#jumin mafia

[reifromrfa]

Short fic: Mafia AU | Jumin

I saw this artwork by @ranartinart and got inspired to write something short for my love, Jumin Han ;w; Thank you for your lovely art! :)

Reposted with permission from @ranartinart <3 Check it out here!

Wrote this fic while listening to this playlist ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

Trigger Warning: Violence

Story under the cut! This was purely self-indulgent haha! I feel as though I'm a little rusty with mysme so apologies in advance if it feels ooc ^^;; Enjoy~

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His precise steps against the marbled floor echo through the hallway. He isn't in a hurry; in fact, he takes his time, allowing the rage to bubble up inside him. He keeps his expression composed though, his head held high, his cold, steely eyes staring straight ahead, at the door on the end of the hallway.

Men and women bow to him as he passes, all of them avoiding his gaze. Finally, he reaches the door and his men open the door for him. Assistant Kang sees the man kneeling in the middle of the room, a few bruises already visible on his face and arms. She feels no pity for him, especially after he'd attempted to kidnap MC. Though MC was unharmed, Jaehee knows that this man will probably die here tonight. Honestly, he had a far better chance of surviving had he attempted to kill her boss, the mafia king of South Korea. But attacking his wife? His queen?

Jaehee looks at him with disdain as Jumin hands her his coat.

"Good riddance," she thinks to herself, turning on her heel. She makes a small gesture and the guards in the room follow her out, leaving Jumin alone with the man.

Jumin carefully folds his sleeves up, watching the man with cold, calculating eyes. The man glares at him, his hands bound behind his back.

"You motherfucker. You can't keep me here! They're gonna come lookin' for me! And when they do, they're gonna take you down, you bastard! You'll see. You're gonna be fucking sorry!" the man spits out, staring hatefully at Jumin.

Jumin arches a brow, continuing to fold his sleeves on his other arm. His voice is calm, low, as though he's having a casual conversation and not being threatened by this piece of scum. "Oh? I'd like to see them try."

The man becomes angrier, as though Jumin’s calm facade is somehow an insult to him. “Don’t you fucking know who I am, huh? I am—”

“You are irrelevant to me,” Jumin interrupts, crossing his arms as he looks down on the man. His expression darkens as he studies the lowlife who dared to touch his MC. Who dared to even breathe the same air as her. “I do not need to know your name, I do not need to know who you are, what you’re worth. All I need to know is this:

You meant to harm my wife.”

Jumin watches as a small smile appears on the man’s face. His jaw clenches as he holds himself back. Not yet, he tells himself. Not yet.

“Your wife? MC? Yeah, she’s a real beauty. I remember those scared cries she made when I grabbed her. I bet she sounds real good in bed, huh? I bet—”

The man never gets to finish his sentence. Instead, he has a split second to widen his eyes before Jumin’s fist collides with his jaw. The man hears a crack but it’s quickly forgotten as pain shoots up his cheek, his jaw. His head whips harshly to one side and he tastes blood in his mouth.

Jumin grits his teeth and grabs the man by his hair, forcing him to face Jumin again.

“How dare you talk about my wife that way. How dare you even utter her name with that filthy mouth of yours. You have no right to even walk in the places her feet have touched. You have no right to breathe the air she breathes. You have no right at all to LIVE in the world she exists in.”

The man attempts to scowl but it turns into an ugly grimace, his jaw throbbing. “When I get outta here, I’m gonna fuck her and make you watch, you sonovabitch!” He’s about to spit at Jumin Han’s face when Jumin releases his hair and hits him with an uppercut, effectively slamming his teeth together. Jumin steps back and watches as the man chokes on his own spit, violent coughs making his shoulders heave. Blood starts to trickle down the side of his lips, down his chin; to Jumin, that vermin’s blood is like coal that fuels the deep loathing he feels towards said vermin. He wants more, more of the man’s blood to spill until he is on the brink of death.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of here? Do you think that highly of your comrades? Do you think they would come for you…at the risk of becoming my enemy?” Jumin lets out a mirthless chuckle.

“You’re sorely mistaken.

No one is coming to save you.”

“Think of it like this…” Jumin yanks on the man’s hair again, pulling him to his feet. He leans closer. In a low, soft voice, he speaks to the man —like Death’s whisper to a dying soul.

“You’re dead to them. In fact…you’re dead to everyone. There’s not a person who would want to be affiliated with you now. There’s not a single soul who will even speak your name anymore. Because if they do, I will not only obliterate every trace of their existence from the world, I will also ensure that their life becomes a living hell. They will spend every waking moment in a dark cell, suffering, praying they were dead, and every time they close their eyes they will be plagued with nightmares of the pitiful, painful, pathetic life ahead of them.”

The man struggles to remain upright, his hands still bound behind his back as blood starts to soak the front of his shirt. A muscle in Jumin’s jaw twitches as he stares at the hideous expression on the man’s face.

“You asked me if I knew who you are? Yes, I know who you are. I also know where you parents are, your sister and her family, even the bastard son you’re hiding from your employer.” At his words, Jumin sees the man’s face pale. “Here, we place a high value on family. That’s why I sought to learn about your family.”

“If you fucking touch them, I fucking swear I’ll—”

“You’ll…what? Kill me?” Jumin’s eyes flash and his lips curl in a small, taunting smirk. “That’s what you should have done. You should have killed me instead of going after my wife.”

Jumin approaches the man and now, he sees the man take a small step back.

“You’re only fucking cocky ‘coz you’re beating up a defenseless man! You think this is a fair fight?!”

“Fair?” Jumin’s eyebrow arches. “Fair?” He tilts his head ever so slightly, looking at the man in disbelief.

“Why would I stoop to your level and make this fair?”

He takes another step towards the man and the man’s eyes widen as he takes a step back.

“I was born with every advantage…why wouldn’t I use them? To, as you put it, ‘make this fair’? Why? You certainly thought it was fair to take advantage of a woman who’s smaller than you…and now you call me ‘cocky’ for beating you while your hands are bound?”

Jumin closes the gap between them and delivers a swift punch to the man’s solar plexus. The man chokes and gasps for air, wheezing as Jumin throws another punch…and then another.

The man feels his knees buckle as his body topples forward. But before he can even fall, Jumin grabs his shoulders and pushes the man down at the same time raising his knee and driving it further on the same spot.

“Get this through your thick head,” Jumin says vehemently, now letting his anger take over. Gone is his composure, all he can see now is this man stalking his wife, touching her, laughing at her horrified expression, thinking about the terrible things he’d do to MC…all because she’s Jumin’s queen.

“Life will never be fair.” Jumin keeps his grip on the man, not giving him a chance to straighten. He slams his knee against the man’s abdomen and now he can hear the man wheezing hard, his gasps turning raspy, desperate.

“You and I will never be on the same level.”

“P-lea—”

Jumin scowls at the man. He dares try to interrupt Jumin? Jumin takes a slight step back before slamming the man’s face down on his knee.

“Shut up. You don’t even deserve to be talking. I’ll have your tongue cut out…eventually.”

Jumin releases the man and he falls to the ground like a pathetic rag doll. The man is still wheezing, taking in short, quick breaths. Jumin watches him struggle to breathe, a rush of satisfaction filling him as he sees the man’s bloody face, his nose broken, his lip busted, his eyes swollen and drooping.

But still, this will never be enough. There’s never a good enough punishment for someone who has ill intentions towards Jumin Han’s family. Especially his Queen.

