#kpop hacker au

[naoristerling]

Yeosang fic rec

Entropy (k.ys) | 21.3k @in-san-ity

Hacker yeo X reader mafia

things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn't a punch, it was a machine gun.

Fated

Alma gêmea

Siren | 27,8k @sorryimananti-romantic

yeosang is a siren and you're a siren-hunter. he may have lost his voice and you may be immune to a siren's call, but he has you bewitched anyway. on your journey together to find the sirens who killed your parents and took his voice, you make new friends, find yourself cursed and turning into a siren, and fall for yeosang. he proves time and time again that he's not the monster you thought all sirens to be as he helps you come to terms with yourself and find the person who cursed you.

Freaks || Kang Yeosang | 3,4k @mingigoo

after being friends for ten years, your triad friendship with Yeosang and Wooyoung is falling apart, all because of a simple game—spin the bottle.

Cosmos | 18k @pirateprincessblog

centuries ago, humans detected a signal from an asteroid with a collision probability of 1-in-1,200. unwilling to gamble with humanity's future, they decided to evacuate. thus, kang yeosang finds himself aboard a spaceship, nestled in a sleeping pod among thousands of other slumbering passengers. the destination appears distant, and everyone remains asleep. just why is the young man awake then?

ʀᴜᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | 3k @the-midnight-blooms

Dreams soulmate au

Other members

San

destiny. | 25k @tainsan

waking up in the past is a disorienting experience. what’s even worse is it seems like you’re the only person in the world who is experiencing it. so when all of a sudden, a distressed man shows up claiming he has also woken up in the past. you realise he may be the key to your way home, yet he also just so happens to be a member from your favourite kpop group, ateez.

Champagne Problems | ? @mingigoo

after finding out your dad set you up in an arranged marriage that you wanted no part of, the only thing you could think of is claiming you already had a lover. To prove it, you kissed a complete stranger in front of him at your engagement party—a stranger you knew your dad wouldn’t approve of.

blushing red. | 11k @atozfic

how did choi san go from wanting to protect you like a big brother to wanting to ruin you with his own two hands? ( part of the rainbow riots anthology series. )

Overdrive | 18k @atozfic

His favourite | 12k @k-hotchoisan

Seongwa

Bodyguard | 37,8k @baekhvuns

in which his task is to be your bodyguard, his mob-boss’s daughter. where he not only guards you but also guards your body.

rewrite the stars | 24k @baekhyun-ah

in which you runway to escape an alliance accompanied by an unknown man named park seonghwa.

Arrow in the dark | 65k

Your quiet life of working at a convenience store is upended when ultra wealthy Seonghwa convinces you to pretend to be his girlfriend for one night in order to fool his parents.

Playing with fire | 200+k @ateezmakemeweep

Age gap

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge.

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet.

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father.

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year.

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of.

Hongjoong

needle to the heart | 7k @pirateprincessblog

wedding planning seemed stressful and difficult on tv and in the stories of your friends and family. your first one was, indeed, stressful and difficult. so much that it took you less than ten minutes to discard your wedding dress, undo your hair, and call a cab. this time will be different. with a different approach. in a different city. with a different man.

look after you || k.hj (m.) | 10k @mingigoo

after a long night at work with little to no sleep, you nearly doze off on your way home, hitting a tattooed, spikey-haired guy in the middle of the road. Panicking, you run out to help him and go with him to the hospital, only to lie and say he was your husband so you could go back with him. Well, when he woke up, he didn't exactly take it the way you thought he would...

Overdrive | 18k @atozfic

a lonely artist finds himself in need of some human contact, so he joins a dating app but with a very specific request: he doesn’t want a relationship, he wants the experience of one. when someone contacts him, interested and willing to aid him in his search for artistic inspiration, the rules quickly become simple: no real names, no personal details, no feelings. so what the hell is kim hongjoong supposed to do when he catches himself daydreaming about their future together?- or, can you fall in love with a stranger?

Your Gentle Hands (They Feel Like Home To Me). || Kim Hongjoong. [ Part I ] | 31k @yourlocaljonghoe

meeting the local outcast shouldn't have ended with you slowly falling for him. yet you did, all while knowing you could never have this man, because you were already someones else's wife. two lovers, a dress shop, and a violent man between it all. we all know how this ends, right? ... right?

New World | 27k @sorryimananti-romantic

you've always known the crown prince was just a little power hungry, however, when you offer to kill the king for him as part of your big scheme to end the monarchy, you didn't realise he'd be ecstatic about it. while you etch out an elaborate plan to get more obstacles out of the way, you start enjoying his company just a little too much. it ultimately clouds your judgement and becomes the cause of your downfall, though... if you go down, he goes down with you :D

what lies beneath | k.hj | 13k @noramoons

there’s a pair of eyes blinking up at you from below the pier. you think you know who (or what, really) they belong to—but you might be too afraid to admit it.

The secret garden | 13k @yoonguurt

Spring brings with it the need for a change. You're in a writing rut and that just can't happen right now. You decided to spend a few months with your aunt at her massive garden estate. for the first time in 10 years. Dreams of a boy you don't remember become a nightly thing. Who is this boy?

TWTHH Spinoff: Stitched Hearts | 14k @edenesth

Throughout his entire career, Hongjoong has received nothing but praise for his work. Never once had anyone suggested his dresses were anything short of perfection. That is, until he met the youngest daughter of the Baek household—the family's black sheep, an enigmatic spinster whom he found utterly confounding.

Lust is in the Air | 6.5k ❤️‍🔥 @bananayuyu

Your best friend drags you along to a family wedding, wanting to add some fun to your all too serious life. Turns out her uncle is the one who really provides the distraction.

One-shot I ?k ❤️‍🔥 @sugawhaaa

Eita que ele tá bravo

𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔐𝔞𝔫 | ok @holybibly

You've always had expensive taste. So when you meet a gorgeous older man in a bar with the most ravenous feline eyes and diabolical smile, you can't resist the urge to taste him. You let him take you back to his place and give you the most unforgettable night of your life.

[markftmingi]

👀👀👀maybe bc it's units u can make it y/n x one person from every unit.... Bc they don't see each other bc they're responsible for different areas of the mafia👀👀👀👀 y/n can basically play them?????

omg anon i love the way you think 😭 awhile ago i had this au idea (i think i used chanyeol for it?) but y/n wasn’t apart of the mafia but the mafia looked out for her because y/n’s father was the leader of another gang and their mafias were like friends lol but like just say each week or something a different unit of the mafia protects y/n so she got like a bf in each section of the mafia 😭😭😭 i usually don’t write angsty things but like it could end in arguments and heartbreak for y/n and like 5 nct members OR they could be like “you’re not that sneaky we knew you were dating/sleeping with all of us haha we love you it’s okay” 👀🤣

[yandere-society]

wow under the microscope was soo good!! can i request a hacker! tae? I don't have any specific plot in mind, just wanna see hacker tae in action. Thank you~

Locked 

Word Count: 1.2k

I don’t know what this is lmao apologies - 🐯

“Perfect,” You nodded to yourself, proud that -for once- you’d actually managed to pack everything you needed in time.

Of course, the one time you were on time to the train station, the train was delayed. You stood with your bags, awaiting the eventual arrival of the train. You couldn’t be late.

With a sigh, you checked the time displayed on the clock face. Almost two hours late…weird. Did the train break down? What exactly happened for it to be so late?

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” The receptionist chirped, not at all bothered by your obvious distress. “There are no more trains today. They’ve been cancelled.”

You sat on your sofa, curled up with a frown on your face. Your parents would be so mad that you arrived later than what you’d told them, damnit. They’d been wanting you to visit for ages now, and we’re delighted when you finally agreed. But now, things had been ruined again. At least you knew the first thing they’d be nagging you about.

‘Why don’t you learn to drive?’ ‘This wouldn’t have happened if you could drive.’

You sighed, throwing your head back against the couch, ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes. You stared at the phone in your hands. You should call them, tell them you’ll be late. And yet, you didn’t. You couldn’t do it- you didn’t want to face their reactions just yet. You’d leave early in the morning, you told yourself, a weak attempt at reassurance. But, perhaps it did the job. You managed to fall asleep soon after. Or, perhaps you fell asleep so fast because you were exhausted- because you didn’t want to think about your screw up any longer. 

While he wasn’t actually in the building with you, Taehyung could sense your distress. He never meant to upset you. Why were you so bothered by this anyway? As far as you knew, you’d only have to wait until morning. Sure, he didn’t actually intend to let you leave, but you didn’t know that. It shouldn’t have made you cry.

The thought makes him frown, a guilty look spreading across his face. He made you cry. It’s his fault that you’re so upset.

The trains being mysteriously cancelled was Taehyung’s doing. Forging an order from someone was much easier than you’d have expected, and it only made things better for Taehyung. If he wanted, he could get the roads closed, then you’d have no choice but to stay at home. But that wasn’t his plan.

Taehyung yawned, tired out from all the work he’d been doing that day. But he couldn’t go to sleep yet. Not when he had more important things to do. A personal project, of sorts.

His eyes flickered back over to the biggest screen on his desk- the one that displayed your apartment. It hadn’t been hard to hack into the camera of your phone. And it meant that he could check up on you pretty much all the time. Whenever Taehyung was feeling down, he could just see what you were up to, and suddenly his energy was replenished.

You were still sleeping, having fallen asleep with your phone at your side. That was one habit of yours Taehyung loved. It was as if you knew he watching and wanted him to keep doing so. Though, he noticed that where you were sleeping looked different. You had fallen asleep on your couch, he realised. Taehyung wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It was adorable to imagine you being so sleepy you had just fallen asleep, but then, he had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

He sighed, peeling his eyes off the monitor and beginning what he had planned. For once, he was glad for such state of the art technology. Especially for locks- like the one your door had. Sure, he could go out and pick a lock, but he couldn’t do that from his home. With an electronic lock, all he had to do was hack in to a few things, and then he had complete control. He could do anything he wanted to your lock. He could force it to stay open, or, like he was about to, he could force it stay locked, even from the inside.

This meant you wouldn’t be able to leave your house. Well, not unless you climbed and jumped out of your window, but that was unlikely- you lived too high up for that.

Now that he was finished with that task, Taehyung didn’t really have much to do. He had to wait for you to wake up to do anything. He supposed he could get some sleep, but then he’d miss the chance to see your face all night. And he might not wake up in time. He sighs, mentally apologising to himself. He was going to be exhausted if he kept this up, but it would be worth it. If everything went to plan, then a few sleepless nights were nothing.

You were ready to leave, up way too early for your liking. Your body was protesting, that awful feeling you get when you’re tired wasn’t leaving, but you ignored it. There were more important things to do. For example, figuring out why the hell your door wouldn’t open.

It was a nightmare. The universe really was out to get you. First, the trains were cancelled, and now, you can’t even get out of your apartment.

You tugged on the door handle one final time, your knuckles white from the force you used. Still, nothing. So, you pulled out your phone. Perhaps one of your neighbours could help you. Maybe the door was blocked or something. You hoped so. That way it meant it was easily fixable.

The second you clicked on their contact name, however, your phone screen went blank, before reverting to your home page. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried the again, only for the exact same thing to happen.

Utterly confused, you tried pressing another contact of yours- that also didn’t work. Then you tried the next, and the next, but nothing works.

You bite your lip, almost dropping the device in your hands when it beeps, the sound you get when you receive a text. Slowly, almost as if you know what’s coming, you click on your messages, finding only one new message.

It’s from someone you’ve labelled as ‘❤️’, and yet, you know for sure that you don’t have anyone with that contact name. Eyes narrowed, you try to recall if you recognise the number, but nothing springs to mind. As far as you know, you don’t know whoever it is. So how exactly is their number saved in your phone? You click on the message, hoping you’ll at least get some answers that way.

“You know, you really should buy a new lock. They’re way too easy to hack into these days, it worries me. Just how safe are we if even our doors can be hacked into? How safe are you, Y/n?”

Your face has paled, fear coursing through you as you read the message over and over again. They knew your name. How did they know your name?

‘Who are you?’ You type back.

The reply is instantaneous. “You’re about to find out, love.” It’s quickly followed by another text. “I’d ask you to open the door for me but I guess you can’t. Hold on, I’ll get it instead. See you in a minute.”

[atinyidea]

Glitch | Ateez Gang! AU | SPECIAL_ONE

⟶ gang!au, hacker!au, love triangle? poly? female!original character

How curious it is, the fact that the police just gave a media conference, confirming ATZ’s involvement in Kyungri’s families newly-appointed murder, just as she sat down for her best friend, Jaehyeon, to be tattooed by one of the gang members?

⟶ glitch ml! main ml!

⟶ prologue | previous | next

⟶ note! it’s mostly dialogue and it’s quite short but I couldn’t get it out of my head so have this as a teaser!

⟶ taglist: @atinyluna @iis4d @untainted-memories @thegirlwiththedorkydad !! if anyone wants to be on a tag list for this fic just let me know!

⟶ 1000 words

⟶ edited 08.03.2020

Special_One: Warning Signs.

YEOSANG KQ HEADQUARTERS

Sunday 26 October 2025, 03:27,

It was dark, the only source of light coming from the widescreen monitor in the middle of the room. He was… observing the new targets. Well, not targets. Just people of interest.

