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(Inspired by this fanart. All credits to the artist, I couldn't find a direct link to them, but THANK YOU for inspiring me to write this!)
Summary: AU of how Sylus & you (reader) met. Both are leaders of large factions in the N109 Zone, Onychinus (Sylus) and Himitsu (you). They have been cutting into your territory over the past few weeks, so you decided an introduction is required. You laid the trap and Sylus walked right into it. But this is just the beginning...
CHAPTER ONE - Golden Opportunity
Three weeks of nothing but blood and lost profits. Youâre exhausted, drained, frustrated. You throw back a second glass of wine and lean back in your chair. You kick off your heels and pull your feet up into the chair, settling yourself in for another late night. You glance over at your heavy wooden desk. A pile of documents and photographs, detailing the gruesome exchange Himitsu and Onychinus had earlier that day.Â
Your contact with the N109 Zone police, if you can even call them âpolice,â dropped the folder off along with a desperate plea to stop the carnage.Â
âLooks like itâs getting worse, your boys are working overtime and only getting cut down. Please, Iâm begging here, tell Hunter to resolve this. I canât keep bringing you this intel. My superiors are already on edge.â
You always chuckle when you hear the name âHunterâ - the name of the head of Himitsu. At least thatâs what the public believes. You had to come up with a name that carried some weight and maybe some danger. But was ambiguous, most refer to âHunterâ as a he, making you smile every time. You wish you could reveal yourself and watch their jaws drop when they realize a woman runs one of the deadliest crews in the Zone. But youâre far too careful to show your hand. Thereâs only one person who knows and you always intended to keep it that way.
Every move you make, every client you secure, Onychinus is right on your fucking heels. Himitsu has gunned them down over and over. Youâve ordered their warehouses to be burned to the ground and dealers bought out. The violence continues, and has been getting worse every day. You lean forward to grab the wine bottle off your desk and pour another glass. How do you get this to stop? You need to get back to Linkon and recruit some new blood for your shrinking crew. Not to mention work on repairing the damage made to the Himitsu reputation and bank accounts. You swirl the dark liquor in your glass, you lean back once more, contemplating your next move.Â
A shrill creak brings you back to reality and you look over at the door to your office opening slightly. Dorian, your right hand and the âfaceâ of Himitsu, enters quietly. You can tell by the look on his face that the news he brings is not good.Â
âHow many glasses deep are you?â Dorian says before sitting on the edge of your desk. You chuckle softly.
âNot enough Iâm sure.â Dorian smirks, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
âGood news and bad news.â
âJust rip the bandaid off.â You gulp down your third glass of wine and pinch the bridge of your nose, bracing for what Dorian will say next.
âOur latest shipment coming in from Linkon was intercepted. I donât have to tell you by whom.â His voice deepens. âOnychinus is taking bigger risks, attacking a convoy so close to the border.â
âDid we lose everything?â You can feel your stomach flip as your brain has already started crunching the numbers. Not only was money lost, but one of your most important clients was depending on you to get that shipment to them. Disappointing them will be a huge hit. Â
âWell, yes, butâŠâ Dorian canât finish his sentence before you stand up and flip open your golden butterfly knife, dark sapphires inlayed in the handle. You start pacing, flipping the knife in quick circles and slashes. Your nerves were officially shot and so were your chances of retaining that client. Your bare feet shuffled along the carpet.Â
âBoss, do you remember the last time you were angry pacing and practicing your new little hobby?â His teasing tone only made your frustrations grow. You wince at the memory as you glance down at the scar on your knee. You were careless and hadnât held the knife correctly, the slice across your flesh happening so quickly you thought it hadnât happened. You shake your head and glance up at Dorian.
âDo you actually have good news related to Himitsu or are you going to give me some bullshit about a new bakery stall opening at the night market?âÂ
Dorian chuckles. He stands and walks toward you, careful to avoid your hand continuously flipping the butterfly knife. âWe lost a lot today, but gained something that will turn the tide.âÂ
You snap the butterfly knife closed and look at Dorian closely. He might be taller than you by several inches, but your white-hot stare sent the right signal. Dorian sank into the red leather armchair in front of your desk. He raises his hands in surrender.
âItâs a bit of a long story, but Iâll tell you the abridged version.â His typical goofy smile tugging at his lips helped relax your shoulders.Â
âNo, tell me everything.â You grab the wine bottle on your desk, now already half-way empty and sit down in the armchair next to Dorian. You donât bother to use the glass, now abandoned on the desk, you just drink from the bottle as he tells the story.
Himitsu always had a backup plan, and this convoy was no exception. A massive order of damaged protocores coming directly from the UNICORN Division. The deal you made with the disposal company to reroute the truck to the N109 Zone had been in place for nearly 2 years. A backup squad always accompanied the operation. Traveling in the neighborhood parallel to the convoy's route. The route had changed every month to avoid an interception from police or competition. Somehow, Onychinus knew what path they had chosen this month and launched their attack on the truck, backup was only two blocks away and arrived quickly. While the product was taken, a member of the Onychinus team was injured and left behind. Dorian was fortunate enough to be riding with the squad when the attack happened and made the split second decision to keep the man alive. Dorian informed you that your golden opportunity is handcuffed to a chair, ready for an interrogation.Â
You stand up, trying to ignore how dizzy youâd become, and straighten out your fitted dress. âIâm going to talk to them.â Dorian reaches out for your arm to steady you and attempts to pull you back. You lose your balance and he catches you pulling you to his lap. Dorian laughs at your tipsy state and you canât help but join in.Â
âI donât think that is a smart play, boss. Heâs still unconscious. We had to dig a couple bullets out and put a couple staples in his head. Get some rest, talk to him in the morning.â
âFine.âÂ
You stand up slowly. You circle around your desk to pick up your shoes before continuing to your office door still barefoot. You smile to yourself as you leave your office and head to the elevator. You have a piece of the puzzle. This man could give you confirmation about the intel youâve gathered on the leader of Onychinus. And it would offer you the chance to set the trap youâve been dreaming about for the past few weeks. Â
You hit the penthouse button and pace around the elevator until you reach the top floor. You press your thumb to the pad on your door and push it open when the chimes confirming the lock has come undone. You drop your shoes at the door and use your butt to close it behind you. The chime automatically plays to secure the lock. You place the nearly empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter and shuffle to your room. Along the way, you remove your heavy gold chain necklace and golden hoops and tug at the zipper of your dress.Â
You discard the jewelry on your bedside table and let your dress fall to the floor in a heap around your ankles. You donât bother to remove your makeup - one of your many bad habits - and slip into bed in your underwear, relishing the cool feeling of the silken sheets against your warm skin. You usually donât drink that much, but lately, wine has been your closest friend. Besides Dorian. Heâll just have to get used to cleaning up after you for a few more days. This man will be your ticket out of this bloody war. You smile into your pillow, remembering the cage you have prepared for the illusive Onychinus leader.
âSylusâŠâ You mutter into your pillow as you drift off to sleep.Â
Chapter 1: https://shorturl.at/Bx95C Chapter 2: https://shorturl.at/3PwTi Chapter 3: https://shorturl.at/a7xnF Chapter 4: https://shorturl.at/fKYgX
#sylus (love and deepspace)#angst and fluff#slow burn#alternate universe#eventual smut#my first smut#sylus smut#love and deepspace#mafia trope#minor violence
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Alberto Guerra (aka DarĂo from Netflixâs Griselda) had no business being that hot. đ„”
He can make all my billionaire mafia don booktok dreams come true. đ€đ€Ł
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Midnight Rain Ch. 3
Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 2 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings
âItâs nice to meet you Steve,â you shook his hand before furrowing your brows. âSteve RogersâŠ.I know that nameâŠ.did you grow up around here?â you asked before smiling. âIm Y/N Y/L/N ...oh well Y/N Evans nowâŠum, wellâŠ.â you held a confused face before smiling. âIt's complicatedâŠâ he grinned and nodded. âI did, I know your father, we actually grew up together, well kinda, I mean when we were younger we played together.â he smiled. You laughed a little, âYeah, that's right you were scrawny,â he chuckled and nodded, a tint of red covering his cheeks, âsounds like I made an impression on you then.â You smiled and nodded, âYou were pretty nice, how's life been treating you?â you asked as he shrugged, âalright, I uh, broke up with my girlfriend about a year ago, moved back here to start over in a more comfortable setting.â you nodded as he reached into his pocket. âYou should call me sometime, we could go get coffee together, catch up,â he handed you a card.Â
You gently took it, before you could even realize what you were doing or saying you nodded, âYeah, that sounds great actually.â you smiled softly as he grinned. âGreat! Hey, I gotta head out but Iâll talk to you soon yeah?â you nodded âyeah, it was great seeing you,â you smiled as he leant down and pecked your cheek before winking at you and walking away. You watched him go, staring over every inch of him. âWhat the fuck was that?â Brooke asked, causing you to jump and look at her. âBrooke, Jesus you scared meâŠâ you said, taking a breath before she started in. âSo this morning, youâre cuddled up in bed with your husband and now this afternoon youâre getting kissed by men in a store?!â You glared at her. âI grew up with Steve, heâs an old friend.â you walked up tossing your basket into her cart, âand lets not forget what my âhusbandâ did to me. Had he not been out screwing anything with two legs and a pussy, maybe my baby wouldnât have died because my husband would have been there to protect me and her.â you glared at Brooke, something in you this morning had just...clicked back in place. Maybe it was Chris, maybe it was seeing him treating you so delicately, you didnât know, but that mourning and grieving stage was over, youâd officially moved on to the anger stage of your grief.Â
See, thatâs the thing about griefâŠthere's 5 stages to it. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Everyone plays it off as if these 5 stages happen to you in some certain order. Like âoh! Iâve moved on from depression! Now I'm in acceptance.â But for you, that wasnât the case. Your first stage was acceptance. When you woke up in the hospital you accepted what had happened to you and your baby. You knew it was some evil son of a bitch who was probably after Chris and wanted to hurt him. Your first stop would be the Irish, seeing how they wanted to ensure Chris felt some kind of pain for how Tristan was done. Your second stage was depression, you remained depressed for months and even now, you knew you were officially in the anger stage.Â
You turned, walking away from her and heading out of the store toward the car, Brooke watched after you, concern filling her features. What was going on with you? This sudden change in you had her nervous, were you diving off the official deep end?Â
You stood out by the car, pulling your phone out and dialing the number off Steve's card, âHey! Itâs Y/N, I was going to see if you wanted to get coffee tomorrow? If so, just either text or call me and we can set up a time.â you smiled and ended the call leaving him a voicemail. You looked around, watching people walk around the parking lot, coming and going to the store, you sighed. All you had wanted was a normal, simple life. You knew being with a mobster would never, ever, be a normal life, but you had hoped with Chris everything would be different.Â
Brooke came out a few minutes later and began to load the bags into the car. You held your hand out after helping her. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. âWhat?â She asked with a slight attitude. âKeys.â you said, staring at her. âWhat? No, this is my car!â she looked shocked youâd even asked. You however, raised an eyebrow. âIâm sorry, whose car is this?â you asked, narrowing your eyes. Brooke cleared her throat, âSorry it's technically your car, but Iâve been driving it for so long now it just feels like my car, but I think you shouldnât drive yet.â she said as you shook your head. âSorry Brooke, Iâm back, now give me my keys so we can get our asses back to work.â she stared at you nervously as she handed you the keys.Â
Chris sat at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee and wondering what switched in you, suddenly you were ready to get up and go to the store? Bucky had explained that since youâd come back to their apartment you hadnât done anything regarding leaving the house. He wondered if you were feeling more like yourself since the two of you had reconnected on some level. He smiled softly, hoping to hear from you today. Maybe heâd invite you out for dinner one night this week. Heâd have to see when he had a free night, he had several new clubs opening and needed to make an appearance at them.Â
Chris was beginning to have some hope that, maybe one day youâd be back in his arms, living here at home with him again. Youâd be allowed to properly mourn the loss of your child and heâd be there to comfort you, while also mourning himself. He didnât understand who would have done such a horrid thing. He called Anthony and Sebastian, telling them he wanted to meet with them whenever they were free that day. He began planning a security detail to watch over you. He then wanted to start looking into each and every person that had come into contact with the two of you since youâd married him.
Chris smiled to himself, so maybe you didnât want to get divorced after all, maybe now you two would be a family again. He would find who had hurt you, who had hurt your baby, his sweet little girl, and he would make them pay. He would remind the world of who he was, what he was capable of. He would burn the entire world to the ground if that meant you would come back to him. All he wanted was for you to come back home.
You drove around, taking calls, making stops. Brooke was texting Sebastian, telling him every move you were making. âThatâs fine, I can work with that. Tell him I want to meet face to face. I dont give a shit if heâs busy! Iâm trying to find out who murdered my child!â you yelled. âNow text me with the god damn details or your head is next on my fucking platter!â you hung up the phone throwing it in the backseat with anger. âMaybe we should head home now Y/N, Sebastian wants to start on dinner and plus, it was a big day! You got back to your old self, maybe a nice hot bubble bath and a glass of wine? Sounds pretty good huh? And, we can even get into work mode for tomorrow.â Brooke said as you huffed. âRelax Brooke, Iâm not crazy, Iâve just realized it's time to get back to work and get this shit figured out.â you said, glancing at her. Your phone buzzed in the back seat as you headed back toward Brooke and Sebastian's place.Â
Steve had texted you, telling you he was absolutely free to meet for coffee, and he wanted to meet up with you at 11am, which worked out perfect for you because you could get your life back on track. You stood in your bedroom staring at the sight before you. You began packing up boxes, labeling them as donations or keep before moving down the hallway to the door that hadnât been opened in months.Â
You opened the door, revealing the stuffy and slightly dusty light pink nursery; boxes sat unmade against the wall with packing tape and bubble wrap sitting in front of them. You looked at the dresser, the small pink urn sat in the middle. You purse your lips looking around before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, closing the door gently behind you. It was time you started healing, and this was the first step.
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Reading Roses and Champagne and constantly having to endure the enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers to gets shot to enemies to lovers to someone else gets shot to enemies to lovers to- JUST FUCK
#then they finally do and itâs the worst fuck they could possibly do maybe just keep to rubbing dicks lmao#roses and champagne#roses and champagne manhwa#Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev#caesar sergeyev#caesar x lee won#lee won#jung lee won#jung leewon#manhwa#manhwa review#manhwa recap#romance manhwa#mafia trope#mafia romance#mdni
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"My first choice should always be the Famiglia. But you are my first choice, Aria. Iâll burn down the world if I have to. Iâll kill and maim and blackmail. Iâll do anything for you. Maybe love is a risk, but itâs a risk Iâm willing to take and as you said, itâs not a choice. I never thought I would, never thought I could love someone like that, but I fell in love with you. I fought it. Itâs the first battle I didnât mind losing.â ~Luca Vitiello
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What is his name? đđ„
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Tbh I don't give a shit about the mafia trope.
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đAccidentally Kidnapping a Mafia Boss
*part of the reverse tropes series*
Pairing: MafiaBoss!Max Verstappen x UberDriver!Reader Genre: Crack/Humor/Fluff? Summary: Uber seemed like a brilliant plan to get money to buy a new car. However, a mistake has you picking up the wrong passenger. Pretty blue eyes turn dangerous when you notice the gun in his belt.
*this was actually so much fun to write! this is in no way dark whatsoever. it's super funny and the reader is pretty ditzy but it's all in good fun! hope you like it!*
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You hummed to whatever tune was playing on your half-broken radio. Most of the lyrics came out as muffled voices, but you wouldnât have it any other way. Because like the radio, your car was almost dead.Â
Key word being almost.Â
You had bought the car at the beginning of your high school career and refused to give it up. But, your father had finally convinced you to buy a new one. However, buying a new car was expensive, hence why you were driving around town at 7 p.m. on a Friday night trying to find someone who needed an Uber.Â
Your family had mentioned how dangerous it was to drive for the âtaxiâ company, but no one else was hiring at this time.Â
âItâs an easy way to make bank,â you had told your very confused parents.Â
Your hand came up and smacked the top of the dash, causing the radio to spam for a moment before finally, clear voices played out. However, your eyebrows furrowed once you could actually listen to the song.Â
âThis is not my playlist,â you muttered while trying to get your Bluetooth to come back on. Once your fingers reached the dials, your phone lit up with an Uber notification.Â
âFinally.â
You quickly put in the address and drove down the street. Your humming resumed, playlist reaching out through the speaker. You hadnât even glanced at where the location was, or you would have realized that you were going in the wrong direction.Â
When you were supposed to be going further into the town, you were headed for the city. The only place your parents refused to let you drive.Â
It might have to do with the local mafia war that was going on. Something about track limits or whatnot. However, that was not going to stop you from getting paid that night.Â
You finally came to a stop at the corner of what you thought to be Fifth and Main, like your phone said to stop at. The actual corner was Fourth and Main, but you couldnât tell because half of the word âfourthâ was smudged with some type of brown substance.Â
Your shoulders raised in a shrug while your gaze landed back on your phone. At least you were supposed to be picking up a nice older looking lady. Thatâs what your Uber app said anyway. You leaned forward in the driverâs seat, making the entire car squeak. Before you knew it, your fingers had started to tap along to the song that was still playing.Â
The sound of the door opening and slamming shut caught your attention.Â
âDrive!â you heard from behind you.Â
Your entire body turned in the seat as you looked to the back row of your car.Â
That was not a nice looking old lady.Â
The man that now resided on the back road had a mean glare as his eyebrows cocked. Sea blue eyes met your own as the man leaned forward and pointed out the window.Â
âI said drive, letâs go!â the accented voice yelled. Â
If you had taken a moment to actually look at the man, you would have noticed his roughed up suit, along with the bright red splatters along his white dress shirt. And on his belt line, a gun seemed to be tucked.Â
But you hadnât noticed.Â
âYes sir!â you cheerfully said, putting the car into drive. A loud boom sounded outside the car, but your radio had decided to turn up full blast, masking the sound. Your car squeaked as it started to move away from the corner and farther along the road.Â
The man in the back seat seemed agitated, but slowly relaxed the farther away you got on the highway. He had leaned back against the window and rubbed his eyes. You wanted to keep glancing back at him, but you needed to drive. When you noticed that the Uber app had not updated with his next location, you gathered the courage to speak. However, he beat you to it.Â
âIs this your first time?âÂ
You sheepishly grinned back at him. âYes, sir. Sorry, is it that noticeable?âÂ
A grunt escaped his lips.Â
âThe damn Get Away Car sticker on the back is not very inconspicuous. You need to get rid of it.âÂ
âOh! So you donât like Taylor Swift that much?âÂ
The man glared at you through the rearview mirror, before he shut his eyes. His hand waved at you through the gap between the front seats.Â
âJust donât miss the exit.âÂ
âSir, youâll need to put in your location first.âÂ
His eyes shot open. âI guess this is your first day. How did you ever get through training?âÂ
You glanced back. âTraining? It was all online?âÂ
A huff only answered as he reached for what you hoped was a phone in his pocket.Â
âIâll have to let Lando know that online training will not work.âÂ
You let out a nervous giggle, noting that there was no âLandoâ in the Uber training video. But, once again, the money promised kept you going down the highway. You kept glancing at your phone, hoping that the guy would just put his address in. Now you were getting annoyed.