Jumin uses the front of his shoe to push the man onto his back. The man’s wide eyes dart to Jumin as he starts to choke on his own blood. But Jumin merely places a foot on his chest and leans forward, putting all his weight on the foot that’s right over the man’s lungs.

“Now…I’ve established that I know you. But…

Do you know who I am?”

Jumin’s steely gaze never leaves the man’s face, his icy expression showing no hints of mercy. In fact, he leans forward more, pressing his foot deeper.

”I am Jumin Han. I am the most powerful man in Asia.

From now on, your life is in MY hands. If you breathe it is because I’m letting you breathe. But don’t worry, I assure you, breathing will be a luxury for you. Like I said before, I was born with every advantage at my fingertips.

I intend to use my power to make your life into something far worse than the hell you’ve imagined.

About your family…I won’t hurt them. Yet. It all depends on whether you cooperate or not. You may think this is a sick, cruel game…I want to assure you yet again that yes, this is my sick, twisted game for simpletons with a death wish.”

The man’s face is turning purple as he desperately opens his mouth to try to get air into his lungs. Jumin just stares at him for a few seconds, watching the red lines creeping into the man’s eyes. Jumin eases his foot over the man’s lungs and he waits until the man intakes a couple of short breaths before pushing against his chest again.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, turning me into your enemy…but now I’ll be more than that. I’ll be the demon that haunts your every move. I’ll be your personal Grim Reaper, collecting blood and instilling fear in you.

Every day.

For the rest of your meaningless existence.”

Jumin lifts his foot from the man’s chest and he gazes down at his work. The man has tears flowing down the sides of his face, bruises and cuts all over his body —at least, the parts that Jumin can see. Jumin is sure the man has a cracked rib or two as well.

To him, this punishment is still nothing compared to the trauma this pathetic idiot instilled in MC. But he’ll have to stop for now; he doesn’t want the man to die that same night. No…Jumin wants him to live a long, miserable life.

Without another word, Jumin heads for the door, where Assistant Kang is already waiting with a towel in her hands. Jumin takes it, wiping away the man’s blood from his hands.

“I want him looked at but make sure he’s bound tightly. Only patch up the wounds that are fatal. Then transfer him to our warehouse, put him in a coffin and make him think he’s going to be buried alive; I trust you’ll oversee this, Assistant Kang?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll send you a recording afterwards.”

“Good. He can stay there for the evening, but make sure to check the CCTVs in the coffin every now and then. I want him to live for a long time. In the morning, move him to a cell and only give him water. No food, no lights, no toilets, no requests. I’ll call you with further instructions tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

The guards around Jaehee reply in a rush, the menacing aura Jumin is exuding, scaring even them. Jaehee waves the guards towards the man and they get to work.

“Oh, and Assistant Kang?”

Jaehee turns to her boss, watching him holding the blood-stained towel. She never thought she’d be working for the most powerful man in the continent, but she’s also grateful that she is. There’s no mercy in Jaehee’s heart towards the man who could have taken someone precious from them, and she’s glad her boss can inflict the most damning punishment onto that man.

“Yes, Mr. Han?”

“Make sure that man or anyone affiliated with him will never get anywhere close to my wife. If they do, kill them. I want all our men to know that.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good. I’ll leave this to you, then. Have a pleasant evening, Assistant Kang.”

Jaehee watches him go, as though he didn’t just nearly beat a man to death. But at the end of the day, they’re all just pawns on Jumin’s chessboard.

She pities any fool who dares to take on the king and his queen.

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I hope you liked it! Thank you for reading <3 Don't forget to follow @ranartinart too <3

Check out my other Mysme writings here!

Mango Shake/Ko-fi is always very much appreciated (ᵔᴥᵔ)

[ranartinart]

Han Jumin and mafia vibes

Should I make a series with other mysme characters?

If this post gets some reactions I'll make a series with other Mystic Messenger characters

[bittcnneck]

Because my carrd does not look good on computer and I can't edit it, I decided to move it over to a regular Tumblr post.

About Me

Hello! My name is Pucca. I'm a 27 year old semi-literate roleplayer. I go by all the pronouns, but I would appriciate if you used she-her. Doesn't matter, though. I have 6 years of roleplay experience. English is not my first language, so bare with me please!

FNF MUSES:

Pico

Gf (Cherry)

Bf (Keith)

Sarvante

Ruv

Garcello

Mommy dearest

Daddy dearest

Tankman

Senpai

ENCANTO MUSES:

Isabela

Camilo

Mirabel

Julieta

Antonio

OBEY ME! MUSES:

Lucifer

Diavolo

Asmodeus

Yuki (MC)

SCP MUSES:

Scp 049

Scp 035

Scp 999

Scp 079

Scp 2599

HAZBIN HOTEL MUSES:

Charlie Morningstar

Carmilla Carmine

Emily

Lucifer Morningstar

Rosie

Lilith (testing)

YANDERE SIMULATOR MUSES:

Kokona Haruka

Amai Odayaka

Musume Ronshaku

SPIDERMAN MUSES:

Miles Morales

Hobie Brown

OTHER MUSES:

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN MUSES:

Connor

Markus

Chloe

Francis mosses, the milkman (that's not my neighbor) he has an ask blog, @ask-themilkman ! Please follow!

Louis (uglydolls)

Salad fingers

Rae Kim (but you seem fine)

Fade (valorant)

Lacey (Lacey's flash games) (HH AU)

Ali Abdul (Squid Game)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messanger)

Alexander Hamilton (note; this muse will not be roleplayed in this blog. He has his own blog, @alexanderhamilton-official . If you're interested, please consider following it!)

Ayane shiun (porkchop 'n flatscreen)

OCS:

Kiera (SCP OC)

Akihiko (ALPHA MAFIA OC, no fandom)

Len (OMEGA OC, no fandom)

Amelia (CATGIRL OC, no fandom)

Markus Miller (papers please inspector oc)

Iriana (p⭐ oc) has a blog, @rcbbitpure , please follow 💗

RULES:

- if you have a password, I'll only send it in after we become mutuals to make sure you are interested in rping with me, so I don't just send the password while I only follow you 😅 but be sure that I do read the rules.

- I don't drop threads unless it's obvious that it's finished! Don't worry. If I'm not feeling a thread, I will let you know. I hate waiting for so long to just learn that it's not gonna be answered, it's a little annoying and I wish to be told sooner, so I do that. If I don't reply within a week I most likely forgot, so feel free to remind me! I am pretty active, so I will not be upset. In worst case, I'm not feeling it at the moment but that does not mean I dropped it! If I decide to drop it, I'll tell you!

- please do not reblog my open starters if we're not mutuals. You can like, I don't mind.

- I sadly have no bios up for all of my OCS yet, but I plan on making them very soon! If you are interested though please let me know. Also, I love OCS! So please feel free to send me asks by yours!

- personals, You can follow, I do not block, but I am not interested in rping with you, sorry. You can send anons and like my posts though!

- if I'm interacting with a person involved in drama, feel free to reach out to me with proofs! Because I probably didn't know. Please, do not block me because I'm interacting with someone problematic. I mean of course I can't tell you to not block me or not but I mean, if that is your ONLY reason. Please message. Make sure if I know or don't know the shit they did. If they are problematic I most likely will not interact with them.

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- no minors. This blog will cover triggering themes. Nsfw will be present. And although everything gets tagged accordingly, I don't want to open that scene to minors. So please even if you follow me, don't interact with me.

- rest are easy, do not follow if you are racist, homophobic, pedophile, a piece of shit basically.

Looking forward to interacting with all of you!

