but they understood immediately. You were strong enough for the fight, but now that the fight was done, you needed just one thing. San saw you collapse and rushed over to you.

“Ya, hyung!” You don’t know who called to him, but he didn’t listen. 

You had never seen Seonghwa in such a rage. On the few occasions where the guys had let you witness some of the action, he took on the role of taunting the target, toying with them until he got what he needed or beating up the victims almost lazily. Now he was focused and lethal. He moved with such precision; it was almost beautiful. You didn’t think he would ever stop. 

At this point, Hongjoong was also trying to restrain Seonghwa . “Y/N needs you!”

He slowed down at the mention of your name but didn’t stop.

Your voice was just a broken whisper. “Seonghwa.”

He stilled. It took one second. And then he was rushing towards you. His hands cradled your face. The look on his face was one you would never forget. 

He said nothing; his eyes anguished.

“We need to treat her injuries, hyung.”

He closed his eyes briefly before they opened again, and he nodded. His hands slipped down to hold you up, and Yeosang led the way to the next room. You sat down on the couch, but Seonghwa’s hold never loosened. All you could do was look at each other while Yeosang prepared some gauze. 

You watched him with gratitude. You were alive. You had not laid your eyes on him for the last time. He was here. You were here. You had time, hopefully a whole lifetime together- it had not been cut short tonight. The aches and pains suddenly left you, and you almost let loose as hysterical giggle at how happy you were. 

As joyful as you were, it quickly gave way to concern as you took in the look in his eyes. Eyes that swirled with pain and guilt. Sighing, you recognized immediately what was eating at him.

“Seonghwa, I’m fine.”

Anger blazed in them now. “You are not fine.”

“It’s just a few bruises. I’m okay.”

He turned to Yeosang, who quickly jumped into a status report. “From what I could see so far, she has superficial bruises on her throat, ankle, and wrists. The bleeding on her face is just from her lip but has already stopped bleeding. If I’m right, then he probably grabbed you, you fell, and that’s how you busted your lip. If that’s true, I wanna make sure you don’t have a concussion from hitting your head when that happened. Otherwise, some painkillers, a lot of rest, and she will be fine, hyung.”

The thunderous expression on his face did not waver, however. 

You sighed and looked back at Yeosang and lifted your eyebrows. He took the hint and left. You could hear whispers commence outside and were touched at the guys’ concern for you, but it would have to wait. Seonghwa had opened his mouth angrily to protest, but you turned in his arms before he could.

“Thank you for saving me.” A few tears slipped out as you recalled how close it had been. His fury morphed into worry, and he wiped your tears as he held you gently.

“I know you’re concerned about me-”

“That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” His voice was full of angst.

Your hands came up to either side of his face.

“I promise you- I am okay. This is nothing compared to how bad it could have been- what he promised to do. I know it hurts you when I’m hurt. I’m sorry.” You pressed your forehead against his.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. It’s me who should be apologizing. I promised you the day I married you that I would never ever let anything hurt you. I.. I can’t even begin to start apologizing for that- I can’t live with myself. I couldn’t if something happened to you-”

“Sh, sh. Nothing happened to me. You got to me in time. You protected me. You can’t control everything. You did your best. I feel safest with you. Now, please stop this and just hold me.” Something in his eyes gave a little. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had kind of a tiring night.”

He chuckled weakly at your attempt at levity. “I’m all yours. Anything you need. Forever.”

You smiled enthusiastically. 

“After you get patched up and take some pain meds.” 

You huffed at him but stuck your pinky out. “Deal.” 

Everyone outside was probably eavesdropping, because no sooner had he said that the guys started filing in, crying out in concern and settling around you and Seonghwa.

You smiled at everyone, rolled your eyes against Seonghwa’s indignation and hovering behavior when WooSan barely jostled you, and nestled against him anyways. Your ear to his heart.

“I figured out a way for you to live with yourself by the way.” 

His hands stroked through your hair. “Oh? What’s that?”

A mean little smile to copy his. “Revenge.”

His laugh was hearty. You were lulled to sleep.

[beenbaanbuun]

the pet w/ poly!addams!matz

upon spending more and more time with your lovers, more things that have been kept well guarded secrets from the rest of the world seem to reveal themselves to you. the things that go bump in the night aren’t necessarily all figments of the imagination. the legends may be twisted and warped to make them seem a hell of a lot scarier than they actually are, but some things still hold true.

vampires for example. while their genes still technically exist, vampires themselves went extinct long before you were even born. seonghwa had explained it to you in depth one morning over breakfast, but none of it really sank in. you should’ve paid more attention to your biology classes in school; maybe then all the ‘immortality is a recessive gene’ nonsense that he was spouting would make sense to you. the whole ‘my great-great-grandmother was a vampire’ thing just didn’t seem to compute, but it did sort of explain why seonghwa gets a rash when he’s out in the sun for too long.

it turns out jongho isn’t really a bear skin either. he’s an onikuma that hongjoong’s family had passed down through generations. it was during that long, drawn-out chess lesson that hongjoong had explained to you that his family were once livestock farmers that the creature had stolen from time and time again. you found it cruel that jongho was slain just for the crime of being hungry, but hongjoong patiently explained that his ancestors were hungry too. slaying the beast that kept breaking onto their land and taking their sheep was the only way to keep food on the table. you’re just glad the memory of the onikuma lives on; you hope his spirit knows that he’s one of your closest friends.

but then one evening, just after the nightly waltz that you so love to sit and watch, seonghwa drops a bombshell. you’re cuddled up by hongjoong’s feet, gently undoing the laces on his dancing shoes as he and seonghwa pass soft conversation over your head. you’re listening, but not very well. it’s not like much of it is any of your concern anyway… well, except those few words that slip so freely from your mommy’s mouth.

“we should get a werewolf,” he muses to his husband before tipping the rest of his wine down his throat. it’s so nonchalant as if it’s something so perfectly normal for them. in the end, you suppose it is; seonghwa has already alluded to being descended from immortal beings (that aren’t really all that immortal, just… longer living) and the rug you’re currently sitting on is made from the skin of some mythical beast. if anything, a werewolf should just be another thing that you shrug off and accept as just being another part of your increasingly weird life.

but there’s a difference here. quite a big one. seonghwa said they should get a werewolf, and you can’t quite wrap your brain around why he means by that.

the couple seem to notice the sudden interest you have in their conversation though. perhaps it’s the way your body physically tenses up, or the way your fingers become slack on hongjoong’s shoe. either way, the two men hum out a chuckle. seonghwa’s hand finds it’s way to your head, stroking at your hair in the same way he does whenever he needs to calm you down. hongjoong just taps your knee with the toe of his shoe, reminding you of the task you appointed yourself with the moment the pair collapsed onto the couch.

“why ever should we allow some mutt into our house?” hongjoong says as your fingers begin to work on his laces again. he always ties them so tightly. you know it’s just to give you something to do with your hands for a little while. “we’d have to house train the feral thing, which would be an immeasurable amount of work. it’s hardly a walk in the cemetery to train a beast to be civil, Cara Mia.”

seonghwa chuckles as he watches his husbands face twist up in disgust. he never has liked werewolves; claims they’re shifty creatures with no good intentions. seonghwa has to wonder what ‘good intentions’ he thinks vampires have, but he chooses not to argue. there’s not much point in the grand scheme of things. vampires don’t exist anymore, werewolves do.

“protection for our darling?” the tall man suggests, curling his fingers against your scalp so his blood red nails scratch delicately against your skin. you let out a satisfied sigh. your lovers smile down at you, “a friend for when we’re busy with work? there’s plenty of reasons as to why…”

hongjoong seems the mull the idea over as you slip the first shoe off. you gently place it to the side before moving the the next foot, laces done equally as tight.

“and you want to let our sweet girl near such an uncivilised creature?”

“it’s either that or a dog,” seonghwa shrugs.

“i’d rather the dog,” hongjoong cocks his eyebrow confidently, but seonghwa isn’t so easy to give up.