âSir, I really need the address or Iâll have to make you get out.âÂ
A click near your ear made you freeze.Â
âWho do you think you are? Giving orders to de Leeuw.âÂ
You had definitely picked up the wrong person. You wanted to start explaining yourself, but the gun near your head made the words die out in your throat. You could feel his breath on your ear as he spoke. This would be hot, if you werenât scared to lose your life.Â
âNow, youâre going to tell me who you are and why you donât know where the right exit is. Are you working for Hamilton? Vettel? Alonso?âÂ
You were so caught up in not wanting to die that you missed the car in front of you slamming on your breaks. You were thankful for your fast reflexes as your foot pressed down on the left pedal, making your car lurch to a halt. A thump on the back of your seat had you reeling around to see what had happened to the blond man.Â
You were surprised to see him now sprawled on the back seats, eyes closed and gun now on the floor. Your hands were shaking as you were now able to take a random exit. When you got to a random parking lot, your head hit the steering wheel.Â
âI have de Leeuw in my back seat.âÂ
Your breathing started to grow ragged.Â
âI have  de Leeuw in my back seat!âÂ
You were now panicking.Â
âI HAVE AN FUCKING UNCONSCIOUS MAFIA BOSS IN MY BACK SEAT!âÂ
Charlesâs eyebrows furrowed as he watched Maxâs tracker come to a stop in a parking lot. The Dutchman was supposed to come back right away after a swift deal with Gasly on the other side of town. But, Charlesâs heart had dropped when the car, that Max was supposedly in, turned at an exit too soon. He took off his headset and rolled his chair over a bit.Â
âLando, who was picking Max up today after the deal? Was it Carlos?âÂ
The curly-haired Briton spun in his seat to look at his fellow mafia worker.Â
âUh, Carlos called in sick. I thought it was Oscarâs turn?âÂ
Something felt weird in Charlesâs stomach.Â
âNo, Oscar is on that mission? Daniel was then after Oscar.âÂ
Landoâs eyes widened with fear. âDaniel is out of the country.âÂ
The Monegasque turned back to his computer screen. All vitals for Max were still good, but he had yet to leave the location. His finger pointed and pressed against the screen.Â
âThen . . . who has Max?âÂ
Back in the parking lot, you had gotten out of the car and were currently rocking back and forth in the fetal position.Â
âThis is not happening. Why did this happen to me? I only needed some money. Why did I get stuck with a mafia boss. I want to live. I need to get back home to my plant and cat.âÂ
Last time you checked, de Leeuw was still out cold. You had taken the gun just in case he woke up in a panic and started to shoot at stuff. That would not end well for you. You grabbed your phone and pushed a button.Â
âYes? Hi? Hello, I am calling about what to do if I picked up the wrong passenger. Uh-huh. Yes. I didnât have his address. Well, no. Heâs unconscious. I canât call the police, he probably owns them. What? Ok. No? The hospital is under the law as well? Yep. I canât just take him back! No, wait. Donât hang up. Uhg.âÂ
So much for customer service.Â
You stuffed your phone back into your pocket. Your feet took you over to your car, and you opened the back seat. The blond man was still looked like he was asleep. Your face got closer to his.Â
Hm. Up close he was quite handsome. The freckle on his lip really added bonus points. You were so engrossed with the small dot that you missed the twitch of his eyes under his eyelids. When you looked back up, your eyes met blue, which made you shriek and fall back on your butt.Â
Max was a bit out of it when he was trying to wake up. What he wasnât expecting was a face to be so close to his when his eyes finally opened. He would laugh if he had the strength as he watched you fall onto the concrete. His hand immediately went to his belt, but his heart dropped when he didnât feel his gun.Â
âLooking for this?â you asked, gun outstretched at the man in your back seat. Maxâs eyes widened at the gun pointed to his head. It took all of his strength to put his hands up.Â
âYou donât want to do this,â is the first calm thing that the man said to you. You, however, kept the gun pointed directly at him.Â
âYouâre right, I donât. But I canât have you freak out on me and shoot my face. Who would take care of my cat back home? My cousin Lan could, but he kills everything.âÂ
Max registered the slight hitch in your voice. While his hands were still up, he took a moment to look around the parking lot. In the depths of his mind, he was hoping that Lando or at least Charles were on their way to come get him. Yet, his heart rate rose as he saw a few familiar things surrounding him.Â
He turned back to you. âOk, you need to listen to me. We are in Rosberg territory right now. And heâs not going to like us on his property. So, you need to give me the gun and get back into the car.âÂ
Your eyes flickered around, and caught some movement to the left and then to the right. You slowly inched the gun down as you walked closer. When you were right in front of the Dutchman, you quickly handed him the gun as you rounded the car to the drivers seat.Â
Max quickly reloaded the unloaded gun with a smirk on his face. You couldnât have shot him if you tried. It took a bit for him to do it, but when the magazine fit back in the gun, he was wondering why you hadnât taken off yet.Â
âWe have to go, now,â he said sternly.Â
You turned around. âBut I need to find a good get-away-song.âÂ
Max could count the pout on your lips as adorable, if it werenât for the fact that Rosbergâs men were quickly making their way to the car.Â
âYouâre going to have to pick a good funeral song if you donât hit the gas pedal.âÂ
âAha!âÂ
The music blared out of the broken speaker as you finally put the car into drive. You heard metal hit metal and prayed that you still could trade your car out for another (even with a few bullet holes).Â
Max had pressed himself up against the back seat, gun cocked and ready.Â
âYou better not shoot out my back window. I have to trade this car for a new one.âÂ
Max muttered, âYou wonât trade anything if youâre dead.âÂ
âI heard that!âÂ
The mafia boss ignored you as he kept watch. When a few cars started to gain, thatâs when he leaned back and aimed the gun, firing shots through your back windshield, shattering the glass.Â
âDo you listen to anyone? Or is my voice just static in your brain?â you asked as you swerved onto the highway. When Max didnât answer, you huffed. You steadily drove your car down the big roads as Max tried his best to keep the cars at bay.Â
âHow far am I driving?âÂ
Max grunted as he ducked from a bullet. âJust until exit 7. Thatâs my track.âÂ
You wanted to hit your head on the steering wheel once again. âYouâre telling me that if I just kept driving, I wouldnât be in this situation?âÂ
When he didnât answer, you swerved a bit to knock him off balance. Your chuckles hit Maxâs ear, pissing him off even more.Â
âAnd to think, I was going to replace this utter junk if you made it out alive.âÂ
âWeâre not done yet mister.âÂ
There was still a bit of road to go, and you were hoping that Max would try to shoot out one of their tyres, instead of trying to shoot at their drivers. He was about reload when he heard a clicking sound. Max really wanted to through himself out the door.Â
âIs your blinker seriously on right now?âÂ
Your fully turned around to glare.Â
âYes.âÂ
You jerked the wheel as you got onto exit 7, making the cars behind slowly back away and continue on the highway. You wiggled in your seat as you did a little celebration. When some familiar houses came into sight, you gasped.Â
âMy cousin lives around here!âÂ
Max was out of breath as he was flabbergasted by your upbeat spirit. âCousin?âÂ
âYeah! He has this like high tech job and stuff. I come over to swim in the summer.âÂ
He had no words as you pulled up to a familiar house. You scrambled out the door and fell face flat on the asphalt.Â
âSweet mother, thank you, thank you.âÂ
You could kiss the ground, but that would be super unsanitary. When the garage creaked, you quickly got up and scrambled behind Max, who raised his gun out of instinct. However, he wanted to laugh when he saw his two best friends in full oversized gear.Â
The two friends froze at the sight of their boss and, well, Landoâs cousin.Â
âY/n?â the Briton questioned, pulling the visor on the oversized helmet up.Â
Your sprung in your place.Â
âLando!âÂ
âMax?âÂ
âCharles?â
Lando squinted at you.Â
âY/n?âÂ
A nervous giggle escaped your lips.Â
âLando?âÂ
The curly-haired man rushed at you, making you dodge around Max. Which, that resulted in Lando chasing you around the yard.Â
âYou kidnapped my friend?âÂ
âWhy are you friends with de Leeuw and apparently Il Predestinato? Iâm telling Aunt Cisca!â
âNot if I tell your mum that you Ubered in the city!âÂ
Max and Charles watched as the two of you ran after each other, hurling insults and threats. The two jumped when they heard a loud creak behind them and then a crash. When they looked, your car was down to the ground, wheels askew.Â
âMy car! De Leeuw, youâre paying for that!â Â
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bestie um excuse me ma'am đ€š what happened to bessie? đ
uber_y/n someone (not saying any names [max] ) SHATTERED HER BACK WINDOW
max_v I hope you like bessie 2.0 schatje
uber_y/n I dooooooo(not)
max_v woman đ
land0 you just had to go for my cousin đđđ
uber_y/n he was very charismatic, unlike you noRIZZ đ«”đ
sharl_lec pls, for the love of everything good in this world, quit uber
uber_y/n NOPE on my way to pick up someone named...lewis?
max_v oh no
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Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:
I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these đ€Ł
#writing prompts#reverse trope writing prompts#fic prompts#the accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss one has sparked something in my brain and mixed with a couple others on this list#and i'm deeply concerned i may have yet *another* dpxdc fic brewing now đ
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So, its Feb/25
Hmm...I feel like a lost and found kitten. But just writing this for myself to read. But well, nothing special happened on this day, not that I was totally expecting to maybe meet someone, you know a handsome tall, super hot-looking mafia boss like one of those WATTPADS!! I am telling you, they are causing me to set my standard so high that it surpasses all of NASA's Telescope.
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Power Couple
CHAPTER 5 - Rooftop Parley
Concept: AU of how Sylus & you (reader) met. Both are leaders of large factions in the N109 Zone, Onychinus (Sylus) and Himitsu (you). They have been cutting into your territory over the past few weeks, so you decided an introduction is required. You laid the trap and Sylus walked right into it. But this is just the beginning...
Your head pounds as you finally wake up. You remember feeling like you were floating before everything went dark. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp. The sky above you is shining with millions of stars. The dark blue and purple swirls come into focus before the city lights bleed into the darkness in your peripherals. You sit up quickly, grabbing your head. You feel a hand at your back and feel your senses snap to attention.
âEasy kittenâŠâ Sylusâ voice is low and calm.
You finally take in your surroundings. Youâre on a rooftop, plush patio furniture surrounds you. Twinkling lights hanging from the metal fencing. A small garden sits to the right and a fire pit to the left. It looks like a suburban backyard, but you know you have to be on one of the highest roofs in the zone to see the stars clearly. You finally swing your legs off the couch you were laid on to face Sylus sitting on the coffee table in front of you.Â
âWhere the hell did you take me?â Trying to control the panic in your voice unsuccessfully.
âWhite & Co.â You remember the name. White & Co is owned by Raymond White, a prominent lawyer and businessman in the zone. It makes sense why he was so quick to turn you down for a partnership, he was already associated with Onychinus.
You sit back and cross your legs, attempting to look confident. Youâre not dead, so thatâs a good sign. But you are not sure what Sylusâ motive is. And you donât want to let your guard down.
Sylus walks over to a chair opposite you and sits, mirroring you as he crosses his legs. His eyes scan your face and soften when he reaches your lips. Youâre not sure if he meant for you to see him do this or if he even cares. You smirk regardless and cross your arms. It takes you a moment to realize you are wearing a coat that is not yours. You glance down and see the familiar red swirl against the black fabric. It is far too big for you, but the night air is chilly and youâre on a rooftop. You look up to see Sylus is now wearing a smirk as well.
âWhatâs your angle?â You finally find the courage to face the problem at hand, leaning forward.
âMy angle?â Sylus feigns ignorance.Â
âI lock you in a cage, somehow you break yourself out - which I am still confused about because the design is foolproof - and now I am the one kidnapped by you and we are⊠sitting on a cozy little rooftop with a garden and fire pit. What is your angle Sylus?â The words spill out of your mouth quickly as frustration and fear start to take over.Â
âI thought weâd try this whole introduction again. And this time, no cages or collars. But if it puts you at ease, I am happy to put the collar back on?â Heâs already teasing you.Â
âFine.â You sit up straight, clear your throat and glide your hand in front of your face dramatically putting on a confident smile before reaching out your hand to Sylus. âHi! Iâm Y/N.â
Sylus chuckles, but he matches your energy. He sits forward, his elbows on his knees, he stares at you for a moment before extending his hand to you. âSylus. Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.â
His palm is cool to the touch and you hope he doesnât notice how your hand shakes slightly when he doesnât let go of your hand. You feel a sense of peace, almost a warmth spreading from his touch. Are you resonating with him? Before you can figure it out, he lets go of your hand. And try your best not to dwell on that feeling, disappointment.Â
âIâm impressed. The only intel I could get on the Himitsu boss is the name Dorian and his reputation is not impressive.â
âWell, the only intel I could gather on you is that you collect guns. Oh and that your name alone makes people paranoid.â
âSo why do you hide behind Dorian? Why be his puppet-master when you could take center stage?â You canât tell if his eyes are glowing from the moonlight or from something⊠else.
âItâs simple really. Iâm a woman. No one would take me seriously. They take Dorian seriously.â
âI take you seriously.â His smirk is gone, his tone serious. You avoid his gaze now.
âI like the shadows. They keep me safe.â You lean back, letting the umbrella above you to block the moonlight from your face.Â
âNot always, kitten.â The umbrella is pushed back suddenly. When you look back, the familiar black and red mist is retreating from its base. You turn back to Sylus, his eyes full of mirth.
âWhy donât you tell me about your evol? Iâve never seen anything quite like it. Must be rare.â
âThatâs one word for it. Letâs call it⊠a kind of energy. Keeps things simple.â His smile doesnât hide the hint of sadness in his eyes.
âOkay. Well, your energy isnât affected by suppression beacons. Seems like it might not be an evol at all.â Sylus stands and moves closer to you. He sits on the coffee table once again and lifts his hand.Â
âResonate with me. Maybe youâll have your answer.â Thereâs no smile, no sadness, no fear. The next move is yours.
âHow do you know I have the resonance evol?â Your evol has never fit in one category. Itâs also never been stable or dependable. Sylus doesnât answer. His hand remains in front of you.
You take a breath and lift your hand to meet his. Your hands touch, he laces your fingers together and you feel that warmth once more. Sylus closes his eyes while yours remains fixed to his face. Sylus rotates his wrist, pulling your hand closer to his chest. The movement takes you by surprise, your other hand finds itself on Sylusâ knee in an attempt to prevent falling forward. He opens his eyes to glance at your hand on his knee, but says nothing. And you donât move your hand. When his eyes meet yours again, you feel as though you are lost. Or maybe floating? Even though you feel weightless, you still feel a pull. Something magnetic. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears and it feels as though you are trying to breathe underwater. You finally close your eyes, your senses overwhelmed. And then⊠Sylus releases your hand. Your eyes open quickly and you realize just how close you are to him.
âI⊠What was that? Iâve resonated with plenty of people before, but it wasnât like that.â Youâre breathless and frustrated. The experience didnât make any sense to you. What does it all mean?
âMaybe that means weâre unique.âÂ
âYou make it sound special.âÂ
âIt is.â Sylusâ voice is still serious, his gaze still locked on you.
âWhy?â You whisper.
âSeems like everything about you is special, kitten. Not just your evol.â His smirk has returned, but you can tell he isnât joking when he says that.Â
You realize your hand is still on his knee. His thumb gently strokes your hand, you didnât expect it to make you feel so calm. You know you should pull your hands back, but you indulge yourself another minute of closeness.
âWhat do you want, Sylus?â You repeat your earlier question, your tone much less defensive.Â
âIâm looking for a protocore. It doesnât appear special, so itâs often discarded.â
âWhich is why youâve been attacking my transports.â Finally, the puzzle pieces make sense.Â
âSeems your clients are fiercely loyal to you. Or theyâre just afraid of what youâll do if they break their contract.âÂ
âYou havenât found what youâre looking for.â Sylus raises an eyebrow. âYou wouldnât have attacked the transport yesterday if you had.âÂ
âNo, I havenât found it. Itâs possible thereâs another buyer.â
âAhh, so youâre planning to sell it? Youâre looking for a diamond amongst countless discarded protocores?âÂ
âNo sweetie, I am the buyer.âÂ
âSo youâre looking for a rare protocore and I am the only one with access to mass quantities of discarded protocores from the city. Interesting.â
âHow about we make a deal? That way I donât have to keep coming after your shipments and making things⊠tense, with your clients.â He closes his fingers around your hand, his thumb still stroking your palm.Â
Youâre about to make a deal and youâre holding hands with a potential business partner. This is definitely unprofessional. Not that you care.
âWhat do you propose then?â
âWe split the zone, straight down the middle. I control the industrial zone and the docks. You control the business sector and all roads connecting to the outer cities. But there is one place that is neutral. You bring your shipment there, I do my search and then itâs on the way to its original destination.â
You let your gaze fall to your hand, gently being caressed by Sylus. Your mind is working overtime to stay focused. Sylus places his other hand on your wrist. He traces small circles on your skin, one of his fingers pressed to feel your pulse. Youâve used this trick yourself. You donât pull away. If he wants to play, youâll play.
Sylus continues. âYou help me find the protocore and Onychinus stops pursuing business in your territory. Himitsu returns the favor. Itâs a fair deal.â
âSo I just help you find this mysterious protocore and all I get is peace and what sounds like âpermissionâ to continue controlling the territory Iâve held for years? You call that fair?â You place your free hand on top of his and drag your nails gently down his fingers. You see goosebumps rise on his skin. The game is on.
âWhat if I told you the protocore I am looking for could answer some of those questions you had before? When we tried to resonate?â You tilt your head and continue grazing his hand lightly.
âWould I even have access to this protocore once you find it? How can I guarantee you wonât disappear?âÂ
âI wonât disappear.â Sylus answers quickly. He is leaning closer to you now, demanding your attention. âAnd yes, youâd have access.â While this isnât concrete, for some reason, you believe him.
âWhere would this neutral zone be?â The deal is good, for now. Once Himitsu is ready to expand it might prove to be a problem, but after the past few weeks that wonât be for a while.Â
âI have a house. The property lines sit perfectly between our territories. It also has an underground garage, perfect for a secure search.â
âOkay. So how do we make it official?âÂ
âWe shake on it.â He turns your hand, waiting for you to initiate the shake. You comply. The deal is done. He doesnât let go of your hand. âOh and one more thingâŠâ
âNo no no, you canât add something to the deal once weâve already shaken on it.â
âDinner.â One word, but you look as if he spoke a different language.Â
âW-what?â You stutter.
