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chosaraki · 14 days ago

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Mine forever

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Gitae Kim x R.femele.

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(Y/n) as a close friend of Jake Kim

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The metal sound echoed softly in the shed. The smell of oil, grease and burnt steel mixed with the humid morning air. You were down, focused, with your fingers dirty with oil while changing the chain on Jake's bike. He had left with you trusting that he would take good care of it - and you always took care of it.

Being his friend meant many things: listening to his outbursts, covering up illegal fights, protecting the younger boys from the Big Deal, and - of course - fixing his motorcycles every time he came back with them destroyed.

You heard low music on the phone, so you didn't notice the shadow until it completely turned off the light around you.

He looked up.

And there he was.

A man so tall and wide that he seemed shaped by war. He wore black from head to toe, no symbols, no marks - just presence. The type of presence that forces anyone to straighten their posture. His eyes examined you as if they knew too much, even without ever having seen you.

You got up calmly, wiping your hands on the cloth. His gaze was direct, without fear - as it always was.

- "You're lost?" - you asked, simple.

He smiled. A cold, elegant, soulless smile.

- "Actually, I'm looking for someone. Jake Kim They say he's number one here."

The mention of Jake's name has already put you on alert. This man was not from the police, nor from the local gangs. You felt that. He didn't use threats - he was the threat.

- "He's not here now." - he replied, trying to keep the tone neutral.

- "You lie badly." - he tilted his head to the side, like a wolf studying the prey.

You didn't back down. But the tension was palpable.

He took another step. Now, between you and the exit. His body radiated danger. Still, his gaze was not on his face - it was on his body, on his every line, as if he was calculating how long it would take to break each part.

- "Are you just his friend?" - he asked.

You crossed your arms, keeping your chin up.

- "Yes. And why? Jake is not afraid of anyone. If you came to fight, you'll leave here with more broken parts than this bike."

That should have the angry one. He smiled. A smile that was not warm - it was of perverse interest.

- "Braved." - he murmured. - "I like that. And now I like you."

He approached once again. You took a step to the side, but he cornered you against the tool bench, the big hand landing next to your waist.

- "Jake has so many things and doesn't even know what to do with them. Maybe I'll show you how a real Kim treats a woman."

His heart raced - with fear and anger.

You looked into his eyes.

- "Do you think you can intimidate me? Jake may be your brother, but you're nothing like him."

He didn't move. But his eyes darkened. His pride had been touched.

And he liked it.

- "Jake will hate me more than he already hates... when I make you choose me. Of my own free will."

With a last intense look, he retreated.

- "Tell him that Kitae passed by here. And that now... he has something of mine."

He walked away without looking back. But you knew: that conversation wasn't over.

It was just the beginning.

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Next day — Big Deal Shed

Jake entered the shed with his step hurried and his jaw locked. The other members could barely follow him - he only walked like that when he wanted to kill someone.

- "Where is she?" - he asked one of the boys, who indicated the back area without daring to face his leader.

You had your hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt, with headphones in your ear, but you noticed his presence as soon as he entered. Jake's energy was different - hot, intense, protective. But today it was loaded.

He stopped in front of you. The look was worried... and furious.

- "(y/n)... is it true?"

You took off your headphones. - "If you're talking about your sick brother surrounding me yesterday... yes. Yeah."

Jake was silent for a moment. His fists closed slowly, as if he were holding himself.

- "What did he say?" - his voice was low, dangerous.

- "I said that now you have something of him. And he seemed to be talking about me."

Jake turned around, kicking hard a toolbox, which ricocheted and fell scattered on the floor. The others moved away.

You weren't scared. He approached him, firmly.

- "Jake. I'm not your possession. And I'm not fragile either."

- "I know." - he replied quickly, still not looking at you. - "But he's not like the others. Kitae... he pulls out everything he likes and keeps it to himself. He doesn't joke, (y/n). He destroys."

You held his arm, squeezing it.

- "So let me fight. Let me be part of it."

He finally looked at you. And you saw: real fear in his eyes. Jake Kim, always protective, was scared to death of losing you.