“and i’d rather the werewolf,” he says with a smile. he knows, after all, that he always gets what he wants. the proof of that is sitting right between their legs with a collar around its neck. “it would give her something to talk with when she gets lonely, plus the fact we won’t have to clean up after it. opposable thumbs really do work wonders.”

hongjoong sighs; they’re all good points but the thought of letting a werewolf into his home still sends a shiver down his spine. the thought of you being around one is even worse. they’re notoriously difficult to train (the fault of their human-esque desire to be independent) and hongjoong really doesn’t have that much time to waste. he lets out a groan just as you get the knot to the second shoe undone.

“you’re serious about this, aren’t you?” hongjoong asks. seonghwa replies with a nod. “what about you, little dove? would you like a friend?” you think about it for a second before slowly nodding as well. you suppose it would be nice to have someone to fill those empty hours where hongjoong and seonghwa are both tucked away in their respective work spaces. hongjoong lets out a defeated huff, “fine.”

you slip the shoe off of his foot just in time for him to grab you and tug you onto his lap. it’s ironic really—you’d get punished for having a temper tantrum, and yet when hongjoong groans and hides his face in your hair, all seonghwa can do is smile. there’s a reason you’re the one with a collar around your neck, you suppose.

“thank you, mi amor,” seonghwa leans over to press a kiss to his husbands head, “i’ll let mingi know that we’re interested; he was showing me photos of an absolutely gorgeous specimen named yeosang just the other day…”

[bunnliix]

A Christmas Miracle - Secret Santa 2024

For the wonderful @vent-stink, Hihi I'm your secret santa and I hope you enjoy it! This is also my first Jongho fic! And also my last fic of 2024

Pairing: Jongho x reader Summary: You always put duty ahead of anything else in your life, including love. You've been engaged to Prince Jongho since you were young, and despite not being able to marry for love as you wished, it was your duty and for the betterment of the Kingdom. Besides, it wasn't like you loved Prince Jongho, it was just your duty. Or was it? wc:2.3k AU: Royalty/Arranged Marriage AU Genre: Fluff/Angst Warnings: angst, but not a lot a lot, FLUFF, arranged marriage, kinda rejection, confessions, tension, realizing feelings, Jongho is sad for a bit, but it's a happy ending! Credits: My wonderful partner @potatomountain made the banner for me <3 It's so pretty! Thank you @kpop---scenarios and @rems-writing for beta'ing this fic!

You’ve known since you were a child that you would one day marry for the betterment of your kingdom, it was what was expected of you, so you didn’t really think that you’d have the chance to fall in love with whoever your parents chose. And you still believed that, even after Prince Choi Jongho from Wonderland Kingdom was chosen to be your future husband. He was every girl’s dream, handsome, kind, and a perfect gentleman, and yet you found yourself unable to see him as anything but the boy you had grown up meeting anytime your parents had official meetings. He was always aloof, keeping to himself, and yet now that you were less than a year away from your marriage, it was like he’s done a complete change. 

“Princess, please wait!”

Case in point, he always tried to be around you. Not that you minded, he was actually great company and you both had very riveting conversations about policies and political matters. You turned around to face him, seeing him jogging up to you, his hair and outfit in slight disarray and you almost gasped as somehow for a moment he looked irresistible, but you shook yourself, getting your act together as the taller man approached.

“Yes, Prince Jongho, what is it that you need from me?” You asked him, waiting for his reply as the man caught his breath.

“I was wondering if you’d like to take a stroll in the gardens? The weather is wonderful today,” he said, raising an arm to gesture to the windows that showed that it was indeed a wonderful day outside.

“I won’t say no, but you must let me ask you about your opinions on the Kim heir’s most recent blunder during his latest public appearance.” You replied, letting him take your arm as he led you to the gardens.

As you walked, he told you all of his opinions on Prince Hongjoong’s latest incident, you listening with rapt attention. It was not long before you reached the entrance to the gardens, and the prince continued to guide you through the gardens, pointing out any new blooms or varieties that your staff had planted this year. You had also suggested many of the plants that were blooming currently, having an interest in gardening and plants, since your kingdom was largely dominated by green space. Now that it was the end of September and the beginning of fall, most of the plants were starting to lose their vibrancy, but there were still quite a few that stood tall amongst them.

“I remember when we were children, you always snuck out here when our parents or other rulers or nobility were meeting. I remember following you most of the time, if I wasn’t caught,” Jongho said, his hand still on your elbow as he let you guide them around.

“I didn’t always care about appearances or anything having to do with duty when I was younger. I think you felt the same way, though you hid it well most of the time.” You replied, looking out towards the edges of the garden.

“I did, but now I see it differently.” He said in reply, though unbeknownst to you, he said this while looking directly at you.

“I do as well. I will do what I must for my kingdom and my people, even if I must sacrifice my own wants and needs in order to do so.” You said, half-parroting what had been told to you many times by your parents and your governesses.

Jongho sighed, causing you to stop. “You don’t need to sacrifice everything for your kingdom or people, Princess.” He said to you, before you turned to look at him.

“I’ve already sacrificed a chance at being with someone I love. But it’s my duty as Princess to make choices and sacrifices for the betterment of my people.”

“Do you truly not think you could love me, Princess?” Jongho asked you, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You looked away, telling him, “I’ve never thought of you in that way, Prince Jongho.” 

He went quiet for a moment, before speaking, “I see.”

He said nothing further, instead choosing to continue walking around the gardens with you, the conversation between you never returning. Once you finished roaming the gardens, he walked you to your wing of the castle, before bowing and leaving quickly. You had never seen the normally chatty prince become so quiet, and it left you feeling uneasy. Could he truly have feelings for you? He had never really acted in a romantic manner towards you,  just one that you could expect from any gentleman, prince or otherwise. 

You entered your rooms, moving to sit down on the couch and waving away your ladies maids. You really couldn’t stop thinking about Prince Jongho’s reactions after you told him you had never thought of him in a romantic light. You truly couldn't recall thinking about having a crush on him or wanting to kiss the prince. Sure, he was handsome, but objectively he was a handsome man. One did not have to have a crush on him to see that. He was the dream girl of many regular girls, even some of your maids have crushed on him from time to time. You never found yourself in that situation. To be honest, you’ve never had a crush before. You never really had the time to, nor were you around many men or women to figure out if you had crushes. Every normal teenage thing you could have had, you simply didn’t because of the pressures of being royalty.

You didn’t notice how much time had gone by, lost in your own thoughts, until your mother came to bring you to dinner, having been requested by your ladies maids since they were unable to get your attention themselves.

“My darling, what has you thinking so much?” Your mother asked as you both walked to the dining hall.

“It’s nothing, mother,” you replied, not feeling confident enough to share your thoughts.

“I’m always here if you need me, darling. You know that you can come talk to me about anything, big or small.”

You smiled, “I know, mother.”

It was only a few minutes later that you both arrived at the dining hall. Your younger brother Jeongin was already there along with your father and Jongho. You watched as the prince walked over to you, leading you to your seat and pulling out your chair for you. You quietly thanked him as he pushed your seat back in, before taking his seat next to you. Your mother and brother were on the other side of the table, while your father sat at the head. 

Your parents sensed some tension between Jongho and yourself, you could see it in their eyes as their gazes kept shifting between the two of you. This silence and awkwardness continued for most of the dinner, until just before you all finished your dessert.

“May I escort you back to your room, princess?” Jongho asked you as the dishes were being removed from the table.

You remained silent for a moment, staring at him, before a sound from your mother prompted you to answer, “Yes, of course, Prince Jongho.”

Your parents quickly excused you both, and Jongho offered his arm to you, and once you accepted, he led you from the dining hall and to your rooms. It was once again a silent affair, neither of you feeling brave enough to speak.  

He stops in front of your door, mirroring his actions from earlier. You waited for him to say something, but it was a few moments before he opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry for my earlier words, princess,” Jongho said, “I should not have said them and forced you to answer.”

“Jongho-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Goodnight, princess. I hope you sleep well,” he said, before stepping back and walking away, leaving you alone in the hallway once again.

It was now only a few days before Christmas, 3 days to be exact, and in the months since Jongho had left you at the door to your room, you had only seen him a handful of times. The majority of his absence was due to him being needed back in his own kingdom due to his position as heir to the throne, as well as other official duties that kept him away from your home.

Since the day he had left in mid-October, you had barely heard from the royal, assuming that he was just kept too busy by his duties. But you had not stopped thinking about him. You realized more and more, as time passed by, what his little actions and the looks he gave you meant.