Pyo Kyungri and Lee Chaeyoung. Well, more specifically Kyungri. The girl who hacked police files in under five minutes right in front of him, and in the middle of a tattoo parlour at that.

San had carried out his task impeccably well, the bug he placed on the girl’s laptop gave Yeosang access to her systems, though they were heavily encrypted. Yeosang had taken almost seven-hour just trying to unlock the device without alerting any kind of security system.

The girl was good, he had to give her that.

He had access to the webcam – even though the picture that came from it was very visible grainy, why the tech-savvy girl worked with such an old computer baffled him – and managed to get separate access to the microphone too, a programme on his own setup recording everything.

Currently, Yeosang thought his eyes were going to fall out as he watched the two girls switch places so the other could attend to the previous one’s hair – which had been going on for almost an hour and a half. His view of them wasn’t straight on, or from behind, watching their backs from a side angle. He could see – albeit not very clearly – what they were looking at on the blank wall opposite them, eyes threatening to close as they paused the video yet again.

When his phone rang, it hadn’t had the chance to ring out fully even once, Yeosang clicking the accept button in a flash. It was Hongjoong.

“They’re back have been for a while, boss.” He told him, eyes flickering back to the two girls.

“What’re they doing?”

“They’re watching some video feed. I think I can enhance the volume of the microphone to hear what they’re saying if you want.”

“Whatever you can do, do it Yeosang.” Hongjoong sighed from the other side of the phone. “Keep me updated.”

Yeosang nodded, though he knew Hongjoong couldn’t see him, “sure thing,” he said and with that Hongjoong hung up. Yeosang clicked a few buttons and slid the volume of the microphone up, catching the end of Chaeyoung’s sentence.

“­–seen, held conversation with and even taunted three of the most prolific members of NCT. They know my face! I got up in their faces!” The shorter girl who had become his co-worker mere hours ago was worked up in a panic, and Yeosang almost felt sorry for her. She now sat on the floor in front of Kyungri, a dark towel around her shoulders as dark hair dye was being applied to her hair – Yeosang couldn’t tell what colour it was other than ‘dark’.

“Calm down, we weren’t talking to them for more than ten minutes tops. The only features they would really remember are your bright orange hair and your sickly-sweet voice. Which is not your usual voice, and we are currently changing your hair.”

“You weren’t looking at them Ri.” Chaeyoung’s voice dropped, Yeosang involuntarily leaned forward towards the screen as if it would help him hear. “That red-haired one, Yuta, he hardly said anything. He was just looking at me. He’s definitely got my face committed to memory or something.”

So they knew who was a part of NCT, by name, or at least the members they had come into contact with. Yeosang took note of that fact to give back to Hongjoong later. He was interrupted by the loudness of Chaeyoung’s voice as she gasped. “Look! Isn’t that Mr Lover boy from your fun escapade in X-Clusive? Wooyong or something, right?”

Yeosang’s head snapped back towards the screen, watching as Chaeyoung pointed to the wall, the video paused at the opening of a door. He watched as Kyungri took out a tablet and zoomed in on the image, his jaw clenching as he made out the distinctive image of his fellow gang member.

It was indeed Wooyoung – or Wooyong as he was known as in public.

“Oh shit.” That was Kyungri.

“Do you think he saw you?”

“I don’t know!”

“What are you going to do if he did?”

“Well, I'm currently bleaching my hair blonde so.”

The girls settled into silence once again.

“Kyungri… Just, have a look at your laptop real quick. I think it may need to be put on charge or something.” Chaeyoung had broken the silence and Yeosang froze slightly. He wasn’t even a proper hacker. He cursed in his thoughts. What if they realised, he’d been listening in? His whole task would be compromised if he was found out. He got to work trying to disable the webcam, but it was too late, Kyungri was already looking straight at the laptop.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna let it sleep for a while.” She said before almost slamming the lid shut and plunging Yeosang’s screen into darkness. Now all he had was audio.

“How did it get this low?”

“Where even is your charger?”

“It might be in the kitchen, can you check?”

“Can you grab me a coke or something while you're there?”

“Here you go, one glass of coke and one laptop charger!”

“Oh shit!”

And then his connection was cut off. No more sound.

Hongjoong was not going to be happy.

[allinchangkyun]

changkyun moodboard by allinchangkyun credit + like or reblog; 

hacker!au

what doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead.

[byuneebuns]

Attribution

Doyoung x Reader

Doyoung is a wanted hacker and you’re a special agent assigned to capture him.

Rated: M for Eventual Smut and Violence

Warnings: This may be mildly political. Obviously the events are fictional. I did not use specific country names (with the exception of South Korea). 

Tags: Violence, Smut (eventual), Hacker AU, Secret Agent AU, Political Intrigue

Author’s Note: Listen, I am in love with the concept of Doyoung being a hacker don’t @ me. I’m just doing this while I wait for Peach to update her Mafia AU and feed me. This was supposed to be a oneshot but it.........evolved, whoops.

Part 2

Part 3

“Target in sight. He’s southbound, on foot. Alone. Requesting permission to pursue.”

“Granted.”

You replaced the burner phone in your pocket and padded silently down the sidewalk, your prey only about 100 yards ahead of you. He was dressed rather plainly in a black and white jacket over a blue turtleneck with black jeans. 

If you hadn’t known better you would have thought he was just a normal college-aged kid, not a notorious and skilled hacker that had accessed top secret information illegally and sold it. You didn’t know the exact details of what he’d taken or how. All you knew was he had done enough to make big waves in the wrong places and now some of the most powerful world leaders only wanted him alive to figure out how he’d done it before they erased him from existence.

He made a sharp right, escaping the crowd and opting for a winding alleyway. You clacked your tongue in annoyance. The narrow alley would provide little cover and even less ways to defend yourself from an attack if he caught on to you. You weighed your options: you could follow him directly, potentially walking into a trap, or you could circle back around and meet him at the exit...if he didn’t dodge you before you got there.

You took your chances with the alley. If you lost Kim Doyoung he could escape you permanently, leave the country and have a new identity before you could even finish being fired for incompetence.

As you rounded the corner, your stomach sank. He was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t been far enough ahead to have a substantial lead, which meant his disappearance was confirmation that he knew you were following him. You hadn’t expected this to be easy, of course, he was a genius and knew he had a target on his back. You continued walking through the alley as if you were undaunted while remaining on high alert, eyes scanning every shadow for movement behind your sunglasses. 

You stopped walking and raised your arms without hesitation when you felt the cold, familiar presence of a gun barrel at your back. 

“Don’t move. Don’t speak. I don’t want your bullshit. Just keep walking forward.”

You obeyed silently, still scanning the area for something in the environment you could use to turn the tables but there was nothing. You should have noticed how barren it was. This was planned. Far in advance. Why hadn’t intelligence known about this? 

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You were nearing the end of the alley when you saw your chance: there was a deep pothole in the pavement and if you stepped in it there would be the tiniest, briefest disturbance in his focus that you could use to try and take his weapon. It was farfetched but it was all you had. You could already see the black car with heavily tinted windows parked on the street that was doubtlessly your destination.

Fight or Flight.

You stepped hard into the pothole, felt his pistol bounce along your spine from the sudden change in height, and spun around to face him.

For one glorious, mesmerizing moment you felt victorious. A small triumphant smirk adorned your lips as your sunglasses flew from your face, clattering to the floor. Everything was moving in slow motion. You grabbed his wrist firmly, forcing his gun away from you as you stared at him up close for the first time.

All the best moments in life are truly fleeting.

You felt cold, sharp steel at your throat as Doyoung’s flinty eyes bored into yours, wholly unimpressed.

You swallowed roughly, maintaining eye contact and keeping your face free of expression as you felt the knife cutting a thin line in your neck from the pressure.

“I’m surprised that you even attempted that. A talented field agent such as yourself must have known by now that I’ve had this area thoroughly mapped out and that your chances of success were minimal at best.” 

He sincerely looked anything but surprised. He didn’t look like he knew was a surprise actually was. 

You were shocked, and moderately disgusted with yourself, to realize that Kim Doyoung was extraordinarily handsome. Why was he a criminal instead of a model? The only crime someone like this should be committing is stealing hearts. His eyes were round and cat-like, and something about his face was distinctly bunny-like. It would have been very endearing if he wasn’t holding a knife to your throat.

“Release my wrist.” He said simply, without a trace of emotion.

You followed his command, resigning yourself to the ever slimming hope of another chance at escape.

“Stand at my side. We will walk to the car together. I will open the passenger door and you will enter it and keep your hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Please do not make me murder you in public, there are children.”

You obliged silently again, shivering a little when you felt his arm snake tightly around your waist, and allowed yourself to be led to his black sedan. You followed his instructions to a tee, knowing full-well your chances of survival would be virtually non-existant if you didn’t at this point.

He slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door, turning to face you as he drew his gun and aimed it at you point blank once more. 

“You have a pistol at your hip, another in your bag, and a third strapped to your ankle. A pair of switch blades up your sleeves and the lipstick in your bag is pepper spray. Take out your weapons, one at a time. Remove the magazines from your guns and give them to me first. Remove your shoes and socks. Then hand me your bag. Keep your hands on top of your head when they aren’t in use.”

You nodded once, the perfect picture of cooperation as you diligently followed Doyoung’s instructions. He inspected the contents of your purse individually, tossing them in an unmarked black bag one by one. He smirked at the cell phone as he tossed it in the bag. 

“You know there’s a tracking device in that, right?” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, curious if he was testing you. He only smirked in response, the first actual facial expression you had seen him make.

“I was wondering if you could smile,” You said without thinking.

“I think I liked you better when you were silent,” Doyoung replied, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

Content with his inspection of your belongings, he started the engine and started driving. He pulled into an apartment complex a few blocks away and threw the bag that contained everything you owned (including your purse) into the dumpster around back. He turned to you and held out a silk necktie. You didn’t need to wait for his instructions to know what his intention was. You sighed as you tied it tightly around your eyes, obscuring your vision.

It felt like you had been driving for years and you were so exhausted from the adrenaline rush, you weren’t sure if you had drifted off to sleep or not when Doyoung lightly shook you by the shoulders and pulled you out of the car, leading you somewhere by the hand. 

You heard a door slam behind you and your bare feet hit plush carpeting. You nearly jumped when you felt hands in your hair before you realized it was your blindfold being removed.

You blinked several times, trying to adjust to the lighting. You were standing in what might have once been a small warehouse that had been modified to be a rather comfortable looking apartment. There were large computer monitors and servers in every direction and what appeared to be a rather sophisticated security system.

You felt Doyoung’s pistol in the small of your back again and you couldn’t help laughing lightly.

“Is that really necessary?”

“Enter the first room on your left.”

It was his...bedroom? A large king sized bed was in the center of the room against the far wall and there were little in the way of personal effects. Spare computer parts lay strewn about a work desk. All of the furniture was sleek, black, and modern. You mentally giggled at how befitting that was of a hacker.

“Remove your clothes,” He commanded.

“...What?”

“I’m not asking again.”

You fidgeted nervously. You hadn’t expected this. You stripped slowly, trying to keep bile from rising in your throat as you exposed yourself entirely to Doyoung’s cold gaze.

“Throw your clothing in a pile and put these on.” He said, handing you a black turtleneck, black jeans, and a bra and panty set. You slid them on, unable to hide your surprise when you found everything to be the perfect size.

Doyoung coughed lightly, seeing the surprise on your face.

“Your agency’s records are very...thorough.” He said, a little awkwardly, the slightest hint of a blush on his ears.

“I thought you might just be a good guesser,” You retorted, blushing as well.

He said nothing and picked up your agency clothes and started combing through them carefully, presumably looking for tracking devices or other bugs.

“Shouldn’t you have done that before we came to your, uh, bat cave?”

“There are counter measures in place that deactivate any primitive technology your agency might have under its employ, I’m more concerned with studying what they are equipping their agents with. Which, it seems, is next to nothing at this point. To be frank, it’s almost as if they intended to give you to me freely, which is...intriguing.” He was chewing his lip and eyeing you thoughtfully.

You frowned at the information he’d shared. Given you up? On purpose? Were you bait? The thought was nauseating. You’d known when you pursued this career that the moral gray area would have to be toed from time to time but to be used as a mere pawn was still...disconcerting.

“I can see from your face that you were unaware of this. Not to worry, whatever their intentions were they will have no adverse affect on my plans whatsoever. As long as you cooperate with me there is no need for me to hurt you. While you are here you may treat this as your home. Do not touch anything without my permission or try to leave the premises.” He said sighing as he ran one hand through his hair.

“You must be tired. Please feel free to sleep in my bed, I don’t have a spare.” He turned on his heel and made for the door without waiting for your response but truth be told you were so exhausted that you had little desire to argue or continue talking. You curled into his bed and fell asleep before you so much as get under the covers.

***

Your eyes flew open, darting to and fro as your hand groped for the pistol on your hip. Panic hit you like a freight train when you found nothing. You took in a deep breath, peering through the darkness at your unfamiliar surroundings, exhaling only when you memories of the recent catastrophic events started flooding back to you.

You failed. You were captive. What he said earlier echoed through your skull, it was almost like you were supposed to fail. It could have just been a form of psychological warfare on his part, but you couldn’t help agreeing that it was bizarre that intelligence had been so clumsy. They should have known that was a trap. 

You shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to clear your mind from unpleasant ideas, and stiffened when your leg brushed against flesh. Doyoung was laying next to you, his chest rising and falling gently in peaceful slumber. You stared at his face, looking for any indication that he was awake, and slowly reached for your pillow.

You were explicitly instructed to capture him alive but circumstances were different now. Your life was at stake. You didn’t know what he planned to do with you and you didn’t want to find out if you didn’t have to. 

You sat up, raised the pillow over your head slowly and brought it crashing down towards his face with all the strength you could muster, leaning into it with the full force of your body weight. A strong bicep looped around your neck as Doyoung rolled out of the way, dodging your attack, pulling you backwards and crushing your trachea. You dropped the pillow and crashed backwards into Doyoung, hoping to throw him off balance. 

He fell back on to the bed and you were on top of him now, your back pressed into his check, his bicep still strangling you. Your legs kicked towards his groin, forcing him to release you and shove you away from him. You landed on all fours in front of him, gulping air, and tried to roll off of the bed. He caught you before you could make your move, wrapping his arms around yours and pinning them to your side, his legs tightly wound around around your hips, immobilizing you.

“Stop struggling or I’ll tranquilize you.”

You stilled. You would need your presence of mind to escape, being drugged wouldn’t do you any favors.

“Are you finished now?” His voice was soft, his breath tickling your ear.

“Yes.”

His grip didn’t loosen.

“Will you please let me go now?” You snapped, frustrated from another failed attempt at besting him.

“No. I’m comfortable like this. You also just tried to murder me.” He said matter-of-factly, resting his head on your shoulder.

You flushed at that, suddenly aware of the very compromising position you were being held in.

“Why do you want to escape?” He asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

“What kind of question is that? I’m being held captive. I don’t know what you’re planning to do with me. Why wouldn’t I want to escape?” You scoffed, huffing in irritation.

“I already told you that I wouldn’t hurt you,” He said, shrugging. “Why did you become a secret agent?” He asked suddenly, his tone light.

“Because I want to protect people that can’t protect themselves. Why did you become a terrorist?” You shot back, no longer hiding the irritation in your voice.

“I’m not a terrorist. I have people that I want to protect, too. We’re the same.” He sighed and buried his face into your neck. He sounded almost like he was in pain.

“How are we the same? You hacked into a government agency and stole secrets and sold them to an enemy nation.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Did anyone actually tell you what I took, or were you not deemed worthy of that knowledge when they told you to risk your life to hunt me down?”

Your silence was answer enough.

“I stole plans for a military exercise. A coup de etat to be exact. I didn’t sell the plans to anyone, I’ve only been threatening to as leverage to keep the plan from coming to fruition. I don’t want to see people suffering and dying for a political agenda. I only happened across the plan by mistake, I was actually looking for information on a rumor that there was a cure for cancer being hidden from the public.” Doyoung spoke like he had been holding all of this in for too long, his words all coming out in one breath. He breathed in deeply, sending shivers down your spine.

“Do you understand now? I have people I want to protect, too. People that can’t protect themselves.”

You felt Doyoung’s grip on you loosen as he untangled himself from you.

“Follow me. You deserve to see it for yourself.” He walked briskly out of the room, leaving you to stare after him in disbelief. You knew that morality wasn’t black and white, that sometimes the bad guys weren’t all that bad and that politics was a cesspool of corruption, but you had never doubted that what you were doing with your life was ultimately the right thing to do. 

You followed Doyoung to his living room and stood behind him silently as he seated himself at his massive work station. His fingers flew across keyboards faster than your eyesight could register, opening files and programs at lightning speed. His hands stilled as a long document filled the screen.

“I assume you’re multilingual?” He said, swiveling in his chair to face you. You nodded and leaned closer to the screen to skim over the text. You felt faint as you continued reading, clutching his desk for support. There was no doubt in your mind that this was not fabricated, the code and jargon was legitimate and would have taken more skill that he likely possessed to learn and duplicate.

“Sit,” He commanded, albeit gently, offering his chair to you as he rose from it.

You obeyed, covering your eyes with shaking hands. It was a transmission from two foreign countries proposing a coup of the regime of another country. The intention was to pin the blame on an uninvolved country and start a war. It was addressed directly to the President of South Korea, urging him to cooperate to avoid the eradication of the South Korean population.

“This is...terrible.” You said through your hands, at a loss for words, still trying to process everything you’d just read.

“The President has been put in a very precarious position. There is no guarantee that the terms offered will be honored. These men are snakes. They would just as soon turn on us once the opportunity presented itself.” Doyoung said bitterly, reaching over your shoulder to close the files.

“I have a theory you may be interested in,” He said, turning you in the chair to face him and resting his hands on the arms of the chair as he leaned over you.

You peeked at him through your hands, your eyes glistening with tears, waiting for him to continue.

“I think you were meant to be caught so you could help me. The President already informed the senders of this message that it was intercepted. They can’t move until I’m caught, knowledge of their plan renders it useless. The longer I stay alive and free, the longer our country has to create a counter measure free of violence. If I expose this then war will break out, but if I can stay on the run....” Doyoung trailed off, staring intently into your eyes, watching you watching him.

“If you can avoid being caught you can help us survive,” You whispered, steadying your breathing.

Doyoung nodded, his features softened as he reached up and brushed stray tears from your cheeks.

“Will you help me?”

“...Yes.”

[chittaphonsicecream]

blackmail: a wonwoo hacker!au

synopsis: you’ve dumped your ex boyfriend and blocked him on everything, but you’re pretty sure he’s been logging into your social media accounts and stalking you. your best friend suggests that you go to the IT nerds at school and ask for some help in figuring out who’s watching you. you enlist jeon wonwoo’s help in stopping him and wreaking a little bit of havoc of your own. female reader x wonwoo ft kaistal bc I miss them

word count: 6.4k (the ending is kinda rushed bc i was lowkey sick of writing)

a/n: this takes place in an american college:) so basically… this is based on something that happened to me (the stalking part). wonwoo doesn’t get introduced for a while but when he does it’s worth it. it’s really angsty and slow but I hope you enjoy.

“Look, I think we’re better apart,” you said, staring your boyfriend directly in the eyes.

“I don’t agree,” he said. He grabbed your hand a little too forcefully. “You are the only one for me.”

“Jason…” you said. You took a deep sigh and looked at him. “I’ve been telling you for the past hour, we are over.”

“No, you can’t do this,” he said. “Yes, yes, I can,” you said. “You need to leave.”

“So the past nine months have been a lie?”

“No, the past nine months have been you manipulating me into thinking that I loved you and that you’re as good as it gets,” you deadpanned. “Jason, you need to leave. Now.”

“No!” he yelled. “There’s nobody like you, _____.”

“Yes, there is. I’m not special. Now get out before I call the police,” you threatened. “You’ve wasted nine months of my life, don’t waste another minute.”

“You need professional help, you know that, right?” questioned Jason. “You’re the most heartless, uncaring bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Hm, sucks for you,” you said. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before Krystal comes home.”

“Fine, but we’re not done talking,” he said. “We’ll make it through this.”

“I really don’t think so,” you replied as you pushed him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face.

Knowing what Jason could be like, you quickly locked your doors and waited in the farthest room in your apartment. He had been manipulating you for as long as you could remember, convincing you that you were happiest with him when really he was isolating you from the rest of your friends and family. You hadn’t even liked him; he just continually told you that he liked you until you caved in and consented to being his girlfriend. In reality, he was one of the worst people you knew.

Following the breakup, he relentlessly tried to contact you and become your friend. He even went as far as to send his older brother’s ex girlfriend, a good friend of yours, to tell you how much he missed you and how unhappy he was without you. She warned you heavily to stay away from him and his entire family.  

After you blocked Jason and cut him off completely, you began to adjust back to your normal life. You were becoming happier, more outgoing, and more of who you used to be. Everyone in your life noticed the positivity.

Chatting over bowls of cereal, you and Krystal were sitting at your small kitchen table. You opened up your Snapchat to find yourself logged out, which could mean one of two things: either Snapchat was being its typical glitchy self or someone else had logged into your account. The only person who knew your password was Krystal.

“Hey, Krystal, did you log into my Snap?” you asked.

“No, why?” she replied.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It must be glitching or something.”

“Okay,” she said. “Hey, are you still friends with Jason’s cousin?”

“Which one?”

“The one that introduced the two of you.”

“Oh, Hailey. Yeah, but we’re not as close as we were when Jason and I were just friends. And then we kind of drifted when I dumped him and now we hardly see or talk to each other.”

“I didn’t care that much,” laughed Krystal. “I was just wondering why your Instagram profile pic has her in it now.”

“I didn’t change it,” you said.

“Yeah, you did.” Krystal held up her phone to your face to show a picture of you and Hailey, clearly happy. It was a photo taken during the camping trip where you and Jason became close.

“I don’t remember changing it.” You grabbed her phone and took a closer look. You had more followers than you remembered, too, and you were private. “Maybe I did it when I was falling asleep last night.”

“I think it’s pretty new,” she said, “and you do weird stuff when you’re tired, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply.

Over the next few months, small but strange things continued happening on your social media. Snapchats had been opened that you couldn’t recall seeing, follow requests that you never saw were accepted, direct messages were opened by someone other than you, posts you never saw were liked, stories you never viewed were watched, and random people were added to your Snapchat. Again, you didn’t think much of it.

After a few months of avoiding Hailey and discussing the breakup, you finally met up with her for lunch. She was desperate to catch up with you, especially after you had distanced yourself so severely from her. At one point she had been your best friend, but now the two of you were more like strangers.

The small restaurant was a nice little meeting place, and you arrived a few minutes early to make sure that your reservation was claimed. It was commonplace for Hailey to arrive rather late, from five minutes to forty-five minutes. After you ordered drinks for the both of you, she arrived.

“Sorry for being so late,” she apologized profusely.

“Hailey, you’re always late,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” she offered. “You know, our whole family really believed that you and Jason would get married. We’d never seen him like the way he was with you.”

“The way he was with me was constantly manipulating me and making my life toxic,” you spat. “Hailey, I didn’t come here so you could talk me into getting back together with Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I thought it was worth a shot.”

“A shot that’ll ruin our friendship permanently. He’s an awful person. I don’t hate people, but I hate him,” you deadpanned. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Alexa had her second kid,” Hailey offered, “and Nick is finally engaged to Alondra.”

Hailey went on a tangent about her older siblings and their success before circling back around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“And I’m dating someone, too,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to mention anything since your past relationship was so bad.”

You laughed. “I’m not that terrible of a person. I can be happy for someone else, you know?”

“Okay,” smiled Hailey. “He’s going to Cozumel with my family and me next week. The whole crew is going, Alexa and her family, Nick and his fiance, and Jason’s family. Jason’s sister Madison is already pregnant and they wanted to get in a trip before the baby’s born.”

“They’ve been married for six months!” you exclaimed. “I was Jason’s date to the wedding. That’s…”

“An accident?” offered Hailey. “I think so, but she and Chad deny it.”

“Whatever makes them feel better,” you said.

“Yeah.” She took a sip of her drink. “Do you think I’m being too forward by bringing my boyfriend on a family trip? It’s only been a few months.”

“At least you’ll know soon whether this relationship is going to work.” It was meant to be a joke, but Hailey took it seriously. The conversation was becoming uncomfortable, forced with the continuous mention of Jason, so finally you excused yourself, left a twenty dollar bill on the table, and headed home.

The next week, strange things continued to happen on your social media. Knowing you, you continued to ignore it and think nothing of it. Finally, as you opened up your Instagram, you got a strange notification.

We detected an unusual login attempt. iOS | Jun 27, 6:10 AM | Cozumel, Mexico

Your heartbeat soared as you realized what this could mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quickly texted Hailey.

hey, are you in cozumel?

yeah, we landed a little before 6 this morning. why?

nothing. jason flew with you?

yes what’s wrong

nothing don’t worry

You ran to the bathroom where Krystal was getting ready for the day and started banging on the door. “Krystal!” you shouted. “Krystal, open the door!” You were crying and sat on the floor of the hallway until Krystal opened the door.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Jason has been logging into my accounts all this time. You know that weird stuff that was constantly happening on my accounts? It was him.”

“How?”

“I don’t know… All of my passwords are pretty difficult.”

“Okay, well, let’s start with changing your passwords.” Krystal paused for a second, and then spoke again. “How do you know it’s him?”

“Who else would be stalking my accounts? I’m not interesting. I blocked him on everything, and then this morning I get a notification that someone in Cozumel has been logging into my account. And you know who flew into Cozumel this morning? Jason.”

“Text him,” Krystal said. “See if he’ll say he’s been logging into your accounts.”

jason

wow didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon

yeah ik

u feeling lonely i guess? ;)

no

aw babe

don’t aw babe me why have you been logging into my social media

I havent??

yes you fucking have leave me the fuck alone

no i havent

I got a notification saying someone in cozumel has been logging into my accounts and ik weird shit has been going down in my account this is illegal

theres lots of people in cozumel what if it wasnt me

im going to the police

you have no proof that its me

ill find a way to get proof leave me tf alone stay out of my accounts

Krystal snatched your phone from your hands. “I don’t really think we can do anything if he denies it,” she sighed. Her eyes lit up. “I know some kids in the IT department of school. I bet they’d help.” She pulled you up from off the floor. “Get ready, let’s go talk to them.”