âDinner. We meet at the house, I complete the search but before we split ways, we have dinner.â
You stare at him and search your brain for any reason to say no, but come up short. Why not?Â
âFine.â He is the one to shake your hand now. He releases your hand and stands, turning to face the low humming light of the zone beneath you.
âSaturday the 20th. Would 5pm work?â You wrap your arms around yourself, pulling Sylusâ coat around you further.
âIt works.âÂ
âIâll send you the address and give you a call the day before. My number is in the burner phone. Check the pocket of my jacket.â You reach your hand in and pull out the phone. You open the contacts and see one. You press the call button. A phone rings near you. Sylus pulls a phone out of his pocket and shows you the screen.Â
âKitten? Really?â You try to mask your amusement but it doesnât work. You let out a small laugh.
âDo you prefer âkittenâ or âsweetieâ?â He moves to stand in front of you now.
âHow about just my name?â You take a step forward.
âY/N.â He says in a low rumble. He takes a step forward as well. Your breath catches, he said it that way on purpose.
Before you can think what may happen next you hear a loud CAW and a black crow swoops down and lands on Sylusâ shoulder. You stare at the creature. It has mechanical features and glowing eyes. You blink rapidly, yeah, the bird is definitely staring at you.Â
âThis is Mephisto.â The bird responds with another loud CAW. Sylus shushes the bird. âHe said hello.â You squint at the bird.Â
âRight. Sounded like it.â And then it dawns on you. âHeâs how you knew which route the convoy was taking? And reported you being taken?â Sylus smiles.
âIâll talk to you soon, kitten.â He turns and walks to the elevator doors. âYou can return my jacket when I see you next.â Throwing a small smile over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.
What have you gotten yourself into?
Chapter 1: https://shorturl.at/Bx95C Chapter 2: https://shorturl.at/3PwTi Chapter 3: https://shorturl.at/a7xnF Chapter 4: https://shorturl.at/fKYgX Chapter 5: https://shorturl.at/7YtTh
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Accidentally Kidnapping A Mafia Boss (Yoon Jeonghan)
Reverse Trope Series Installment 2
Pairing - Yoon Jeonghan x afab!reader
Word Count - 70K 29K (please congratulate me, cutting down was the hardest thing I've ever done)
Genre - Strangers to something more I guess? Minimal crack (I had to choose between humour and sexual tension - it was painful, like choosing a favourite child), angst (just a small splash) and smut (loads of it, warnings under the cut)
Warnings - mentions of kidnapping and mafia, one scene where hands are thrown (But just to be clear, this is not like your usual mafia fics - itâs not dark or violent), mention of dub-con in OC's past
A/n -Those who are up to date with the teasers can jump directly for day 1 I guess! Anyways, this fic should have been a whole ass series, it was such a task finishing it in under 30K phew. I hope you enjoy this roller coaster - your comments, reblogs and tags are all very very appreciated! I shall put out an announcement when the next Reverse Trope installment is coming - for now, its time for Camp Seventeen!
Smut warnings - there's a bunch of call girls, masturbation-almost?, voyeurism, multiple smut scenes (3 or 4 idk), exhibitionism (nobody saw them though), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, unprotected sex (please don't be stupid like them), multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), okay I hope we're done
"You're being a real pain in my ass right now." "I don't see how itâs an issue since thatâs not much of an ass." Seokmin glared at Seungkwan. "Just because some stupid college club awarded you a silly superlative-" "-best bakery in town is not a âsillyâ superlative-" "-like once-" "-twice. In a row-" "-doesn't mean-" "-absolutely does-" "Will you two shut up?" You hissed under your breath looking around. "Are you trying to get us all caught?" Seungkwan clicked his tongue annoyed. "You're acting like we're in the middle of a crime." Your eyes flickered from Seokmin to Seungkwan before landing on the third guy in between them, the one who was unconscious and being held up with his arms thrown over the shoulders of his friends. "Last I checked, kidnapping is a crime." You pointed out. Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Prank-ing your friend isn't." "That is if Soonyoung decides he wants to save your sorry ass." "Again, not much of an ass-" "I swear to god Kwan-" Groaning you covered your ears to shut out all the bickering. That night when drunk Soonyoung had pushed your buttons, consequently leading to the events of tonight, you did not think it would be this hard.Â
The plan was simple - on Mondays, Soonyoung was in charge of closing the BBQ shop where all 3 of your closest friends worked. His routine was fairly straightforward - first he clears and cleans all the tables, then he closes the kitchen, then changes out of his uniform and finally wraps it up by locking the main door. That's where you would get him, right as he closed the doors. You were to take him by surprise from the back, cover his face with a black cloth bag, bring him to your apartment and tie him up leaving him immobile, blinded and helpless. One might wonder why such cruelty when you called him a friend but you would argue that Soonyoung deserved it. After all, last night he hadn't stopped mentioning how boring you were and how your life was so uninteresting and how you didn't have a single exciting adventure while he had a shit ton of them. Well, today you were about to give yourself, and him, a story to tell.
Now things did go according to plan, for the most part. Seokmin and Seungkwan were first reluctant to be a part of this madness but that was until you brought up the prospect of Soonyoung being scared enough to hopefully piss in his pants. Intrigued by the idea, they joined and all three of you waited in the bushes, watching your friend's silhouette moving around the shop, putting things away, cleaning up. Just as he reappeared after changing, hurriedly trying to leave the shop, the three of you got to action, approaching him silently from the back, swiftly holding him by the hands and putting the bag over his face. What you didn't take into account in this plan was just how much resistance Soonyoung would show, God knows why you didn't consider his adrenaline driven reaction, but man did he put up a fight. It was only natural you retaliate and so instinctively, you landed a smack on his head with the torch in your hand knocking him out, making him buckle into the pavement as the two other boys caught him, looking at you bewildered. That was perhaps just the beginning of your problems because now you had to very un-suspiciously drag a very unconscious man to your apartment in the dead of the night. It would have helped if this neighbourhood was even a little sketchy but being a quiet, painfully uneventful suburb meant even the smallest of things was seen with high scrutiny. So far, the three of you had somehow managed to make it from the restaurant to your building undetected but it was getting from the first floor to your house that was the real task since the building's resident old woman decided she wanted to feed the stray cats at 2 am.Â
"How much longer are we gonna have to do this?" Seungkwan groaned. "He's surprisingly not that heavy but my arm is starting to sleep." "Yeah, this joke isn't as funny anymore-" "Will you two just keep quiet?" You turned to them annoyed. "She'll be gone in a few minutes and then we can move. Didn't you two say you wanted Soonyoung to shut up for a few days?â Seokmin mumbled a yes under his breath while Seungkwan nodded hesitating. Hoping for some silence after this, you turned to watch the old woman stroking the cat softly as it slowly nibbled its food. Although your patience was really being tested, something told you if you didn't go through this plan, in another 40 years, you'd be exactly like that old lady - lonely, boring and feeding stray cats. Terrified by that thought, you held it together even though it took a whole 15 minutes for the scene to clear. As the three, no four of you, proceeded towards your apartment, the stray cat watched, licking its paw.Â
Seungkwan and Seokmin groaned in relief as they half threw Soonyoung onto the chair you pulled to the middle, rubbing their aching shoulders. Scouring the drawers, you pulled out a rope with a soft âahaâ making them turn towards your unnaturally happy self. Soonyoung stirred in his chair. âYou're a little too excited about this-â âShhh!â You covered Seokmin's mouth with your hand, whispering. âIf you talk, he'll know it's us, then it's not scary anymore.â âFrankly, I think the kidnapping and knocking him out cold must have been scary enough already.â âNot enoughâ You glared as Soonyoung let out a soft groan, letting you know he was coming around. âQuick, take out your phone and open one of those AI apps. We'll type what we want to say and use the bot voice - that way he'll have no idea.â All three of you huddled, glancing at the phone as Seungkwan typed something quickly, pressing play to let the low toned automated voice echo through the room. âI cannot wait to see Soonyoung shit his pants.â Seokmin giggled as your lips curled into a pleased smile. Oh, he was surely going to shit his pants. âAnd why would I do that?â Soonyoung's voice sounded confused. âBecause we-â Seokmin looked up, freezing mid-sentence, noticing the voice did not come from the person before him. All three of you exchanged looks realising the same before slowly turning around. Soonyoung was standing at the entrance like he just walked in, looking bewildered. Before any of you could process the situation, he pointed over your shoulders, frowning.
âAnd who's that?â
Oh.Â
âAnd why is he wearing my clothes?âÂ
Oh no.
You turned back to see the man in question, slowly pull the black bag from over his head, shaking his golden tresses away from his face. Oh lord was he gorgeous. As he blinked his eyes open, wondering where the hell he was, you were busy running your eyes all over his pretty features and suddenly, in that short span of 20 seconds, you had memorised where every single mole on his face was. Seokmin and Seungkwan meanwhile, held your arms on either side half hiding behind you which was stupid considering you were the biggest coward in the room. But somehow, as the man before you looked at all of you with narrowed, accusing eyes and tried to stand up, you swung your arm and smacked him right on the head with the torch again. All three boys gawked at you as the man fell back into the chair again, head rolling to the side, unconscious. âWhat the hell mate-â âI'm sorry I panicked!â âWill someone tell me what's happening? Why is he wearing my clothes-â âShut up Soonyoung.â Seungkwan turned to you looking terrified. âDo you have any idea what you've done?â âHey, this can't be just on me, we all thought it was Soonyoung-â âMe???â â-how is this only my fault-â âBecause!â Seungkwan raised his voice pointing a shaking finger. âThe man you just knocked out again, that'sâŠthat'sâŠ.â âThat'sâŠâ Seokmin's eyes widened in realisation. âThat's the cityâs most infamous mafia boss, Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âThey aren't picking up.â You sighed, pacing around the room. âWhy aren't they picking up??âÂ
All three boys who were perched on the breakfast bar shrugged, continuing to munch on their chocolate bars.
âYâall are awfully calm considering the mess weâve landed in.âÂ
âThe mess you landed us in.â Soonyoung, who had been filled about the situation, pointed out, licking his fingers. âIf you hadnât tried to pull that terrible prank on me-âÂ
âOkay Kwon, I donât need this right now.â You rolled your eyes and Soonyoung made a mocking face before returning to his snack. Sighing, you dialed the number again, hoping for a response at least this time.Â
âVoicemail. Again!â You squeezed your phone, nearly throwing it across the room, half screaming in frustration. The boys hissed, signaling you to shut up as you bit your tongue and turned towards the elephant in the room.Â
Well, not a literal elephant, he was barely one sixteenth its size, the figurative elephant, Yoon Jeonghan.Â
He still sat, unconscious and beautiful as ever, only his hands were now tied behind the chair, securing him in place. Seokmin insisted it was necessary considering this would be his second time attempting to try and escape. When you had expressed your confusion, Seungkwan pulled out his phone, flipped through his gallery and showed you a picture he had clicked in the city a few days ago - a poster with Jeonghanâs face on it, a text on the bottom.Â
Dangerous criminal Yoon Jeonghan escaped from prison on the 15th of August. Please be cautious and if seen, call the number below. A reward of 20,000 dollars is offered for any incriminating information.Â
The moment all of you finished reading, it was like a switch flipped.Â
Soonyoung immediately secured Jeonghan's hands, Seokmin darkened the room, turning off all the lights and Seungkwan shut all the curtains, shoving his phone into your hands. You though, just stood frozen, watching all of them getting to work, unable to comprehend the situation. It was only when Seungkwan shook you physically telling you to call that number that you finally came to your senses, quickly dialing it.Â
Since then, it had been over an hour and you had called almost 48 times unsuccessfully, much to your frustration but not so much to the boys. They simply continued to raid your snack drawer, chattering away in hushed whispers. You on the other hand wanted to pull your hair out.Â
âWhy do you look so distressed hon?â Soonyoung looked at you, worried.
âWhy?â You raised your eyebrows. âWhy?? Can you not see why? Do you not understand how risky it is keeping him here-â You shot the unconscious man a glance, whispering. âWhat if he wakes up?âÂ
âThen you knock him out again.â Seungkwan chuckled. âThis is not a joke you guys.â You tried to be heard above all the reenacting and laughing. âI get that the 20k offer looks enticing but should we take a risk this big-âÂ
âYou think this is about the money?â Seokmin looked at you almost offended. âHeâs a criminal Y/n, handing him over to the cops is doing whatâs right! Thatâs our duty as responsible citizens-âÂ
âWell this canât be the only way to go about it? Iâm sure there are other ways-âÂ
âLike what?â Seungkwan frowned curiously.Â
âI donât know.â You bit your lower lip, turning to Jeonghan, hands shaking nervously. âWe could go out there and find a cop-âÂ
âWhen was the last time you even saw a cop in this vicinity?â Soonyoung raised an amused eyebrow.
âFine, then weâll take him to the nearest police station?âÂ
âThatâs almost twenty five miles from here.â Soonyoung pointed out. âWhat if on the way he becomes un-unconscious-âÂ
âConscious.âÂ
â-then wouldnât we be in more danger?âÂ
Sighing, you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. âOh god, how did we get ourselves stuck in a situation this terrible-.âÂ
âOh come on, it's not so bad.â Seungkwan clicked his tongue. âIt's not like we're committing a crime, in fact we are doing the complete opposite of it, you should be proud of us.âÂ
âI prefer my sanity over pride please, thank you.âÂ
Soonyoung clapped his hand. âSo let's get you your vanity back-â Â
âSanity.âÂ
â-the more we try to call that number, the sooner we manage to contact the cops and before you know it, he'll be gone and all of this will be over.â
Sighing, you handed the phone to him, gesturing that he try now, sick of hearing the voicemail message over and over again. No sooner after he reached for it, a loud ringtone began echoing in the room making all of you jump cause a. it was really loud and b. it was not coming from this phoneâŠ..
All four of you exchanged looks turning to the source of the sound - the pocket on the inside of Jeonghanâs jacket.Â
Noticing how Jeonghan was starting to slightly stir, Seungkwan quickly moved closer to him, pulling out his phone, fingers moving swiftly to mute. As it continued to vibrate in his hand, the rest of you gathered around, looking at the screen over his shoulder - Assistant 1, annoying, do not pick up. But before any of you had to make the executive decision whether or not to lift the phone, thank god for the timing, the call ended, allowing you all to take a sigh of relief.Â
Trying to catch your breath again, just as you almost moved back to your original position, it rang again, somehow even more loudly this time and like an idiot in his hurry, Seungkwan accidentally lifted the call, making you gasp and almost scream.Â
âNo, donât-âÂ
âBoss.â Though it was barely audible, he sounded exasperated. âPlease tell me youâre not with a girl.âÂ
As Seungkwan put the call on speaker, the boys looked at you, signaling you to talk. Looking lost, you stuttered. âI uhâŠyes, heâs with me.âÂ
âOf course he is.â His voice boomed in the room. âI need to talk to him.âÂ
You hesitated, looking at Jeonghan still sitting slumped. âIâm afraid he canât come to the phone right now.âÂ
âAnd why not?âÂ
âCause heâs tied up?â You shook your head fast, when your friends looked at you wide eyed - now was not the time for truths??? âI mean heâs tied up with some work-âÂ
âOh please, thereâs no need to cover up.â The man sounded amused. âI always had a feeling that this was one of his kinks.âÂ
You looked at the screen mortified. Did he just say kinks? âIâm sorry what???âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry youâre stuck with that sadist of a man. If youâre free after youâre done with him, I assure you, I could show you a much better time.âÂ
Gasping inaudibly, you felt the heat in your cheeks rising. âIâm not aâŠ. no, god no. Heâs tied up as in, unconscious and tied up. Kidnapped, unconscious and tied up.âÂ
The boysâ jaws dropped in disbelief. What the hell were you blabbering?Â
âDid you just say you kidnapped him?âÂ
Hands shivering you tried to shove the phone into someone else's hands, only for all of them to quite literally run away.Â
âWoman, Iâm asking you something. Did you just say you kidnapped Jeonghan? The Yoon Jeonghan?â He paused, as you moved, standing in front of the man in question, watching him carefully. âDo you even know who he is?âÂ
âIâŠ.yes.â You sighed, sweat rolling down your forehead. âYes I know who he is and look, it's a long story that I canât explain right now and Iâm sorry you had to find out this way but Iâm calling the cops and handing him over tonight.â
âYou called me to tell me that you were handing him to the cops?âÂ
âActually you called-â Â
âAnd for what? That measly twenty k?â He scoffed. âI know what youâre doing here - Iâll give you thirty in exchange for him.âÂ
And suddenly, all the boys were around the phone.Â
âNo thank you.â You shook your head. âThis isnât about the money, itâs about doing the right thing and that is to hand him over-âÂ
âWow youâre really playing that card?â He sighed. âFine, Iâll give you fifty.âÂ
At this point, Seungkwan lunged for his phone, narrowly missing it as you swiftly moved your hand away, surprised.Â
âSeventy five?âÂ
Seokmin tried to reach for it too, but you were too quick for him too, moving away, looking at them incredulously. What the hell were they doing now?Â
âFinal offer, a hundred thousand or I have other ways-âÂ
âDone.â Soonyoung, the nimblest of them all, quickly grabbed the phone from your hands talking into it. âHundred thousand and heâs yours.âÂ
âKwon-âÂ
Seokmin covered your mouth, holding you back. âWe want it in cash.âÂ
âThat might be an issue-â The man on the phone let out a tired breath. â-things are tight now, cash will be hard.âÂ
âItâs cash or he goes to the cops.â Seokmin continued, still holding you back with his strong arms, rendering your struggles pointless.
The line went quiet on the other side. The boys look at each other, worried.Â
âFine.â He finally agreed as they sighed in relief. âBut Iâll need about ten days to arrange for it.âÂ
âWe are in no hurry.â Seungkwan added. âWhenever you send the cash, weâll send him.âÂ
âAnd till then?âÂ
âTill then, heâll be here, with us.â Soonyoung confirmed, earning a protest from you that drowned out.Â
âI hope you remember that the cops are actively looking for him-âÂ
âWe do. Which is why you need to make sure the money reaches us by the tenth day.â Seungkwan pointed out. âOtherwise you know where heâs going.âÂ
âNo donâtâŠ.â The man sighed. âThereâs no need to make such hasty decisions, youâll get your money.âÂ
âGood, keep in touch on this number and let us know when you have the cash ready andâŠ.that's all, okay bye.âÂ
Seungkwan spoke quickly before he cut the call and all the boys looked at each other amazed. When Seokmin finally released you, he shrieked as you landed a few harmless punches on him, hard and fast.