He always remained close to you, ensuring your own safety over his own. You remember the many gazes from him, now seeing that they held so much love and care for you in them. And as the days went by, you realized that you missed his presence, his voice, and most importantly, the feeling of him by your side. You realized that you loved Choi Jongho, and that you had for a while, but pushed them aside in favor of your duties as an heir and mistook them for platonic feelings for the Prince. 

The worst of it all, he wouldn’t be back until Christmas Eve, so you had another few days of holding in your feelings, until you even had a chance to confess to him. So you just had to be patient and wait. But until then, you kept yourself busy, all the while asking your ladies maids to tell you if they heard any news about your future husband.

It was late Christmas Eve before Prince Jongho arrived at the castle. You watched from your balcony as he returned, unable to take your eyes off of him. You turned back to find the present you had placed on your bed, having been holding it before you heard his arrival. Since you had figured out what you felt for the royal, you had quickly moved to obtain a present that showed your care for the man. You had found a merchant that sold books, and found one that you know the prince had mentioned months before, as one that he had been trying to find. You immediately bought it, not caring exactly how much you spent on it, and had it packaged.

It was now sitting in a box with a letter on top about how you remembered he was searching for this particular book and you thought of him when you saw it. You planned to give this to him before your confession. Which was quickly arriving, as you took a breath before leaving your rooms to search out the handsome prince. 

It felt like forever before you reached his rooms on the opposite side of the castle, and as you stood before his door, your hands shook with nervousness. Before you could even knock, the door swung open, revealing Jongho in much more casual clothing than you had seen before.

He looked somewhat shocked, before asking, “What are you doing here so late at night?”

You showed him the present in your hands, “I have a gift for you.”

You say his eyes widen slightly before he welcomes you in, letting you follow him into his room. You didn’t say anything until he sat down on the couch that was in his room. He motioned for you to sit as well. But you didn’t until you handed him the box in your hands, and then nervously sat down to watch him open your gift.

With bated breath you watched him lift the top of the box, his expression morphing into shock and then happiness as he stared into the container. 

You watched as he gazed up at you, before he spoke, “You found this? And bought it for me?”

“I saw it and remembered that you wanted it, so I got it for you. Your happiness means much more than the cost of a book.” You replied, looking back at him.

He placed the box down, before coming to kneel in front of you. Jongho looked up at you with tears in his eyes, “You care about my happiness?”

Your heart broke at his words, and you reached to hold his hands. “Choi Jongho, I care about your happiness very much. And I’m sorry it took me until now to realize my feelings, but I love you. I realized that while you were away. I missed having you at my side, your presence around me while we stroll through the garden and the grounds. Will you accept my love, even after I rejected you?”

You didn’t quite get a verbal answer, the normally gentlemanly prince suddenly standing up, pulling you up with him before dragging you into a tight hug. You froze, before melting into his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Of course I’ll accept it, I thought you’d never feel that way towards me. I’ve loved you for years, and I thought you never realized it. You were always so focused on your duty as heir to your throne, and that’s not to say that I dislike your focus, it’s a very admirable quality, but I was hoping one day you’d realize. And now you have, it feels like a Christmas miracle.” He rambled, still in shock and you giggled at his rambles.

You kissed his cheek, feeling your face heat up as you did so, before saying, “I’m sorry it took so long, my prince. But I know now that I love you, and yes, you could say that this is a Christmas miracle.”

Jongho looked over at the clock on the wall, realizing quickly that the clock had already passed midnight, meaning it was Christmas now. He pointed at the clock, directing you to look over.

He looked down at you, smiling softly, before whispering, “You really are my Christmas miracle.”

[yuyusshinelight]

The Elf feat c.jh

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

♪ This post is just pure fiction. This does NOT represent Jongho in any way.

Note: Hi my shining stars! I have a cold so I'm probably not uploading things as often as I would like. But don't worry, I feel a bit better today so I have brought you the next one: Jongho! I hope you have fun reading it as much as I had writing it. I love you all, my shining stars!!!

The Elf tradition. Something he discovered on social media and later he saw in his hyungs. Also it was an activity he wanted to experience with his son since he was born but obviously he couldn't because his son was too young.

But now his kid is three years old so Santa has finally 'sent' one of his elves to his house. Apple, as his son named it. And today is Jongho's turn to move the elf. He is so excited for doing so, more than your son searching the elf in the morning. You actually think that the father is more enthusiastic with this whole thing than the son. Cute.

The matter is that your son has been playing lately with a tiny cactus you have as decoration and, as his parents, you are worried about him getting hurt with the plant. The best solution would have been to hide the cactus but you want to teach your son that if you tell him to not do something for his wellbeing, he should not do it. But, again, he is three years old. Kids are curious and the more you tell them no, the more they want to do it.

So, taking advantage of having a wicked elf in the house, you can teach your son what can happen if he continues playing with the cactus. And that's exactly what Jongho has prepared for this morning. He has put some band-aids on the elf's butt pretending to be hurt and, next to the poor 'pained' elf, he has placed a note.

"Apple! What did you do?" That's your son's little voice after running all over the house searching for his elf. The kid knows that neither of you can touch the elf so he just stands there, with a little pout and both hands on his cheeks. You, who can't see your baby pouting without going to hug him, crouch down to his level, obviously hugging him and pointing at the piece of paper next to the elf "Look, he left a note. Give it to daddy so he can read it for us" and that's exactly what your kid does.

Taking the paper carefully so as not to touch the elf, your son goes with Jongho to hand him said paper and the male, being as dramatic as he can be, reads the note for his son "Tip of the day, never play leap frog with a cactus".

"Who would think of it?" Your son puts his fist on his waist before turning to look at his elf again, he's not worried about Apple anymore "Well darling, Apple was bored and decided to play with the cactus" you decide to defend the elf, just curious of what your son will respond, but instead of the kid, is the father who talks next "See? He played with the cactus and got a puncture" Jongho gives him a little tap on the nose, leaving the note forgotten on the table "But I don't play leap frog with it!".

"But you can also get a puncture, love" Jongho replies to him, imitating his posture until the kid turns to look at his mother for help but you just nod at what your husband has said. Defeated, your son looks at his hands, thinking about how much it would hurt if he gets punctured and suddenly raises his hand "I will be careful next time, I don't want a puncture on my finger" the kid moves his index in front of your face, exactly the same way as when he wants you to give him a kiss because he has gotten hurt, and that's precisely what you do, give him a kiss on his finger.

And even if that was not what you had planned with this mischief, the face your son is giving you is sufficient to make you two look at each other in defeat "You love to play with that cactus, uhm?" Jongho says, taking your son in his arms to tickle him a little "Then remember, you have to be extra careful with the thorns, okay?" and your son only nods, taking his father's hand to avoid further tickling.

[cuddlyjongho]

me and my baby went to paris for a few days <3

(yes i’m delulu and idc)

[mimikittysblog]

The Princess - Teaser

Full story out now! ♡

Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff, a bit of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but they’re very sexual towards each other)

Synopsis: If ATZ, the biggest and baddest mafia in town, were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldn’t say what you think. It isn’t the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they don’t even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you don’t come home?

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, MxM of course. So because of all of this please ⚠️MNDI⚠️ if I missed anything please let me know! (Will most likely add more when the full story is out).

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity @puppyminnnie (if you wanna be tagged when this fic releases or if any of you want to be taken off the Taglist please let me know!)

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

“My loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?”

Silence.

Nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.

“Is.. she not home yet?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“Well.. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone…”

“What?!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.

Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.

“It’s past her curfew. She knows she’s supposed to be home by now.”

“Forget that! She knows to always answer us. And she’s literally not answering us!” Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.

“She’s just supposed to go shopping again!” Jongho exclaims.

Suddenly they hear the front door open.

Believing its you, they all quickly rush down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.

You?

Nowhere in sight.

At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands in knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.

“S-sirs! We’re sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-“

BANG

Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.

His Princess was taken.

All he needs now is her back.

Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.

He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.

“Where?”

“D-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!”

BANG

Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.

“SIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-“

BANG

Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.

Now they’ve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.

As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingi’s face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as they’ve never seen their bosses so angry.

“Clean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.”

With that they all scrambled and quickly got to work.

Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.

They will find you.

And those that took you will pay.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

At another mansion on the other side of the outskirts of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He’s currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.

Once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having ‘toys’ around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.

After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.

So currently he’s in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys. He’s just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.

Suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.

“Sir, we’ve retrieved what you’ve asked for!”

One of the henchmen announced loudly.

San acted uninterested and nonchalant until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.

..Princess..?

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2024

[songmingisthighs]

My Mommy

February Filth Fest - 8; mommy kink

group : ateez

pairing : jongho × reader

genre : smut, sub!jongho, dad!ateez

word count : 2.8 k

warning : mdni, smut (not piv), handjob, breastfeeding kink, boobs obsessed jongho, mommy!reader, sub!jongho, mentions of pregnancy-related crack-a-doodle-doo, jongho has oral fixation ?, slight impregnation kink at the end ??

a/n : finally the last part to fff !!! eeek i'm so happy that i'm actually able to deliver my promise and post for all 8 members PLUS an extra. initially i wanted to do four extras but as you know, i managed to post one extra while the other three are still on my notes. tho I'd maybe post them later as a personal project >:)

"Gaho is finally asleep,"

Jongho lifted his head from his book and watched you enter your shared room from his side of the bed. You walked in groaning after struggling to put your 7-month-old baby girl to sleep for the night as he had just learnt the joys of sight and hearing so she became rather fussy. "Are you okay?" Genuine worry dripped from Jongho's voice when he saw you place the baby monitor on your nightstand as you sat down on your side of the bed. You turned to look at him and shot him a grateful smile, mouthing a 'thank you' as you were unable to use your voice.

"You know," the bed behind you dipped as Jongho placed his hands on your shoulders to gently massaged the sore muscles, "I wouldn't mind helping feed her when I'm around. Heck, I'll even clean her poopy diaper and give her a bath," he offered as he pressed his lips to the side of your head lovingly. You let out a hum of appreciation, smiling at how nice it felt to be massaged by him. He always bragged about how strong he is and while he used that as an advantage against his band members, he used it to spoil you with his love. "Yeah, but you work all the time and during weird hours for recording and stuff so I'd rather you rest whenever you can," it was true, you saw how your husband works so hard to provide for your family and honestly seeing him rest well and do some things just for himself was comfort enough for you.

You accidentally let out a moan followed by your head rolling and falling back in pleasure when Jongho relieved the pressure on a sore spot. Jongho's fingers froze for a second when he heard you moan, the sound sent a thrill straight to his gut and suddenly his mind started replaying some memories of you fucking yourself on his cock. It wasn't like he planned on thinking about it, nothing specific was turning him on (other than your moans), but you were right there under his touch. His eyes glazed while his fingers moved on their own accords, massaging your sore muscles to elicit more sounds from you that just made him inhale shakily. His mind was fuzzy with images of you naked on top of him or taking him in your mouth or even you stepping on his cock as he humped on your heels to get off. God, how he missed the days he could just be depraved and not feel guilty because there wasn't a baby in the next room. Then his thoughts shifted to the image of you during your pregnancy. It was around your third month and as you said, it was the sweet spot where your body informed the twins in the apartment but not the troll in the basement. While you loved how perky they were, Jongho loved how he was able to play with them all he wants. It wasn't like he wasn't attracted to your boobs before the pregnancy it was just that now there were more of it and you were lactating. Just the thought of him suckling your breasts and drinking your milk while you writhe under or on top of him, grinding to his hard cock due to oversensitivity got Jongho's cock to spring up to its full size.

Jongho only snapped back into reality when you pulled away from his touch and stood up, saying something along the lines of having to change out of your spittle-covered shirt that barely registered into Jongho's boob-induced brain detachment. Thought what came next wasn't much better for him as you whipped your shirt off and revealed your bare boob, hanging heavy on your chest with your nipples pebbled. Jongho's jaw immediately went slack and his tongue darted out as a reflex when he saw the shine on the peaks from you breastfeeding your daughter, immediately wanting a taste. Despite what your parents said and your baby's paediatrician's suggestion, you didn't want to stop breastfeeding until she was at least one year old as you heard the many benefits that formula just couldn't give. Plus, it was like strapping a treadmill to your chest, where else can you dump 500 calories daily? It was a win-win-win solution for everyone in your family. The baby gets her food, nutrient, immune boost, and neurological benefit among other things, you get to not worry about wanting cheeseburgers at 12 am, and Jongho gets some action whenever he wants.

As you dump your dirty shirt to the floor and turned to ask Jongho if he saw your favourite sleeping shirt, you noticed how his eyes zeroed in on your chest, completely transfixed. "Jongho?" You called out with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Are you okay?" Of course, he didn't answer verbally, he simply nodded slowly before tilting his head to the side slightly as if to follow with the movements of your breasts.

Knowing him, you knew what he was thinking and it wasn't that hard to guess since his dick was begging to be released from his sweatpants. "Aww, are you staring at my boobies, baby?" you chuckled, walking back to him with your boobs hanging free, intentionally swaying to make them jiggle slightly. Jongho's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as his throat swallowed the imaginary lump that formed. Your confidence skyrocketed just from Jongho staring at you, he made you feel like you were the only woman he'd ever need and want, like you're the most beautiful and precious person in the world.

Reaching the bed, your kneed dipped first as you tower over Jongho, hands cupping his face gently as you gazed at him lovingly but your fingers were rather firm with your thumb pressing onto his bottom lip. "Does baby want his play time before bed?" You asked, tone lower than your previous, the same one you used on Jongho when you mean business. Immediately, Jongho took notice of your tone and he nodded frantically, "Yes, mommy."

In a flash, you found yourself on your shared bed, your back against the headrest with pillows providing a comfortable surface while Jongho was on top of you. A soft exhale escaped your lips as Jongho's lips work fervently to plant marks all over your skin from the side of your neck down to your chest. "You're hungry, aren't you, baby?" You teased with a giggle, knowing that despite his neediness, he still had his pride and the whine that he let out simply boosted your ego. Despite his protests, his lips never ceased their work, clustering to your cleavage and only venturing out slightly to butterfly his pattern. Gently, you cupped his face with your hand and lifted his face to look at you, "Tell me what you want, baby," and Jongho grabbed onto your thighs harshly from trying to contain his excitement, wanting to be good for you. "I want your milk," you were about to scold him for not calling you by your title when he suddenly leaned back and took your left nipple between his teeth, tugging them hard enough to cause you pleasure while still ensuring you wouldn't feel hurt, "I want my mommy's milk," he said, tongue laying flat on the nipple he just teased.

With his words, you leaned back slightly lower to make sure you were in a more comfortable position as Jongho took this as a sign for him to switch positions as well. He laid on the left side of your body, his legs slightly spread as his hands groped your tits gently. You hummed in approval, loving how he was being considerate of your pleasure even when you wanted to give him his. Gasps even left your lips when Jongho squeezed just hard enough that trickles of breast milk fell out of your nipples, effectively causing Jongho's cock to thrash in its confinement as his tip began creating a wet spot that was mere seconds away from being visible through his sweatpants. But he remained patient as best as he could, reminding himself to not do anything that could result in you punishing him. It was established between you two that he was not supposed to do anything until he got your permission and you were proud that he was able to be so obedient even when he was being so needy. The dark orbs of his eyes were twinkling with anticipation, looking up at you so patiently whilst his fingers massaged your tender flesh. He wasn't the only one who wanted him to suck on your boobs, you've always found a certain attraction towards seeing his pretty lips on you and the fact that he could just be so adorable and submissive in the bedroom for you and ONLY for you.

"Go ahead baby, enjoy your meal," you commanded.

Jongho wasted no time before he latched his mouth to your left boob and began sucking greedily. You winced at the first impact, surprised at how harsh he was being with you but that was just proof of how much he wanted you. It was endearing. Painful, but endearing.

"Fuck, Jongho, slow down," you winced, cringing when he bit onto your nipple a little bit too hard. "Sorry," He mumbled against your flesh, momentarily pausing from his sucking to place kisses as if to compensate for his rough treatment. But of course, he soon went back to drinking your breastmilk. Jongho truly enjoyed the taste of you as the liquid gushed from your nipples, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was the taste of you per se or it was the fact that it was just something your body created and he was enjoying YOU.