You dressed quickly because the sooner you met with the IT kids, the sooner you could figure out who had truly been stalking you. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed Krystal’s arm and started jogging towards the campus. She had dressed well, like always, but you were comfortable and ready to run.

After a few minutes of running, you finally arrived at the university’s tech department. Krystal was friends with most everybody, so she showed you where the IT kids could be found. She knocked quietly on the door after you had ran up the stairs to the entrance.

“Come in,” someone called from the other side.

“Hey, guys,” Krystal said as she opened up the door. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” one of the boys asked. There was only one girl, and she was quietly working away at her computer, headphones in ears.

“_____, tell them what’s been happening,” she said as she pushed you towards them.

You began your long tale of your toxic relationship, the messy breakup, the strange social media occurrences, and finally, that morning’s notification.

“I’d recommend talking to Wonwoo, the boy over there,” said the boy that Krystal knew. “He’s good with that stuff. Doesn’t get caught, either.”

“Okay, thank you,” you said. You walked over to the tall, dark haired boy with glasses. “Hi,” you said softly. “I need you to do me a favor. I’ll literally do anything for it.” You paused. “Well, not anything.”

“What is it?” 

“I need you to find out who has been logging into my Instagram accounts. You’re a hacker, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m more of a vigilante hacker. I don’t just hack to hack.”

“Well, I think you’ll be intrigued by what I’m going to tell you,” you replied hopefully. You began your spiel once more, and by the end, Wonwoo had his chin in his hands and was staring at you intently.

“It’ll take me maybe ten minutes to figure out if he’s been logging into your account, but from the looks of it, he definitely has,” Wonwoo said. “But this isn’t my style. My style is more messing with people who did bad things on the internet.”

“Okay, but will you see if it’s even him? I think it is but can you make sure anyway?” you asked.

“Yeah, give me a few.” Wonwoo turned to his computer and left you alone

“Hey, _____,” Krystal called from across the room. “I’m heading home. I don’t want to be here too long. Are you okay on your own?”

“I’m fine,” you replied as you took a seat next to Wonwoo and watched him type rapidly. “You don’t mind if I stay with you, do you?”

“No, I really don’t.” Wonwoo didn’t even look up from his computer as he kept typing. After a few minutes, he came up empty handed. He looked at you confusedly. “His phone is heavily protected. I don’t know what kind of software this person has installed, but I can’t access it. All I can access is the Apple ID of the person that owns the phone, and it’s a bunch of random numbers and letters. I can try hacking into that, but I don’t think it’s going to lead anywhere.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean your ex-boyfriend is either incredibly clever or he has someone else doing the dirty work for him,” Wonwoo said.

“He’s really smart. Tech savvy.”

“Then he knows what he’s doing.” Wonwoo looked back at the screen and then to you. “I think I can figure out if it’s him, but it’ll take a solid half hour. I have to hack into the account and then see all of the phones and devices the accounts have been linked to and see if any of them belong to him. You should go get food or something while I do this; it might be a while.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll bring something back for you. What do you want?”

“How about burgers?” he asked.

“I’ll be back soon. You have my number now, so text me what you want,” you said with a smile. Wonwoo nodded before pulling out his phone and sending you his order.

After about fifteen minutes, you were back with burgers. Wonwoo was spinning around in his chair and smiled at you. “It’s him. That Jason guy, it’s him.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“I know you want to go to the police, but I want to have a little fun,” Wonwoo said. “This is my speciality of sorts.”

“But what if you get caught?” you asked.

“I won’t.” He took his burger from you. “Consider this payment for my deeds,” he said with a wink.

“I don’t know if I want you to mess with him. He’s a little psycho.”

“He’s not just a little psycho, he’s a lot psycho.” Wonwoo smiled at you softly. “Look, ____, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But I think you want this guy to get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Of course I do,” you said. “But what could we possibly do to him?”

“I have some ideas, but you’ll have to consent. And they can be pretty shady, but I promise you, we won’t get caught,” Wonwoo said.

“What are your ideas?” you asked.

“If you give me your phone, I can retrieve every conversation the two of you have ever had. The embarrassing, the sweet, the manipulative, everything. Blackmail him with his own nudes? Done. Blackmail him with the embarrassing, loving, manipulative things he told you? Done. He won’t mess with you ever again, not as long as you’ve got this on your side.”

You stared at him. His proposal was intriguing to say the least. You knew Krystal would approve, but you also knew that he would access a lot of vulnerable things about you. You had some rather revealing photos in there, and while that did bother you, it didn’t bother you as much as the awkward and embarrassing photos you sent or the things you had confided in Jason. But you knew that he may never stop unless you made him stop, and you’d rather it be in your hands than in the authority’s hands. You looked at him, bit your lip, and then agreed.

“You promise you won’t judge me?” you asked.

“I promise,” replied Wonwoo softly. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze to reassure you. “You’re a good person. I can tell by just how you are. Texts between some manipulator and you aren’t going to make me change my mind.”

“Okay.” You handed him the phone. “But can you walk me home and then take my phone? I don’t want to be without my phone in the city.”

“Sure,” he said. He began packing up his things and then wrapped an arm around you. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good at what I do, and I don’t care about what you said. I only care about what he said.” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not him.”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” you laughed as you detached yourself from him. “I know you’re not him.��

“Okay, good.” The two of you began the short walk from the university, through a bit of town, to your apartment. Once you neared your apartment, you reluctantly placed your phone in his palm.

“When will you be back?” you asked. “I kinda need my phone back.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow, how about that?”

“Okay.”

“We can go through what you think would affect him most tomorrow. I’ll just download it all to my laptop. Since you won’t have your phone, just expect me to come over sometime between noon and one, okay? I have some actually IT work to do tomorrow morning but I’ll just have it download while I sleep tonight.”

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“I’m an internet vigilante. It’s what I do,” responded Wonwoo with a wink. “See you around, ______.”

He watched as you entered your apartment building and stayed until he saw that you were safely inside. Once you were back inside your apartment, Krystal jumped to ask questions.

“What’d they find out?” she asked.

“He’s been stalking me,” you said shakily.

“Well, are you going to report it to the police or what?” she asked, playing with her fingers.

“Actually… about that,” you began, “I’m not going to the police.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Well, Wonwoo-”

“Wonwoo, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I literally just met him.”

“Oh, really? Then why’d he walk you home? And stay until he knew you were in the building?”

“Shut up,” you replied quickly. “We’re going to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Wonwoo’s keeping my phone for the night to download everything I had regarding Jason and to retrieve all of the old messages and stuff and then he’s gonna… well… blackmail him, I guess.”

“No way,” laughed Krystal. “You’re blackmailing the psycho? I didn’t realize you were that ballsy.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” you clarified. “Wonwoo says he’s like some internet vigilante or something and it’s similar to stuff he always does.”

“Wait, so he walked you home because?”

“He needed to take my phone but I didn’t want to go home without it. And I think he’s honestly a little afraid for me.”

“He’s nice. Kinda quiet but nice.”

“Quiet?”

“Yeah. He’s said maybe ten words total to me.”

“We spoke a lot.”

“Maybe he likes you better than me.”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Krystal said while lightly punching your arm, “aren’t you afraid of what Wonwoo is going to find on your phone?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” you responded. “All that matters is that Jason leaves me alone. And I don’t think he’ll care much anyway. He knows what he’s seen when he’s being a vigilante or whatever.”

“Yeah, sure,” Krystal said sarcastically. “Whatever. You know what I think you should do? Get drunk.”

“I’m not going to get drunk,” you laughed. “I think I’m just going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I don’t want to think about this.”

“It’s only noon.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with this.”

“You don’t want to deal with this stalker drama or you don’t want to deal with knowing Wonwoo will go through everything on your phone?” suggested Krystal.

“Shut up,” you said. “For real, I’m going to sleep.”

You headed to your room and decided to sleep for the rest of the day. You finally woke up around two am after hours upon hours of sleep. Krystal was still awake, and she had her boyfriend Kai over. They were talking on the couch when you came out.

“Hey, guys,” you said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be over, Kai.”

“Krystal was just telling me the rundown on your stalker,” explained Kai.

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Yeah.”

“Jason will get what’s coming to him. If not now, when he’s thirty-five and his future wife leaves him,” he laughed.

“Kai, that’s rude,” Krystal said.

“Okay and?”

Krystal moved a little closer to Kai and smiled. It made you miss the days of having a boyfriend, but you knew that missing Jason was detrimental to yourself.

“So are you really having some hacker kid go through all the stuff on your phone just to blackmail Jason? Someone you don’t know?”

“At this point, nothing is really worse than knowing Jason wasn’t leaving me alone, so yeah, I am,” you replied. “He’s gonna be over around noon, by the way.”

“I’m gonna be out,” Krystal said.

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Kai, can I come over to yours?”

“Sure, babe.”

“You just did that so Wonwoo and I would be alone!”

“Also so I won’t have to see Jason’s nudes. I know that Wonwoo will be able to dig some up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, it’s two in the morning and I’ve got to be up at six, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” Krystal said. “C’mon, Kai, we’re going to bed.”

You watched Kai and Krystal leave the room and decided to clean the small apartment. By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to rise and Krystal would be waking up soon to head to the gym for her early morning workouts. Once Krystal was awake, she made some food for the both of you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured you. “Jason will get whatever’s coming. Don’t worry about it. And you should probably catch a few hours of sleep before Wonwoo comes over, too.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll go to sleep in a few.”

A few hours later, you were awoken with the sound of Kai attempting to make Krystal a proper breakfast. It was nine in the morning, and you rolled back over only to be bombarded by the pair running into your room with sad looking pancakes.

“Cheer up!” Krystal said. “Just because you have a psycho manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to act like the world is ending!”

“I think it does mean I get to act like the world is ending,” you replied.

“I tried really hard to make these,” Kai said, shoving the plate in your face. “Come out to the kitchen and eat them, please.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You got up and followed Kai to the kitchen table. His pancakes weren’t too bad, but they definitely not good. Once you took a bite and gave them a thumbs up, Kai backed off.

“I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “See ya later, guys. I left my keys to my apartment on your nightstand if you still want to go over there when Wonwoo’s here.”

Krystal nodded and smiled at him before leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, be safe.”

The next few hours passed rather quickly, with Krystal running around doing random things and you eating more food than you probably should. Before you knew it, Krystal had left to Kai’s and you were alone, waiting for Wonwoo’s arrival.

Just before noon, there was a knock at the door. You opened it quickly, and there was your expected guest. He had takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said shyly. “I thought it would be good to have lunch since…”

“Oh, thank you!” you replied, taking it from him. You grabbed chopsticks and you both settled down on the couch. There was a gap between the two of you and an awkward silence filled the room. Finally, Wonwoo cleared his throat.

“You know, I don’t think much different of you,” he said quietly. “Except that you’re maybe kinda dumb.”

“I’m dumb?” you questioned.

“Yeah, you’re dumb.” He chuckled softly to himself.

“Why?”

“Because you had barely started texting this guy and you told him everything about yourself. And I mean everything. I think I know you better than I know my brother, now.”

“I don’t know why I did it. I guess he made me feel important.” You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at Wonwoo. “We can see how well that turned out.”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get him back,” Wonwoo reassured you.

“I honestly thought it was love at first sight. Or something of the sort. I just saw him and knew ‘you’re going to be important in my life.’”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“I think you’ve got to know them really well before you can love them,” he said. “Anyway, let’s choose what we want to get started with.”

He pulled out his laptop and opened it up to reveal a file containing every interaction you had with Jason on your phone. “Do you want to start small or start big?”

“Start big,” you said.

“Let’s start with the nudes, then,” he said. “Here’s my idea, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You nodded in response. “Okay. I have a program on here that creates a protected fake phone number. Almost like a prepaid that you can’t pinpoint. But there actually is no number that exists. It’ll just show up as unknown. I’ll begin sending him pictures he sent you or tell him his own secrets. Just to mess with his mind a little bit, and after that, we’ll tell him to stay away from girls or we’ll leak it all on the internet.”

“Will you really?”

“No, of course not. I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Okay,” you acquiesced. “But if it gets shady at any moment, we’re stopping the whole thing.”

“Not to be rude, but it’s already shady.”

“Fine. If it get shadier.”

He nodded and began typing rapidly on his computer until he was at the program that allowed for him to send the messages. He went into the file where he had stored everything from your phone and began clicking until he got to the bad stuff: the pictures.

“Hey, Wonwoo, I have a question,” you said softly. He nodded in reply. “Did you by any chance… see any of me?”

Wonwoo began coughing and refused to make eye contact with you. His cheeks were becoming rosy, and he looked at you. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. I’m not like that, I swear. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

It was your turn to be uncomfortable. “You’ve never had a girlfriend? How old are you?”

“I’m almost twenty-two…”

“Why not? You seem completely normal. If a psycho like Jason could get a girlfriend, you easily could.”

“But a psycho like your ex also goes out and talks to people. This… this is my life. I don’t talk to people unless it’s over the computer. How am I supposed to meet someone?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of online dating?”

“God, I’m not that pathetic.”