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NIGHT — BIG DEAL ROOF

You needed to breathe. The night was cold, and the sky, without stars. You went up to the roof, the only place where you could think. The city seemed calm. It just looked like.

A voice broke the silence behind you.

- "You searched for me in your thoughts all day."

You turned slowly. Kitae was there, like a shadow that emerged from the concrete. He wore black, his hands in his pockets, as if he wasn't the most dangerous thing alive in that block.

- "Did Jake tell you that I would kill for what I want?"

You took a step back, but firmed your feet. - "If you want me, you'll have to kill me too. Because I'm not something that is stolen. And I don't even see myself easily."

He walked up to you, slowly.

- "You still don't understand, (y/n)..." - he stopped inches from your face. - "I don't want to hurt you. But I will. If that's the price to have you."

You faced him. There was no fear in you. Just repulsion... and a strange spark. Something that Kitae also noticed.

He growled low.

- "Jake never looked at you the way I look. He protects you like a brother. But me? I think of you with your hands tied and your neck full of marks."

You pushed him hard, but he held your wrist before it retreated.

- "And that's why I won't give up. You will be mine, (y/n). Even if it costs my brother's head."

And then he let go. As if you had all the time in the world.

- "See you soon."

He disappeared into the shadows of the building as if he had never been there.

But you knew. That wasn't the end.

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Any night - Empty street, near the Big Deal shed

It was late. You came back alone, headphones in your ears, thick coat and the thought away. I had just argued with Jake. He wanted to take you away from everything, send you away, as if hiding was a solution.

And you hated it.

You weren't a maiden.

But at that moment, even full of anger... you felt it before you saw it.

A black car stopped a few meters away. No license plate. Dark windows. The passenger door opened slowly.

And before you could react - strong, fast, cold as steel arms wrapped around your waist. They pulled you as if you were light as paper.

You fought, kicked, screamed. But there was no one on the street. And that damn perfume - the masculine, woody, clean smell - made you want to bite your own tongue.

You were in his arms.

Kitae Kim

Inside the car. Locked. Prison.

- "I'm been thinking about doing this for days." - he murmured, calm. "You think about me, don't you?"

You snorted, staring at him. - "You're sick. Let me go now."

He looked straight into his eyes, as if he saw through his defenses.

- "I saw how you looked at me. On the roof. And before that. You try to fool yourself. Try to hate me. But I'm inside your head."

You wanted to spit on him. I wanted to punch. But...

... I didn't want to admit, not even to yourself... that he was fucking hot.

Those veins bounced in the forearms. The way he spoke with his chin locked. The predator's look.

"Imagine if he grabbed you hard, threw you against the wall, made you shut up with his mouth..."

- "WAKE UP, (Y/N)!" - you said loudly, hitting your own face with the palm of your hand. "He's a maniac, psychopath, human trash!"

Kitae laughed. He heard.

- "I liked the sincerity. That makes you even more mine."

You turned around, trying to open the door. He stretched his arm and locked it with a snat.

- "You're going to spend some time with me. Go talk to me. And you will understand... that all this you feel - the fear, the anger, the tension - all this is just the first stage of obsession."

You were silent. The car went through streets you didn't know.

Kitae watched you sideways.

- "You're going to fight. But in the end, (y/n)... you'll stop running away. Go look at me and accept: you want me."

You turned to him with a cold look.

- "You'll never be Jake. And I'll never be yours."

The smile he gave was slow. Dangerous.

- "I don't want you to be mine by force, (y/n). I want it to be... for the will."

And that was scarier than any threat.

Because part of you... was afraid that, deep down... he was right.

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How did all this start?

It was hard to believe that everything had started just a few weeks ago.

You remembered perfectly: the first day you saw him was quick - a strange presence during a tense meeting between gangs. You were standing next to Jake, arms crossed, without smiling, but watching everything. A girl among dangerous men, and yet... confident.

His eyes crossed with yours. It was fast. A still, cold, emotionless look - and at the same time... curious.

You thought it was just another bored mobster. Any look.

But it wasn't.