It wasn't hard to see that Jongho was having his own fun. You noticed his hard cock straining against the soft material of his sweatpants but he didn't seem like he cared about it much. Jongho froze when he felt you taking his cock out of his sweatpants, the cold air hitting his warm skin made him shudder and clench his jaws slightly. You pecked his forehead gently to calm his nerves down, "Don't worry baby, mommy will take care of you," you reassured, making him relax slightly.

The moment you started pumping Jongho, he couldn't help but let his eyes flutter close, enjoying the new attention you were giving his cock. Slowly, his mind was flowing with pleasure, mouth almost automatically continued its movement on your boob as the hand that was working on your other boob moved on its own accord. The feeling was amazing, having Jongho powerfully milking your tits with his mouth and his hand. Of course, the stimulations were different but in a good way, you were able to enjoy the different textures that gave different types of pleasure. He made you feel good that you started working on him harder. You knew he liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, opting for you to be as rough as you want with him as he tried to take it all. Jongho exhaled sharply when your fingers trailed down to his balls and cupped them firmly, squeezing slightly to the point that his tip spurted a tiny bit of precum. "You like that, baby? You like mommy playing with your big dumb cock?" Pathetically, Jongho nodded his head quickly, causing his teeth to scrape on your boob, "How can you neglect your cock like this? Look at it, it's hard and red and it's already leaking without me having to do much," the condescending laugh you let out made Jongho curl into your body for comfort, slightly ashamed but revelling at how you put him down so easily, "Oh, what would you do without me? Your balls would have been permanently blue had it not been for me teaching you what to do." Jongho moaned when you resume pumping him, tugging on his thick cock that could barely fit in your hand as his mouth drooled all over your tits and dripped to your stomach.

Without a verbal answer from him, you felt yourself getting slightly ticked. Much to Jongho's disappointment, you used the hand that grabbed onto his cock to pull his head back by his hair. "Mm- Ahh!" He whined, lips trying to find your tit to suck again. "Bad baby," a slap was delivered to his face, not a harsh one but hard enough that it made his eyes glaze slightly, "What do you say to mommy for teaching you how to use your dumb cock?" you growled. His response came first with his hand reaching for your hand that was holding onto his hair to place it back on his throbbing cock. Grinding up against your pal, you felt him twitch slightly, part of the tip slightly wet from his precum smearing. "Thank you mommy for teaching me how to use my dumb cock and giving you a baby, making you a real mommy," he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he was teasing you. You had teased him multiple times in the past about how his mommy kink will eventually turn you into a real mommy so when you found out you were pregnant, Jongho was beyond ecstatic. Not only because now you both have a tiny human that was a combination of the both of you but also because he had finally gotten something to tease you with.

"Fuck," you groaned, resuming pumping him with one hand as the other grabbed his head and forced him back to suckle on you. Happily, Jongho complied, sucking more and more of your milk as you jacked him off. It was heaven for him to be able to enjoy you like that. His free hand that was groping your free tit started to grope harder, taking your pebbled nipple between his fingers to tweak and rub at them. At that point, you were sure that you were soaking through your panties and sleep shorts but of course, you couldn't care less when your husband was so close to cumming all over your hand. Jongho was a whimpering mess at this point, his grip on you tight as if he was trying to control his reflexes. His mouth was no longer sucking on your tit but it was still latched on, his tongue swiping your skin in an attempt to calm himself. The more you pumped his cock and the quicker your movements, the more he became erratic. His hips were moving on their own accords despite Jongho trying to keep still. "I- I'm close," he mumbled into your flesh, face hiding away from you in the embarrassment of his confession. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorably shy he was. Even after making love and fuking each other multiple times over the years, he still couldn't shake how self-conscious he was. Which you have ensured that you loved and adored that side of him.

"Come on, be a good boy and cum for mommy,"

Jongho's eyes screwed shut as he moaned into your flesh in his mouth, cumming with spurts of his semen splattering all over your skin and his; thighs, abdomen, and some even got onto your chest from the way his tip was positioned. You didn't stop jerking him as he rode his high, mimicking his mouth that returned to sucking your very tender boob but a lot gentler. This time, you started moaning from the stimulation and your hand slowed down its movement on Jongho's cock to the point that it was just stroking him gently with the lightest feather touch and even then, his dick was still responding with twitches. Though he had just came, his dick was still hard and maybe you had yourself to blame for still touching him and moaning but you were only a human and you didn't hear Jongho complaining.

It wasn't until Jongho unlatched his mouth from you and sat up a bit that he noticed the wet patch on your sleep shorts. Suddenly he moved on top of you, trapping you under him as he started peppering kisses all over your face. Then he trailed down your body; from your neck to your cleavage, then stopping momentarily at the band of your sleeping shorts. "How about I thank mommy for helping me cum?" he asked after placing a soft kiss on your lower belly as his hands slowly pulled your sleep shorts and panties completely off of you. You let out a hum when Jongho started placing soft kisses on your pussy, teasing you by intentionally letting his lips linger near your clit and on the sides of your folds but not on the centre yet. "How about another baby?" suddenly Jongho delivered a harsh and quick lick by shoving his tongue between your folds and up, flicking your clit in the process. A yelp escaped you when Jongho used his hands to part your legs and folded them slightly to open yourself to him. Your glistening core was glaring at him and he couldn't help but lick his lips, hungry for a different taste of you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna make you a mommy again."

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blurred lines and lies — 06. the blurred line

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

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SARANG looks at you, eyes gleaming in mischief as she swirls her wine glass, lips tugged upwards in a teasing smile. “so,” she drawls. “yn, my adorable friend.”

“yes?” you sing, grinning as you take a sip from your glass, the wine going down your throat smoothly. you make a mental note to ask san later about where he got this wine because it is so good, and it would be a good one to drink with jongho on one of your lazy nights in his apartment.

“how are things going with jongho?”

at the mention of your best friend’s name, you brighten up and beam at the bride. “perfect, as always!” your grin softens and you look down at the contents of your wine glass, tilting it back and forth and watching the red wine swish around. “i’m thankful for him. i really, really, really am glad that i was able to meet and befriend him.” pausing, you chuckle and shake your head, taking another sip of wine before continuing. “he’s helped me become a better person and convinced me to pursue my dreams. he helped convince my parents to let me pursue photography and in letting me go abroad.”

sarang hums. “san told me about that.”

you nod. “jongho is such an amazing person. i’ve always felt comfortable around him. he’s like my haven no matter where we go. i’m horrible at taking care of myself and he knows that, so he always travels with me when football season is over.”

“oh, your photos in the new edition were marvelous,” sarang pipes up, grinning. “you always outdo yourself every time, yn.”

“thank you.” you laugh, feeling giddy after receiving the compliment. “jjongs says the same.”

“i know,” sarang says.

your tone softens at your next words as you throw your head back, eyes closed. “i honestly wouldn’t have made it here without jongho. he’s so important to me… he’s like a puzzle piece in my life that no matter what happens or what shape my life becomes, even if his puzzle piece can’t fit, i’ll just force it in and super glue him to the pieces of my life because… i can’t see a future where he’s not in it. no matter what, even if i’m married and old, jongho will always be there. he’s been there for me. always.”

“actually, my husband was always there for you.” younghee says, glancing at you. “but i guess you’re right since he hasn’t been there in… recent times.”

you ignore younghee’s words as does sarang. the bride giggles. “it sounds like you’re in love with jongho, yn.”

“what?” you screech, immediately sitting back up to face your friend. you groan, whiplash hitting you from how fast you whipped your head to look at sarang. as you cradle your head, younghee smiles.

“looks like you finally found another best friend besides yeosang.” younghee closes her eyes. “i’m happy for you.”

you huff in amusement, smiling at her and leaning back into your chair. “well, yeosang and i decided to rekindle our friendship.” you open an eye to peek at younghee, almost laughing at her expression. “it honestly feels like the pause we put on it was never there to begin with.”

younghee stares at you, shocked. “you guys… what?”

“so,” says san, smirking as he folds his arms over his chest and leans back into the couch. “how has yn been?”

out of instinct, yeosang opens his mouth to reply but gets beaten to it by jongho.