[anon-drabble]

20 question-majigs for writer-whosits

tagged by my @jafndaegur (yes mine, i own my very own jaf, get your own)

AO3 username: anon_drabble

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 104

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 200,016 (i find it funny that i have like 5x as many fics as jaf but still less total word count lol)

3. What fandoms do you write for? mysme, fire emblem, dragon age mostly... but mostly only mysme because i don't like writing fic unless i know the series backwards and forward

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

interlude - jaehee smut

the true gift - jaehee smut (i appreciate how thirsty jaehee fans are...)

danger - mafia!jumin my beloved (my first-ever multi-chapter fic, i'm so surprised to see this on my top 5 and i'm honestly touched)

sleep deeply - the mysme fandom desperately wants jumin to just take a freaking nap

doting - preggers!mc with a loving jumin

5. Do you respond to comments? most of them... i haven't lately because i haven't written so i haven't been on ao3 in months

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oh man i have so many angst fics... maybe for the rest of her life or found and lost i think... cracks in the pillar isn't necessarily specifically a fic nor an angst ending but it's probably one of the ones i'm proudest of the angst that i put in it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i dunno, man. i don't like my fluff as much lol. sleep deeply? or weddings always make me cry maybe

8. Do you get hate on fics? only one, my ace!seven headcanon fic. got lots of hate for it but never regretted it lmao

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? not a lot. i've written some, obviously jaehee/f!mc smut; jumin/mc smut; zen/mc smut... more smut that are in my wips that will never see the light of day lmao.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i've never been much for crossovers but technically i wrote a crack star wars/pokemon crossover and jaf and i attempted a grounded/mysme crossover lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? who would want to steal my fics? definitely not well-known enough for that lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? see above. not well-known enough

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? technically one of the very first fics i ever wrote was co-writtten with my best friend at the time, it was a crack yu yu hakusho fic and to this day, i adore it because it was so much fun to write. and then the fic with jaffu.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? um.... like that i've written or just ever? that i've written is probably obviously jumin/mc but also zen/mc, i just don't get to write zen as often. i don't even know in general. there's some tv show from my childhood that i ship hardcore, like painfully so but i always, always forget it until i re-watch and then i get the feels but then they're gone whenever i'm asked what my top ship is, lol. but the feels are intense for that one, lmao. if only i could remember what it is!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? my gale/tav fic... or any of my bg3 fanfic ideas...

16. What are your writing strengths? probably dialogue or angst lmao. i want to believe i'm a fairly emotive writer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? descriptions, definitely, lmao. aphantasia will do that to you...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? what's not to love?

19. First fandom you wrote for? ...an old book series that i never finished writing and it was before the days of the internet so it died in my notebook lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? oh you mean my baby, my precious fic that i poured my heart and soul into more than any other, the one that has the among the lowest stats of all my works? that one? definitely all those hearts lay open; that must sting. i worked on that more than any other fic, it's the only one of mine that has EVER been proofread and edited after writing. i researched, really pushed myself as a writer and i am proud more of myself than the fic. but i knew it would "bomb" because it was a horror fic and i wrote it for me and one other person and i liked it and that other person liked it so in that regard it was a success.

[redbirdy32]

OMG JUMIN is the only route I played x.x I cannot stand having to play it on THIER time. this 2D man expects ME to CHANGE my life for him?? BAHAHAH o(；△；)o

yes yes!! i have many many more in my backlog. depending on what you like - I tend to gravitate towards the darker stuff. i.e. Piofiore Fated Memories you're going with mafia men. Collar x Malice you're working in the police force & are tied to a terrorist group while various ex police officers are trying to track them down heheh \(^ヮ^)/ Three of my favorite men are from those series (Gilbert Redford, Yang, and Mineo Enomoto), you can see I have a type fast by looking at them ehehe.

LMAO! Yes, you really do have to change your routines in order to catch all the phone calls and chats. I got the RFA VIP package for Christmas one year which gave me a ton of hourglasses, so I skipped though half of the routes. But I haven't completed most of the newer ones (V, Saren).

I too love a dark storyline. These all sound really interesting. I was looking at Lover Pretend and Olympia Soiree. I love that they're on Switch, no micro-transactions (at least I hope). My poor wallet suffers playing the cellphone otomes.

[baovyoi]

(don’t repost) gang gang

[banenaz]

Day twenty nine/ villain (au)

I'm actually so happy with this one

I'm reading a mafia au (danger) by @anon-drabble and I'm just in love qwq

IT FITS HIM SO WELL

I mean look at him!

Lmao I had to erase some victor sketches tho,

But here:

Have fun with farting victor :)))

I'm sorry y'all

(29/10/2020)

[marshmallowprotection]

This is how I picture bora in a mafia au.

Bora walking past a room to hear a vicious crack and a muffled scream.

Bora: that is not a me problem. Madame, let’s go get some treats

Bora: I choose not to hear this because it's none of my business. Anyways, Elizabeth, let's go and get brunch!

[god7072therescue]

Mafia: Chapter One

Hey guys!! I am super excited to share chapter one of the mafia AU!! Now, this fic is just going to get darker from here. so ... buckle up!! It’s going to get wild! And I have plans for everyone that is in the poll so don’t worry about that! I hope everyone likes this and I hope the rfa guys are mafia enough for everyone! Please enjoy!! 

Masterlist  Prologue 

Trigger Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, mentions of prostitution, sexual themes. 

You can feel how heavy the atmosphere is around the area as you stare at the entrance in front of you. A dark, sleek glass door keeps the pedestrians on the street from being able to see inside. You have passed by the building a couple of times during the day, but you have never gotten chills by the mere sight of the door. 

 Until now. 

 Only the elites are able to enter this club. The only other way to enter is to be invited by the owner. You never want to be invited. The outcome is always grim. But now you are one of the ones to be invited. 

 You can only pray that you will not have the same outcome. 

 The club looks completely different during the day. There are no lines of cars up the street, no bouncer to keep you out, and there are no flashing lights that blind you every time the door opens. You used to be curious about what is behind those heavy doors. But now all you want to do is run. 

 Because you know what ever is waiting for you behind those doors is going to destroy you. 

 You have heard stories of the man that waited behind those doors. Rumors that are meant to keep the teenagers in your neighborhood inside at night. Tales that make the boogeyman seem like an old friend. Reports of how this man monster broke your father. Recounts of how this monster tore your father to pieces, forcing him to sacrifice the only saving grace your father had. 

 You. 

 You have never known what hatred felt like before your father was forced into giving you away. You are now well acquainted with the feeling. Hatred hasn't left your side since your father told you he forfeited you. At first you were furious with your father since he was the one who sacrificed you. But now, you are filled with a seething hatred for Jumin Han. 

 The name fills you with animosity. 

 And terror. 

 You let in a shaky breath as you step towards the door. You grip the handle for a moment before you finally build up the courage to open the damn thing. The door opens with ease. You half expected it to be locked. But sadly, it is open. 

 You look around the club in astonishment as you enter the main entrance. You can feel the stares on your back as you walk further in. The inside is well lit, allowing you to see the sheer amount bodyguards surrounding the interior. Is this a fortress or something? 

 Yes.

 The main area is filled with luxurious furniture surrounding the dance floor. There is also a stage with a steel pole directly in the middle. Just looking at the stage makes you sick. Will you be forced to dance on that stage one night?

 You cast your gaze towards the bar. There are so many bottles of liquor, you doubt you can name them all. So many of the brands are foreign to you. You are so wrapped up in your thoughts, you do not expect the teasing voice that speaks behind you. 