âAre you insane???â You looked around. âAre all of you insane?âÂ
âHon,â Soonyoung held you by the shoulders, shaking them. âItâs a hundred thousand dollars-âÂ
âI thought it was not about the money.â You narrowed your eyes at him. âI thought you wanted to be a responsible citizen-âÂ
âOh please itâs always about the money.â Seokmin walked over and fell back onto the couch. âA hundred thousand dollars, wow, Iâve never even heard of so much money in my life.â
âCanât believe Iâm going to be a millionaire.â Soonyoung joined him on, earning an eye roll from you.Â
âHow exactly?â You crossed your arms. âItâs twenty five thousand dollars a person.âÂ
âSo you are agreeing to be a part of it!â Seungkwan clapped happily, ignoring your words of protest. âWeâre all going to be so rich.âÂ
âTwenty five thousand dollars isnât exactly a fortune-âÂ
âIt might not be for you, but not all of us have dropped out of college and are running our own freelance business from the comfort of our grandmotherâs apartment.â Seokmin pointed out. âWe could really use the money.âÂ
âThatâs fair but-âÂ
âNo âbutsâ now.â Seungkwan raised his hand to stop you. âCome on Y/n, do this for us? All we ask is for ten days. Donât you remember when you moved to this locality, we were the only ones there for you? For 2 whole years weâve been with you through thick and thin-âÂ
Thud.
Seungkwan stuttered to a stop, turning around at the sound. The rest of you shifted around too to see what happened, heartbeat rapidly rising when you realized that Jeonghan was stirring awake..... and more importantly, the knot that âbelieve me I'm an expertâ Soonyoung had tied around his hands had come undone, the rope falling to the floor.Â
Wincing, Jeonghan opened his eyes slowly as all of you froze, watching the infamous mafia boss raise his head, blinking in the darkness.Â
You panicked, noticing that your one and only weapon here, your trusty torchlight, was far from you, right by his foot. Wondering if it was dark enough, considering the room was only lit by the soft and minimal glow of the streetlights pouring in, you slowly inched towards Jeonghan who still seemed like he hadn't fully come around. Just as you reached him, bending to pick up the torch, Seungkwan, who was inching back to press himself against the wall and somehow blend into it, pressed against the switches, the lights instantly turning on, illuminating the whole room.Â
Jeonghan slowly looked up, eyes meeting yours, lips parting softly.Â
You opened your mouth to scream or say something, you canât remember what exactly, instead resorting to just staring at the way his hair beautifully framed his face, long eyelashes touching the curve of his cheeks as he blinked. As you continued to remain frozen, his eyes ran over the features of your face, before his lips curled into a small smile.
âI love you.âÂ
You snapped out of your trance in a second, jaw dropping.Â
âGod I really love you.â He repeated, as you quickly grabbed the torch and moved back hurriedly and Seokmin, clearly your most sensible friend, quickly got up, putting himself between you and Jeonghan.
âWhat did he say?â Seokmin looked at you over his shoulder, mumbling.Â
âYouâreâŠ.â Seungkwan took a small, careful step. âYouâre not mad?âÂ
âMy head does hurt like a bitch.â Jeonghan cocked his head at you who was half hiding behind your biggest friend. âBut I would have been more mad if I was in jail compared to waking up inâŠ.â He looked around again. â.....whatever this is.âÂ
âMy house.â You muttered, gripping the torch as Soonyoung slowly and silently walked around, kicking the rope under the sofa, before he joined you, looking casual as ever.
âYes, jail would be bad.â He agreed. âBut here, youâre totally safe, no stress at all.âÂ
âAnd why exactly?â Jeonghan frowned, eyes flickering over all of you. âObviously you know who I am. Why arenât you handing me to the cops?âÂ
âThat's umâŠbecauseâŠ.â Seungkwan mumbled, putting his arm around your shoulder, with a firm nod. âBecause of her uncle.âÂ
You blinked at him.Â
You had no uncle.Â
âM-mine?âÂ
âYes, her uncle wasâŠ.unfairly arrested by the cops last year, they sort of put him away for good so uhâŠ.helping you is, in a way, our revenge against this foul legal system.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât look even a little convinced. Maybe just a little when he looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question and you hesitatingly nodded.Â
âOkay, yâall are clearly a weird bunch but I'm not going to question it since whatever this is, it's helping me out.â He got up, wincing as he held his head. âand now I'll get going-âÂ
âNo!â All three boys screamed, taking both Jeonghan and you aback, ears almost ringing.Â
âWe meanâŠâ Seungkwan started at a much softer tone. âYou canât go out right now, itâs not safe for you.âÂ
âI am aware,â Jeonghan patted his pockets as though he was searching for something. âI need to call my people and find them in the city again. Once they arrange a way for me to permanently leave the country, I'll be safe, finally-âÂ
âYou are safe here too.â Soonyoung quipped. âThereâs no place better than this neighbourhood - itâs quiet, almost thirty miles from the city, filled with senior citizens who are absolutely cut off from the world - they probably donât even know who you are.âÂ
âMost importantly,â Seokmin added. âBecause this place is so dull, cops donât even come here, hell the closest police station is over twenty five miles away.âÂ
âHuhâ Jeonghan looked thoughtful, continuing to slide his hands into all his pockets one by one, mumbling. âI can't find my phone-âÂ
âIt probably fell when you were running around-.â Seungkwan gripped the bulge in his back pocket where Jeonghanâs phone was tucked away. â-now that you can't contact yourâŠgang? it'll be dangerous for you to go unguided.â
âExactly.â Soonyoung stepped up. âSay you give it some time, maybe 10 ten days or so for things in the city to cool off a little and then you can go, find your people and leave the country?âÂ
Jeonghan started at the floor as though he was mulling over it, each passing second feeling like almost an hour.
Finally he looked up, slowly nodding, much to everyone's relief. âI guess I could?â He held the bump on his head again, wincing in pain. âFirst I'm gonna need a shower and a meal.â He looked at you, lips curling into a small smile. âIs knocking people out your only talent or can you whip up a ramyeon too?â
Tearing your eyes away from his intense gaze you mumbled that you could, earning a two finger salute from him before he disappeared behind the door of the bathroom.Â
As all of four of you collectively let out a sigh of relief, Seungkwan shoved Jeonghanâs phone into your hands.Â
âKeep this safe and keep him safe.â He looked around at everyone. âWe need to continue making him feel as though living here for 10 days is good for him, not us.â
âAgreed.â Seokmin hummed. âHe cannot, at any cost, know heâs being held for ransom. God knows what he might do then.âÂ
âI still canât believe it though.â Soonyoung let out a low whistle, looking around almost proud. âI canât believe we accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss.â
âSmells fucking good.âÂ
You bit back a gasp hearing Jeonghanâs voice from behind you, right at the shell of your ear as you stood behind the stove, stirring his meal. Gulping you turned, regretting it immediately when you found yourself inches away from him yet again but this time, he was standing in just his towel, blonde wet hair falling into his eyes, rivets of water running down his smooth abdomen. As your eyes found their way back up again, Jeonghan smirked at you.Â
âStrange.â He cocked his head at you. âOn one hand you seem so meek and quiet, yet no one has ever really looked at me the way you do.âÂ
Please donât say things like that.Â
Feeling unnaturally hot, perhaps because you were sandwiched between a boiling pot of noodles and a man this attractive, you turned away, turning off the gas, wiping the sweat running down your neck.Â
Jeonghan chuckled. âI need something to wear. Think you got anything?âÂ
You nodded, setting the pot down, before moving away from him (thank god) and walking into your office room. Jeonghan followed at a distance, shaking off the water in his hair, looking around confused as he stepped in.Â
âArenât you a bit too old to play dress up?â He pointed at the mannequin in the corner donning a pretty maroon half finished dress.Â
âThatâsâŠ. My work.â You confessed, going through a stack of clothes in the drawers on the far end.Â
âYou made that?âÂ
You nodded softly. âYeah Iâm sort of a freelance fashion designer.âÂ
âFor who, the dead?â He frowned. âWho even wears clothes like these anymore?âÂ
Trying not to get too offended, you pulled out the pair of pajamas you were looking for and turned to him. âItâs for the main lead of the new Macbeth play. I, uh, custom make clothes for theater productions and stage plays.âÂ
âAh.â He nodded looking around at the large table filled with all kinds of measuring tapes and scissors and big shelves stacked with materials of all kinds, two sewing machines lined up against the wall. âInteresting.âÂ
You're not really sure what he found so fascinating but you cleared your throat, trying to change the topic.Â
âI only have this that might fit you.â Walking over, you handed him a neatly folded purple checkered pajama set. âI made it for myâŠ. for someone a few years back but he didnât like the colour so it's brand new.âÂ
âI love purple.â Jeonghan grinned, taking it from you, immediately slipping on the shirt. âBy someone else, do you mean one of the boys?â
You shook your head. âNo, I never make clothes for them, my style is a bit tooâŠ. um old fashioned?âÂ
âYou continue to surprise me.â He looked at you thoughtfully. âOld fashioned with clothes but open minded enough to live with three men.â
You blinked stupidly. âI don't live with three men.â
âOh they donât live here?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. âYou four aren't a thing?âÂ
 âFour? As in all four of us??.âŠ.â You looked at him wide eyed and scandalized. âOf course not! How could you even think that, w-what does that even mean-âÂ
âOkay relax princess.â Jeonghan took a step back, raising his hands. âEven if you were, itâs cool. I donât judge.âÂ
Definitely not relaxing, you looked everywhere but at him, heat continuing to rise uncomfortably in your body.Â
Jeonghan looked at you amused, biting his lip. âBut I will judge if you continue to stand here and watch me wear the pants.âÂ
Shaking your head and apologising, you practically ran out of there, heart racing in your chest as you leaned against the kitchen counter, hands gripping the edge. The kind of things he said, the way he lookedâŠ.Please please please stop it.Â
Trying your best to push him out of your mind, you got back to the stove, grabbing the pot and placing it on the table. You stared at it for a bit before sighing and pulling out a few of your momâs sides from the fridge, adding it to his meal. As you poured out a glass of juice, Jeonghan walked up, rubbing his hands, pulling the chair and sitting down.Â
âYou put sides and all? Sweet.âÂ
He grabbed the pair of chopsticks and took a large bite, humming in relief. You knew it was burning hot, but he was probably way too hungry to care because the speed made it look like he was inhaling it.Â
âSit.â He looked up mid bite. âI donât like eating alone.âÂ
Although you didn't wish to be in his presence for long, you sat down, unable to say no. The entire time, Jeonghan ate quietly, tasting all the sides, drinking the juice in between, loudly smacking his lips after every bite. After devouring it all in less than five minutes, he raised the bowl to his mouth, downing all the soup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âThat was so delicious princess, I almost wanna stay here all my life.â He got up, stretching as he did. âBut unfortunately 10 days is all we have.âÂ
Silently, you half nodded, gathering all the dishes he had left on the table, taking them to the sink. Jeonghan watched you, please stop looking at me, and when you returned to wipe the table, he leaned in, for the third time tonight, putting his face incredibly close to yours. âYouâre a tough nut to crack, but I think Iâll have you all figured out in ten days.â As you tried to move further back, unable to breathe in the proximity, he moved closer, smirking. âGoodnight princess.âÂ
And with that he walked off, turning into your bedroom, closing the door behind him.Â
You simply stared, rapidly blinking, heart refusing to calm down, chest heaving as you struggled to breathe.
And this was just day zero of ten.Â
Day 1 of 10Â
âYoon Jeonghan has to go.âÂ
Soonyoung, Seungkwan and Seokmin looked up from their dinner as you slammed the restaurant door open. Immediately panicked and looking around, they pulled you to their table, shushing you with hushed voices.Â
âWhat is wrong with you-â Seungkwan hissed as Seokmin went over to the only other people in the shop, the two old ladies sitting in the corner, trying to distract them with some free tea. â-you canât go around screaming his name.âÂ
âYou donât understand.â Leaning back into the chair, you sighed. âI cannot be around him, I canât handle itâŠ.âÂ
âWhat did he even do?â Soonyoung looked at you curiously and Seokmin returned, settling in his chair.Â
And then you began to spill the details of all the events, starting from the moment he took over your bedroom last night.Â
Yes you lived in a decently sized two bedroom house but with one room converted into your workspace and the other occupied by Jeonghan, you had no choice but to take the extremely uncomfortable couch in the living room. Of course you were already drifting in and out of sleep because of all the pain in your back and like that was not enoughâŠâŠ
As though on cue, the lady who lived in the apartment above yours walked in, her pleasant expression turning almost disgusted as her eyes fell on you and you knew precisely why - because of all the obnoxiously loud moaning last night.Â
Seokmin watched the two of you, eyes narrowing. âWhy is she looking at you like that?âÂ
Voice shaking, you told them.Â
âWait wait wait.â Seungkwan interjected, jaw dropping. âYouâre telling me he didnât just sleep in your room but alsoâŠ. also brought home a woman?âÂ
You nodded. For a hot second, last night you thought you were dreaming or imagining those sounds. As you focused, listening harder you realised they were the moans of an actual woman, coming straight from your bedroom, followed by Jeonghanâs soft grunts. And lord, the things he was saying??
Are you even trying? Is that the best you can do?
Oh, you feel good? Where are your manners then? Be a good girl and thank me.Â
Youâll do anything, wonât you? This is all youâre good for - a set of wet and wanting holes.Â
âSo you think he brought home a whore-â You winced at the word, making Seokmin immediately change his statement. â-a person, a professional, and had a love making session in your room? On your bed?âÂ
âI donât think it, I know it.â You groaned. âAnd that was no love making, it was loud and-â You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the feeling between them. â-and just disturbing.âÂ
âI understand itâs hard for you,â Seungkwan started. âBut if itâs just that one thing-â
âOh no no itâs not just that one thing.â You sat up, ready with a whole mentally prepared list. âThat's what I slept to, guess what I woke up to? A delivery man with nearly 30 packages of all sorts of things he ordered online for his âeaseâ because he âcanât live without themâ and you might wonder what the issue with that is? It is the fact that he had me pay for it and it wasnât five or ten dollars, I paid seven thousand dollars in the morning-â All the boys' jaws dropped. â-thatâs right I paid seven thousand for his things which he, by the way, made me sit and open because his âhead hurts too muchâ.â
âOkay, we get it-â
âAnd he keeps wearing all my clothes! Not mine, I mean the ones I make-â You corrected when the boys looked at you weirdly. âThis morning he wore the pure white cashmere sweater I spent hours making for the evil queen in Snow white. Now it sits in my house decorated with polka dots of ramyeon soup.â
âOh-âÂ
âAnd he never cleans up after himself! He expects me to cook, sits and eats and then just leaves when heâs done?! He drops crumbs everywhere, he doesn't put things back in their place, I'm-â
âBreathe hon breathe,â Soonyoung rubbed your back. âHe's inconvenient and it sucks, we get it butâŠ.but itâs only been a day?â He looked around, pausing as the lady above your house collected her food and walked past, face turned away from you. âWhat about the rest of the time? Did he bother you in any way?âÂ
âNot really.â You sigh. âHe pretty much minds his own business. He was either sleeping or watching tv the rest of the timeâŠand also going through all my fashion magazines, with potato chip dust on his fingers by the way-âÂ
âAlright, alright, we get it, heâs a pain.â Seungkwan looked at you a little pleadingly. âBut you do know, given our current situation, we donât have a choice but to house him for another 9 days.â
âKwan, Itâs still not too late to hand him over to the cops-âÂ
âPlease.â Seungkwan pleaded, hands joined, ready to fall to his knees if needed. âWeâll give you a higher share of the ransom if you want-âÂ
âYou think money is the issue?âÂ
âOf course itâs not, heâs an idiot to suggest that.â Seokmin interrupted. âItâs not about the money Y/n, justâŠ. do it for us? Think about how you could reform the three of our lives. We could go from busting our asses waiting tables here to maybe owning our own little shop. Donât you want that for us?âÂ
You stared at Seokminâs puppy face then at Soonyoungâs big eyes then atâŠ..whatever cute expression Seungkwan was trying and failing to make. If you could help improve the lives of the friends who were closest to you, maybe you can hang in there for a few days?Â
You could not. You most definitely could not. And you realised that the moment you excitedly stepped into your house again with a generous amount of packed late night snacks.Â
Clothes - Jeonghanâs and a womanâs - were strewn all over the house, right from the main door to the bedroom as though they couldnât wait for even the five seconds it took to walk the minimal distance. As you heard a guttural moan, you shut your ears, preparing for yet another night of suffocating yourself under your pillow.Â
Day 2 of 10Â
âI got you some DakGalBi.â Soonyoung raised the familiar black bag of the bbq shop before him as you sighed.Â
âI made the same thing for lunch.âÂ
âYou did?â He looked surprised. âI thought you didnât know how to.âÂ
âI don't, I watched a few videos; followed a cookbook.â You mumbled. âJeonghan said he wanted to eat.âÂ
âIs he still bothering you?â Soonyoung asked concerned, eyes running over your tired features. By bothering if he meant taking over every aspect of your life and not giving you the freedom to breathe peacefully in your own house, then yes, Yoon Jeonghan was absolutely bothering you. Did you tell Soonyoung that though? No, because 1, just yesterday, you had told your friends that you would âhang in thereâ and 2, you most definitely couldnât hang in there and were already secretly planning ways to oust Jeonghan from your house.Â
The journey to making this decision started the moment you woke up. It was yet again to the sound of knocking except, it wasnât on your door, it was coming from your home office. Wondering what in the world Jeonghan was doing there, you quickly kicked off the covers and jumped to your feet, walking over. At first glance, you didnât spot him inside and then your eyes found a complete stranger drumming her fingers on your sewing machine. You stood frozen, fully taken aback as she looked at you, your favorite coffee mug in her hand as she sipped out of it.Â
âThis dress could use a deeper neck.â She pointed at the one on the mannequin and then at herself. âLike this.âÂ
You refused to look at her plunging neckline out of which all herâŠ.assets were spilling out. God knows why you couldnât refuse to take her opinion on your work or tell her to get the hell out of your house. Instead, you just continued to stand frozen until you felt Jeonghanâs presence behind you.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He sounded like he just woke up, voice just a little deep and husky.Â
âI was curious what was in here-âÂ
âI mean what are you still doing here?â He walked up, putting himself between the two of you. âYou were supposed to leave after you were done.âÂ
âIt was raining outside, I couldnât go.â She muttered, looking at him hopefully. âBesides I wanted to see you in the morning before I go-âÂ
âI donât.â He cut her off, pointing over his shoulder. âGet going.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âGo.â He repeated, more firmly this time.Â
Looking mad, she slammed the coffee mug on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor. As she walked up to Jeonghan and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek, he turned his face away, âDonât cross the line. Get out.âÂ
Huffing she left, the sound of the front door closing resounding behind her. Jeonghan turned to you, rolling his eyes, looking at you like youâll understand. âThe audacity when she canât even deepthroat without gagging.âÂ
You didnât understand. You didnât want to understand. You just wanted him to stop saying these kind of things. Please please please shut up.Â
When he walked away, yawning and stretching, you grabbed the coffee mug, nearly crying at the sight of a neat brown ring of coffee imprinted on the paper.Â
Oh yeah, Yoon Jeonghan had to go.Â
Now you would have told all this to the boys but you knew they would tell you to âadjust for a few daysâ and as always, you'd give in, regardless of the fact that you wanted this manâs entire existence obliterated from your life. So you decided to handle things differently now - you would get Jeonghan out of your house without the boys realising you had a hand in it - that way you'd be free and they couldn't blame you. You werenât quite sure how to go about this plan but that was until you went to the grocery store in the afternoon to buy some ingredients for lunch.Â
The biggest drawback of this suburb was that there was barely anyone below the age of twenty who could help you out with your predicament except for the cashier's grandson, Minguk. Minguk lived in the city, but over the weekends, he came to help his grandmother, greeting you every time you crossed paths. You werenât really close friends but he was always nice to you, helping you reach things from the higher shelves, offering to carry heavier items to your house. If anyone here could recognise Jeonghan and help you out, it had to be him.Â
Thatâs why when you went to the shop, you told the old lady you needed a big bag of rice, twenty five kgs of it for some big rice starch cloth experiment, asking if Minguk could drop by later and bring it to your house. She agreed happily, stating she would get him to do it the moment he came in the evening and you left, waiting for said evening and said moment to arrive.Â
Your prediction for the events that would follow today went somewhat like this - Minguk would come home, notice and recognise Jeonghan, ask you to get behind him while they fought and Minguk would knock down Jeonghanâs skinny ass stick figure, then make sure to hand Jeonghan to the police while you sadly told BooSeokSoon it was unfortunate that things unfolded this way.Â
Now for this whole plan to be successful, you needed Soonyoung to get out of the house as soon as possible because Minguk could come any moment now. Hence you resorted to answering all of the formerâs questions with short, simple replies, hoping this conversation would end fast.