“she’s doing great, actually.” jongho says, taking a shot and placing the small glass cup on the table. “she’s thriving and she made a name for herself in the industry, and i couldn’t be prouder of her. she deserves all of this and more.” he scrunches his nose as he grabs the bottle of tequila and pours himself another shot. “we’re happy to be back for a bit before going back.”

“a bit?” yeosang asks, leaning forwards in his seat. “before going back?”

jongho nods, drowning his shot glass before pushing it away, stretching his arms over his heads. san laughs at the confused expression on yeosang’s face. “you know that yn and jongho went abroad for college, right?”

yeosang slowly nods.

“and you know about how they transferred over after a semester, right?”

actually, he didn’t know that, but he nods once more.

“well,” san says. “they liked it so much over in london that they moved there after graduating. this is the first time they’ve visited since moving there four years ago.”

jongho hums. “yup,” he says. “we’ll be going back a week after the wedding.”

“oh.”

yeosang feels sick to his stomach. he feels like he just got his heart ripped out and stomped on. you moved to london, permanently, and this is the first time you’ve visited in four years after you moved there.

with jongho.

the information makes him dizzy. he just got you back, and he doesn’t want to lose you. the thought of losing you once more makes his heart ache in pain, makes it bleed and clench in fear of going through the pain of watching you leave him a second time. 

he can’t lose you.

he can’t lose a piece of himself once more.

not again.

not ever.

and not to jongho.

“so, when are you planning on confessing to her, hm?” san raises a brow at his cousin.

yeosang immediately snaps out of his head, turning his head to look at jongho with narrowed eyes. it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t talked to you in four years, because after all this time, he just wants what’s best for you.

he always will.

jongho smiles. “i hope to make my move when we return to london,” he says.

the long-haired male slumps down in his seat and stares up at the ceiling, blinking.

return to london.

yeosang hopes you don’t go back.

because he really can’t bear to lose you again. and to jongho… again.

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

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The Way to His Heart [10]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 4.5k

Trigger Warnings: graphic violence/torture, gore, implied mutilation

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

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"You wanted to see me, sir?" Wooyoung called out, entering the general's study with Jongho following closely behind, having been summoned to the estate.

Seonghwa looked up from his desk, "Ah yes, I heard you turned down the bonus incentive we offered. Why is that? Is there something else that you wish to have?"

Having encountered few who would refuse extra money, your husband found it hard to comprehend the private investigator's decision. Most people around him were usually drawn by the allure of his wealth or other associated benefits, which left him curious about Wooyoung's motives for declining the bonus. Surely, there was something specific he desired.

The younger man beamed, "My lord, I wasn't working so willingly for you because I wanted something more from you. Honestly, nothing makes me happier than being recognised by you! I just... okay, maybe there is one thing I really want."

Raising his brow, the general was not surprised by the sudden admission, "Go on, name it then."

With a cheeky grin, the investigator replied, "It's that you allow me to help you with whatever problems you have now!"

Your husband rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "What do you mean? I have no problems now; the worst is over."

"Really? Is that why you're here sulking alone instead of being with Lady Park? You clearly want to be near her, and yet, here you are, staying away from her because you haven't a clue how to face her after the traumatising ordeal you put her through yesterday."

That finally piqued Seonghwa's attention, prompting him to sit up straighter, though he attempted to maintain a nonchalant demeanour, "H-how did you figure that out?"

Without waiting for Wooyoung's response, he shook his head, "No, wait, actually, I don't want to know that. Just tell me... what should I do? I realise I haven't considered well enough what she went through, but I... I've never had to care for someone like this before, and I'm not really sure how to..."

The investigator offered an understanding smile, "My lord, the key to any relationship is communication. You need to talk to Lady Park. Ask her how she's feeling, and tell her you're sorry for what she went through. Avoiding each other won't solve anything; it will only create more distance between you two. You're her pillar of support now, and she needs to feel that you're there for her. You both deserve happiness, but it starts with open and honest communication."

Absorbing the advice, the general nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, Wooyoung. I appreciate your straightforwardness. I'll go talk to her and make things right."

Without hesitating, he sprang from his chair and made his way out of the study. The assistant and his friend couldn't contain their laughter, covering their mouths with their hands, but quickly composed themselves when Seonghwa glanced back at them, "Oh, and please, accept the bonus. You deserve it, especially after this."

Before Wooyoung could object, he had already exited the room and was rushing down the path toward the House of Lotus, his heart pounding at the thought of seeing his wife again.

He remembered how quiet you had been during the entire journey back home the day before, your gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. While you weren't overtly distant or cold to him, you seemed lost in thought throughout dinner. You excused yourself early, retiring to your quarters. The atmosphere carried an unspoken tension, making him hesitant to say anything for fear of your potential reaction.

Reflecting on it, he realised he should have assured you that things would be better from that point forward. Rather than maintaining a facade of normalcy, he regretted not breaking the silence and being there for you in that moment of unease.

His steps hesitated, and his breath deepened as you finally appeared in his line of sight, seated alone in the pavilion outside your room. Your lady etiquette books lay open beside you, but the faraway look in your eyes remained glued to the horizon beyond the lotus pond. For a moment, he stood there, appreciating your beauty, suddenly feeling thankful you looked nothing like your father.

However, as soon as you turned your head slightly and noticed him standing by the entrance, he blinked rapidly, feeling flustered. Gathering his courage, he took a deep breath and approached you.

Just go talk to her, you fool.

Seeing him approach, you closed the books and made room for him to sit in the small pavilion. He offered a warm smile, "Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you or anything."

Shaking your head, you returned a small smile, "No, not at all. I tried to study, but I just... I couldn't."

As he settled down beside you, reaching for your hand, you didn't flinch or pull away. He released a relieved breath and moved closer, "It's alright, you don't have to force yourself. I know you're probably upset with me. I... I'm sorry, my dear."

Lifting your head to meet his eyes, you furrowed your brows, "What? Why would I be upset with you?"

He winced, wondering if you were intentionally testing him to see if he knew what he did wrong. But then again, he knew you would never do anything like that. Sighing, he admitted, "Look, I know I should've thought things through better yesterday. I was so focused on wanting to punish your family for what they did, I forgot about how horrible it must have been for you to go back there and sit through all of that."

"I acknowledge it was a mistake. My intention was to give you a chance to confront your family by taking you to your old room. I didn't think it would affect you so badly. I realise now that it was a misguided decision, and I regret taking you back to that place. I'm a goddamned idiot."

His admission tugged at your heart, and you responded by placing a comforting hand over his.

"Seonghwa, you're not an idiot. I'm not upset with you," You assured him, "I've been quiet since the visit because I'm still processing the fact that my own father killed my mother. All this time, I believed she died from sickness. Now, I can't help but wonder how different my life would have been if only she were still alive. He took her away from me just like that, and for what? All for his own selfish reasons..."

"I just... I feel so—" Tears welled up in your eyes, and your voice broke, "I-I'm sorry..." You pulled your hands away from him, attempting to wipe your eyes, but he gently grasped your shoulders and turned you to face him.

"No, you need to stop apologising. You have every right to be sad, and I'm here to tell you that you never have to endure any more of the pain you're going through alone. I'm here for you, okay? From now on, I want you to lean on me whenever things get too unbearable. Can you do that?"

Feeling the genuine warmth in Seonghwa's tone and seeing the unmistakable care in his eyes, you finally broke down. The weight of the revelations, the pain of your father's actions, and the years of emotional torment spilt over, and you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. He pulled you close, cradling you in his arms as you sobbed against his shoulder.

Whispering comforting words into your ear, he pressed gentle kisses onto the top of your head. His touch was a soothing balm, providing the comfort and support you desperately needed in that moment. As you let out your emotions, he held you tighter.

The sound of your heart-wrenching cries only caused an uncomfortable squeeze in his heart. The general had never experienced this kind of ache before. Throughout his life, he had always believed that no one had a tougher life than he did. But then you came along, with your fragile form, managing to shake his entire world and alter his perspectives on life. All of a sudden, the notion of having someone to protect and care for didn't seem so repulsive, especially when it was you.

You slowly pulled back, staring up at him through your wet lashes, and offered a grateful smile, "Seonghwa, I want to thank you for doing all this for me. I never imagined someone caring enough to go through all that trouble. I promise, in return, I'll try my hardest to be a worthy wife for you."