The computer pinged, and you both turned to look at it. Jason had replied.

who is this

IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME ANYWAY

who tf is this i swear to god i will find you and beat your ass

YOU MIGHT BE SMART BUT I AM SMARTER.

how did you get that picture of my dick

I HAVE MORE

who is giving this to you

NO ONE OF ANY IMPORTANCE. STAY AWAY FROM ________ OR I’LL LEAK THEM

nice try

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly. “What do you want to do?”

“Keep it up. Send in more.”

image: sent

wtf

I HAVE MORE

leave me alone

NOT UNTIL YOU LEAVE _______ ALONE

who are you you’re not her she’s above this

IT ISN’T RELEVANT

ok fine but ur fucking weird

LEAVE ________ ALONE

nah bro. I gotta have fun in mexico with my fam but this conversation isnt over be back in two hours

“Now all we can do is wait,” he said.

“I don’t know why he’s so dumb. If someone was blackmailing me, I’d just stop whatever I was doing.”

“Not to be rude, but apparently you don’t have good taste in intelligent men. Or in men in general.”

“You’re kinda rude, you know that?”

“I’m more socially awkward than rude. It’s usually pretty hard for me to talk to someone like we are now.”

“Aren’t I special?”

“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”

“Aw, you say I have shit taste in men and then tell me I’m special. My heart is melting,” you deadpanned.

“It’s true. This guy doesn’t have common sense, sends shitty dick pics, treats you like shit, and did I mention that he’s also not that much of a looker?”

“You think I don’t know that he’s a terrible, ugly, dumb person?”

“I think you’re way out of his league.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You felt your face flush but refused to look at him. “Can we talk about anything else? You know basically everything about me; it’s my turn to know everything about you.”

In most cases, Wonwoo would’ve objected completely. This wasn’t comfortable for him, it wasn’t fun, either. But when it came to you, he was okay with it. You were open about yourself with him, so he didn’t see any reason not to be open with you. Besides, he’d practically seen you naked at this point, so he knew you couldn’t judge him.

The conversation flowed easily, the both of you talking about your family, your lives before college, the college experience, your friends, your interests, the things that made you happy, the things that made you cry. With every sentence exchanged, you felt a stronger connection to Wonwoo. This time when you felt that he was going to be important in your life, you knew that it wasn’t your brain being dumb and desperate. It was honest, and it was real.

Before the either of you realized it, the two hours were up and Jason had replied. Again, it was something stupid.

I’m not fucking dumb. I know how to hack too. I swear on my life that i will find out whoever you are. you can’t hide from me

This time Wonwoo looked genuinely concerned. He turned to you and asked, “Do you think he actually is good enough to find me?”

“Why are you asking me!” you exclaimed. “You told me we wouldn’t be caught. I swear to god, Wonwoo, if we get caught, I’m going to beat you up.”

“I know, but he seems smart enough technologically. And if he knows people…”

“The only people he knows that are into IT are the people at this school. And anybody that could help him already knows how insane he is, so I think we’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he said as he processed what to do next. “Also, for the record, I don’t think you could beat me up.”

“You’re a literal string bean. I probably weigh way more than you. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass whooped.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I’m starting to really like you,” he blurted. His eyes widened as you looked up at him. “As a friend, of course.”

“Of course.” You took the laptop from hi shands and began typing a message to Jason yourself in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME, BUT YOU CAN TRY. DON’T FORGET, I HAVE MORE. I CAN AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU IF YOU DON’T TURN YOURSELF IN FOR MANIPULATING, ABUSING, AND STALKING _______.

“Is that really going to work?” asked Wonwoo.

“Of course not,” you laughed. “He’s got his head up his ass. But it will let him know that we’re serious, and when people make it repeatedly obvious that something really bothers them, he stops. But it takes a long time. I don’t know how long you’ll have to do it.”

“He’s such a jerk. I can’t believe you dated him.”

“I didn’t just date him. I told the boy I loved him. Even worse, I slept with him!”

“Spare me the details,” laughed Wonwoo. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think that we’ll just have to top for now. But if I were you, I’d send him one embarrassing secret or picture a day. Don’t say anything, just send it so he knows that it’s you. And then we can meet up sometime soon and actually talk and mess with him.”

“Okay,” he said. “That’ll work. I’ll text you whatever I send.”

“Please don’t,” you said. “I never want to see his nudes ever again. Or his face. Or a drunken video of him professing his love to me.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you when I send him something.”

“Much better.”

“Well, I should get going now,” Wonwoo said quietly. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for this,” you said, “and the takeout.”

“My pleasure.”

As Wonwoo left the apartment, you began to wonder what this all meant. He couldn’t like you, could he? He didn’t believe in loving right away, but did that spread to liking? You waited until Krystal got home to discuss it. She was far better versed in this area and would be able to give you good advice. Krystal texted you around six saying that she was finally leaving Kai’s since Taemin would be back from vacation and that she was heading home. You were waiting for her in the living room, and the moment she walked through the door, you began blurting out everything that happened.

“Oh my god, does Jeon Wonwoo have a crush on the ______ ______?” asked Krystal.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” you replied.

“I think he does!” Krystal said. “Actually, I know he does. Keep up the good work, tiger.” She winked at you and walked away.

“Wait!” you called out. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Wonwoo’s… he’s quiet, shy. You’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Okay,” you said. “I think I am more than capable of doing that.”

The weeks went by of blink-and-you-miss-it flirting over text messages with Wonwoo. The texts were pretty mundane, but you had found yourself loving every time your phone pinged with a notification from Wonwoo. You met up once a week to message Jason together, and each time something would happen. The brush of fingertips, an arm around a shoulder, a shared laugh, thighs touching while you sat. Nothing about what the two of you had was platonic.

After a few days, Wonwoo asked you two to meet up again. This time, it was at his apartment rather than yours. Krystal and Kai were throwing a small party, and Wonwoo didn’t want to be there, so you obliged to meeting with him at his home.

Wonwoo’s apartment was vintage, beige, and filled with things you never would’ve imagined it to be. There were books everywhere, a record player, and a leather sofa that looked straight out of a fifties movie.

“So you know we’re pretty close to cracking him,” Wonwoo said. “I mean, did you see those last messages? He sounded like he was going to have an emotional breakdown.”

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Did I do something wrong?” asked Wonwoo, noticing the hesitation in your voice and attitude.

“No, no,” you said. “I just wonder if I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I any better than him by blackmailing him?”

Wonwoo was at a loss for words. He looked at you, and then back at the ground. “I honestly don’t know” was his response. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Maybe what we did was wrong, but he also did something wrong.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Wonwoo,” you replied. “I feel like a terrible person. I know I hate Jason, but I also know I’m better than this.”

“Well, we can stop,” he said. “We’ll stop right now.”

Wonwoo pulled out his laptop and opened the program he had been using to communicate with Jason.

I’VE DECIDED TO LET YOU BE. WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU IS JUST AS BAD AS WHAT YOU DID TO ______.

nah its worse fuck u tho

GOODBYE

ya know idk u but u got balls. ______ is lucky to have u ik im psycho when it comes to her but i want her to have the best. I mean the best is me but u seem pretty good too

GOODBYE

You looked up shyly at Wonwoo. “So he thinks you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“I mean, I’ve been at it for weeks. Almost two months, even,” he said.

“Wonwoo,” you said, getting up. “I think I should go.”

“Why?”

“Well, we did what we meant to do. Blackmail Jason, and now it’s over, so I should go.”

Wonwoo stood up with you. “Okay.” He walked you to the door and watched you put on your shoes before he did the unthinkable. He grabbed you by the arm, pulled you up to him, and placed his mouth on yours. It’s sweet, but it’s short lived because Wonwoo immediately pulled away to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Instead, you just laugh, and you pull him down to you. Suddenly, your arms are around his neck and his hands are in your hair and you are feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And then you’re laughing, and he’s laughing, and you pull away to catch your breath.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s…”

“That’s what?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He buried his face in your hair and then lifted your chin up for one more kiss.

“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked.

“I’m sure I want to stay.”

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Of Binary Codes and Blue Candies || jhs

Genre: Action, fluff (idk to what extent), gang!AU, humor (if you squint hard enough)

Pairing/s: freelance hacker!You and hacker!Hseok

Description: “Oh my gosh, I lost to you and I’m fracking laughing at it.”  —; part of the Lacerta series

Sequence of events: myg, knj, jjk, jhs, ksj, pjm, kth

Word Count: 4,726

Note/s: Mentions of characters from the other installments of the Lacerta series. Also, I don’t know a thing about hacking. I just researched at the last minute and I’m still pretty sure it’s not 100% enough or accurate. Pretty sure Google is watching my IP address, though.

The e-mail that you received had been shady enough. Yet, you attributed your lack of self-preservation to the fact that you were a month behind on rent and your bills were starting to pile up. So, without any question—just like what the said e-mail instructed—you accepted the job. You convinced yourself it would be worth it since the pay would easily amount to three average-level assignments. And above all else, hacking is delicate work. You’d rather have this one than three more of this for the same price. Or so you thought.

Now that you were staring at the computer screen, however, you couldn’t help but focus on the twitching of your left eye. Anxiety was starting to bubble up, slowly climbing up your throat. You forced it down, trying to keep calm and rational. The network you were tasked to infiltrate... It wasn’t simple, to say the least. Whoever owned it must have been a highly-cautious man or woman, seeing as the difficulty of hacking it was on par with a government system or a worldwide organization.  You took in a deep breath before popping a blue gummy candy into your mouth. Briefly, you remembered it being advertised as ‘organic’, prompting you to think about of that one, memorable school lab experiment with gummy bears.

While you chewed, you could feel yourself slowly calming down now that your mouth had something to do. Your friends had called you out, saying you had an oral fixation or something. You had never heard of such a thing before so you didn’t think much of it. That was, until another friend mentioned that she could match you up with someone who “would make full use and thoroughly enjoy” your oral fixation (which you still deny to this day since it sounds like a load of baloney).

Realizing that your mind had wandered off, you shook your head vigorously before focusing your eyes on the screen. Cracking your knuckles, you decided that it was time to suck it up and get to work.

Of-fucking-course, it would be hard to hack into right off the bat. You already wasted two hours of your life trying but to no avail. Whoever this person was that required your services clearly forgot that you needed some information so you could actually do what you needed to do. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took deep, steadying breaths before deciding to leave an e-mail of inquiry. You weren’t prepared for the reply, though.

“Oh, are you fucking kidding me now? Really? What have I gotten myself into?” you questioned out loud although no one could hear you.  You read the e-mail again, just in case you were reading it wrong. You groaned when you deduced that you weren’t dreaming and that it was, in fact, real. It seemed that you had drawn the short lot in this life. “Lacerta. Whoever the fuck you are, I am skinning you alive if I ever find you.”

Tracing where the e-mail was sent from had been very tempting but judging the person’s character through the concise and curt messages, he or she must be smart enough not to let a hacker track them down. It was just your luck that you were tasked to go against the city’s most notorious gang. You sent another e-mail, asking if you could drop out of whatever this was. However, the response had been immediate. ‘Think about your decision very carefully, Y/N.’

Great, so now you can untangle yourself from this. Biting your lower lip, you popped another gummy candy into your mouth to de-stress. The sweetness brought a sharp pang to your senses and you positioned yourself again for work. You did your best on gathering information about Lacerta, getting in-touch with your contacts in the field for some help to acquire some data to reduce the time spent on this. The faster you finish, the better.

It was late into the night when the first stage of your hacking job was considered well and truly done. You stretched on your seat, yawning widely. Your eyes burned from reading over lines and lines of information flashing on your computer screen for the past couple of hours. Still, you’re not done hustling. It was time to see the chinks of the proverbial armor of Lacerta’s database.

“Client wants me to hack via the Internet or wireless LAN. The git. Making my job harder than it has to be” you muttered under your breath. What you weren’t admitting was that you were mildly relieved by that. At least, you didn’t have to sneak into wherever their base may be and do who knows what that might get you into more trouble or worse.

After setting up all the hacking tools you thought and knew would be applicable for whatever you had in mind, you collapsed on the couch backed up against a wall. “Alright, time to get some shut-eye, Y/N.”

You nursed a mug of coffee as you blearily blinked at the computer. Now that you had found the weakness in their system, you were determined to set your plan in motion. Yawning widely, you placed the mug down before cracking your knuckles.

“Alright, time to work” you muttered to yourself. Soon enough, your fingers were flying through the keys. The incessant clacking was the only thing heard in the otherwise silent room. And by all means, everything that happened afterwards wasn’t what you expected.

For starters, it seemed suspiciously easy to break into their system. It only took a few rifling and sorting through the data flashing through the screens in your room to find the file you were supposed to extract. Quickly, still apprehensive, you transferred it into your hard drive (your just in case Plan B if stuff happened to you) before completely erasing it from Lacerta’s system. Then, for a wild second, you paused, long enough to attract attention from whoever was keeping their database secure. And yet, no attacks were being launched your way. Either the person on the other side was a really lax one or incompetent. Still, you weren’t about to stay just to get caught. With a bark of disbelieving laughter, you left your signature before doing a scan of your own system, double-checking that you were as clean as could be.