âNo heâs not still bothering me.â âYou sure? You-â âAbsolutely.â âAgain, weâre sorry that this-â âNo worries.â Soonyoung frowned, confused at your curt answers. âWhere is he now?â âBathroom, showering I think.â âWhat did he do before lunch?â âWaited for lunch.â âWhat did he do after lunch?â âNothing.â You shrugged. âClaimed he was bored, sat in my home office and watched me sketching for hours together.â âHe wasâŠ. just watching you?â âNot the whole time, he fell asleep in betweenâŠâ
You recalled how hearing his soft snores, you looked up from your work, eyes falling on him leaning back against the bean bag, drifted off in a pleasant slumber. As you glanced at him, noticing just how sharp his jaw was and how high his cheekbones sat, his lips curled into a small smile. Youâre giving me that look again, princess. After that, you didnât take your eyes off your work even once.Â
âI think he fell asleep?âÂ
âDid you get any sleep?â Soonyoung looked over your shoulder at your bedding still on the couch. âDid he⊠you know, bring someone last night too?âÂ
You nodded, but brushed it off immediately. âItâs fine, itâs nothing I canât handle. I promised you guys 10 days, Iâll deliver.âÂ
Soonyoung looked relieved, before he glanced at his watch, face morphing in worry. âItâs nearly peak hour, I gotta go back to the restaurant.âÂ
You agreed to him, assuring him you were fine when he asked you again, waving goodbye as you shut the door behind him.Â
Minguk would be here any minute now, and if all went well, youâd finally be free again.Â
Day 3 of 10Â
All did not go well.Â
In complete contrast to what you had imagined, here you were, yet again cooking lunch for Jeonghan, still absolutely sleep deprived and there he was, lying sprawled on your couch, going through your books, just like yesterday. Only difference was, Seokmin was on call, the sound of him chewing his apple ringing in your ears.Â
As you moved around to make Kalguksu, Jeonghanâs order of the day, Seokmin spoke into your ear. âSo you're saying he's not too bad to live with?âÂ
Bad? Bad was an understatement. Living with Yoon Jeonghan was the absolute worst. Just this morning, when you had stepped out to check your mailbox, your neighbour coincidentally returned from her morning walk, greeting you with a hard smile, asking why you looked so tired. You told her you had a lot of orders to work on, claiming you had to stay up all night to finish it and to that she said, âYes, I think everyone in this building can tell what exactly you are doing staying up all night.âÂ
Never in your life before that statement did you want to be swallowed by concrete. You knew last night mustâve been particularly more noticeable because the women so far were moaners but this oneâŠ.. Oh she was a screamer; so loud not even your pillow could save you. Thank god she was gone by the morning but so was a very treasured dress of yours, one you gifted by your mother. When Jeonghan woke up, he mumbled something about how her clothes tore, and she grabbed something from your cupboard before he went off to take a shower.Â
âYes, heâs not too bad.â You replied, glad Seokmin couldn't see your sarcastic expression.Â
âI had a feeling he was a chill guy from the first time we saw him-â Seokmin continued to loudly chew on call. â-he seems kinda calm and knowledgeable?â
Yes, if only Seokmin heard all the 'instructions' Jeonghan loved to give his lady friends at night, he would know just how knowledgeable this man was. Although he did say something that you were thinking about for a while nowâŠ
âMin.â You slid onto the kitchen counter. âDo you think Minguk has a crush on me?âÂ
âMinguk as in supermart grannyâs grandson Minguk?â Seokmin chuckled. âYeah, obviously, a mega huge one.âÂ
âWhat?â You looked at your phone betrayed. âHow could you not tell me?âÂ
âI assumed you knew and didnât care?â Seokmin sounded nonchalant. âSince you know, he already has a girlfriend?âÂ
Thatâs what you had said too, last night when Minguk came over and all did not go well.Â
Initially, it was going according to plan though. A few moments after Soonyoung left, Minguk arrived at your door, carrying a huge sack of rice, half panting as he smiled at you. Given that Jeonghan was still in the bathroom, you engaged him in casual conversation, hoping the man who usually showered in under 5 minutes, would finally come out after the two hours he had been holed up in there. Just as you were running out of stupid questions to ask, Minguk looked over your shoulder, forehead slowly pulling together in a frown as you heard footsteps behind you. Finally finally finally, please help me-
âWho is that?â He pointed, looking confused. Did he not recogniseâŠ.?Â
You turned, as Jeonghan approached you, your eyes widening as they landed on him - he had dyed his golden blonde hair into a dark jet black, the length of it also a lot shorter now, the pieces framing his face pushed back in a way even you could barely recognise him. You continued staring as he walked over, throwing his arm around your shoulder, glancing at Minguk.
âAnd who is this?âÂ
Tearing your eyes away from him, you looked at Minguk, almost at a loss of words, âT-this is Minguk, he works um in the supermarket nearby, heâs my friend and this is uhâŠ.â You gulped, the weight of Jeonghanâs hand heavy on your shoulder. âThis is-âÂ
âCome on, donât be shy.â Jeonghan laughed. âHiâŠ.friend? Iâm the boyfriend.âÂ
âOh.â Minguk looked at you just as surprised as you looked at him. âI didnât knowâŠâÂ
Neither did you.
âYeah weâve been doing long distance for a while now, I just got back recently.â Jeonghan answered like it was a matter of fact when a few days back, you didn't even know of his existence.Â
After that Minguk, who always said bye to you with a cheery wave, mumbled that he had to go and left, without sparing you a second glance.
âWhat an idiot.â Jeonghan chuckled as he let you go, walking into the house. âMen who donât have the guts to be honest with the woman they like are not worth anyoneâs time.âÂ
âIâm sorry what?â You frowned, closing the door and following him. âThe woman they like?âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you incredulously. âYou didnât know? He was literally making heart eyes, his drool is probably outside on the floor-âÂ
âHe has a girlfriend.âÂ
âSo?â He shrugged.Â
âSo he canât possibly like me??âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you amused. âYouâre dense as hell princess, thereâs so much I could teach you.â and with that he walked away leaving you baffled, which was not how you expected events to turn out yesterday.Â
As Seokmin went on and on about how Minguk wasnât being fair to his girlfriend, you zoned out, mind wandering on something else entirely. You needed a new, revised plan, one that was guaranteed to get Jeonghan out of your life and this time, you swore you wouldnât fail.
Day 4 of 10Â
Plan B failed just as miserably as plan A.Â
You had promised yourself to get Jeonghan out of your life, but all you managed to do was get him out of the house.Â
That was part of the plan though, him stepping out was vital but somehow, as though luck loved him and despised you, things worked out in his favour yet again.Â
Plan B was a long and elaborate one, one that you worked on really hard, starting from last night.Â
Last night, you got into your couch tired as hell, but determined not to sleep, eyes wide open in the darkness. Around 1am, you heard the sound of feet shuffling as Jeonghanâs silhouette walked past you, opening the door, letting yet another girl into your house. As the two of them moved towards your room, bodies and tongues tangled, shutting the bedroom door behind them, you immediately got up, rushing to your office room. Looking up the posters of Jeonghan on the internet, you quickly printed out a bunch of them, silently donned your jacket and a mask and left your house in the dead of the night. It took you nearly 3 hours but by the end of it you had put up those posters along all the streets of the suburb and had barely just returned and got under the covers when the bedroom door opened and Jeonghanâs companion of the night left your house. Confident that by daybreak, everyone in the neighborhood would know Jeonghanâs face and there would at least be someone smarter than Minguk who could look past the changed hair colour, you slept happily, after a long time.Â
But you were rudely awakened by the sound of Jeonghanâs voice, whispering right by your ear.Â
âBe honest. You donât actually want me to leave do you?âÂ
Your eyes flew open only to find his face hovering above yours, inches away. You held your breath as his hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing over the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt having ridden up.Â
âYouâre scared of what I do to you.â He smirked, lips teasingly close to yours. âBut I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.âÂ
You gasped as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, inching closer and closer to the desperate hot and wet feeling between your legs. You couldnât bring yourself to stop himâŠ. You didnât want to. As he slipped a finger in, groaning about how tight you were, your eyes flew open, meeting the cracks on the ceiling above.Â
Petrified, you sat up, forehead and neck drenched in sweat as though every nerve ending was on fire. Did you just have a wet dream about Yoon Jeonghan??Â
Oh he had to leave. He had to leave as soon as possible. This plan had to work.Â
And you really thought it would when you were going to buy lunch (today he wanted clam chowder which was way beyond your expertise) and he insisted on following you to get it since he was getting bored at home. You thought the entire universe had finally channelised its energy into helping you get rid of him.Â
You could not have been more wrong.Â
Turned out that in the few hours you had spent happily sleeping, it rained cats and dogs, obliterating nearly every single piece of paper you had put up. Hours of your hard work was quite literally washed down the drain while Jeonghan happily walked out in the open right alongside dozens of people who had no idea who he was. On the contrary, they had a wilder assumption regarding who he might be - apparently your boyfriend.Â
The moment youâd stepped into the restaurant, all the old women who were your grandmotherâs friends and loved to strike conversation with you, absolutely ignored your existence as they caught hold of âyour boyfriendâ, insisting that the two of you eat with them. You sat across Jeonghan, watching him talking and giggling with all the old ladies as they threw all sorts of questions at him. He answered, stuffing his mouth with food, spinning the most wonderful stories of your relationship, stories that made you almost wish they were true.
After he bid them all goodbye, which was nearly two hours later, he declared he wanted to play football in the big ground where all the ladies had mentioned their visiting grandkids were playing. You took him there, sitting on the sidelines and watching this man twice their height, tackling all the little kids effortlessly, laughing - not sadistically, just happily, enjoying himself. At that moment somehow, he felt so ordinary, like any other normal person, like he could really have been your boyfriend, like this was really your life. You abandoned that thought the moment Jeonghan pulled you from the bench into the field, demanding that you play. Though you despised the idea of running around in half muddy fields, as always, you found yourself unable to say no to him, joining him and the kids in a game that was a lot more fun than you had anticipated. That was until it started pouring rain again, forcing all of you to run back to your homes, drenched from head to toe by the time you reached. The laughter in your chest fizzled out at the sight of Jeonghan shaking the wet droplets of his hair, his wet shirt sticking to his body, the outline of it unnecessarily obvious.Â
But I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.
Gulping, you left to dry yourself, heart racing behind its cage, not wanting to think of the dream. The rest of the evening you refused to so much as look at him, focusing on only on the one thing you were supposed to - Plan C.
Day 5 of 10
Plan C was short and simple and it was supposed to work like a charm.Â
To be honest, a part of you always had a feeling plan A and B wouldnât work because BooSeokSoon were right - expecting anyone in this neighbourhood to know Jeonghan was stupid. So if nobody here recognised Jeonghan, you had to bring someone who recognised Jeonghan here. And thatâs exactly what you did because just as you were washing the breakfast dishes and Jeonghan was asking for your help with something, there was a loud knock on the door.Â
âPolice, open up.âÂ
Finally.Â
After you had gotten up in the morning, under the pretext of getting milk, you went over to the closest public phone, calling the one and only police station nearby, the one over twenty five miles away. Trying to keep the message as anonymous and vague as possible, you spoke about how it seemed like something was not right in unit 84, your own apartment. With the fear of being identified, you didn't tell them anything else but clearly your half information was taken seriously because barely half an hour later, they were here at your door. Before you could wash your soapy hands and walk over the door, Jeonghan was already there, opening it.
You held your breath, staying hidden in the kitchen, peeking from behind the wall as the two men looked at each other. The expectation was a dramatic, movie-like scene where both men confronted each other with fists, maybe even guns but the reality, much to your surprise, was the complete opposite - they were both just talking, having a conversation you could barely hear from your hiding place. Could the cop also not recognise Jeonghan?Â
The answer was no, he could not. It was Jeonghanâs luck playing itâs hand once again because the moment the cop shook Jeonghanâs hand and left and the latter turned you, you noticed how the entire lower half of his face was lathered in layers of shaving foam rendering half his face completely hidden. You vaguely recalled he was asking you for help to shave, wondering what were the odds that the cop would turn up at this exact moment. Jeonghanâs luck was indeed your biggest enemy.Â
Inwardly crying about the fact that not only did he just dodge your biggest weapon, but you still had to continue doing menial work for him, you followed him to the bathroom. As you prepared the razor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, peering at you curiously in the mirror.Â
âWhy do you think the cop turned up at your house today?âÂ
Trying not to let your hands shake, you shrugged. âHow would I know?....What did he say?âÂ
âSomeone apparently called to complain about something strange going on in this house.âÂ
You met his eye in the reflection, thinking fast. âI mean it is a quiet neighbourhood and the people around are really old so, I guess, maybe someone complained about, you know, all the noise at nightâŠ.âÂ
âBut you donât use the sewing machine at night?â Jeonghan frowned like he didnât understand.Â
Clearing your throat, you turned to him. âNot me, it's youâŠand you know all theâŠ.â Making vague hand gestures you tried to explain your point. â....when the girls come andâŠâ
âSex?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, half laughing. âWhat are you, a prude? You canât say the word sex?âÂ
Shifting uneasily you looked away from him, mumbling. âI just don't think everything has to be saidâŠ.â
Jeonghan didn't say anything to that, continuing to look at you just a little amused as you stood between his manspread, holding his jaw and tilting his head up. When his eyes met yours, a strange something flashing behind them, every cell in your body feeling hyper-alert. Gulping you slowly ran the blades along his cheek, your own cheeks heating up under his gaze, one that never left your face.Â
When you did a half turn to grab a towel, feet stumbling in the process, Jeonghanâs hands flew to grab your hips, stabilizing you. He didn't let go even after you had found your footing. He didn't let go even after you finished the task at hand.Â
âI'm doneâŠâ You mumbled, taking a step back and his grip on you finally loosened. Just for a second though, before he suddenly held your hand and stood up, face inches away from yours, eyes still on you the same way.Â
âWhatâs your deal princess?âÂ
You gulped, looking away confused when he bent down, to your eye level, looking curious.
âYou can't even bring yourself to say âsexâ butâŠ.â He ran his thumb across your lower lip, rubbing away a speck of foam that somehow seemed to have gotten there. âThe way you look at me, there's something a lot darker behind those eyes. Which is the real you?âÂ
You had no idea.Â
You really really had no idea.
Which is the real you?
Staring at the ceiling you pondered over Jeonghanâs question.Â
Was it the you who was thoroughly scandalized by the things Jeonghan kept saying and doing? Or the you who was lying on the couch wide awake at nearly 1am, trying to pretend like you werenât listening to the same man absolutely ruin someone in your bed. You told yourself it wasnât that you liked it, you were simply curious. As for why you had kept your legs pressed together, you had no answer, you most definitely were not turned on, no.Â
But strangely the discomfort between your legs only got worse, like a dull, desperate ache. Hesitating, you slipped your hand under the waistband of your underwear, fingers slowly inching downward, terrified of what you would discover. Your digits slid easily, given the fact that you were soaked, eyes shutting tight in embarrassment. This was so wrong and so inappropriate on so many levelsâŠ.. quickly getting yourself together you rushed over to the bathroom, washing up, throwing cold water on your face to get you back into your senses. Getting it together and patting your face dry with your towel, you walked out, stepping into complete silence.Â
Frowning, you turned to the clock -Â usually, Jeonghan went on for hours together, giving you some peace of mind only around 3am in the morning - could they have been done already? Confused, you slowly moved towards the room door, pushing it softly, expecting to find Jeonghan fast asleep. Instead, youâre met with the sight of a woman on all fours, her head pressed into the mattress, muffling her sounds as Jeonghan railed her from behind, his hips snapping against hers at a ridiculous pace.Â
Now either you should have run away from there, or screamed and then run away from there but you did neither - instead you simply froze, eyes wide and unblinking, unable to move any part of your body. It became a whole lot worse when Jeonghan, whose face was contorted with focus, suddenly lifted his head, his vision finding you by the door. The only good thing that came from this was that somehow, you found your footing again, stumbling back, loudly shutting the door. Not knowing what else to do, you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and quickly ran out of the house, ignoring the heavy pitter patter of the rain. Thank god the boys are still sitting at the restaurant, gathered around a table, laughing away. You walked in, ready to cry out of embarrassment and dissolve in your embarrassment.Â
âOkay, letâs calm down a little.â Seokmin reached for your glass, prying it out of your hands slowly, earning a glare from you.Â
âI need it. I need to drown in my sorrows.â You looked over your shoulder at the lady who was sitting at the table alone, hiccuping at her fourth bottle of beer. âLike her.âÂ
âWhatâs the deal with that woman?â Seungkwan muttered looking over. âSheâs been here for hours.âÂ
âSomething about her crush being kissed by his best friend.â Soonyoung shrugged. âApparently the other girl dared her to watch.âÂ
âOuch.â You grimaced, thoroughly impressed. âGod I wish I could be like that.âÂ
âYou are like that.â Seungkwan pointed at all the bottles of soju in front of you.Â
âNot her, the other one.â You clicked your tongue, not hearing the restaurant door opening behind you. âI wish I was daring like that. Gutsy enough to put people in their place, to say whatâs on my mind, to tell Yoon Jeonghan to stop fucking other people in my bed-âÂ
âWould you rather I fuck you?âÂ
You turned quickly, a chill running down your spine as you found Jeonghan right behind, bent over to whisper into your ear. All three boys before you looked with their jaws hung. Turning away from him, unable to meet his eyes, you mumbled something even you didnât understand.Â
Jeonghan smiled. âDoesnât sound like a no.âÂ
âI could barely recognise you.â Seokmin looked at the man before him in awe, glancing over his not so new hairdo. âBlack hair looks good on you.âÂ
âI know.â Jeonghan agreed like it was a matter of fact before turning to you again. âThe rain just stopped but looks like it might start again anytime soon, you should come home.âÂ
You shook your head slowly.