He wiped away your tears tenderly and gazed into your eyes, "You don't need to prove anything, my love. You're already perfect, just as you are."

Your heart raced, and your eyes widened as you stuttered, "W-wait, what... what did you just call me?"

He stilled, realising the words that had slipped from his mouth before he softened. Leaning close, he pressed his forehead against yours, "My love."

Seonghwa's presence became almost intoxicating. Feeling him so close, as if with a mind of its own, your eyes slowly fluttered closed. He took that as permission to lean in further, and after what felt like an eternity, his lips touched yours in a soft and tentative kiss. When you didn't push him away, he bravely angled his head before pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Finally, our first kiss.

Pulling away after a while to catch your breath, you bit your lip shyly, "I-I'm sorry if I wasn't—"

He shook his head, "Don't worry, it's my first time kissing someone too," He admitted, struggling to take his eyes off your swollen lips. A soft smile played on his lips as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, "Can I..." He asked with half-lidded eyes, and you nodded breathlessly.

Without wasting another moment, he captured your lips in another loving kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of each other's presence. His touch was gentle yet filled with a depth of emotion. As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of emotions, a mix of vulnerability and passion.

Feeling the need for air, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes met, and you could see the affection and sincerity in his gaze, "You're perfect." He whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, realising that kissing you might just be his new favourite thing to do from now onwards. The moment lingered, the air charged with newfound emotions. It was a beginning, a sweet promise of the love that had blossomed between you.

"Your Majesty, please—"

The King slammed his fists against the handle of his throne, causing the minister to gasp and lower his head. He shook like a leaf, awaiting his impending doom as the ruler declared, "I don't want to hear another word from you, Jang. You're a bloody disappointment. Actually, you're worse than that, you monster."

Kneeling beside your father were your stepmother and stepsisters, equally trembling. Pathetic tears rolled down their cheeks as they attempted to put on a pity show, hoping to move His Majesty's heart. However, their efforts did little to appease his rage. He scoffed in disbelief at their audacity to cry, considering all the despicable things they had done to you and your mother.

This marked the first time the four women had set foot in the palace, and little did they anticipate it would be under such circumstances. The visit might also be their only time here, as the imminent judgement from the King would decide their fate.

Seonghwa stood in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, an amused expression on his face. He left home that morning after a lingering kiss on your lips, feeling rejuvenated and determined. Choosing not to burden you with the details of today's assembly, he shielded you from further thoughts about your family.

Don't worry, my love. I'll make sure they suffer a punishment worse than death.

"I can't stand to look at you imbeciles for another moment longer. Let's get this over with already. Royal Secretary Choi, would you be so kind as to enlighten us with all of Minister Jang's crimes and his punishments?" said the King.

Stepping forward from his corner next to the throne, San bowed, "As you wish, Your Majesty," Tugging open the scroll in his hands, he began reading out loud, "Minister Jang has committed a total of five crimes. First, he committed adultery voluntarily, and for that, he will be whipped with eighty lashes. Second, he committed the crime of official document forgery, and for that, he will be whipped an additional twenty lashes."

Dread filled the minister as he gulped, anxiously listening to the secretary move on to the next section, "Third, for the confinement, continuous abuse, and mistreatment of his own daughter, an innocent citizen, he will be flogged thirty times. Next, for violating the code of ethics as a minister, which is to be a law-abiding citizen, he will be stripped of his title and flogged another twenty times."

As your father's hands trembled, he attempted to hold himself up by pressing his sweaty palms against the floor, breathing heavily as he awaited the final and most severe punishment. San continued, "And finally, for the murder of his first wife, an innocent citizen, he will be sentenced to permanent exile."

That's... it?

Feeling a sliver of hope, the old man let out a small sigh of relief. At least it wasn't death by beheading or arsenic poisoning as he had feared. Banishment seemed acceptable; he supposed he could still live a quiet life somewhere away from here. Bowing deeply, he cried, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Your grace is immeasurable!"

All the ministers and officials present quickly stole glances at Seonghwa, wondering if he would throw a fit and object to the punishment that was yet to be the heaviest one. However, they failed to discern his feelings, as there was only an unreadable smirk on his handsome face.

Lady Jang and her daughters trembled as they awaited their turn. With a nod from the King, the secretary continued, "Moving on, Lady Jang has committed a total of four crimes. First, she voluntarily committed adultery, and for that, she will be whipped eighty lashes. Second, she committed the crime of official document forgery, and for that, she will be whipped an additional twenty lashes."

She nodded to herself, seemingly already accepting her fate, as she listened, "Third, for the confinement, continuous abuse, and mistreatment of the minister's eldest daughter, an innocent citizen, she will be flogged thirty times. And finally, for being an accomplice to the murder of the first Lady Jang, she will be sentenced to penal servitude for life."

Her eyes shot up immediately, finding it hard to accept that she would be separated from her husband. She had believed she, too, would be exiled along with him. But she quickly lowered her gaze as soon as she saw the glare the King had directed at her, as if daring her to complain about it.

Oh god, my life is over...

Noticing the King's patience wearing thin, San quickly concluded with the final sentencing, "Lastly, for the confinement, continuous abuse, and mistreatment of the minister's eldest daughter, an innocent citizen, the three young misses of the Jang family will be flogged thirty times each and sentenced to penal servitude for a total of thirty years."

All three of the sisters' jaws fell slack at their punishment. After living luxurious lives like spoiled brats for so long, they were now expected to be servants, performing hard labour for three decades. All their dreams of getting married and leading comfortable lives were shattered. The prospect of finding suitors after serving their sentences seemed bleak. Their lives were forever ruined, and things would never be the same.

"Now that that's settled, remove these individuals from my sight, and see to it that they receive their physical punishments by today. I don't want their presence contaminating my palace walls any longer than necessary. Moving on to the next agenda, let us discuss who will stand in as the interim Minister of Military Affairs until we elect a new one." The ruler grumbled, waving his hands dismissively.

Seonghwa grinned smugly, relishing the way your father's face fell as he absorbed His Majesty's words. The King fully intended to drive the point home, reminding him that, no matter how much he believed he contributed to the nation, he, too, was just as disposable. Consider it emotional torment for further punishment, if you will.

As the members of the Jang family were forcefully pulled to their feet and guided toward the palace torture chamber where all punishments for criminals were administered, the general bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, forgive this humble subject for not feeling too well. Would it be possible for me to excuse myself from the remainder of today's assembly?"

With a knowing glint in his eyes, the King nodded, "Of course, my boy. Nothing matters more than your well-being. I'll have Royal Secretary Choi send you the minutes of today's meeting later on."

All eyes were fixed on your husband as he confidently exited the hall, wearing an excessively pleased expression, looking a little too content to be feeling unwell as he had claimed. It became evident to everyone that he was plotting something, a scheme that even His Majesty was privy to and had tacitly approved.

"P-please, have mercy!"

Screams reverberated within the dim and eerie confines of the torture chamber, a place the general once frequented during his duties of interrogating spies, war criminals, and suspicious individuals to maintain peace within the nation.

The familiar sounds of your family's agonising cries filled his ears, and he couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips as he entered, "Ah yes, music to my ears."

Upon his arrival, all the royal guards present swiftly bowed deeply and greeted Seonghwa with respect, "Good day, General Park!" They dared not continue until he gave them a nod, "Go on, don't let me stop you. I'm only here to enjoy the show."

"Yes, sir!" They chanted in unison. To many young soldiers and palace guards, he was akin to a god, an embodiment of success they aspired to achieve one day. Therefore, his mere presence motivated them to perform their duties with increased ruthlessness and precision.

Taking a seat in the centre of the room, your husband bit his lip with a smug expression, locking eyes with your father whose gaze reflected anguish. The elderly man lay face down on a wooden table, enduring lash after lash on his already bloody and battered back. His painful ordeal was far from over.

Whimpering, your father pleaded, "S-Seonghwa, I'm s-still your father-in-law! Please, at least show a little mercy to your wife's father!" Beside him, his wife nodded pathetically, sharing the same painful fate. Meanwhile, the three daughters stood frozen in a corner, wrists cuffed, awaiting their turn to face their beatings.