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FLASHBACK —

THE BEGINNING

Kitae Kim didn't forget faces.

But yours wasn't just recorded - it was fixed.

You had something that messed with his control.

Your posture... your speech... the way you didn't look away from him like everyone else.

And for the first time in years, something in Kitae got out of control.

That same night, he already knew your name.

The next day, your address.

In less than 72 hours, your apartment had already been invaded while you were away.

Cameras installed in discreet corners.

Motion sensors.

Microphones hidden in sockets.

You didn't know... but you were already inside the cage, even walking free.

Observation

Kitae watched everything from a dark room, on split screens.

You in pajamas.

You cooking with your hair up.

You singing softly in the shower.

And then...

You alone in bed, rolling impatiently.

Hands sliding through their own body. The breath getting heavy.

The private pleasure, the eyes closed, the muffled moan on the pillow.

He saw it. Everything.

And that... made him burn inside.

- "She has no idea..." - he murmured, his fingers closing around the coffee mug.

- "...that already belongs to me."

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You were his new project.

But it wasn't just desire. It was possession. Fascination. Addiction.

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—END OF THE FLASHBACK

The silence in the car was almost unbearable. The engine roared low while the city lights were disappearing little by little through the window.

You watched the path carefully - no point seemed familiar. They were leaving Seoul.

The seat belt pressed your chest as a reminder: you had no way out. And he knew that.

Kitae drove with a frightening calm. The long fingers rested on the steering wheel, firm, quiet, as if he hadn't just kidnapped you in the middle of the street.

You tried to keep your voice stable, but the fear choked inside.

- "To where are you taking me?"

He answered without looking at you.

- "To where no one will take you away from me."

His heart shot.

- "You're crazy."

- "No." - he murmured, now turning his face. The dark eyes shone with a sick certainty. - "Crazy is the world that ignores you. Jake keeps you as a friend, as a shadow. I see you in full."

You wanted to laugh nervously.

- "You kidnapped me. That's not seeing someone. This is obsession."

- "Right." - he turned right, taking a deserted road surrounded by trees. - "That's courage. I do what other men only fantasize about. I take what I want. And I want you, (y/n). From the moment you looked up at me without fear."

His stomach turned.

But worse than fear, it was the heat on your cheeks. The sweat on the back of the neck. The damn thought that came back:

"Why is he so handsome? Why doesn't my leg stop shaking?!”

You closed your eyes and tried to concentrate.

The house appeared after twenty minutes of tense silence. Isolated. Huge. Automatic gates. No neighbors nearby.

A luxury captivity. A prison tailor-made for you.

The gate opened slowly and he parked calmly.

- "Leave." - he said, without violence, as if he were inviting you to dinner.

You hesitated.

- "If I run, will you kill me?"

He smiled... with his eyes.

- "If you run, you'll find out what I'm capable of."

You left.

The night air was dense. The house was silent. He put the card on the door and let you in first.

The house was clean, modern, large. But... there were pictures of you on the walls.

You froze.

It was you in ordinary moments: reading, laughing with friends, sleeping. Photos taken from afar. Or maybe... from the inside.

- "You have cameras in my house." - you whispered, disgusted.

- "I had." - he corrected. - "Now I don't need them anymore. You're here."

You turned around, your heart in your throat.

- "I will never love you. I will never want you."

He stared at you for a second... and then took a step forward. The voice came out low. Intense.

- "Then learn to hate me with each of your cells. But do it close to me. Here. Where I can see you feel."

And the worst? Part of you... trembled with something that wasn't just fear.

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Days passed in that house.

You've tried everything. Ignore him. Face it. To provoke. Pretending coldness. Vomit sharp words whenever he approached.

But Kitae Kim was a patient monster.

He didn't need to run. Because I already knew: what burns, consumes. And what consumes, dominates.

You slammed the door. He smiled.

You ate in silence. He was watching you.

You said "I hate you"... and he just answered:

- "One more step."

He was winning, and you knew it.

Because deep down, between fear and anger, something in you burned. Something unthinkable.