âIâm amazed you know how to refuse.â Jeonghan chuckled. âBut nowâs not the time to; come home.âÂ
âNo.â You stood up, facing him. âI donât want to go to your home.âÂ
âNot mine, yours.âÂ
âOh yeah.â You looked at him spacey as Jeonghan tried to stop himself from laughing. âThatâs my house. My room. My bed. What the hell are you doing there?âÂ
âA new woman everyday apparently.â Soonyoung muttered, purposely looking away from Jeonghan.Â
âWhat kind of person does that?â You poked his chest, slurring. âA-and the way you talk to them? Who says things like that?âÂ
âOkay, we can discuss this at home. Itâs 3am, get up-âÂ
âItâs 3???â Seungkwan quickly turned at the clock on the wall. âFuck, fuck, fuck we have to close up.âÂ
The boys quickly got to their feet, one gathering the trash, the other stacking the dishes and the other ushering the only other person in the store to leave. She got up, walking towards the entrance, wantonly tripping on her own feet and holding onto Jeonghan. Something in you wanted to smack her right across the head.Â
âHi,â She fluttered her eyelashes at him. âIâm Yuri.âÂ
âHi,â Jeonghan pulled his arm from her grip. âIâm not interested.â He turned to you, blatantly ignoring the other girlâs existence. âLetâs go.âÂ
You watched as the poor woman, looking close to tears, stormed out as you swayed and muttered. âI canât. I can barely stand, forget walking.âÂ
âGet on my back.â Jeonghan offered, making you laugh.Â
âHave you seen yourself?â You threw your jacket over your shoulders. âIf you carry me, youâll break. Like literally snap in half.âÂ
âHuh.â Jeonghan inched closer to you, tucking his hands in his pocket. âThereâs so much to teach you princess. Lesson number one, size does not matter.âÂ
Yet again, you found yourself burning under his gaze, words lost in your mouth which was opening and closing like a fish. Sighing, Jeonghan swooped down faster than you could register his movement, grabbing you by the knees, throwing you over his shoulder. Shrieking, you protested, trying to get him to put you down but he simply ignored you, walking away as your friends watched, thoroughly shocked.Â
Within minutes he had you in your house, putting you down in your bathroom, letting you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he grabbed your towel. Standing before you, he tilted your head up, softly rubbing the towel into your hair, drying it. You tried to avoid his eye, looking everywhere but him and that small amused smile on his face, only looking at him when he finally spoke.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You scoffed. âYou lived in my house for 5 days, ate my food, slept in my bed, and you donât know my name?âÂ
âI didnât think it was necessary.âÂ
âWhy is it necessary now?âÂ
He smiled. âIf you want me to fuck you, I need to know your name princess.âÂ
âGod.â You pulled away from him. âI didnât say I want you to⊠toâŠâÂ
âThere we go again.â He sighed. âThe celestial prude returns.âÂ
âIâm not a prude, donât call me that.â You pointed an accusatory finger at him. âIâll have you know I haveâŠ.â You cleared your throat, the volume of your voice considerably lowering. âI have slept with a man before. More than once. In fact, I have also slept with two men at the same time.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow like he didnât believe it.Â
âOkay fine, one of them was just watchingâŠ...â You rolled your eyes. âBut there were two, my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - and his friend-âÂ
âDid you agree to that?âÂ
Somehow Jeonghanâs voice was a lot harder now, catching you off guard.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âI asked you if you agreed for your boyfriendâs friend to watch?âÂ
âIâŠ.â You stuttered, looking around. âI didnât say no.âÂ
âPrincess, you never say no.â Jeonghan crouched before you, looking serious. âBut that doesnât mean it's a yes.âÂ
You stared at him unsure what to say. That was a night you never thought about again - you always thought it was maybe because you were embarrassed but perhapsâŠ..a part of you was trying to forget it ever happened.Â
âYou asked me who says the kind of things I do in bed, right? I say them because the women Iâm with want me to, they enjoy it. But what you just told me,â Jeonghan shook his head. âDid you want that?âÂ
âIâŠI donât know.â You confess. You didnât ever question yourself like Jeonghan was. âHe didnât ask and I didnât think I could say no-âÂ
âYou can always say no.â Jeonghan insisted, holding your hands. âIf you donât want something, you should say no. The same way, if you want something, you should ask for it, unashamed.âÂ
âThen I⊠I want you..âŠâ You whispered, unsure whether you should say it, not noticing the way Jeonghan's eyes darkened instantly. Taking a deep breath, you continued. âI want youâŠ. to stop sleeping in my bed. I want you to stop wearing the clothes I design. I want you to stop making me cook for you-â
âOkay wow weâre spiraling-â
âI want you to stop making me clean after you, to stop treating me like your personal assistant, I mean what kind of man doesnât know how to shave-âÂ
âThe kind whoâs always had people to do these things for him so he doesnât really know how to do anything.â He muttered, sighing. âIâm sorry, I didnât think of it too much, I shouldâve been more mindful of how I was beingâŠ. but now that you told me-â He got up. â-I wonât bother you, and on the off chance that I do, and you wish for me to leave, I will do so immediately, I promise.âÂ
You nodded slowly, both amazed that you managed to get all of that off your chest and that he took it all really well. He continued to look at you like you were both fascinating and funny.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou still havenât told me your name by the way.âÂ
Half laughing you did and he repeated it, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made something in your stomach flip.Â
âIâm going to grab whatever clothes of yours I can find.â He walked up to the door, turning to you. âPlease change, youâll fall sick if you sleep in wet clothes.âÂ
With that he left, and that was the last thing you remembered.Â
Day 6 of 10Â
Today you woke up in the bathtub.Â
The twisted form that you slept in obviously resulted in stiff joints and pains all over but it was falling asleep in drenched clothes that caused the continuous sneezing that followed. Dragging yourself out of the bathroom, you slowly walked into your house, meeting a strange silence - Jeonghan wasnât anywhere to be seen. Feeling too weak to even wonder where he was, you dragged yourself to the couch, sinking into it, eyes fluttering shut. No more than five minutes later, you were awakened by the feeling of a cold hand on your forehead, making you jump at the suddenness. Jeonghan peered at you shaking his head.Â
âGreat, youâve got a fever.â He clicked his tongue. âI was gone for two minutes last night and you fell asleep in the tub.âÂ
âShouldâve woken me up.âÂ
âBelieve me, I tried but you wouldnât even budge and it wasnât like I could just carry you out of there.â He turned away muttering as you raised your eyebrows in faux surprise. âOkay, just carrying you once almost broke my back, so yeah, I admit it, Iâm weak.âÂ
You burst out laughing, doubling over into a coughing fit as Jeonghan handed you a bottle of water, smiling almost fondly.Â
âWhat do you want to eat for lunch?âÂ
âYouâre going to make lunch?âÂ
âDonât get used to it, only cause youâre sick.âÂ
You pondered, leaning back into the pillows. âSomething hot and with soup would be great actually.âÂ
âCan you shower and change out of those clothes in the meantime?âÂ
You whined, shaking your head, body drained of all its energy.Â
âCome on.â Jeonghan pulled you up from the couch, struggling as he did. âWash up.âÂ
Stumbling to the bathroom, you did, albeit much slower than usual but a hot shower made all the difference in the world. You didnât want to leave the warmth and maybe you wouldnât have if the landline wasnât constantly ringing. Groaning you wrapped a towel around you, dragging yourself to the phone, picking it up.Â
âWhere the hell is your phone?â Seungkwan scolded you from the other side. âWhy wonât you pick up?âÂ
âOn silent somewhere I guess.â You mumbled, looking around. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âJust wanted to check if you were okay-â
âIâm okay.âÂ
â-and also wanted to tell you that your dream shop? Itâs up for lease.âÂ
You immediately straightened out, tiredness suddenly vanishing. âYou mean the one down two streets? The one I've been waiting to get my hands on for months?âÂ
âYes and yes and the price theyâve quoted is actually manageable.â Seungkwan sounded excited. âIf us boys add a few thousand each to your 25K, I think you can actually afford it.âÂ
Your face softened. âYou⊠you guys would do that for me?âÂ
âOf course, youâre our best friend Y/n, thatâs the least we can do.â Twisting the cord of your phone, you glanced at it fondly. âBesides, you're the one who Jeonghan is living with, it's only fairâŠ.â
As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, hands filled with bags, shooting you a surprised look. You looked back at him, both happy and conflicted. While you had been trying to get rid of Jeonghan behind your friendâs backs, they were so willing to go above and beyond for you. And the Jeonghan you so desperately were trying to paint as the big pain in your life, was here, offering to cook and look after you - did that mean you were the terrible one here?Â
As Seungkwan hung up citing he had to go, Jeonghan walked up to you, looking worried.Â
âAll good?âÂ
âYeah I justâŠ. My dream might come true and I donât know how to react.âÂ
"Dream come true?"He leaned closer, whispering into your ear. âI don't recall actually agreeing to fuck youâŠâ
He looked at your towel clad body up and down, making you gulp and quickly walk away, gripping the material tight, him laughing behind you.Â
When you returned in a fresh pair of pajamas to a Jeonghan who was busy bustling away in the kitchen, singing a song softly, he asked what dream you were talking about.Â
âThere's this space I've wanted to own for a long time now.â You sat down at the breakfast bar, head perched on interlocked hands. âIt's up for lease and I might have the money to finally own it.â
âCongratulations princess.â Jeonghan looked up from his busy stirring, shooting you a smile. âThat sounds great.âÂ
You nodded, continuing to feel all too happy. âI still can't believe it, I think I might pass out.âÂ
âYes you might after eating this too.â He looked at you frazzled, âI might have added too much spice.â
âIs it that badâŠ.â
You trailed away when he held out a blob of the marinade on his finger, hand extended towards you. Hesitating, you leaned closer, taking his finger in your mouth, lips wrapping around his digit and pulled off with a pop. Your eyes didn't leave him the whole time, neither did his. Â
Clearing your throat, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
âIt's fine actually, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât reply to that, simply turning back to his work silently. In the remaining 2 hours he spent cooking and flipping through the cookbook pages, he didnât talk or so much as look at you. Even when the two of you were eating and you complimented his food, he just gave a short nod. It was only when everything was done and he cleared the table that he finally spoke, telling you to rest for a bit. You told him you were behind a lot of projects and orders and had to work, and thatâs when he turned to you exasperated,Â
âYouâre sick, you can take a day off.âÂ
âThere's nothing else to do anyway.â You mumbled. âAnd I donât want to sleep again, I just woke up.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed, putting away the dishes before turning to you. âWanna build something?âÂ
You watched confused as he unpacked the remaining bags he brought home earlier, pulling out boxes of Legos.Â
âI wanna make a nice little space for Doljjong.âÂ
âWho?â You looked around, almost terrified. âPlease donât tell me you brought home a cat-âÂ
He pulled out a rock from his pocket, looking all too pleased. âDoljjong, my new pet.âÂ
âThatâs a rock.âÂ
âAnd?â He looked at it, stroking the soft surface. âI found it while playing football yesterday. Even the kids agreed it was perfect.âÂ
You burst out laughing at his silliness as he continued to insist how it was the perfect pet and how he had found the perfect Lego sets to build it the perfect small home.Â
Thatâs how most of the remaining day went - the two of you building Doljjongâs new residence. Actually, it was mostly Jeonghan at work, insisting that you were sick and slow and should just watch him. So thatâs what you did, leaning against the couch, sipping on the hot tea he made you, munching on the snacks he bought, watching him giggle away, making his creation.Â
As the sun began to set outside, you looked at him in the soft golden light, at how simple and ordinary he looked. Maybe you could bear him for another 4 days, maybe you didnât have to feel so terrified around him. Or perhaps you should feel more scared now that you were comfortable around himâŠ.Â
Even as you sat next to him snuggling on your couch with afternoonâs leftovers warmed up for dinner, you could only think about how you kinda wished he was here for longer, which was kind of insane - just a day ago you were desperate to have him out of here but now? Now you had to admit to yourself that the only reason left on the long list of âWhy Jeonghan Must Goâ was the way he made you feel, even when he was just sitting across you, eating and watching tv. God this was embarrassingâŠ.
When you finally put your thoughts behind you, getting ready to sleep in your usual place, Jeonghan offered that you take the bed but you refused, mumbling something about not washing the sheets. Laughing, Jeonghan sat back on his end of the couch, settling with a jacket wrapped around him.Â
âYou're gonna be here all night?â You looked at him surprised.Â
âYeah.â He shut his eyes, leaning back. âJust in case you need anything.â
âWhy?â You glanced at him. âI mean everything today, why did youâŠ.âÂ
âI know what it's like to not have anyone care when you're sick.â Sighing, he turned to look at you. âI've always had people at my beck and call but they always worked for me like it was their job, because I was their boss. It never really felt like any of them cared and sometimes, that hurt. But I've come to terms with that, that's just what it's like in this job.âÂ
âWhyâŠ.â You hesitated but decided to take a shot anyway. âWhy did you choose this profession then? I mean, what compelled youâŠâÂ
âCompelled?â Jeonghan chuckled, looking away and shutting his eyes again. âIf you're looking for a good-boy-forced-by-circumstances-to-go-bad kinda story I'm afraid I'm not the one for it, princess.âÂ
âIf it wasn't a compulsion, was it your choiceâŠ.âÂ
âI've never really been afraid to ask and get what I want.â He smiled. âSomewhere in that process this is who I became.â
âIs it that easy to justâŠ. go for what you want?â
âIt usually is when you don't care about the consequences that may follow so yeah, it has been easy for me.â He paused, like he was mulling over something. âSo far.â
Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he leaned over, tucking you properly under the sheets.Â
âEnough questions for today. You need rest.â He snuggled further on his end, a small smile dancing on his lips. âGoodnight Y/n.âÂ
âGoodnightâŠ..Jeonghan.âÂ
Day 7 of 10
Of all the ways you had imagined, one would think you'd wake up to Jeonghan, this was not one of them.Â
He was still fast asleep seated on his end of the couch, head leaned back, mouth slightly askew, his breathing soft and deep. Only noticeable thing was his hand on your thigh like a comforting weight - you vaguely remembered him gently patting you as you broke into a coughing fit in the middle of the night. Dragging yourself to sit up, you continued to stare at him, taking in all the beautiful features - he looked just like he did the day you first saw him. Maybe you would've given in to the temptation and run your finger across the delicate angles of his face if the landline didn't ring so loudly, both pulling you back and waking him up.Â
Muttering an apology you quickly picked up the call, only to be met by the even louder voice of your mother.Â
âYou're sick!?â
âHi mom, yeah, I was sick.â You mumbled frowning. ââŠ.how did you know?âÂ
âWhy didn't you tell me? I would've come, brought you some sides, made you something to eat-âÂ
âPlease stop screaming.â You groaned. âI can hear you just fine.âÂ
âDon't tell me what to do young woman. How can I not scream when I find out my sick daughter is being taken care of by a boyfriend whose existence I'm not even aware of.âÂ
You immediately sat up. âW-what?âÂ
âYeah, imagine my surprise when Minguk's grandmother told me you weren't well but I wasn't to worry because your âvery caring boyfriendâ is looking after you well.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan who seemed to be able to hear everything given the volume your mother was talking in.Â
âMom I can explain-âÂ
âSave it. I'm coming home.âÂ
âMom-âÂ
And with that she cut the call, sending your heartbeat racing.
âFuck fuck fuck-âÂ
âCalm down princess.âÂ
âYou calm down!â You snapped back stupidly, running your hands through your hair. âI'm sorry, it's just, my mom isâŠ. a hawk. She's going to figure things out-â
âYou think sheâll call the cops on me?âÂ
âNo, no that. She hates watching the news, I'm sure she has no idea who you are but sheâs definitely going to know we-â you pointed between the two of you. â-aren't a thing.â
âHey I made your supermart boy believe it.â Jeonghan shrugged, leaning back. âAnd every old woman in a 2km radius.âÂ
âYeah well my mother isn't one of those women. She's hella observant and nosy and most importantly, she knows me. She knows I wouldn't be with someone like you.âÂ
âWow,â Jeonghan let out a low whistle. âThis is starting to become offensive, princess.â
âNoâŠâ You turned to him. âNo no no. What I mean is, you're not exactly the gentle, sweet boyfriend kind right? I mean⊠you know what I mean right?âÂ
Jeonghan smiled at you like he was enjoying this. âNo, I don't.âÂ
âYou do.â You muttered, knowing well that he was pushing you into a spot. âThe way youâre with women, it isnât how boyfriends are really, or at least how my mum would expect my boyfriend to be.âÂ
âItâs not like Iâm going to talk dirty to you in front of her.âÂ
Feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, you looked away. âNo I mean⊠you just seem so much moreâŠ.bad boy kinds and Iâve never been the kind to date someone like you, someone whoâs not-âÂ
âA prince wearing a shining armor on a white horse who comes to save the day?âÂ
Yes exactly that, as evident by the many drawings in your childhood journal but Jeonghan did not need to know that.Â
â-someone whoâs not very gentlemanly?âÂ
âSo what do you want me to do? Bow to your mother, kiss her hand, ask for your hand in marriage-âÂ
âI said gentle, not archaic.â You rolled your eyes.
âDo you really want that though?â He turned to you, head cocked in question. âA man who is gentle?â
You tried to avoid his gaze knowing he would read your answer to that like an open book.
âOf course. I'mâŠ.I'm a suburban girl with a boring, uneventful life. IâŠobviously want someone who's soft and sweet and-â
âShow me.âÂ
You turned to him so fast and so wide eyed, you were sure a vessel had burst somewhere.Â
âShow me how you want to be loved.âÂ
Stuttering and at an absolute loss of words, you continued staring at him stupidly. Chuckling softly, like always, Jeonghan leaned close.Â
âIf we need to convince your mother, then you're going to have to teach me what you like, princess.âÂ
Gulping you blinked at him, eyes flickering to his lips. He watched you with raised eyebrows as you hesitatingly mirrored his lean, closing the space between the two of you and gently pressed your mouth onto his.Â
Uncharacteristically, Jeonghan froze.Â
His sudden stiffness instantly brought you back to your senses, making you pull away, ready to apologise and banish yourself into your room forever but before a word could leave your mouth, Jeonghan quickly captured it again, sighing into the kiss, lips moving unnaturally soft.Â
âWell,â He muttered as he drew back and your eyes met his. âWhen I said show me, I meant show me what you wanted me to do to convince your mother about us? I didnât think this was a part of that-âÂ
âGood god.â You groaned, burying your face in your hands and yourself in the couch. What the hell did you just do?