Don’t freak out too much. I’m pretty sure no one would miss someone’s cheating footage, right? — Gray Hat

In retrospect, it was kind of stupid to think that it was the last of it. However, you were sorely wrong, as proven to you three days after that job. You had just paid your rent after your shift down the local restobar when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Closing your front door, you kicked off your shoes as you fished it out. The message flashing on the screen made you stop in your tracks.

From: Unknown Number So, Gray Hat. Let me guess, the dude in the video asked you to remove it, yes? (Received 10:13 P.M.)

It was from an unknown number. You didn’t know how that person got hold of you but it felt like a bucket of ice was doused over you at the implications. Your mind was already jumping to conclusions, thinking you were about to suffer repercussions from the job you took. You bitterly cursed your last client in the confines of your mind before the sudden continuous ping of your phone made you jump in shock.

From: Unknown Number

Either ways, that’s not the point. The point is this

How the fuck did you manage to hack into the database without setting off the alarms I placed

Like

Dude/Dudette (Received 10:14 P.M.)

It only wailed like a siren after detecting the file you deleted without admin permission

Also, is ‘Gray Hat’ a codename or something

Or that’s just you identifying yourself as a literal gray hat

Please answer me

I hope that didn’t sound too demanding (Received 10:15 P.M.)

You decide to address each of his queries one by one.

To: Unknown Number

Gray hat as in the hacker term gray hat

It’s dudette

Also, that’s a secret I’m not sure I am willing to tell

What’s in it for me? (Sent 10:16 P.M.)

From: Unknown Number

Thank god you’re smart

Also thanks for answering

I’m a dude btw just getting it out there

I thought I had to track you down for a one-on-one

So listen (Received 10:17 P.M.)

I have a proposal, gray hat dudette (Received 10:18 P.M.)

You couldn’t help but snort in derision at his words. A proposal? Who in their right mind would agree to an anonymous person’s proposal? The mystery client from the last had taught you enough lesson. You wouldn’t fall for this kind of thing again. Yet, you couldn’t help but read the rest of his texts when you received them.

From: Unknown Number

Would you be willing to

Like hmmmmmm

Meet up??? ?? ? (Received 10:19 P.M.)

Because

I might or might not want to offer you a job (Received 10:20 P.M.)

Staring at your screen for a full minute, it still took you some time before you could formulate a coherent answer. Your hands trembled faintly even as you typed it out.

From: Unknown Number

I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play, pal

But seriously (Sent 10:24 P.M.)

Please do stop trolling me 

Delete my number

Don’t even attempt tracking me down (Sent 10:25 P.M.)

I will report you to the police (Sent 10:26 P.M.)

From: Unknown Number

Phew

Thought you blocked me

Although

That’s a funny thought (Received 10:27 P.M.)

What are you gonna tell the police

“The person I hacked is contacting me please stop him”

I don’t think you’ll get out of that complaint unscathed, dudette (Received 10:28 P.M.)

“This fucking git” you vehemently hissed. You were typing furiously when he suddenly flooded your phone again with messages.

From: Unknown Number

Okay you know what

How about this (Received 10:28 P.M.)

Let’s meet and talk in the police station

Just say at the front desk that you’re there to meet Blue

Does that make it better for you? (Received 10:29 P.M.)

If anything, it made you more apprehensive. You exited the messaging app just to check your e-mail for the details. Your client made it clear that it was Lacerta you were hacking three days prior. So, if this male was really a part of Lacerta, what possessed him to suggest meeting in a police station?

You decided to ignore his messages. Chucking your phone on your couch, you went through the motions of preparing yourself some dinner—the usual fare of microwavable food—before settling down to eat it and watch some movies. Soon enough, you forgot the anonymous person who was bothering you earlier as you got immersed in the show you were watching. However, a soft ‘ping’ sounded from your laptop. You put the bowl on the coffee table and checked your e-mail notification. What you found made your heart pound a little harder against your ribcage.

From: blue@lacerta.org

To: thegrayhatter@mail.com

Cute mail address. Also, a friendly reminder that I know how and where to find you. :) (Received 11:54 P.M.)

Fucking hell.

So it went without further ado that you would meet him at the police station, as crazy as it sounded. Heck, even you felt like you were losing your mind at the very thought of a possible member of a wanted gang in a building housing the very people who are out to get them. You unlocked your phone and dug the messages from last night, prompted by the stranger’s unwelcome e-mail.

To: Blue

For fuck’s sake

Alright fine, you git

We already established what you wanted

What’s in it for me

And how do I really know that I am not being conned or anything into this

Be honest or I swear I will start hacking with a malevolent intent for the first time in my life (Sent 11:55 P.M.)

From: Blue

Wow

You type fast, woman

Also

We’ll be paying to pay you whatever amount you are willing to work for (Received 11:56 P.M.)

But within reason!

We don’t shit gold nuggets okay

Also a heads up

You might or might not end up working with me 

As for reassurance that you won’t be hacked to pieces (Received 11:57 P.M.)

There will be a police officer waiting outside of the station

He’ll be sporting an outrageous hair color

Like

Neon yellow (Received 11:58 P.M.)

Tell him that you’re there to meet Blue

He’ll take you inside

If he doesn’t he has a gun in a holster strapped to his hip okay

If all else fails, pepper spray is the way

So see you tomorrow, Hatter (Received 11:59 P.M.)

You reviewed the messages again before looking straight ahead. The light changed and you crossed the road, feeling your nerves spike up gradually. The police station was a few blocks away and your steps grew considerably slower, displaying your reluctance. Still, at least it seemed that Blue was telling the truth or maybe it was coincidence. A person in a police uniform was standing right outside the doors leading to the station. He wore a formidable scowl... which was a contrast to his neon yellow hair. People stared as they passed by, to which the man only scowled further.

You were worried his face will disappear and cave into itself when he scowled even more when you approached him. Feeling a little silly, you hesitated. However, you remembered the messages you exchanged with Blue. Steeling yourself, you opened your mouth and boldly said, “I’m here to see Blue.”

His face slackened for a moment. You worried you got the wrong person when he suddenly blurted out, “No way, it was a girl who hacked into Lacerta?”

That instantly made you bristle in anger and frustration. It seemed that there was still some prejudice against women. Also, his choice of words and his tone felt a little too depreciating and condescending than you liked. Squaring your shoulders, you raised your chin haughtily as you hotly retorted, “Is there a problem, sir? Maybe you’d like me to dig deep and accidentally unearth your secrets just to prove my skills? But then again, I don’t have to prove myself to narrow-minded moose like you.”

“Narrow-minded—? What the fu—”

“Officer? I was under the impression that you were here to escort her inside, not insult her with your deep-rooted sexism due to societal stereotypes. Hatter, good to see you, by the way. I thought you wouldn’t come until I saw you pass through one of the CCTV cameras lining the path.”

You blinked blankly at the man that suddenly appeared, the door beside the police officer held open as he looked at you expectantly. The first thing you noticed was how excessively blue his outfit was. Still, it looked good on him. Pastel blue button-up and dark blue slacks. Then, you realized he called you ‘Hatter’, the moniker Blue from last night called you.

“Blue?” you tentatively called him. You were rewarded by a blinding smile. You fought the urge to hold a hand in front of your face to block your eyes from the brilliance. He jerked his head, wordlessly inviting you inside. Sneaking a glance at the officer still scowling at the two of you, you squeezed yourself into the narrow opening. You tried not to brush against him as you took in the interior.

“We’re going to talk in the conference room. Hey, Detective! Tell Namjoon not to bust a nut just yet. Hatter just arrived” he called out to one of the people milling around in the station, a woman giving him something between a stink eye and a look of amusement. Her gaze casually slid towards yours, her lips quirking to a smile.

“A word of advice: you really don’t have a say in the matter. Just skin him alive with the benefits you’d like to receive” she told you. The two of you watched her walk away while tapping on her phone.

“Right, let’s get inside” he said to break the silence that settled awkwardly. “This way, Hatter.”

He ushered you inside the conference room and closed the door, isolating you from everyone else. You noted, with a wave of relief, that the blinds weren’t closed and the door wasn’t locked. It meant that if anything went wrong, someone from outside would see and you could make a quick escape. Your attention was caught when Blue cleared his throat.

“First off, you can call me Hoseok or Hobi. I don’t care about the honorifics or what unless there are other members around us” he started without preamble. “Also, if you want, I can keep calling you Hatter or you can share your name to me. Your choice, really.”

You snorted at that, unable to help yourself when you replied, “I’m pretty sure you did a background check on me already, Hoseok.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow before smirking in amusement. “I see that you’re blunt and fast to pick up on things. Great. So, I’m offering you a job in Lacerta because a.) we’re kind of in the middle of a... thing right now and with the way you hacked into our system, your skills impressed me—impressed us—and unanimously made the decision of contacting you to hire you for that. Also, because we need someone else to help us in that thing that I mentioned.”

“Translation: I’m useful and it would make more sense to hire me than kill me. Next” you nonchalantly said. Hoseok shot you a look for interrupting him but nevertheless continued.

“Anyways, b.) I’m asking you to please say yes because Namjoon will throw me into a river full of alligators if your decision is otherwise. Look, I was sleep-deprived during that time and he was furious that I let such a slip-up happen. Please, save my ass. Like what Miss Detective said earlier, you can skin me alive with the benefits that you’d like to receive.”

You gave his pleading look a hard stare before deeply sighing. “Alligators only eat dead things” you mumbled.

“Is that seriously the only thing you caught from my rant?” he asked you, narrowing his eyes a little. You rolled your eyes and leaned on the table, pinning him down with your eyes.

“What does this... job entail?” you asked almost hesitantly, afraid that it might ask more than what you could possibly and are willing to give.

Immediately, he answered, “It just a behind-the-scenes thing. You’ll do what you do best: hacking. You won’t get to be sent on the field. Don’t worry about that. However, you might have to talk to Lacerta members at times.”

You frowned at how vague his description was. Unsatisfied, you crossed your arms and prodded further, “Don’t be so stingy with details. What else am I supposed to know.”

“All other things are classified unless you agree to work with us.” He paused for a moment before saying, “But all I’m going to tell you right now is that we need you because we have a conflict with Cepheus right now.”

He simply took in the disbelieving expression on your face. Cepheus? As in the rumored rival gang of Lacerta? Maybe you were in deeper shit than you thought. Still, you were still thinking of the money and benefits. You weren’t about to shoot his proposal down just because of a little danger. After all, what is life without some thrill?

“Based on what you saw of my skills, how much are you willing to pay me to work for you guys?” When he rattled off the amount, your eyes went as wide as saucers before blurting out, “Holy fuck, sign me up. Just please, can I have a bodyguard to accompany me at all times? Also, keep my family out of this.”

“What happened to skinning me alive for benefits?” he joked.

“I will, just much later when I can think more properly. Also, there’s no contract on paper yet. We’ll need that if you’re going to hire me. I refuse to go by words.”

He nodded in assent. “Alright. Also, there’s a spare room in our main house if you feel like your current place is less secure.”

You merely raised an eyebrow at his words before standing up. “I think we’re done here. I have to go now. My shift at work starts in less than two hours.”

He hummed before saying, “I’ll send you a draft of the contract later via e-mail. Also, we might need to meet again to clearly outline what you can do, will do and are to do while you work for Lacerta.”

Just before you could say that you understood him, a figure right outside the room caught your attention. Without warning, Hoseok yelled loud enough to be heard outside, “I sealed the deal, okay! Stop hounding me, Namjoon! That was just once! Never again!”

You jumped at the sheer volume of his voice, clapping your hands to your ears to muffle the sound. When he was done, you shot him an aggravated look before dryly commenting, “A heads up would have been nice.”

He huffed and muttered, “Sorry but that asshole needed to learn how to stop watching and hovering over everyone like a hawk. That’s Namjoon, the gang leader.”

“Oh” you supplied, more shocked by his usage of the word ‘gang’ than the actual information itself. He simply smiled, as if he found something funny before shaking his head in amusement.

“Alright, I won’t keep you for longer than necessary. See you next time, Hatter. And you’ll have to tell me how you hacked into our system by then” he said. You smirked wryly at the reminder as you moved to the door.

As you opened it, you paused and turned towards him. “Y/N in private, Hatter in public. I’d like to keep my anonymity. Also, I want a Jacuzzi in my bathroom."

“How do you know your room has a bathroom?”

“The twitch of your nose tells me my guess was right. See you, Hoseok.”

He spluttered. “Are you seriously asking me to basically do a renovation—”

“I am technically saving your ass” you said in a singsong voice. “Told you I’m not done skinning you alive for benefits.”

And then you shut the door behind you, leaving a Hoseok who was halfway between amused and exasperated at how things were turning out.

Your bowl of blue gummy candies was depressingly empty and you sulked like a kid as you stared at it. Settling into Lacerta’s main house was a little harder than you thought. what with everyone freely carrying their weapons around the house. It was safe to say you were terrified to your wit’s end during the first three days. It was more than a week now since you first arrived and had finally felt a little more comfortable. Still, the realization that you just willingly got yourself into this mess boggled you to this day. Munching on your candies had been your way of de-stressing even when the job assigned to you was simply just monitoring and storing the devices and the system Lacerta was tracking. However, you didn’t realize that your favorite food was gone until your fingertips hit the bottom of the bowl.