A devilish laughter escaped the general as he shot a menacing glare at the former minister, "Oh, I'm sorry, was that supposed to make things any better? I would show you mercy if only you had shown my wife any. You shouldn't have said anything, you fool," Turning to the guard in charge of whipping your father, your husband ordered, "Not hard enough, soldier. I want to see his skin tear."

"Yes, sir!" Striking with increased force, the lashes landed on the old man's back, inflicting wounds that would take months to heal. The continuous shrieks of pain only served to widen the smile on Seonghwa's face, "And to think you were thanking His Majesty for his grace; you've underestimated the severity of being whipped, haven't you? Did you really think you were going to walk out of here with a small bruise? Dream on."

"Oh, I can't wait for all of you to experience the wonders of flogging! It will be delightful, a punishment perfectly suited for your kind." The general sang, eyeing the three girls slyly.

They cowered under his intense gaze, suddenly regretting every action they took on the day of your visit. Perhaps if they hadn't attempted any of those, they might have gotten away with a lighter sentence. But there was no point dwelling on such thoughts now.

"Father! Mother!" The girls cried, witnessing their parents only now completing the first half of their punishment. Before they could continue their wailing, guards approached them, saying, "Quiet down! Worry about yourselves instead; it's your turn."

The former minister and his wife looked practically lifeless by the time the guards were finished with their hundred lashes each. The skin on their backs was completely torn open, blood gushing out relentlessly. They were nearly unconscious by the time the guards moved them to separate poles, where they would be beaten with a heavy stick all over their bodies.

Letting out a small yawn, Seonghwa signalled for them to prepare for the flogging. This would be entertaining to witness; most criminals barely survived this punishment by the time it concluded. He would relish the idea of them being left in critical conditions.

"Enjoy yourselves! Thirty times each for what you've all done to my wife – just the perfect amount to leave you halfway to hell. Don't worry; you'll wish you were dead by the end of this. But rest assured, we will keep you alive," Your husband exclaimed with a clap of his hands, "Now, I want you to think of all the things you've done to my wife as you endure this. Can we all do that?"

In the ensuing silence, the guards approached each family member, forcefully striking them with the heavy sticks in their hands. With just one hit, all of them began howling in pain, "Answer the general! Can you all do as you are told?!"

"Y-yes! Yes!" All five of them sobbed miserably, and the general beamed, "Fantastic! Now, let the official flogging begin! The first one does not count, alright? Consider it warm up!"

The insanity in his eyes was genuinely terrifying, and your family was once again reminded of his reputation. Suddenly, it all made sense. This was how it felt to be a victim of his cruelty. They never should have sent you to him; that was their biggest mistake, and nothing they do or say could ever change that now.

"Yes, sir!"

And so it began, the screams that now filled the room were even more piercing than the ones during the first round of whipping.

Approaching each family member one by one, Seonghwa smirked, "Remember all the times you starved her?" Jinjoo nodded in between shrieks, "Good. And you, recall all the times you insulted her and made her feel small?" Jinhee repeated her sister's actions, nodding furiously, "Very good. And you, remember all the times you did something wrong and blamed it on her so that she would take your punishments for you?"

Jinah cried, tears and snot running down her sweaty face, "I'm sorry!" He shook his head, "Will saying a useless sorry change anything? Nope. Hit her harder, soldier," With a grin of approval, he moved on to your stepmother, "And you, recall all the times you kept her locked up in that prison cell you call her room?" Not wanting to suffer like her eldest, she nodded aggressively, "Good."

Finally stopping in front of your father, he crossed his arms over his chest, "And you, remember all the times you laid your hands on her? Your own daughter?" The former minister nodded quickly but was not spared, "Good, hit him even harder so he never forgets how it feels."

"Twenty-nine, thirty." The beatings stopped for the four women, and they collapsed one by one onto the floor like rag dolls. Blood trickled from their noses and the corners of their lips, their bodies covered in countless bruises and open wounds, soaking their clothes red. And that is only what can be seen on the outside; who knew what fatal internal injuries they could be suffering from.

With his hands propped on his hips, Seonghwa took in the sight with satisfaction, "Very well, some of these scars should last you for life. Now, you look as bad as the way you'd left my wife. Actually, worse. But that's good. I'm very happy with the outcome. Guards, take them away and make sure to send them to places where they're known to treat their servants poorly."

The girls sobbed upon hearing that, "General, please, have mercy! We've already suffered enough!" Your husband scoffed, "Mercy? Have you not been paying attention this entire time? I'm not known for that. Get them out of my sight."

As the guards dragged the wailing women out, they cried for their husband and father. The former minister yelled, still taking his twenty additional beatings as he watched his wife and daughters go, "W-will you not at least let me say my final goodbyes to them?"

"Minister, please don't make me laugh. Did you also allow my wife and her poor mother a final goodbye?" The old man had nothing to say at that, grunts of pain escaping his lips as he tried to endure the remainder of his punishment despite feeling like all of his insides had been beaten to mush at this point. He didn't have to look down to know that he was soaked in blood; he could feel the sting on his wounds whenever the slightest bit of wind blew past.

Just a bit more, and I'm free.

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"Forty-nine, fifty." Your father sighed in relief when the punishment finally ceased. Collapsing to the ground upon being untied, he stared blankly ahead, feeling pain throughout his entire body. Slowly but surely, he slipped into unconsciousness due to the loss of blood.

Unfortunately, his respite was short-lived. A bucket of dirty water was abruptly dumped over him, causing him to scream in agony as the injuries on his body stung intensely, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Did you think it was over?" His blood ran cold as he noticed he was now tied to a chair, unable to move. With most of the guards gone, only him and Seonghwa remained.

"What do you think you're doing, general? I've completed all my physical punishments; you're supposed to banish me now!" The old man croaked, his eyes widening in fear as he noticed the dagger in your husband's hand.

The general burst into laughter, "Oh, minister, you can be quite slow at times. Did you genuinely believe that His Majesty's decision not to sentence you to death was an act of kindness? Who do you think requested your exile?"

"Y-you—"

Seonghwa smirked, "Indeed, it was me. Killing you would have been too merciful. No, I want you to endure a life so filled with pain that you wish for death every single day. Now, after seeing how skilled you were at begging all day, I believe you'd make a very talented beggar. Do you know what would make you a successful beggar?"

Tears streaming down his face, your father shook his head hopelessly as your husband traced the blade against his skin before whispering, "One without limbs."

That was the most violence I have ever written HAHA I had to channel my inner Joker for Seonghwa's character. Anyway, I hope that was satisfying enough!

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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chai, as an avid reader of the CFCU (chai fanfic cinematic universe) and a fellow caratiny. sometimes, out of curiosity, i start to wonder which of the svt boys you'd cast if you were redoing your other fics? like i know you are a scoup bias when it comes to svt but across stardust is so mingyu coded to me. and then for the husband series? that screams scoups and jeonghan. and then tnt is scoups and mingyu coded idk how to explain it but do you think i'm right? i'm so curious who you think fits!

omg BYE not the CFCU i’m obsesssed hahahah but also this is an excellent question that i spent so much time just thinking over as i was going about my day today. i’ve not done every single work, but some of my more recent ones or big universes are below…..

- across stardust; mingyu coded for sure, but to be honest any of my idol fics i really try to write them as them even though they are still characters, so if i were writing this for another member of ateez or any member of seventeen i think things would be pretty different. same would go for into the aurora here or any of my other straight up idol x reader fics.

- this night together; this is fully scoups as mingi and honestly probably mingyu as yunho though i can see jeonghan fitting well into the universe too.

- the husbands series; i’d say mingyu or wonwoo could play well as yunho’s character, and jeonghan, joshua, or minghao could play well as seonghwa’s character

- ghostface!yunho from an innocent man doesn’t stand a chance; wonwoo, idk if i even have to explain this one

- camboy!yeosang from lessons in intimacy; jeonghan or minghao

- exhibitionist!yunho from playing in glass houses; scoups, just…. it’s scoups he would love to tease and torture reader like that

- husband!san from with love for you - mingyu, no question here for me

- enemies to lovers jongho from get close to me - dk, dino, or hoshi would read well here for me, like members that are extroverted and clash with reader initially but actually fit together perfectly