 "You must be our newest ... addition." 

 You are jolted out of your thoughts as you spin around to look at where the voice came from. You see a man with long, alabaster hair peering down at you. He gives you a devilish grin as he looks you up and down slowly. You notice that he has a light bruise forming on his left cheek. You are then caught off guard by his rare eye color as he studies your figure. Garnet. 

 You swallow at the unwanted attention. His fierce gaze causes you to look away, frazzled because even if you are extremely uncomfortable, the man is insanely attractive. And judging by the cocky grin on his face, he knows it. You shift your weight from foot to foot as you wait for his hungry gaze to leave you. Normally, you would tell him to leave you alone, but you have no idea who this man is or what his capabilities are. 

 "I was told to come get you. Boss's orders." 

 His voice seems pleasant as he speaks, but you are sure that it is deceiving to his true character. The pale man sneered when he mentioned his boss, but you do not dare make conversation. You just wait for him to tell you what to do. Taking orders is going to be your life now. You might as well get used to it. 

 "Follow me. We can have formal introductions after you meet with his royal highness." 

 He gives you another grin before he begins to walk away. You hesitantly follow. The tension the man in front of you has towards Jumin is obvious, but you refuse to make any inquiries. His heavy footsteps echo throughout the club as he leads you to a dimly lit hall behind the bar area. You force yourself to contain the tears that form in your eyes. 

 You feel as though you are being led to slaughter. 

 As you walk up the stairs, you realize just how long the man's hair is. It ends well below his waist. Wouldn't that get in the way of fighting? You do not dwell on the thought too long because you almost run into the man in front of you. You stop in your tracks when you realize he has stopped moving. Your muscles tense when you hear a quick knock. 

 No.

 The door opens and you are shocked to see a man with blue hair open the door. His glasses are tinted as dark as the windows to the club. How can he see? Your question is soon forgotten when you see the blue haired man step aside, allowing you and the other man into the room. You watch as the men walk further inside. 

 You take a long inhale before you step into the room. The office you have entered is in immaculate condition. There is not a book out of place, a speck of dust on any surface, or a stray piece of paper strewn on the grand mahogany desk. You barely have anytime to process this, because your eyes are glued to the man standing behind the desk. 

 Jumin Han. 

 You stand still as you take in the sight before you. There was the man you were taught to fear since he had opened the club down the street from your home. He is a lot different than you had imagined. He is beautiful. 

 The devil was also beautiful. 

 His gray eyes stare into yours, forcing you to hold his piercing gaze. You cannot look away as you feel him already testing you. Testing to see if you will look away. Trying to see how easily he can put you into submission. 

 You refuse to look away. 

 The corner of his mouth twitches when he sees that you will not submit so easily. He holds an emotion in his eyes that is indiscernible. 

 "You must be MC. Here," he gestures to one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, "Have a seat." 

 If you had not already known who this man is, you would have believed he is cordial man. His voice is thunderous but does not seem hostile. But you know exactly who he is. His kind front may be how he draws people into his ruse. 

 His eyes flash up to the white-haired man as he says in a much colder tone, "You may leave, Zen." 

 You don't turn around to see Zen's reaction, but you are pretty sure it isn't pleasant by the sound of the door slamming. 

 "Jihyun... follow him. I'd like to speak with MC alone." 

 Your blood runs cold when you hear the door close a second time, much quieter than when Zen left. Being left alone with Jumin causes your heart to race. You slowly walk towards the chair and you take a seat. You sit up straight as you look into his stormy eyes. You do not look away as you cross your legs in an attempt to make yourself comfortable. 

 You purposefully chose an outfit that did nothing for your figure. You figured a formless brown sweater and dark baggy jeans would not be appealing to the mob boss in front of you. You also just let your hair air dry after your shower so it would not look styled at all. You do not want to be attractive to this man at all. By the look on Jumin's face, it seems he knows your clothing choice was on purpose. 

 His ability to guess your thoughts is unnerving. 

 Jumin sits down in the lavish chair behind his desk before he analyzes you. While he takes the liberty to analyze you, you do the same. You scan the expanse of his face, his hair, his suit, and the rest of him just to realize that he has no flaws. His skin is clear, his features are perfectly sculpted, there is not a wrinkle on his suit, the ornate rings on his masculine fingers are expertly polished...

 You spend the entire time trying to find an imperfection on the monster in front of you, but you find none. 

 "I am not what you expected..." 

 His voice sounds amused, but his facial features remain the same as he finishes analyzing you. You feel your face redden because of how vulnerable you feel in his presence. You feel exposed because you are already aware that he owns you. Jumin's eyes flick to your cheeks before he continues to speak. 

 "I am going to make a deal with you MC..." He thinks about his choice of words for a brief moment before he says, "No... I am going to have mercy on you." 

 You feel your eyes widen as he speaks in his low timbre. Mercy? 

 "I have a critical task for you to complete. And you are the only one who is able to do it as of right now." 

 You hang on to every word he says. Father told you that Jumin would undoubtedly begin to pimp you out to his clients. By the way Jumin is speaking to you... it does not seem like that is the case. You immediately lean back into your chair a bit because Jumin leans forward.

 "You are going to infiltrate Mint Eye. You are going to give me information on the bitch leading it."

 You cannot hide the initial fear on your face as he mentions Mint Eye. Mint Eye is the rival mafia on the south side of the city. You have heard horrible stories of Jumin's mafia... but you have heard even worse stories about his rival. Jumin Han will kill you... but Mint Eye will torture your children and leave them on your front step as an example. That was only one of the many rumors you have heard regarding them. Jumin ignores the fear etched on your face as he continues to tell you of your new duties. 

 "Until that entire mafia is turned to ash, you will do everything I say. And you will do it without complaint. You will have a room to yourself here and you will have access to all of the benefits members of my mafia receive." 

 You are already trembling by the time his eyes pierce yours. You lean further back into your seat as you try not to let the tears forming in your eyes fall. You will not let this monster have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You can feel the menacing energy exude from him as his voice becomes more and more belligerent.  

 "When that bitch and her little lackeys are dead, I will give you your freedom." 

 You are too overwhelmed by the entire ordeal to react in any positive way, but you know this is unheard of when dealing with Jumin Han. He never lets people out of his grasp. He enjoys the power over people too much. You open your mouth so you can express your appreciation for his kindness, but you snap your mouth shut when you see his gaze turn into a seething glare. 

 "If you ever dare oppose me, I will keep you here.”

  “Forever."

 His eyes darken as his voice morphs into a softer yet threatening tone. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips as he notices the tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks,

 "You do not want to imagine the things I will do to you if you defy me."

[potamikou]

happy birthday daddy Jumin!

more after ending Jumin that looks more like a mafia AU because why not

[elvendara]

MM Mafia AU Ch 1

Collab with @7space0chips7

Over his shoulder he could see that no one was following him. He checked the store front windows anyway, just to make sure. Behind and all around. His amethyst eyes darted constantly, taking in every detail from every single pedestrian on the street. He had trained himself to recall certain details, so he could remember every face he saw. That one had a nose like a beak, that one was so fat he could barely walk, that one had a crescent shaped mole on her upper lip.

No, not a single tail, good. His amethyst eyes sparkled. He was getting anxious, his hands fiddling with the knife in his pocket. One of many that were hidden throughout his body. He kept his head down, his hood up. Anyone looking would only see an ordinary college kid in an oversized blue hoodie, plain t-shirt, dirty blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. His blonde hair fluttering around the hood, his gaze cast down, in a hurry, his book bag slung over his shoulder. Nothing to see here, he was as invisible as he could be. He smirked, if they only knew how close they walked to death. The only thing keeping them breathing was the fact that nobody had ordered him to kill them.