This was how Hoseok found you inside the computer room, scowling and pressing the keys of the keyboard harder than what was necessary. He took a moment to glance around the room before settling on the bowl on the desk.

“Blue gummy candies, correct? The one that tastes like mixed berries?” he asked. It made you stop whatever you were doing instantly and abruptly turn to face him.

You looked at him in confusion, not noticing he interrupted your work as you asked, “How did you know?”

“I eat the same stuff, too. I keep my stash hidden because the others like to dip in and empty my bowl out” he casually remarked. He unlocked a cabinet underneath his desk with a key, brandishing a larger bowl, filled to the brim with the same gummy candies you adored and loved. You watched with large eyes, uncaring when Hoseok laughed. “Go on. We can share this.”

You settled into a harmonious silence then. You monitored and saved data. Hoseok sorted through them and read through the ones that seemed important. He wrote down some notes on a pad of sticky paper and would often stick them on the corkboard on his side of the room. After some time, someone slipped into the room.

“Hey Hoseok hyung, have you figured— Oh, candy!”

Before he could get a single piece, you have swiped the bowl away. The young man looked at you with a shocked expression as you hugged the food tightly to your chest. You frowned at him while Hoseok struggled to breathe from laughing hard.

“Jungkook, don’t bother. Hatter is having sugar withdrawals and she won’t be sharing any time soon” he told him. Jungkook merely pouted before moving away from you, peering at Hoseok’s notes instead.

“Hmm, look’s like we’re on to something” Jungkook commented. “I can see a pattern but I can’t connect point A to point B.”

“I thought I was the only one thinking that” Hoseok said, relief coloring his voice. While eating the candies, you watched the two of them as they conversed and made guesses on what could Cepheus’ next move possibly be. You took the time to study your (un)official work partner from head to toe. At first glance, it was easy to deduce that he was attractive. However, you also noticed how lithe he was and how graceful the lines of his body were. When he moved, his body was fluid and light. You also didn’t miss the muscles that shifted under his clothes, evidence that he didn’t spend his days simply sitting in front of computer screens.

“Y/N? Am I your latest science experiment? I’m not used to the probing look.” Hoseok’s voice snapped you out of your reverie. Your eyes darted around, only to see that Jungkook already left. Upon seeing his amused smirk, you flushed and turned away, mumbling a ‘sorry, lost in thought’. You pointedly looked at your own screen with determination and continued working with vigor. You heard him chuckle and hoped that he wouldn’t mention anything about your stare from earlier.

“How are you settling into Lacerta so far?” he asked casually. You briefly stole a glance, only to see he was still looking at you. The smile was still there and it made you flush even more in embarrassment.

“Good, I guess.”

“Really? I just noticed that you eat a lot of your gummy candies when you feel stressed” he pointed out his observation. It made you flinch lightly, realizing you weren’t being as discreet or careful as you thought you were. “If it helps, you can talk to me. Rant or something. Just give me a heads up if you’re about to cry.”

You laughed at his words before lightly saying, “Nah, don’t worry too much. That was just me working both my mouth and mind at the same time.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “So you mean to say, you’re overthinking and stress-eating because of that?”

When you gave him a sheepish look, he chuckled before telling you, “Don’t worry too much. Happens to the best of us. I’m not about to hound you for more details if you don’t want me to pry.”

“Thanks” you said with sincere gratitude. He merely replied with a smile, matching yours before giving you a salute. And then the two of you returned to your work.

“You look good in blue, by the way” you offhandedly complimented him but you didn’t miss the grin he was shooting you from your peripheral view.

“I think I’d have to whip out my signature blue slacks then. I just discovered when and where Cepheus planned to meet some of their ‘investors’.” He shot out of his seat and was at the door in a blink of an eye, hollering down the hallway.

“Namjoon hyung! We struck gold! It’s time to get Seokjin’s pretty face out there.”

[9monk]

Chanyeol Hacker Twins!au [mysme insp.] 

 Jeong Se Joo: a genius programmer who lives own his own world with a closed heart after he got hurt in childhood, the only person he talks is his own brother.

Jeong Se Woon: a hacker activist with trust issues, has mental illness due a big trauma in his past. fighting the system so they could have a better life. would kill (for) his brother.

[dumbfizzkpop-blog]

New Series🙌😈

A series of aesthetics for 10 Wanted Criminals.

Introduction: There is a very powerful group of people out there that are secretly running the world. These are the guys no one talks about. No one knows anything about them, yet everyone knows them. They are invisible. The top one percent of the top one percent. The guys that play God without permission.

Name of Series: Wanted.

Rated: R

Assassin: Chapter #1 Bang Yongguk

Thief: Chapter #2 Park Jimin

Arsonist: Chapter #3 Jung Ilhoon

Gambler: Chapter #4  Woo Jiho

Hacker: Chapter #5  Kim Kibum

Stalker: Chapter #6 Kim Taehyung

Serial Killer: Chapter #7 Oh Sehun

Drug Dealer: Chapter #8 Lee Seonghwa

Yakuza: Chapter #9 Nakamoto Yuta

Psychopath: Chapter #10 Kim Hyuna

A/N: I'm going to upload 2 chapters every day. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it.

I made these series for fun. I don't wanna hurt anyone. If someone is offended by my aesthetics please message me privately.

~Admin G 🌹

[enchantingstigma]

Do Kyungsoo// Mafia!au, hacker!au

Cr: @enchantingstigma

(I just changed my app theme after a looong time, feels fresh 😂)

[ificanwriteiscannon]

ificanwriteiscannon masterlist

YAAAY, I finally made it!! Ok, so I’m pretty sure its probably missing a lot of stuff and it’s not the best masterlist ever, BUT at least its one right?! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Social media AUs:

Ben Hardy -

From haters to lovers (part.2)

Harry Styles -

 Accidentally in Vegas (part.2) 

Soulmate au 

Y/N and Harry’s relationship on instagram

MCU -

Meeting and dating Bucky Barnes (part.2)

Y/N and Avengers texts

Proud godparent Steve shares a picture of his best friends’ family moment.

Bohemian Rhapsody cast -

Joe and Ben in Y/N’s IG (Gwil’s girlfriend)

Boyfriend!Ben jealous of girls night

Pregnancy/ Babies  AU

Reader is Joe Mazzello’s sister and secretly dating Ben Hardy.

Reader and Gwilym’s relationship

Harry Potter Universe -

Sirius Black x reader modern AU

Draco x reader modern AU

Draco and Y\N Malfoy social media 

Dorcas, Hestia, Lily, Mary and Marlene’s vacation

 Musitians - 

Roger Taylor x Reader + John Deacon x Reader AU

Duff  Mackagan x Reader AU

Supernatural - 

Baby Girl Winchester in her parents’ snapchats au

 DC- 

Being best friends with Caitlin and Barry, but having a crush on him

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Aesthetics \\ Moodboards:

Klaus Mikaelson in love with a marmaid au

Harry Styles’ retro love aesthetic

Natasha’s little hacker sister in a relationship with Bucky au

Spencer Reid’s girlfriend au

Persephone and Hades aesthetic

Sam Winchester’s girl aesthetic

Being Draco Malfoy’s wife

BIKER!IVAR Aesthetic

 Lagertha’s daughter and secretly dating Ivar 

IL VOLO MONARCHY AU

Loki loving a Midgardian girl with powers AU 

Harry Styles in a HP AU

Kol x Reader x Klaus AU

Guns n roses members as greek gods AU moodboard.

Friends with benefits with Damon Salvatore

One direction as demigods 

Kpop idols 

Ateez in Hogwarts houses 

Christmas kpop aesthetics

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Imagines: 

Supernatural- 

Mommy Winchester (Sam x Reader) \\ ( family album ) \\ Flashback

Musitians-

The roommate ( Brian May x Reader) 

Tiny dancer (Axl Rose imagine)

Just give me a reason (Douglas!Nikki Sixx Imagine)

You’re the one (Jake Kiszka imagine)

Broken Strings  (Harry Styles Imagine)

True Love (Harry Styles  Snow White AU)

Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna Jr. (Nikki Sixx imagine)

The memory of you (Ringo imagine)

Actors -

Dynasty –Ferdia Walsh-Peelo Imagine

Ben Hardy Imagine – James Oliver Jones

Harry Potter Universe-

Draco Malfoy imagine 

Regulus Black imagine

Criminal Minds-

Come back to me- Spencer Reid imagine

Vikings-

Ubbe Lothbrok imagine - Treat you better

Stranger Things- 

Steve Harrington imagine

Steve Harrington Imagine ( not related to the first one, but apparently I keep forgetting to name imagines.. insert facepalm here)

MCU-

Loki’s Sigyn

Peaky Blinders- 

Love Story (A Luca Changretta imagine)

Kpop- 

Vampire au

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[xiaozhns-a]

alô alô tag! to aqui querendo algumas coisinhas novas para jogar, então trouxe uma lista meio extensa de plots que eu queria muito e ocs que tenho em aberto e to com muita saudade ou vontade de jogar. vou deixar tudo debaixo do read more (já peço desculpas pelo tamanho, mas me deem uma chance, por favorzinho!) e, se algo te interessar, só mandar mensagem ou deixar um like que eu chamo! obs: também tenho algumas guidelines aqui que têm umas informações importantes, incluindo triggers e restrições, e peço para que leiam pra gente poder plotar. de resto, prometo muito amor, carinho e hcs.

                                                ocs em aberto

heloísa kang; bartender, divorciada, ex-evangélica agora virada no capiroto, meme queen, desenhista por hobby e traumatizada ( + info | pinterest ) | pra ela eu queria muito um plot de friends with benefits to lovers em que ela surtou quando se apegou e terminou o lance que tinham (a famosa relação de almost lovers), mas ninguém conseguiu mesmo superar (e alguém pra dar amor pra ela, porque ela é meu chuchu).

cao yuan; bolsista, estudante de relações internacionais, chaotic dumbass, não faz sentido mas às vezes faz, cuida de todo mundo só que nunca deixa ninguém cuidar dele, não tão secretamente um romântico incurável ( +info | pinterest )

joão vitor han; vitinho do tiktok, wannabe dançarino, garçom, imigrante sem visto nem diploma, impulsivo, com parafuso a menos, tentando sobreviver, fugindo de trauma e depressão, mas pelo menos é muito gente boa ( + info | pinterest ) | ideias de plot incluem “casamento de conveniência por visto”; best friends to lovers; exes etc

jin haikuan (au de monarquias modernas/restauradas); herdeiro do trono chinês, jovem exemplar, príncipe perfeitinho, anda sempre na linha sob os olhos e as cobranças do pai, na verdade guarda muitas discordâncias mas não ousa se rebelar como gostaria, não é tão hétero quanto gostariam ( pinterest ) | m/m

ah hyosun; main rapper de um grupo de kpop, irmã mais nova de um rapper famoso, tentando provar que tem talento também e que é rapper de verdade, orgulhosa e temperamental, envolvida num escândalo de namoro que serviu pra acobertar o relacionamento real dela – com outra garota ( pinterest ) | f/f. queria muito um mumu com a ex dela, no caso a garota que ela namorava até a mídia estragar tudo, e com o irmão mais velho dela, que é conhecido como uma dupla de khh com o namorado/noivo dele (obviamente uma relação em segredo)

gong haeun; ladra de rua desde adolescente, irmã mais velha de uma família grande, sem pai, quer o melhor pra família e faria tudo por eles, não tá nem aí pro resto, hacker por hobby e ativismo, uma grande gostosa tatuada, encontrada em qualquer rolê duvidoso ( pinterest ) | aberta para mumus também

                                                        plots

um casal divorciado, mas que acaba sempre se vendo e se falando por causa da guarda compartilhada de filhe(s) e, de verdade, estão falhando bonito em superar o passado. pode inserir aqui muito ciúme, discussões idiotas por causa de sentimentos mal-resolvidos, recaídas e momentos família tomando sorvete e passeando no parque nostálgicos demais.(eu tinha uma ideia de uma female oc pra esse plot; não me importo com gênero de opp)

o clichê de single parent/teacher: muse a tem uma criancinha em idade escolar  que morre de amores por muse b, su professore. de algum jeito muse a & muse b se aproximam e muse a começa a entender o apego do neném (e o plot culmina numa família feliz). muse a pode até ser docente na mesma escola que muse b; tem muita possibilidade nesse plot (m/m, f/f, m/nb, f/nb; sem preferência de muse, just make it gay)

dois atores atuando como o casal protagonista em um boy love/série lgbt, mas que acabam desenvolvendo sentimentos um pelo outro durante as gravações, em meio a toda a proximidade e todo o fanservice que colocam eles pra fazer | m/m

um childhood friends to lovers sobre duas garotas que são amigas desde sempre e acabam se apaixonando uma pela outra com o tempo, mas têm medo de confessar e arriscar as coisas. pensei nelas terem entre uns 17 e 20 anos nesse plot, e tenho muitas ideias! | f/f

algo meio enemies to lovers em uma corte cheia de intrigas, manipulações e conflitos por poder. muse a está na linha para herdar o trono e muse b, até onde se saiba, trabalha para uma das facções/famílias que sempre tenta ter o poder de fato na política do reino. muse a e muse b não têm uma relação de muita confiança, já que teoricamente estão de lados opostos, mas suas obrigações levam-lhes a passar muito tempo juntes e acabam desenvolvendo sentimentos e revendo a imagem que tinham da outra pessoa (100% baseado no arco do príncipe yi jin e da song sahui em goo haeryung, a historiadora. se alguém curtir e quiser jogar eles, eu adoraria)

um merperson/human, pode ser nos dias atuais ou em algum período histórico (m/m, f/f, m/nb, f/nb)

                                                      ships

jiang yanli/wen qing (the untamed/mdzs/cql)

yi jin/song sahui (goo haeryung, a historiadora)

+ se você leu até aqui (e obrigada!) e nada te interessou, eu to sedenta por mais plots f/f, e por novos plots históricos também, e tem muito projeto de oc nessa cabeça, então... só chama

[atinyidea]

Glitch | Ateez Gang! Seonghwa, San + Wooyoung | ML

⟶ gang!au, hacker!au, eventual poly!au, female!original character

How curious it is, the fact that the police just gave a media conference, confirming ATZ’s involvement in Kyungri’s families newly-appointed murder, just as she sat down for her best friend, Jaehyeon, to be tattooed by one of the gang members?