That night, you decided to try one more time. The plan was simple: to provoke so much that he would retreat. Make him feel disgusted. Make him let you go.

You came down with a short dress. Cold eyes. Firm steps. He sat on his couch, with his legs crossed, as if he were in control.

- "Do you want me that much?" - you said, sarcastically. - "So take it. Enjoy. And then he gets sick of me right away."

Kitae didn't answer right away. He looked at you in silence.

Then he got up.

Came to you.

And before you could react - he pulled you by the arm, throwing you on his shoulder as if it were nothing.

You screamed, hit his chest hard, kicked.

- "You crazy! Let me go!!”

But he carried you to the room. He opened the door with his foot. He threw you on your back on the bed. His body came on top, like a shadow, like fire. The heat of his body, the wild eyes.

- "You want to provoke me until when?" - his voice was low. Hoarse. Burning.

- "You're playing with fire. But I am the fire."

You tried to turn your face, but he held your chin tightly. The glued faces. The eyes fixed on yours.

- "Do you hate me?" - he whispered. - "Or are you just pretending to keep your pride?"

You were breathing fast. And I was tired of running away. Tired of pretending.

Because the desire overflowed. Because he dominated you inside even when you said no.

You pulled him by the shirt. He tore the fabric between you. His hands are warm. Firms. His body is heavy, solid. His raw, impatient touch. No mercy.

And in that bed, in the middle of the emotional war, you got lost.

You moaned loudly. There was no control.

You shouted his name.

You bit his shoulders, scratched his back, arched his body.

- "You're mine." - he said through his teeth, with failing breathing.

- "My. Only mine. Until the end."

And even if the world rushed around, at that moment... you didn't want to escape.

I wish he never stood.

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The truth was simple, cruel and addicted: every time you tried to resist, you ended up in bed.

You said "no" with words, but your body screamed "stay".

And he knew. Kitae Kim read you like no one else.

You tried to keep control. She tried to learn something new from him - defense, escape, emotional domain. She tried to be cold. Sarcastic. Offensive. I wanted to prove to be stronger, smarter.

But he always found the loophole.

And you... always slipped on her.

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You were in the center of the room, with your arms crossed, trying to learn a new defense technique that you had read in a manual left by one of his guards. He watched from the couch, shirt open, eyes half-closed.

- "I'm trying to learn, damn it." - you said, frustrated, after missing the movement for the third time.

- "You look beautiful when you get angry." - he said with a crooked smile.

You spun on your heels.

— "Go fuck yourself—"

He was already up. It was already too close.

His hands slid to his neck. Not with violence, but with control. Domain.

The firm, warm fingers, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

- "Every time you start screaming..." - he murmured - "...it ends like this."

You shuddered.

Your body responded before your mind.

The legs became weak. Breathing failed. The lips parted.

He had found it. Your weak point.

You tried to resist. He used words like a knife:

- "You're disgusting. Coward. Psychopath. If you think you own the world, but you're just a... of a—”

He squeezed lightly, just enough for his voice to become a moan.

His eyes closed. His body arched.

- "You don't know how to lie, (y/n). When I play here..." - he pressed a little more, with his thumb on the side of his neck - "...you undo it."

You wanted to curse. I wanted to hit.

But all that came out of his mouth was a low, broken, shamefully real moan.

- "Damn..." - you whispered, your knees almost giving way.

He held you with his arms, sticking your body to his.

- "Do you see? You are my favorite lesson. And I'm the only one who really teaches you."

The clothes were torn off in a hurry. The floor turned into a bed. The world has disappeared.

You got lost in the screams, in the dirty words, in his smell.

And once again... you were defeated. For a touch. By a command. For him.

⸻

You could hate Kitae Kim.

But your body?

Your body... had already surrendered.

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After weeks of secret surveillance. She tried to resist with hatred, provocations and strength - but Kitae discovered her weak point: control. Each confrontation ended in desire, tension and physical surrender.

Despite everything, she feels pleasure with him, even fighting against it. What began as kidnapping became a mutual, dangerous and explosive addiction.

He wants her body and soul.

And she... is on the verge of not being able to escape anymore.

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