He was feeling giddy, he’d never had such a high value target. He should feel some guilt, some sense of foreboding, but he didn’t. It was just another body ready to hit the floor. Frankly, he wondered what had taken Jumin so long to order the kill. Things would be different from this day forward. Things would be better. He entered the fancy apartment building, the doorman not even giving him a second glance. Why would he, Yoosung was a regular, part of the family, you never stopped family.

He went to the back of the first floor, behind all the fancy shops and the concierge station. The single elevator was the only way to get to the top floor, the penthouse. He’d thought about doing this somewhere else, but, Jumin wanted it as public as he could get it. Let the authorities try and figure out what happened. He wanted the world to know. That suited Yoosung just fine, he liked it when he was let off his leash. Stepping into the elevator, he pressed the single button and took out his key, pressing it into the lock. The elevator would not move without it. The doors closed, and he began to ascend.

He tapped his foot to the piano music. He pushed his hood back and shook out his hair. He adjusted his hair clips, making sure they were secure, his hair away from his eyes. He reminded himself to make sure he took his hoodie off, it was his favorite one and he hated trying to get blood stains out. Jaehee would no longer do his laundry for him. She’d taken to just throwing his clothes away and making him buy new ones.

He leaned against the back, shoving his hands into his pockets and crossing his feet, the vibrations ran through him. His pulse quickened as he got closer, he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. It was always like this when he was about to carry out his jobs. His adrenaline was already pumping. When the doors opened, he was greeted by two of Chairman Han’s security. He didn’t even spare them a look. They moved out of his way, exchanging an uneasy glance above his head.

Yoosung noticed and grinned even wider. He liked having that kind of affect on men who were almost twice his age and double his size. He stopped at the door to Chairman Han’s office. He was rarely anywhere else these days. He’d taken to hiding away, letting Jumin be the face of the company, but not letting go his iron fist on the family.

A woman skittered into the room and Yoosung waited impatiently. Security was to either side of him once more, but they did not touch him. The woman, Yoosung didn’t bother to remember their names, they never lasted very long, they were either fired, fucked, or killed, ran back out of the room, her glasses askew, her cheek red where Yoosung assumed Chairman Han had slapped her.

“Go in.” she whispered through tears. Yoosung ignored her discomfort and walked in. As he did so, the two security guards filed in right behind him. He knew better than to expect to be left alone in the room. He knew he would have to kill them all. He stopped in front of the arm chair facing the large mahogany desk. The old man sitting behind it still looked healthy and vibrant. That was the problem. Jumin was tired of taking orders from his father. He was ready to take control of the family, and Yoosung was ready to help him do that.

“What are you doing here Yoosung?” the man growled.

Yoosung took an envelope out of his inner pocket and tossed it on the desk without a word.

Chairman Han rumbled under his breath. Yoosung was useful, but, he was often disrespectful and unpleasant. No matter, he did his job, and he did it well. He reached for the envelope and slid his silver letter opener across it, tearing through the paper. Yoosung’s eyes followed the flow of the bright blade, he wondered if Jumin would mind if he took it.

“What is this?”

Yoosung shrugged, turning to the side, running his fingers over the back of the soft leather chairs. Jaehee would be able to get the blood off of these easily enough. The two men who had come in with him were standing behind him, an arm’s length away. They should know better. Yoosung’s grin was back on his face. He slid his hoodie off and tossed it onto the buffet table against the wall.

“Is this a joke?” Chairman Han stood abruptly, knocking his chair backwards. The blank paper that was in the envelope in his hand. Yoosung ran his hands around the waistband of his pants and pulled out two throwing daggers. He swiveled around on his foot and threw them at the two men. He was rushing forward before the blades hit their targets. He jumped on one of the leather chairs and sprung upwards. He flung his right leg out and jammed the dagger further into the neck of the man on the right. The other man had flinched at the last second, the blade only nicking him across the throat. Yoosung heard the Chairman behind him and knew he was grabbing for a weapon.

Before the first man hit the floor, he pulled the dagger out, slamming onto the hard tiles on his knees beside the body. He looked up just in time to see the second man pull a taser out of his pocket. Yoosung leaped up, slammed his hands onto the floor and flipped head over heels, kicking the man’s hands, dislodging the inefficient weapon. Something whizzed by him and he ducked behind the leather chairs. The security guard grabbed him and yanked him back up, he tossed him aside like a rag doll. Yoosung fell onto the glass coffee table in the middle of the large room. The shards of glass stung his back and arms, he rolled backwards, over his head, as the man came at him again and regained his footing. As the man rushed at him, he grabbed the front of his shirt and fell backwards, taking the man with him. He brought his feet up and kicked the man over his head. He hit the door and crashed through it. Yoosung was up once more and sprinting to the Chairman, he could not be allowed to call for more security.

Something else scraped the side of his cheek and Yoosung hunched his shoulders, jumping up and sliding across the desk, he grasped the silver letter opener and flung his arm around the Chairman’s neck as the man tried to shoot at him again. He pulled him back and they crashed against the large window. Yoosung glanced outside and down, it was a long way to fall. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips.

The Chairman tried to pry Yoosung off him. Yoosung stabbed him in the back, down low and upwards, puncturing a kidney.

“He wanted me to make it hurt. To make it last.” Yoosung whispered into the man’s ear. He looked up as the second security guard lumbered back into the room. He forced the Chairman down to his knees. Yoosung dropped the letter opener, his dagger still in his other hand, currently constricting the man’s breathing. He reached for the gun, with a convenient silencer attached. It was illegal to own a firearm in Korea, silencers were a must. Unfortunately, that meant the security often had to do without those particular weapons. For a mob boss however, laws were made to be broken. He picked up the weapon, and pulled the trigger twice, a red blossom flowered between the lumbering man's eyes and over his heart. He fell to the floor, not far from his fellow security guard.

The woman outside was standing at the door, stunned. It was a second too long. The bullet hit her in the middle of the forehead, her body crumpling like an accordion. Yoosung tossed the gun away, he much preferred a more intimate form of killing.

He stood them both up again and shoved the man into his chair. He was bleeding like a stuck pig. Yoosung wiped the blood on his hands on his white t-shirt.

“Why…” the man croaked.

Yoosung laughed, his chest aching incredulously.

“Isn’t it obvious? Jumin’s tired of waiting for you to die! Tired of you dictating his entire life!” Yoosung screamed into his face. He brought his dagger down on the man’s thigh. To his credit, he did not cry out. Yoosung’s eyes widened, the anticipation of breaking this man was intoxicating!

He left the dagger in his thigh and stood back up, twirling the letter opener in his hand, the shiny blade flashing between his fingers. He walked around the chair. Chairman Han held a hand against the puncture at his back, trying to staunch the flow of blood. He was failing. As Yoosung rounded back around to the front of the man, the Chairman yanked the dagger out of himself and swung in at Yoosung. Yoosung ducked easily, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it painfully. The blade clattered to the floor.

The man grunted and glared at the blonde. He knew he was about to die, but he still showed no fear. Yoosung dropped the arm he held and stood up straight. He ran the tip of the letter opener along the man's jawline, pressing into the skin when he got to the chin. The man jerked his head away, leaving a droplet of blood on the blade. It glistened beautifully against the silver shine. Yoosung brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean. Chairman Han glared at Yoosung.