⟶ Moodboard

⟶ Character Sheets: P. Kyungri | L. Jaehyeon | L. Misun | L. Yoori | N. Gongmyung | L. Chaeyoung | K. Soonchul | C. San | J. Wooyoung | K. Hongjoong | P. Seonghwa | J. Yunho | K. Yeosang | S. Mingi | C. Jongho | More

⟶ Setting Sheets: KQ Ink | ATZ Mansion | Seoul Dongdaemun Police Station | University Of Seoul | Lee Household | The Loft | Jaehyeon’s Flat | The Café | The Server Room |

⟶ Concept: Idea

⟶ Sneak Previews: Two | Three | Four

⟶ Chapters: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Special 1 | Five | Six

[wrangletangle]

On Alright, this weekend only!:

haljathefangirlcat: Okay, I'll bite: what about Anathema? But also... did Agnes leave any wrangling-related advice?

Oh, yes! Let's talk about Agnes.

In this AU, Agnes didn't live literally 300 years ago but internet 300 years ago, which makes her Anathema's grandmother and a famous white hat hacker from the dawn of proper hacking. There was something a few decades ago about a brush with the law and an exploding server - don't ask. (Newt's grandfather was involved; they don't talk about it. Much.)

Anathema doesn't consult a book but literally consults her grandma while they bond by sitting mostly quietly in the same room typing at 150+ wpm, doing things some people would consider morally dubious. Agnes is following a money laundering trail for a corrupt politician via slightly improper data gathering methods; Anathema is wrangling smut tags.

But let’s discuss Anathema herself:  

On her resume, Anathema calls herself a "data manager" because no one knows what a "tag wrangler" is. She also isn't keen to direct them to AO3 in case they click past the front page, so she directs them to the OTW's main website instead. So far, no one has asked her about her skills in researching terms for unusual sexual positions. Victory?

Agnes has no idea what platform AO3 is even running on, or how the tables are set up, or how the joins work, or how the wrangulator functions. Nonetheless, if Anathema asks her about a technical glitch, she can suss it out with frightening accuracy, once Anathema actually understands what she's saying.

Agnes also knows exactly how users are going to mess with things before they do. Anathema always, always listens to her on this. Except the one time she didn't, but they also don't talk about that.

Anathema has great powers of her own. She can see which way the currents of fandom are trending and shows up in the Next Big Fandom a few weeks in advance, quietly disambiguating everything and preparing canonicals for the incoming apocalypse. She has saved so many fandoms this way, and with so little fanfare, that wranglers are beginning to wonder if the era of the flooding fandom is over. (It's not. She takes a two week vacation to visit her family back in Malibu and a hitherto calm Kpop fandom explodes in her absence. )

Her greatest loves, though, are weird cult sci-fi fandoms. Red Dwarf has her heart forever, and she'll stop wrangling her collection of 50s and 60s B-movies when the sun goes supernova. Her favorite film of all time is “The Day the Earth Stood Still”, and she has written half of the exactly 4 fics in that fandom. She long ago adopted every movie ever made of any Jules Verne book. They get no works except at Yuletide. It's fine; she has plenty of other things to keep her busy.

Yes, she met Newt while they were wrangling. No, she doesn't want to talk about it. Yes, they live together now. Agnes thinks it's hilarious and likes to alternate between pinching his cheeks and telling him her plans to frame his grandfather for bribery. But more on Newt later.

Despite her incredible skill and her degree, in this economy she’s still temping.

Basically, Anathema is a brilliant and somewhat over-anxious wrangler, and I wish she was real because she'd be so awesome.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Showed in Your Eyes

Summary: In the heat of the moment you find yourself forgetting your surroundings only knowing what is in front of you.

Minho X Jisung

Oneshot

This is for my Secret Santa job for Stray Kids Secret Santa Exchange @lee-knows-it I hope you enjoy this I tried to make it to your liking and all (I also wish you happier days, and warm hugs and smiles) @skzsecretsanta thanks for making this possible :)

Gang Au (Knocking out someone(s), kidnapping, selling drugs, hacking, I guess I did mention stabbing, but no deaths!)

You better believe this gang is strong, mostly because of their tight family bonds, these nine are inseparable and would go great lengths to protect each other their much more like a mafia because of their strong family bond

But they are more just nine kids that didn’t have support from their families, found each other and started relying on each other to make income

Chan is the leader of stray kids, no surprise there because he's quite smart, although he got into dealing drugs… he has a 4.0 GPA in college rn which is impressive, and actually tutors a few people he sells drugs to. He makes alliances with other gangs so if there is ever a time they go belly up he knows got7 will have their back and so will twice

Jeongin the youngest and helps makes the drugs alongside Seungmin, and packages it and sends it to Hyunjin who makes the deals

Seungmin he makes drugs alongside Jeongin and he likes to do chemistry so when he by accidentally found out how to make drugs, he was selling them and that lead to some trouble until he made friends with Woojin and he enlisted him into the gang

Hyunjin makes deals, but not only because he's handsome, its because the kid has a way with words, acts like he's giving them deals, by telling them a higher price than they are charging for, if they're not going for the price he starts off with, he'll tell them “You know you're cute, say what, I'll give you 50 percent off” they fall for it everytime

Woojin and Chan met by chance, Chan switched his course in bio, and Woojin needed a partner, and they were talking and found out they both could use each other

Woojin can make friends with ease and makes sure he can trust them before he draws them in to the gang

Changbin knew Jisung since high school and they both joined at the same time

They both do the same thing of dealing out drugs, although Changbin can be more aggressive if the person starts haggling Hyunjin for a lower price

Jisung may look soft and squishy but he puts up a fight like no other, they always think they can steal from Jisung because of his looks, they have another thing going

Hyunjin is so glad to have them behind him when he is making deals

Minho is a fighter, if the group ever gets into any trouble he is the one who is ready to beat up anyone who hurts his family, he also the interrogator of the group, much more of the bad cop

Also forgot to mention that Chan is the good cop interrogator if someone messes with them and comes into their borders without a reasonable reason

Felix was the last one to get into the gang he is a skilled hacker, he was on the run from Australia the govt caught him hacking in, Woojin found out and asked him if he wanted to join and they would never snitch on him, and Felix agreed and is the hacker for group and if anyone ever gets kidnapped or anything he is first to know and already laying out the blueprints to get them out

If we’re going in order how it works, Woojin recruit the members in the gang, Chan makes alliances with other gangs and sets up the meeting to sell the drugs, Jeongin and Seungmin are the drug makers, once the drug is made, it is handed over to Hyunjin, Hyunjin goes to the meeting place with Changbin and Jisung ready to jump in, if all fails and they get kidnapped, Felix is on it in a second, hacking into the cameras finding out where they were taken, once he finds out, Minho is on it in second, and without fail bails them out

Jisung and Hyunjin went together on a drug sale, Changbin was sick but trusted the two could take it in just like the rest of the gang thought they could

It turns out that the guy they were dealing with was aggressive, didn't like haggling, and started taking out on the two Jisung started fighting with him told Hyunjin to run and tell the others, thinking he had it

Before Hyunjin even made it off the side street, Jisung was snatched off the street and kidnapped

The minute Minho heard the news, his heart broke and he was blistering with anger

He started demanding Felix to work faster, he watched through the camera as Jisung was picked up and thrown into the back, he couldn't hear what was going on but he was kicking the man, but it was clear there were others

Minho turned away not being able to bare watching the scene unfold

He wouldn't lie if you asked him if he had feelings for Jisung he flat out tell you he did

He's just to shy to tell it to Jisung so he just babies him with cuddles and always worries about him, he would love to admit it but he worries about Jisung just liking him as a friend

And seeing that Jisung just got kidnapped his heart is completely crushed

“I found it just let me hack into the system and get your blueprints” A deep voice calls out, pulling Minho out of his thoughts

Not another minute goes before Felix prints it out, he gets up, “Go get your man” Minho's blush covers his face, he puts in his bluetooth and slams the car into drive down seven blocks parking across the street

Felix telling him to “go left and there should be an open window there” he hops up in

“Two guards coming up fast,... you're clear now, go down two doors on the right” Minho rushing being careful not to make a sound he sighs as he opens and shuts the door

“Secret bookshelf it should be the fifth green book on the 3rd shelf that opens it” he scans over the books, pulling at the grin book and nothing happens

“I don't think-” as the bookshelf starts spinning, “Late reaction I guess… anyway, you should be seeing three doors, pick the very first one and in there is Jisung but be warned he isn't alone!!”

Minho pulls up his black bandana, and opens the door, meeting a dark, wet, cement, he carefully steps in and slips into the corner

It must be a boiler room, and he looks and sees a shadow he quickly takes a stab at the person and they let out a grunt, “What's wrong, Lucas?” he hears a voice call out, he muffles his hand over Lucas mouth and quickly rids the man of any weapons while Lucas tries to fight back, to no avail, Minho knocks him out slamming his head enough against the cement to knock him out

“Lucas can't you see I'm in the middle of something!!!” a man screams out, stomping angrily towards them pulling a gun out at Minho, “What did you do to him?” “What did you do to Jisung?”

“Oh so this what this about… well I'm Taeyong, you're pretty good at sneaking past people aren't you?” Minho visibly gulps, “Well, let's make a trade you help Lucas up and bandage him. I'll see over it Jisung will stay here and I will give him back”

“You must care about your members a lot” “More than you would ever guess”

They take Lucas into another room and bandage him up and Lucas moans out in pain and rolls over but refuses to get up, “Now take me to Jisung and let me leave”

“Oh I'll take you to Jisung alright” and a gun is placed in the small of Minho's back taking Minho's arms and twisting them behind his back with one hand holding the gun in place and pushing him into the other room

Minho growls and loosens up, before he takes Taeyong on by surprise and throws him over him, in a quick burst he wrangles the gun out of Taeyong's hand, finally, seeing Jisung in front of him

He sighs in relief as he looks at Jisung, but before he could do anything to try to save Jisung he feels Taeyong move and start kicking at him, in one fail swoop he bashes his head on the ground to knock him out long enough to save Jisung and get out of there

He tips off the bandana on Jisung’s face seeing tears streaming down his face he looks up and sees Minho, his eyes widening as he softly gasps. Minho pulls his bandana down

He squats down to his level before cutting off the ropes surrounding Jisung's wrists

Jisung wraps his arms Minho, he laughs in relief, “I'm so glad it's you that came for me” Minho nods as he cuts the ropes from around his ankles

Before he can lift him over his shoulder and listen to what Felix is telling him, Jisung whispers, “I know it's a bad time to say this,... but you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever had chance to catch a glimpse of…” Minho feels his heart speed up, he seeing his chance, he takes his chin into his hand and kisses Jisung

He feels Jisung kiss back, he realizes where he is, “We can continue this later” he throws him over his shoulder, “Okay Felix tell me where it's clear"

Felix guides him through with ease, he rushes out the car and speeds off, his hand finding Jisung's as he makes it back to Woojin's house. He parks in the lot and Jisung thanks him over and over again, “So where were we” Jisung laughs, kissing Minho's cheek, “Take me on a date first” Minho rolls his eyes, “Anything for you my dear”

It turned out Jisung liked Minho more than just friends, and would make a strong relationship making the gang stronger and better than ever

Then one day they got caught the police held mercy on the nine, and cleared their records, told them to become big, and to never get into trouble or they would be in sling

They listened and sometimes life just works out that way, and if you're wondering they did make it big, becoming Stray Kids the kpop group no longer a gang, and they never got in trouble ever again

Minho and Jisung being the biggest gay kpop in the industry, support coming not just from each other but the fans as well

Nerves from stage fright will never beat gun fights, but they could easily get used to it

After all with the family altogether, nothing could come in their way, a strong bond they hold and will continue to hold for a very long time

They became sensations from speaking out about their struggles to being wise and knowledgeable about the world around them

Taking part in whatever they could to make the world a better place and possibly their smiles could make a difference in their fan’s days

They truly could and can like no one else, being so supportive or everyone they come across and it comes back to them just as equally or more so

(Sorry if it ended weird I was watching the new Cinderella and it made me go third point of view I'd fix it but I seems to me like the perfect end. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanted to get it out sooner but… I hope you had an amazing holiday, and a wonderful new year, for many more to come :)