âHey.â Chuckling, Jeonghan pulled your hands away, looking at you keenly. âBe honest with me though, is this really how you like it?âÂ
For some reason, the question seemed rhetorical, like he knew the answer already. Not entirely honest, you nodded slowly.Â
âHuh.â He leaned closer, like he was challenging your answer. âDo you want to know how I like it?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Youâre not really sure how or why that word left your mouth so quickly but clearly, Jeonghan didnât care. Before you knew it, he ran his hand up your thigh, pulling you onto his lap with an ease you did not expect from him.Â
âAre you sure?â He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand, gripping your waist with the other. âYou donât-âÂ
âPlease.â You whispered back and that was all it took for him to hold your face and pull you down onto his mouth, lips ravenous against yours. As your hands fisted the material of his shirt, his slipped in your hair, gripping it in a way that surprisingly didnât hurt. Rather it felt good, like you wanted him to guide you the way he wanted, the way he liked, in any way he needed you to submit to him. As his hand ran down your back, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting like a mistake, a scandal and a terrible decision all at once but somehow you couldnât stop. Even when he pulled back to breathe, you descended upon him immediately, oxygen be damned because for the first time in forever, something in you was truly alive. Smirking against your lips Jeonghan grabbed your ass, rocking you against him, the outline of his hard length evident under you. You moaned very audibly when he broke away, placing a line of kisses down your neck while your hands, out of their own will, began unbuttoning your shirt.
âFuck princess, I knew you had a wild side.â He muttered against your skin, tongue running along the bruise he had made.Â
You had no idea. You had no idea an animal as hungry as this was inside you - the dull feeling that you had been getting between your legs all these days was turning into a terribly unbearable ache. You could not ignore it anymore.Â
âI need you-â You gasped, not expecting his mouth on the swell of your breasts. âI need your help, please Jeong-âÂ
And perhaps he wouldâve helped if not for the sound of the lock turning.Â
Your mother stood outside, balancing the bags in her hand, struggling to open the door with her spare set of keys. When she had managed to unlock the door and swing it open, she was met with the sight of her child and her apparent boyfriend sitting side by side expectantly. She however did not notice the mismatched buttoning of your shirt, or Jeonghanâs red, flushed expression or your hand awkwardly covering something on your neck.Â
âMom, youâre here, what a surprise.â Smiling wide and fake, you walked up to the woman setting her bags down on the kitchen counter, frowning at you.Â
âI let you know I was coming like half an hour ago.âÂ
âRight.â You mumbled as Jeonghan joined, standing beside you. Getting a hold of yourself, you moved to stand next to your mother putting some much needed distance between you and the man you were practically dying to jump. âThis is uh, Jeonghan. Heâs⊠heâs actuallyâŠâÂ
âThe boyfriend.â Jeonghan and your mother answered at the same time, taking each other aback.Â
âWell, well.â Your mother looked at him up and down in scrutiny before breaking into a smile. âSomething tells me you and I are going to get along great, Jeonghan. I want to hear all about how the two of you met.âÂ
If there is anything youâve learnt about Jeonghan today, it was that he was an excellent storyteller. Honestly, you wouldnât have been surprised if he was one of those people who wrote fanfictions on the internet as a hobby because wow did he have the talent for it.Â
As you were putting away all the things your mother bought you and he told her the apparent story of how the two of you met, you too listened in awe, stopping your work and staring at him, amazed. Your mother kept laughing, asking why you were behaving like you were listening to this story for the first time when you actually lived it. Laughing weakly you continued to listen, trying to look less awestruck.
Youâre not quite sure how Jeonghan learned the idea of romance within minutes because strangely, the story he made up was nothing short of a fairytale, one that had absolutely convinced your mother.Â
âOh Hannie.â She cooed, rubbing his arm. âIâm so glad my baby found you. There could not have been anyone more perfect.âÂ
As she looked at you fondly over her shoulder, Jeonghan shot you a triumphant smirk. You returned their looks with a hard smile of your own.Â
The rest of the day went pretty the same way - Your mother busied herself with making you some soup and dishes for lunch while Jeonghan stood nearby, entertaining her with his words and stories. Neither of them seemed to notice how you were doing. For one, you were feeling extremely hot - it was a cool day yet you were sweating like crazy, your cheeks were hot, and just the fabric of your clothes touching your skin felt weirdly uncomfortable. You were also strangely jumpy - every time Jeonghan so much as passed by you or his hand accidentally brushed any part of your skin, you would react like you were touched by a few hundred volts of electricity. The worst thing of them all was having to sit next to him during lunch - sure it was easier when you didnât have to look at him eye to eye but the soft kisses on your cheek and forehead??? The wiping of food on the edge of your mouth??? The constant brushing of your hair away from your face?? It was all getting a little too unbearable.Â
And it didnât help that you were already incredibly wet from your little escapade earlier, your panties sticking to you uncomfortable throughout all of this, only getting wetter if that were even possible.
Jeonghan seemed to have finally noticed your situation way too late in the day.Â
After lunch your mom took over the entertainment, showing Jeonghan pictures of you as a kid, telling him all your embarrassing stories. Soon, the sun set outside and usually, your mother, who liked to leave before it was too dark, insisted she wanted to have dinner with her daughterâs boyfriend. That was how the three of you found yourself in your usual bbq place with Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, all looking at you, wide eyed.Â
Perhaps it was the many hours that she spent with Jeonghan today or watching him interact with your three best friends so casually or looking at him play with the cats in the neighborhood, by the time your tipsy mother made it back to your apartment, she could not stop gushing about how Jeonghan was the best thing that ever happened to you. The praises only stopped when she finally resorted to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, leaving you standing and looking out of the balcony, finally alone, finally at peace.Â
That didnât last for long as Jeonghan stood beside you, trying to figure out what you were so intently staring at.Â
âGotta give it to you.â You scoffed. âI was worried my mom would doubt us but youâre a natural.âÂ
âIt helped that it was you.âÂ
Confused, you turned to him.Â
âI mean, the little demonstration of what you pretend to like and what you really like kinda helped.â He smirked.
Knowing he was trying to put you on the spot again, you looked away, âYou think you know everythingâŠ.âÂ
âI do. You think I havenât noticed that youâve been incredibly turned on since our little make out session?â You froze, unable to take your eyes off the empty street. âI could smell the arousal on you all day princess and quite frankly, itâs been driving me crazy.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You mumbled, trying to leave only to be pulled back as Jeonghan trapped you between him and the railing before you.Â
His fingers ran down your arm slowly, âAre you telling me if I were to slip my hand between your legs, I wonât find you soaking wet?âÂ
âJeonghan please.â You whispered. âY-you canât say such things-âÂ
âYou could admit itâŠ.or I could check for myself.âÂ
It was like the words were stuck in your throat, the shame not letting you say anything. To begin with it was already embarrassing enough to come to terms with the fact that you were immensely attracted to this man, you have been since you laid eyes on him, but to admit that he had you desperate for him all day and wanted him in any and all ways possible? That was entirely a whole other level of mortification.Â
Jeonghan let out a breath, muttering in your ear. âI canât help you if you wonât ask me to.âÂ
You gulped. âSo begging really gets you off huh?âÂ
âYes, but you donât need to.â He smiled, his fingers running across the elastic of your bottoms. âYou just need to say the word. Say you want this. Say you want me.â
When you didnât respond to him despite a whole minute passing by, he let out a deep breath, stepping back with an understanding nod. Given how just that minimal distance between the two of you made your stomach drop, you finally cracked, holding him by the hand, pulling him back to press against your back. Holding your breath you dragged his hand, guiding it once again along the elastic of your pants.Â
You couldnât see but Jeonghan looked at you concerned. âHere?âÂ
âIf you donât touch me right now I might just cry.â You muttered, thankful you couldnât see what you assumed would be a triumphant expression, pushing his hand further down, past the hem of your underwear. âPlease Jeonghan.âÂ
Two very long and frustrating heartbeats later, he finally angled his hand, moving further down.
âFuck.â He groaned as his digits met the slick between your folds. âWere you this soaked all day?âÂ
You nodded, whispering. âBeen achingâŠ...âÂ
âTrust me, not more than I have.â He moved closer to you, pressing against your back, his erection confirming his words. The thought of potentially feeling that inside you made your mouth practically water, as you pressed your legs closer, squeezing his hand in between them.Â
Jeonghanâs finger grazed over your clit, making you keen and hold onto the railing for dear life.Â
âPlease.â That was all you could say with the way his fingers were teasing your entrance. âPlease, please, please-âÂ
Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand, pulling you back against his chest, whispering gruffly. âSave the begging for next time y/n.âÂ
Next time?Â
You gulped, body taut with anticipation, mind still reeling over his words as Jeonghan finally pushed in not one but two fingers at the same time, his thumb grazing over your clit simultaneously, your hand reflexively gripping his wrist. Maybe because youâve been silently thirsting over this man for almost a week now, or because you have been inexplicably horny all day, or because you just realised that the two of you were quite literally doing this out in the open where anyone could catch you in the act but the moment Jeonghanâs fingers pushed all the way in and he pressed on your clit, your walls clamped around his digits, back arching against him, your moan held back by his hand against your mouth. As your orgasm washed over you in waves, you panted against him, trying to catch your breath, the stars in the night sky suddenly swarming in front of your eyes.Â
âDidâŠâ For the first time ever, Jeonghan stuttered, like he was confused. âDid you just cum?âÂ
Your arousal dripped down his fingers, giving him his answer.Â
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â He groaned. âor felt, rather.âÂ
As the pleasurable feeling began to ebb and the embarrassment took over, you tried to pry yourself away from his grip only for him to hold you more firmly, further pushing his fingers in. Overstimulated, your protests came out muffled against his hand, as you unwittingly clamped around him again.Â
âDonât.â He warned, head dipping to the crook of your neck, sighing. âGod, youâd feel like heaven around me.â You smiled slightly at his words, just a little proud, making him chuckle. âYou like the thought of that, donât you?âÂ
Given your new found bravado, you slowly nodded and Jeonghan pulled himself back with resolve. âItâs not very gentlemanly to fuck a woman after making her come just once.â Finally taking his hand off your mouth and sadly also pulling his fingers out you, he turned you around swiftly, pushing you up against the wall behind him. âGive me another one.â He muttered against your ear.Â
Although the post orgasm haze and more importantly, the post horny haze was receding and you were suddenly hyper aware that you were out in the open, Jeonghanâs deep voice, as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, âCome on, be good for me.â, made your decision.
 Oh you could be so good for him.Â
Threading your fingers in his hair, you pressed yourself up against him, nodding almost too eagerly. Smiling against your skin, Jeonghan slipped his hand between your bodies, sliding his fingers past all the layers of cloth keeping you away from him. You sighed like you were drowning in ecstasy as his fingers found your hole again, wasting no time to push his fingers in, curling almost instantly. When you gasped at the feeling of him grazing that spot, Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand once again, pressing you against the wall.Â
âNot here.â He warned but his actions seemed to be trying to do the exact opposite, fingers pumping in and out of you fast, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure. âAfter this we are going inside and youâre gonna choose where you want to get railed and there, you can scream all you want.âÂ
You whined, both at the idea of him taking you on nearly every surface of your house and feeling everything inside you tighten once again. Jeonghanâs thumb began circling on your clit once again, making you squirm, knees almost buckling as you gripped his arm hard to steady yourself.
You could hear the sound of a plane flying high above, the beeping of a reversing car from somewhere below, the chatter from your neighbourâs television - somehow all of it exhilarated you. The thought of getting caught with Jeonghan knuckles deep inside you was weirdly, insanely hotâŠ. until you heard the next sound - the bathroom door opening.Â
Quickly pulling Jeonghanâs hand from your mouth and pushing him back much to his surprise, you harshly whispered. âMy mom!âÂ
Jeonghan immediately pulled his hand away, giving you just enough time to adjust your pants and smoothen the crinkles on your clothes before your mother walked into the balcony looking for the two of you.Â
Yet again, you were both smiling at her, abnormally and unnaturally wide. She frowned but overlooked it, announcing her decision instead. âIâll need an extra pillow for my back, Iâm staying the night.âÂ
Jeonghan and you exchanged looks at the unexpected news as the older woman narrowed her eyes at the two of you. âIs there a problem?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You tore your eyes away from Jeonghan. âI was just trying to remember where the extra bedding isâŠ.âÂ
âItâs at the bottom of your closet.â He muttered. âIâll grab it.âÂ
Jeonghan walked out of there quickly, not meeting your motherâs eyes as she leaned against the railing, looking out, saying something about how it was going to rain like crazy tonight.Â
You watched him disappear into the house and were about to turn your attention to your mother when he took a step back, catching your eye. As you raised your eyebrows in question, Jeonghan slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, yeah the two that were inside you moments ago, pulling them out with a pop. Laughing at your mortified expression, he walked away, leaving you with your heartbeat ringing in your ears.Â
Tonight was far from over.Â
Day 8 of 10Â
Much to your disappointment, nothing else happened last night.Â
Excusing yourself from your mother, the first thing you did was to shower, hoping youâd feel somewhat less filthy after your escapade in the balcony. Surprisingly, more than feeling scandalized about the madness you had indulged in, you found yourself disappointed that you didnât get the chance to cum on Jeonghanâs fingers again. Part of you wanted to finish off in the shower by yourself but you knew after Jeonghan, there was no way you could feel the same kind of high in your own - it was him or nothing.Â
By the time you had stepped out, Jeonghan had pillows and blankets piled up next to him on the couch and from the room, your mother called out to you. Shooting him a disappointed look which he returned, you retired to your room, sleeping next to her on your bed after a whole damn week.Â
That was perhaps why you woke up when it was way past 11 in the morning, body well rested after so long. When you stretched, walking out of your room, you could hear Jeonghan and your mother talking over the sound of what you guessed was them making breakfast.Â
â....that experience isolated my poor child.â You frowned hearing your motherâs voice. âAfter that she quit fashion school, moved away from everything she considered her world till that point-âÂ
âMom!â Walking over quickly, you interrupted the conversation. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMaking breakfast.â She shrugged as Jeonghan walked up to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple, rubbing your arm like he sensed you were angry. âAnd telling Han about that shithead Bohyun-âÂ
âMom.â You spoke between gritted teeth. âThereâs no need to talk about him early in the morning-âÂ
âItâs half past 11-âÂ
âMom!â Looking at her exasperatedly, you crossed your arms. âDonât you have to give grandma her medicines, what are you still doing here?âÂ
âWould you look at that Han?â She looked at Jeonghan, shaking her head. âSheâs throwing her own mother out of the house.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not-âÂ
âThe disrespect I tell you.â She continued, ignoring you. âWhen all I wish is the best for her. I told her. I told her back then not to date that boy. If she had listened to me things wouldnât have been like this-âÂ
âOkay, thatâs it, Iâm done here.â Giving up, you turned away, heading to your studio and locked yourself in. You would now do what you always did every time your dreaded ex came across your mind - throw yourself into your work and forget the rest of the world.
In a way, you had to thank your mother for reminding you about that man and consequently pushing you towards your work cause god were you way behind schedule. You knew you were falling behind but you didnât know it was this bad until you noticed all your deadlines menacingly staring at you from your calendar. Without wasting time, you got back into the mechanical pursuit of your job, the way you usually did when you had a surmount of orders. You only ever stepped out twice, once for lunch and once for dinner, settling for the food your mother had made for you, scarfing it down within minutes before returning to your designs.Â
It was only when your shoulders began to miserably ache way past your bedtime that you dragged yourself to the living and found Jeonghan sitting in front of the tv. Surprisingly, you had forgotten all about him in the last many hours, a strange guilt rising in your chest as you sat beside him. Jeonghan did not turn to you as you approached.Â
âAre youâŠâ You laughed at the screen. âAre you watching Princess and the Frog?âÂ
He nodded.