"I took care you!" He shouted. "I made you who you are, gave you the opportunity to be true to yourself. Where is your loyalty? What has Jumin ever done for you? Or is it...What has he promised you? I can give you the same, more!" He slipped to the side, he'd already lost too much blood.

Yoosung knelt in front of the man, pushing his legs apart so he could slide between them. The now empty envelope fluttered to the floor, nothing but a pretext to get the man off balance. He was suddenly a little bored with it all. He had arrived at bargaining for his life too quickly. He lay his blade against the man's stomach and pushed against the unyielding skin. Chairman Han grunted, sucking in his belly. He kept himself physically fit, but, he had never been a match for Yoosung,

"He didn't promise me anything." Yoosung hissed, pushing the tip of the blade into the man's belly. The older man tried to back away, but he was too weak now to even have full control of his extremities. His eyes were beginning to glaze over.

"I just like killing, so, thank you, thank you for giving me one of the best opportunities to do what I love." Yoosung leaned into the man, pushing the blade until he knew it had punctured a lung. Chairman Han's breathing suddenly grew even more ragged and he began to cough up blood. Yoosung watched, fascinated, the thick black blood bubbling out. He felt an uncontrollable urge to taste it but held himself in check. He forced his gaze to the man's eyes, the life filtering out, darkening his pupils. "Bye." he whispered. He'd hoped to linger on this kill longer. But it was still quite satisfactory. He stayed, pressed against the man for a couple of minutes, his hand still on the letter opener, before he finally sighed, all the curiosity gone. He'd learned all he was going to learn. He yanked the blade out and stood, wiping off the blood with a small area of his shirt that was still white. He yanked the shirt over his head as he headed to his book bag on the floor.

He kicked his now crimson stained sneakers off and stepped out of his pants. He bundled it all up together and placed it next to his bag as he knelt. Opening it, he pulled out a clean set of clothes and shoes. He grabbed a hand towel and wiped at his face, arms and legs until every trace was gone. He quickly redressed and shoved his bloody clothes into a garbage bag he'd pulled out of his book bag. Standing back up, he grabbed his hoodie, double checking that it was blood spatter free, and with a grin, he threw it back on. He finally slung the bag over his shoulder, clasping the dark garbage bag, and walked out. He didn't worry about the security videos; Driver Kim would have disabled them before Yoosung had even shown up. Witnesses were not a problem either. Everyone knew better than to say anything to the authorities about who came in or out.  

He descended in the elevator, not bothering to wipe down his prints from anything. He was a frequent guest of the Chairman and his prints would inevitably be all over the penthouse. He whistled as he walked out of the elevator and past the doorman.

As he headed towards the subway intending to make his way uptown to the University, he tossed the garbage bag into the open window of Driver Kim's idling vehicle. It pulled out instantly as Yoosung continued down the sidewalk. He would just be in time for his first class of the day.

[fahrenheitegg]

What your favorite Luxiem member says about you but I'm being too rude about it

✻ further notice: really rude, so you can attack me for this lol a lot of cussing and uncensored words

KINDRED

it's either you're one or a few of the following:

horny

into deep voiced men

has a demon kink

has a daddy kink

you're into toys or the idea of using them, aren't you?

has weirdge and unnatural kinks

have i said horny

"i can change him"

"i can make him be better"

holy and angel at home but you wanted to be yourself

you're horny

you're into british men

you like men who cooks

you like men who wear coats

you like oldge men

a stan of one of these mothertruckers: lucifer, jumin, zhongli, artem, danheng

QUILLDREN

you guys are choosing the safest option

you're into those men in anime that looks like girls (nagisa from assassination class for example)

you're writers and you want to learn from ike eveland

you're into metal

you want to be into metal

you're into cute things

you're into babying your s/o

you like being scolded

you like soft bois

you like soft bois that can easily change personalities (or whatever it's called like)

gentle people overwhelms you in a good way

you like people with coats

you like people wearing glasses

you're swede

MYSTAKE

"i can fix him" FUCK YOU YOU CAN'T

you're sad at home so want something or someone to laugh at

you're unseiso but not horny

okay sometimes you are horny

you're a bully

you're a bully but you've changed

you're sadistic

you like degrading someone

you like seeing someone degrading someone

you're that person who laughs when someone's getting scolded

you're a mom type of person

you're a mommy

you want to be a mommy

you're done but you want more

no one gets your dirty jokes at home

no one wants to hear your dirty jokes at all

you're asian

you're a filipino

you're mexican

you're into british men

YAMINION

you guys are choosing the most safest option

you like his streams because you can witness chaos while also being in the chaos

you're memers

you like intelligent men

you like soft spoken men

you prefer men who doesn't cuss at you

you like men who are good at shooting games

you're a chill person

you never had a boyfriend

you had a boyfriend before

you had a boyfriend but he sucked so bad (or he cheated)

you think he's imperfectly perfect

you like your men supportive

a few almost to no one understands you lol

you lack help irl

you are fucking cursed so you need someone to balance your fucking life and that's shu yamino

you like memes

you're not openly unseiso but that doesn't mean you are seiso lol

you're japanese

you want to learn japanese

LUCUB

you like cute things

you want someone to protect

you want someone to protect you

you like dogs

you're into himbos

you probably like arataki itto

you like babying people

you're a mommy

you want to be a mommy

you're into blonds

you're into that mafia shit

you like condoning shit

you like boobs

you're into big-bodied men

you run away from your problems

you face your problems in a way it doesn't need to be faced like

you're into seiso people

you're not seiso yourself

but you want to keep yourself pure for your oshi/s

you like spoiling people

you lack sunshine in your life

you like pranking people

you act like a fucking mom

you like fools

you're a switch

you're rich

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[likely-moony]

Businessman ~ Jumin Han~

Businessman

Paring: Yandere Jumin Han x Fem Reader

Type/words: Short Story ~ 2.6k Words

Summary: When Jumin Han stumbles upon a new up-and-coming Businesswoman, he feels something brew within in his heart. No, not love or happiness but a rage or even threatened feeling that her business could possibly overtake his. But how will his feeling evolve when he gets to know the young happy-go-lucky girl?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power, Perverted Characters, Mentions Of Sexual Harrasment, Unheathy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Affairs, Obsessive Letters, Unhealthy Feelings.

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Jumin Han

He has it all, 

Wealth, Power, Influence, looks and every maid and butler in his massive vacation home at his fingertips.

Raised with a shiny silver spoon in his mouth, Jumin grew up alongside some of the most influential people in the world.

Movie stars, businessmen, politicians, CEOs, and even mafia dons.

Jumin is and has always been surrounded by ties to all the top financial and political hot shots who’d be willing to do anything to do his bidding for him. 

But jumin never really needed to use it too much though, he preferred to get things done himself. 

He didn’t need his father’s money or a recommendation ~threatening~ letter to get into prestigious Ivy League colleges, he didn’t need daddy’s support to climb the ranks at his very own company and last of all, like hell he would need his father’s help to find a woman.

Is what should be assumed.

Jumin never really thought about women. Maybe once or twice as a kid whenever he saw his father bring home women or look up the skirt of a maid and eventually get her naked in bed later on. But other than that, never. 

When he did think about women, he wanted to find a woman who he could cherish with his heart. He wanted someone he could protect from people like his father. 

He wanted someone who would make his heart go all haywire and make his eyes sparkle. 

And most importantly, he wanted a woman who he could love for the rest of his life, unlike his father.

So when you, the clumsy little newly rising CEO, appear in front of him, Jumin regards you as a potential threat. 

Most would see the title of ‘potential threat’ as rude or even a threat in itself, but to Jumin Han, being regarded as a potential threat by him would be a massive compliment. 

You didn’t see Jumin as anything other than a fellow CEO, but to Jumin, you were someone he had to keep a constant eye on as a would-be business rival.

If Jumin were to look at you beyond the eyes of a businessman, he saw a cheerful young girl, happy-go-lucky and definitely not fit to run a company.

He didn’t like it. At all. 

He didn’t like how your eyes would instantly light up whenever you saw him around, and he didn’t like how you’d instantly start waving like some common person.

He didn’t like how you didn’t understand your own status. He didn’t like how instead of having the mindset of a world-class businesswoman, you had a mindset that of some poor college student.

He wanted you to understand how rich you would be if you stopped giving away most of your profits to organisations and such.

He wanted you to embrace your inner rich girl, but how would that be possible when all you did was give everything away that you didn’t have an immediate need for, instead of keeping all that money.

He didn’t like anything about you.

That cheesy smile.

That horrid humbleness of yours.

That disgusting way you don’t think about yourself alone.

He hated how whenever you were invited to a high-society party, you didn’t act all elegant to impress anyone. Instead, you stayed as yourself. Goofy and free. The way you waved to him like a happy puppy seeing its owner.

He hated everything.

It was on a certain fancy occasion when he had enough. Hot shots from all around the world were gathered at a social event to gather money to donate to organisations ~ and boast about their accomplishments~, and coincidentally both you and Jumin were invited.

Jumin showed up in a sleek tux with expensive accessories adorning his body, and what did you decide to wear to this once every 5-year party?

A fucking plain yellow sundress with mushroom earrings, a simple headband and ordinary dress shoes that any old poor person could buy at a local mall.

Jumin never puts any effort into his appearance at parties, but to think he had specifically chosen to wear his most expensive tux at this gathering alone could describe how high-end it was. 

And in that high-end party where everyone would show up in extravagant and expensive pieces of jewellery and clothes, you showed up in a sundress. A sundress. A sun dress that stopped at knee level. Meaning any creepy old pervert could come and see below your dress if he was sneaky enough.

Which was exactly what was happening. Old Jacquier and his fancy arse straight from Paris. Jacquier was 72 and had uncountable affairs and prostitutes. The maid uniform in his mansions was hideous beyond belief and only women who wanted to bed him would work there. 

Jacquire had a hidden fan in his hand, and using it, he blew your skirt much farther up than what Jumin expected you’d prefer. 

It was beginning to bother him. 

Why was he so irritated about something that barely concerned him?

He told himself it was human decency to stop the pervert, but memories of when Jacquier was peering at poor women in bathing suits and how Jumin did absolutely nothing to help them refused to enter his mind.

Jumin couldn’t hold it back any longer. He couldn’t hold his desire to do something about you.

And so, he left the party. 

Not because you were annoying him, but to run a quick errand.

Jumin returned within minutes, with what he needed in his hands.

He handed the specific set to Jaehee and wandered off back into the crowd.

With his tall glass of old wine in hand, Jumin made long strides towards you.

When you noticed him, you waved your hand as usual and smile at him but not for long.

Jumin swung his hand across in a fashionable manner and within seconds, his fine wine was all over your sundress. Not a drop on your face or arms, and not a drop on the floor. Just the dress. 

There were gasps and murmurs all around the ballroom, but you were quickly swished away by Jumin’s trusty assistant, Jaehee.

Jaehee saw the signs earlier and knew at once that the fancy ballgown that Jumin left the party to purchase and returned with was for you.

She brought you to a different room, cleaned you up and gave you the dress with no words exchanged. 

You nodded and took the dress from her hands and obediently put it on with no choice. After all, you weren’t going to return to the part with a massive wine stain on your dress.

The dress looked beautiful. It reached to your ankles, and coincidentally it matched Jumin’s choice of clothing.

And so, you reemerged into the party, but this time looking like the partner of the man who spilled wine all over for god knows why.

So you decided not to go near him again. 

That night, you left the part quite early.

Really early. 

And when you got the gist of Jumin’s dislike towards you, your sunshine persona went down and a cloud emerged around you.

Every time you’d seen him after that incident, instead of waving at him and smiling like an angel, you just sort of just avoided him. 

Jumin hated that too.

Jumin also hated that instead of keeping the dress, heels and accessories like a present, you had sent it back to him, washed and ironed and neatly folded through the mail.

But he didn't sulk about it for long, in his eyes, the dress was a cheap piece of crap while in the eyes of a normal person, that dress was worth a fortune and their family inheritance.

Obviously, if he was going to gift something to you, it would have to hold worth and meaning, not some dress he bought in a rush that looked like his.

But of course, he only bought that dress due to its beauty, not its shocking resemblance to Jumin's tux.

Obviously.

It was just a coincidence that it matched his.

Right?

So as an apology, Jumin did some businessman-ish things. 

He starts investing big bucks in your company, anonymously, knowing you desperately needed it.

He started spreading a good word about you as a ceo and your company started to rise even quicker. 

And he did the little things like that which would make your day much better. 

When he started seeing you around again, you seemed happier than before. Only if you didn’t see him. If you saw him, your happy mood would go down and you would feel sad again. 

It was cute. 

Your little smiles that popped up whenever someone said a good thing about your company. The way your eyes sparkled whenever you got a notification from your assistant ~Jumin’s mole spy~ that someone ~Jumin~ had invested further into your company. 

It was the little things. 

And eventually, the little things started to make Jumin smile. 

And eventually, the smiles turned to little giggles.

And eventually, over time the little giggles turned to somewhat heart eyes. 

But Jumin was oblivious to it. 

He knew that he didn’t hate you anymore, but he also didn’t know that he was now in love with you.

And so when he finally decided to see you again and make you see him, his heart broke. Another cheerful smile on your face was wiped away when you saw him, replaced with an upset, sad face.

When Jumin had enough, he instantly walked up to you, but when you tried to leave, he grabbed your hand and held it in place.

He asked you what’s wrong and why you keep avoiding him.

When you tell him that you aren’t sure why he hates you, but you’re sorry, Jumin is baffled.

“I- I don’t-” Jumin was speechless.

For the first time in his life.

Jumin Han was lost for words.

Jumin explains to you calmly at a coffee shop nearby that he indeed did not hate you at all. He found that you're an amazing person and he adored you and your humbleness.

And so, you and Jumin formed a sort of kinship. 

Friendship, even!

Jumin didn’t know what to do for you.

He wanted to help you, just didn’t know how to.

So he did more businessman things just crueller.

That troublesome new rich guy that keeps asking for shares in your company?

Gone.

Not gone as in dead or missing or anything, just gone from the business scene. Bankrupt and in severe debt.

That traitor in your company who's spying on you for someone?

Gone

The company that the mole came from?

Also gone

Perished even.  

That shareholder who keeps abusing his power of you to listen to him? 

Left with nothing but sand and dirt to live off of. It was to the point where the shareholder decided to leave this world behind. Since you didn’t have many shareholders anymore, Jumin invested much more money than he’d ever trust anyone with into your company.

And over this long journey of eliminating your enemies, Jumin and you got extremely close. Jumin even had the final realization that he was completely head over heels for you. 

But you still only saw him as a friend.

And so the eliminations continued.

And they just kept getting worse and worse and worse

You were glad at first, Jumin saw but as they continued you started getting worried.

It came to the point when you decided to see Jumin. 

You told Jumin of your worries and you didn’t understand what was happening and why everyone around you was falling.

Jumin was confused.

Were you not happy?

He was doing all this just to see that smile of yours.

Did this not make you smile?

When you find out that Jumin was behind it all, you felt disgusted.

“Why would you do that?! You were the reason that poor man killed himself! How could you not feel a single sense of guilt after all that!”

“I did it all for you,”

“WHY!? I never asked for any of this! That assistant was just a poor college student trying to pay his debt off! He meant no ill intent!”

“Still he could have hurt you!"

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Because I love you!"

“What-!?”

“And you love me too!”

“Jumin-”

“There is no need to hide it, I did all of this for you, my love!”

“Jumin this is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Is what every man in love hears, Y/n.”

“I’ve never seen you as anything more than a close business friend.”

And with that, you leave Jumin’s office.

heartbroken, Jumin falls back into his large chair and loosens his tie, undoing the first four buttons of his shirt. 

He rakes his hand through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Jumin wasn’t a very emotional man, but you made him feel things he’s never felt before.

Jumin had to do something.

He started with small apologetic gestures. 

He offered you your favourite coffee every morning. He bought you common people plushies that Jaehee recommended. He wrote you sorry notes and bought you expensive chocolate, but nothing worked. 

Jumin was starting to lose his patience. 

He began writing love notes.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…”

“Please come back my dear,”

“If only you return my feelings, I would love you for the rest of my life!”

“I know you love me, if you just admit it, we can be happy together.”

“You look beautiful  when you work alone”

“You’re mine and I’m yours”

“Have you ever been told how angelic you look when taking a bath? Obviously not, your mine to compliant, right?”

And so, they progressively got worse and worse till-

“You’re mine” had appeared on your doorstep. The ink was red and was written in such rage.

Jumin ran out of patience when an idea entered his head. 

Back when Jumin was still trying to apologise to you through ‘businessman things’, he often invested a lot of money in your company, which meant he instantly became a shareholder. 

He was the only shareholder of the company, which meant that the company was basically his. 

So on a bright day when you were told that you would have a meeting scheduled with your anonymous shareholder at 5, you felt excited to see who was helping you so much.

Was it that kind old man who you met at a conference the other day? Or maybe even an old friend of yours? No, it couldn't be. You barely had any friends, let alone friends that could invest billions into your little start-up company.

So when you showed up at the meeting, your face looked as if it had been hit by thunder.

There he sat, smugly, in the pricey loveseat with his legs crossed one over another in a superior way as his finger played with his cuff links.

“What're you-”

"Fancy seeing you here, love..."

That smug smirk on his face infuriated you.

His face said it all

He set out his plan clear like a whiteboard, not to you of course, but you'd find out eventually.

He'd purposely start ruining your business by making on purpose bad decisions as a shareholder and as a business rival from across the street.

And so, debt was upon you, but Jumin didn't care.

Of Course, he felt tons of pity towards his future wife, crippling under all that pressure, so when he decided you'd had enough, he starts making good decisions and starts to support your company.

But of course,

Everything must come with a price.

This one is simple though, love.

Marry Jumin, love jumin, and have Jumin’s children.

Simple 

But if you don't listen, well-

He’d have 707 hack into your systems and ruin everything you ever worked towards whitin seconds.

And there’s also the final option-

The CEO must always listen to the shareholder after all…

Hope you enjoyed it <3

[anon-drabble]

every once in a while i get a sudden urge to re-read danger and today's one of those days, thank you for writing that masterpiece

anon, thaaaaaank you! i always see comments about re-reading on other fics but i never thought mine would be included in something like that. i am so honored that you still enjoy it even after re-reading it. i really loved writing it. mafia jumin is the best. 💜

[youryanderedaddy]

Masterlist

Royalty/Military/Fantasy -> separate list

Storyline OC content

Edgar:

Edgar kidnapping his S/O

Edgar headcanons 

An eye for an eye

Eating S/O out 

S/O comes home with bruises

Dark web!Edgar

Gambit:

The villain series I

The villian series II

Jess:

pt 1

pt.2

Cassian:

pt.1 Summary: An unlikely encounter brings you and Cassian together, resulting in a decade - long obsession born out of lust and hatred.

pt.2

Adam:

pt.1

pt.2

pt.3

Obey me!

Broken glass  Yandere!Lucifer

Silence Yandere!Lucifer

Yandere!Lucifer

Kindness  Yandere!Belghegor

Discipline Yandere!Lucifer x reader x Diavolo

Mystic messenger

Honey dripping  Yandere!Jumin Han

The Fine Print Sumarry: You are Jumin Han’s housekeeper, but he’s the one who keeps you in the house.

Stranger danger  Yandere!Saeran

Do you hate me? Yandere!707

Degrees of lewdity

Party pooper Yandere!Whitney

Yandere! Sydney

Greek mythology

Yandere! Apollo

Yandere! Eros

Yandere!Apollo headcanons

Yandere!Eros headcanons

Yandere!Eros x Yandere!Apollo x f.reader

NSFW

With a cherry on top    Summary: You are outside at midnight looking for clients when you meet a particular man. You never make it back home.

With a cherry on top pt.1.5

With a cherry on top pt.2 

With a cherry on top pt.3

Good girl 

Aiden headcanons

Bewitched    Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

Sick  Yandere POV

Yandere!Ghost

Best Friends Forever   Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson

War prize   Summary: You get taken as a war prize once the barbarians take over your homeland.

War prize pt.2

War prize pt.3

Love Fuel Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Every breath you take tw murder

A Widow's Web Summary: Maybe trusting a stranger you met in the middle of the night wasn't your smartest decision, so you had to pay the price.

Yandere!Athlete

Yandere!Mafia

Yandere!Incel the prequel

Yandere!Incel pt.1

Yandere!Incel pt.2

Yandere!Colonel wife!reader

Enemies with benefits

Sweet boyfriend snaps

Yandere!Academic rival

Yandere!Bussiness woman

Yan!Bully x Cow hybrid!reader

Yan!Boyfriend doesn't want to break up

Yandere!Monster

Yandere!Stalker

Gentle vs Rough

Love/Hate

Movies

Yandere!Ghostface

Other

Yandere-tsundere

Yandere!Cannibal 0.1

Yandere!Cannibal 0.2

Lady Luck pt.1  Yandere!Mafia boss

Yandere!Bully

Mirror gaze tw: mindbreak

Two Time   

Scum  

Topping from the grave

Robot/AI apocalypse AU  

Yandere!Spoiled brat

Yandere!Spoiled brat pt.2

Someone I used to know yandere highschool crush

Hero complex

Yandere x apathetic reader tw death

Yandere!communist x anarchist!reader

Bitter - sweet loveless marriage gone wrong

Yandere!Gentle giant

A Match Made In Hell toxic husband x toxic wife reader

Innocent!Yandere

Light Me Up

Yandere!Superhero headcanons

Yandere!Cop

Yandere!Detective

Yandere!Therapist

In Your Room stalker shenanigans

[mysme-nsfwstories]

Masterlist

- Mostly nsfw/smut. I just started writing so there's not much but I'll try posting occasionally :3

- I do write kinks but dirty kinks that include bodily fluids such as scat etc. WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.

♡Yoosung Kim

Confession

Desperation (bdsm)

What's work?

♡Zen / Hyun Ryu

When the beauty becomes a beast

Sprained ankle

Behind the scene

♡Jumin Han

Visiting

He's a mafia

"I was joking"

Punishment (bdsm)

Pitch black (bdsm)

♡707 / Saeyoung Choi

Cross dress date

Long distance