âAs a child, I never understood this movie.â You leaned back into the couch. âI always thought the prince was supposed to save the princess. Instead he turned out to be a playboy and dragged her through his miserable fate too.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed in response.Â
âI canât remember the last time I watched this.â You fiddled with your hands, trying to make conversation. âSeungkwan hates this movie so he never lets us watch during movie nights too.âÂ
Jeonghan simply hummed again.Â
Sighing, you turned to him. âAre youâŠ.angry or something?âÂ
âIâm not angry, just thinking.âÂ
âAbout what?âÂ
âThe things your mother told me about you and your past.â Jeonghan let out a deep breath, contemplating for a bit before finally talking. âI donât understand when people forget themselves in a relationship. It makes no sense to lose yourself in love.âÂ
âThatâs because youâve never been in love.â You watched the screen as the two animated frogs ran through the forest. âThatâs just how it is.âÂ
âIf thatâs love then I donât ever want to be in it.âÂ
âYeah well thatâs the part that sucks.â You scoffed. âYou donât really get to choose. Love just happens.âÂ
Jeonghan finally turned to you. âYou read too many fairy tales, princess.âÂ
Smiling at the familiar nickname, you leaned back into the couch. âI did, as a child. I grew up in a world of fairy tales. Thatâs where I met Bohyun, my ex.âÂ
Now Jeonghan had all his attention on you.Â
âWe were re-enacting Sleeping Beauty for a school play - I was Aurora and he was Prince Philip. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first of many things to be honest. We lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same schools, had the same friends⊠I even enrolled into fashion school because he wanted to study fashion and I wanted to be with him.â You sighed looking at Jeonghanâs expression. âYeah I can tell you donât like that. Honestly, that wasnât the worst decision I made. I actually really grew to love fashion designing, I canât imagine myself doing anything else. Itâs all the stuff after that I failed to see. Rather, I did see it all butâŠ. I guess I was too much of a coward to do anything about it.âÂ
Jeonghan waited quietly for you to continue.Â
âIt started with him disappearing for long hours, then it became days together. On some days he would give explanations and on some days he would in turn scold me for not trusting him? All this went on till the last semester of fashion school when as my mother would have told you, IâŠ.found him cheating on me.âÂ
Jeonghan looked like he expected that outcome.Â
âThe crazier thing was, I actually begged him to leave her and come back to me. It took a while but he eventually did and I thought everything was back to normal again but something had changed. I refused to see it but he became strangely controlling. He would want to have a say in who my friends were, he didnât like me hanging out with people he didn't get along with, he became more demanding aboutâŠ.â You gulped, voice dropping a little. â...sex. It was like he knew how much I needed him, likeâŠ.âÂ
âHe knew you didnât know how to say no.â Jeonghan completed for you, and you nodded.Â
âBut then he cheated again, and came back again and then cheated yet again and I took him back again and it just kept going on and on untilâŠ. one day he asked me for a lot of money, to help kick start his new business.â You sighed. âDo you remember that dream space I told you about? It was originally my grandmotherâs old kimbap shop, one that she gifted me, so I could open my own boutique there one day. I uh sold it, to get him the money he wanted andâŠ.he used it to buy his other girlfriend a house.âÂ
Jeonghanâs jaw tightened like he was mad.Â
âAfter that blow, I quit school and moved away from that neighbourhood to this place, my grandmotherâs apartment. Everyone thought I was done with him and was trying to move on butâŠ. I was honestly running away. Because I knew if he came backâŠ.â
âYou still wouldnât be able to say no.âÂ
You nodded. âI am pathetic, arenât I?âÂ
âYeah, a little.â Jeonghan scoffed. âI donât understand love, and Iâve never been in it, but one would have to be a fool to not be in love with you.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan, slightly taken aback.Â
âThe world is harsh and cold and selfish Y/n. No one thinks about anything beyond themselves. And thereâs you, putting the person you love above everything. Itâs both pathetic and noble.â Jeonghan turned off the movie as the credits began rolling. âBut you cannot put your self respect on the line for assholes like him, you deserve much better than that.âÂ
âI know.â You sighed. âI wish I knew how to.âÂ
âBy speaking your mind.â Jeonghan stated like it was obvious. âBy refusing the things you donât want. By asking for the things you do want. By talking about how you feelâŠ. Not just when youâre drunk but also in all your senses.âÂ
Recalling that drunk night in the bathroom you laughed softly. He wasnât wrong. Things between the two of you had changed drastically since that conversation. A strange gratitude swelled in your heart towards Jeonghan and how though he had been with you for barely a week, he had understood you better than anyone had. Turning him to you, you placed a soft kiss on his mouth, muttering a heartfelt âThank you.âÂ
Jeonghan, though, rolled his eyes. âY/n, Iâm not even kidding, my grandmother kisses me like this.âÂ
You laughed as he reached for you, attempting to pull you into his lap yet again but you beat him to it, clambering in yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear.Â
Jeonghan smiled at the sight of you above him. âHey.âÂ
âHi.âÂ
âIs there something you want?âÂ
âYes.â You whispered, taking his face in your hands and kissing him again, this time, slipping your tongue in his mouth. Jeonghanâs lips curled into a smile as he pressed back, breaking free only to softly bite on your lower lip. Sighing dreamily, you rocked your hips against his, guided by his hands. You softly mumbled, holding back a moan. âWe didnât get to finishâŠ. whatever we were doing last night.âÂ
âAnd what was that?âÂ
â.....you know what.âÂ
âUse your words princess,â His voice went low and gruff, sending a tingle across your groin. âYou were far from shy with my fingers inside you.âÂ
âDonâtâŠ.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands sneaked under your shirt, more than pleased to not find the hooks of a bra. âBedroom.â
You shook your head slowly, muttering. âToo far.âÂ
Chuckling Jeonghan leaned back. âYou want me to take you right here?âÂ
âYou said I could choose next timeâŠ.âÂ
âI also asked you to beg next time.â He whispered, tongue running over his lower lip, hands dragging you hips along his length. âSo tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers again.âÂ
âPlease.â You gasped. âJust fuck meâŠÂ with anything.âÂ
âAnythingâŠâ He repeated amused, before pulling your shirt over your head. No sooner did the material leave you, his mouth descended on your boob, pulling you in, towards him. Threading your fingers in his hair you gripped it as a moan slipped out of you - never in your life had you ever been this obscene but something about doing it with Jeonghan felt like this was the big catharsis of your life, waiting to happen.Â
With a swift movement he flipped you onto your back, laying you on the couch, hovering over you. Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving nimbly, thank god for fashion school. Jeonghan laughed as you attempted to push the fabric off his shoulders, holding your hands by the wrists, pinning it to your chest.Â
âEager aren't we?â He looked at you in a way that could only be described as mocking. âIf only you were honest with me from the start we could have been doing this for so long.âÂ
âI'm sorry-âÂ
âShhh.â Head raised, you watched him drag his mouth down your chest, inching closer to your abdomen. âI hate apologies. You either own it or fix it.âÂ
âHow can I fix it?âÂ
âBy telling me what you really want.â Pulling your shorts off your legs, he hovered right above where you were aching once again.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â Falling back onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. âI really don't. I just know that Iâve been weirdly winded and uneasy for a long time and it feels like youâre the only one who can help- oh my god.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you raised yourself on your elbows to see Jeonghan right between your legs, his mouth pressed onto your panties right there.Â
âLike this?â He grinned before peppering small kisses on the inside of your thigh.Â
When words refused to leave your dried up throat, you nodded slowly, not looking at him. Leaving your hands Jeonghan hooked his fingers on the elastic of your underwear, âUp.â and pulled it down your raised hips. As it joined the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor, suddenly you were hyper aware of the fact that you were completely bare while Jeonghan was still almost entirely clothed. Reflexively, your legs tried to squeeze shut, but Jeonghanâs hands stopped them, pulling them over his shoulders instead.Â
âI wish you could see yourself from my eyes Y/n.â He looked at you, eyes darkened in desire. You probably looked like a flushed, panting mess, completely missing the admiration etched on Jeonghanâs face.Â
Aware of Jeonghan and his ability to tease and especially his affinity for begging, you opened your mouth to do just the same but what left it was an unholy moan as Jeonghan descended upon you like he was ravenous. As though just his mouth on your clit wasnât making you lose your mind, his digits too slipped in, pumping slowly. He mustâve liked it when your fingers automatically threaded into his hair because his groan reverberated against your core making your back arch off the couch in pleasure.Â
Oral was completely new territory - you had never gotten or given it, god knows why considering this was clearly the best thing that has ever happened to you. As discussed yesterday, you let every sound leave your mouth freely, unbothered about the neighbours or people living around. Frankly it could be the end of the world and you wouldnât care, not with what Jeonghanâs tongue was doing inside you. He too seemed to enjoy your audible reactions and the way it told him just how you liked it, his fingers and mouth taking turns to manhandle you.Â
âJeonghan fu-fuck, right there.â You nearly sobbed as his fingers found your sweet spot, the one that made your toes quite literally curl.Â
âDonât cum Y/n, I donât want to be done just yet.âÂ
Well then he should have behaved like it because seconds after he said that you felt that tightening coil in you snap as you embarrassingly loudly, came on his tongue, riding it out against his mouth. Licking his lips Jeonghan pulled himself away from your legs, hovering above you once more, kissing you again. The taste of you in his mouth felt sinful but you let yourself be carried away by it as his hand ran up your thigh seductively before grabbing your more petite hand, placing it right where he was rock hard. As your mouth practically watered at how long and heavy he felt in your hands, Jeonghan buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little bite marks of red.Â
âI thought gentlemen didnât make a woman cum just once.â You muttered, gripping his erection the best you could in that angle and over his sweats.Â
Jeonghan hissed, his voice dropping an octave. âI thought you didnât want anything gentle?âÂ
âIâŠ.I donât.â You confessed out loud for the first time. âDo whatever you want, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrows both pleased and impressed as his fingers toyed with the slick dripping between your folds. Eyes shut tight, you waited to feel him ravage you once again instead, you were met with the sound of a loud knock on your door.Â
Both Jeonghan and you looked at each other wondering if that was just imagination till another knock pulled you to your senses.Â
âPlease donât tell me thatâs your mother again.â Jeonghan quickly sat up, hands moving to button himself up.Â
âI hope not.â You got off the couch hurriedly, grabbed your clothes from the floor and quickly threw them on, smoothing out your hair. Jeonghan walked up to the door, waiting with his hand on the handle for you to look decent as you and your wobbly self tried to keep it together. The moment you pulled your shirt over your head and adjusted your shorts, Jeonghan opened the door and your heart dropped to your stomach.Â
Standing at the entrance was a young woman dressed in an unbelievably tight black dress, her hair held up by a high ponytail as she blew her baby pink bubblegum. She looked up from her phone at you then at the door number as though she was confirming if she was in the right place. You knew exactly why she was here and for whom.Â
Unable to comprehend how exactly to react in this situation, you grabbed your jacket from the stand and walked past Jeonghan, harshly pulling away from his attempt to hold you back. Not even glancing back, you disappeared into the night doing what you did best - running away.Â
âY/n.âÂ
When you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of Jeonghanâs face high above, upside down.Â
âOh my god.â You gasped slowly. âYour mouth is on your forehead and your eyes are on your chin.â
âAnd youâre clearly drunk. Again.â He walked around, lying down on the grass beside you. âWhich means it's time for both stupidity and honesty.âÂ
You turned your head towards him. âDid you just call me stupid?âÂ
Jeonghan mirrored you. âI also called you honest.âÂ
âHmm. Then I'll be honest. I don't want to talk to you.âÂ
âDo you want me to go then?âÂ
âNo.â You sighed. âI don't want you to go⊠to her.âÂ
âShe's gone. I sent her away the moment you left.â
âWhy did it take you so long to come to me then?â You pouted as Jeonghan laughed.Â
âI thought you'd be at the restaurant. I didn't expect to find you lying in the middle of the football field.âÂ
In all fairness, that was a valid point - you didn't want to face the boys right now so you purchased a few bottles of soju from the supermarket which were now lying empty around you.Â
âWhy did she come?â
âI didnât call anyone today.â He sighed. âItâs just, the instruction was for a new one to come every night. They came the last two nights too, I sent them away, just like I did today.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ. Because we,â Jeonghan cleared his throat. âI mean you and I-âÂ
âWhy do you need a new girl every night?âÂ
âI'm not sure.â Jeonghan turned away, staring at the stars. âI guess I'm justâŠÂ looking for a human connection with someone.âÂ
âLike that?â You scoffed. âBy sleeping with someone new everyday?âÂ
âI donât know Y/n, I don't even know how what Iâm searching for feels. Perhaps Iâm just looking for someone who makes me feelâŠ.. Normal? Like Iâm worthy of being cared for.âÂ
âDid you manage to find anyoneâŠ. who makes you feel like that?âÂ
Jeonghan turned to you with a small smile, eyes roaming over your features. âYes but ironically, not by sleeping with them.âÂ
You hummed, pausing for a silent minute.Â
âDid you never want to try and find that with me?â Eyes big and curious you turned to him. âDid you never want to sleep with me?âÂ
âI did. From the moment I laid my eyes on you.â Jeonghan recalled the first ever words he said to you. I love you. Maybe he didn't just say it out of relief. Maybe a part of him subconsciously knew this was it. You were it. âBut you quite literally kept running away from me. Hell, you couldn't even say the word âsex'-â
âI want to have sex with you.â You sat up in a flash. âJeonghan I really do want to have sex with you-âÂ
âYou're drunk.â Jeonghan chuckled. âSober you may not want the same thing-âÂ
âIt does. Every me wants this. Jeonghan-â To his complete surprise, you climbed onto him, straddling him around the waist, palms planted on his chest. â-I'm serious. Didn't you say I was honest when I'm drunk?âÂ
âI also said you were stupid when drunk.â He tucked your hair behind your ear fondly. âIt wonât be right to do anything now.âÂ
âFine. Iâll be sober by the morning and ask you first thing when I wake up, do you promise to fuck me right here?âÂ
âOut here? Ok thatâs a bit much even for me.â Jeonghan laughed. âYouâre a lot wilder than I anticipated, princess.âÂ
âUgh.â You groaned, lying down on his chest, eyes fluttering shut from the tiredness. âI think you bring out the worst in me.âÂ
âBut somehow you bring out the best in me.â Jeonghan stroked your head softly. âI can't remember the last time I felt this free and happy. Strangely, I think I've grown to like this little domestic life with you. The cooking, the shopping, the grandmas, the kids, your momâŠ..does it all have to end in 2 days?âÂ
When he didnât get a response, Jeonghan glanced down only to find you fast asleep, mouth slightly open. Laughing silently he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as he too dozed off into a peaceful slumber. Â
Day 9 of 10Â
You woke up to the feeling of harsh sunlight on your face which was not unusual given you always slept next to the window. What was unusual was waking up in the middle of the football field wrapped in Jeonghan's arms.
You're fully awake in the blink of an eye, mortified by the thought of people having seen the two of you, although no one seemed to be around as far as the eye could see.
âGood morning princess.â Jeonghan yawned, slowly waking up, his arms loosening around you. Taking the chance you slid off him, mumbling a small âmorning.â in reply.
Jeonghan snickered, glancing at you. âSomeone's definitely sober.âÂ
âWe should goâŠ.before someone sees us.âÂ
As you looked around trying to spot any unwelcome viewers, Jeonghan raised himself on his elbow, looking down at you.Â
âLast night you didn't seem to care.âÂ
âJeonghanâŠ.â His finger traced down your arm seductively. âPlease let's go home.âÂ
Reading into your urgency, Jeonghan nodded, pulling you up to your feet. As the two of you walked away, his hand was still interlocked in yours.Â
The streets near your house somehow looked more alive today. Suddenly everyone you knew was out on the street, waving you hi, wishing you good morning, smiling slightly at the sight of the two of you walking hand in hand. Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who normally only turned up in the evening for their shift after classes, were also standing outside the restaurant, looking at the two of you quizzically. As Jeonghan spotted them he let your hand go, greeting them with a nod before glancing at the convenience store.Â
âIâm gonna grab breakfast.â He stepped back. âWeâre going to need our energy for whatâs coming.â
As he walked off with a wink and you tried to suppress your excited smile, the boys jogged up to you, gathering around.Â
âDid I just see you two hold hands?â Soonyoung poked your arm with a smirk.Â
âSoonyoung later.â Seungkwan shut him up. âY/n, you have Jeonghanâs phone right?âÂ
âH-his phone?â You shook your head. âNot right now. Itâs in the drawer of the tv cabinetâŠ. I think?âÂ
âWell we gotta message that guy, assistant 1, remind him to keep the money ready.âÂ
You blinked like all the words he said just went over your head.Â
Seungkwan looked at you pointedly, âTomorrow is the tenth day Y/n, remember what weâre doing all this for?âÂ
âAre you okay?â Seokmin glanced at you lost in thought.Â
No, no you did not think you were okay.Â
âNo.âÂ
That was the first word that left you the moment you entered your house and Jeonghan closed the door behind you.Â
âI mean, you were right. Sober me doesnât want the same thing.âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you trying not to show the surprise and confusion on his face. You, on the other hand, finally had clarity - this was Jeonghan. Mafia boss Yoon Jeonghan. The man who was on the run from the cops, the man who you were in fact holding for a ransom, the man who will be gone in a day. This wasnât you - sleeping with a man because you couldnât keep it in your pants. You had no idea why you were behaving like this.Â
âJeonghan, I'm a relationship kind of girl. I canât sleep with someone whoâŠ. Who isnât a permanent part of my life. Whoâs justâŠ. in it for one night.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âJeonghan youâre the kind who needs a new woman every night and Iâm not interested in being a part of that long list-â
âDid you not hear a word I said last night?âÂ
âYou told me to learn how to say no.â You raised your hands. âIâve learnt it and this is me saying no. â You let out a deep, determined breath. âI donât want this.âÂ
Jeonghan stared at you for a minute before his eyes fell to the floor.Â
âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that he walked past you, finishing everything just as easily as it started.Â
Strangely, the rest of the day, Jeonghan didnât behave any differently than he usually did. You expected him to be mad or at least upset but quite frankly, he seemed unbothered. You did notice though that he ordered his own food for lunch and seemed particularly cautious about how he was around you in your personal space. Gone was the Jeonghan who liked to lean in to say the simplest of things.Â
His lack of botheration though, particularly bothered you. From the things he had said and the way he had behaved, it seemed like he wanted you as much as you wanted him so how was it so easy for him to put so much distance between the two of you when it was excruciatingly painful for you to stay even a foot away from him? How was he able to be so calm and casual, like you didnât just completely cast him aside? How did it not matter to him that you didnât want him to be a part of your life?Â
It was because of all this consistent overthinking that you could only manage to keep yourself away from Jeonghan for about five hours, till around sunset. Finding a pack of condoms in the bag of food he brought from the supermarket was probably what finally set you off.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You threw the pack onto the couch beside him.
Jeonghan glanced at the pack, then at you. âBased on last nightâs conversation, I assumed certain things about today, so I thought that was a sensible purchase.âÂ
âExactly, why arenât you more upset?â You crossed your arms. âI told you I wanted to last night, you even prepared for it, then in the very last second, I said no-âÂ
âThatâs exactly why Iâm not upset.â Sighing, Jeonghan stood. âY/n, Iâm glad you said no. Iâm happy you learnt to say it. I couldn't care less that Iâm the first victim of this newfound voice, Iâm just happy you found it.âÂ
You blinked at him.
âI know youâre thinking about the future and thatâs fair. I donât know how long I can be here or if I will be forced to be on the run again, or what really is in store for me but Iâm just happy that even if Iâm not there, you will be able to respect yourself the way I do. That you wonât compromise with what you want for what others want from you-âÂ
Strangely overwhelmed, you pulled him by his shirt and claimed his breath with a kiss. Almost instantly, Jeonghan kissed you back, hands gripping your waist, mouth ravenously capturing yours like the five hours you were apart were unbearable for him too.Â
âWait.â He pulled back when the loss of breath somehow brought him back to his senses. âY/n what-âÂ
âFuck me Jeonghan.âÂ
âDidnât you say-âÂ
âI take it back.âÂ
âY/n.â Jeonghan pulled away, holding you at an arm's distance. âDonât do things youâll regret.âÂ
âBut I want this.â You kissed him again, muttering against his mouth. âI want you.âÂ
Jeonghan clearly, if anything, was a man. The moment you whispered a soft please, grinding your hip against his, he smashed his lips onto yours again, refusing to break away even though the two of you could barely find footing as you stumbled to your room. He only parted when the back of his knees hit your bed, forcing him to sit down and he looked up at you between the tresses falling into his eyes. You pushed it back, running the back of your hand along his cheek.Â
âI wish the world looked at me the way you do.âÂ
âIf anyone else looked at you this way,â Jeonghan raised his eyebrows. âIâm afraid it's going to be the last thing they ever look at.âÂ
You laughed rolling your eyes. âA little admiration isnât a crime.âÂ
âIf admiration is what you want, then I shall bend the will of every man in the city into doing so.â He smirked, attempting to bite your fingers lingering by his lips. âLet me properly show you mine first.âÂ
As he tugged on your shirt you obediently pulled it over your head as he stripped out of his own. It wasnât the first time the two of you were seeing each other shirtless but there was a strange charged energy rippling between you now, one that was almost impossible to ignore. As you bent down to kiss him again, his hands found the hooks of your bra, unclasping them as you quickly dragged it down your arms, tossing it somewhere. His hand ran up the insides of your thigh, a jolt running through you when his fingers grazed over your clit. As you gasped, he took the chance to pull you closer by the leg, running his mouth below your belly button.Â
âJeonghan, havenât we had enough foreplay?â You sighed, throwing your head back as he marked your skin, slowly pulling both your shorts and underwear in one go. âWeâve been doing this for days, letâs just get to it please.âÂ
âTo what?â Feigning innocence he smirked, running his tongue along his teeth.Â
âFucking.â You pushed him back into the bed. âFuck me Jeonghan. Properly. Your dick inside me kinds.â
Jeonghan raised himself on his elbows, laughing. âLook at you, using your big girl words.âÂ
Kicking off the rest of your clothes, you attempted to straddle him when he pulled you into the mattress and in a flash, you were lying on the bed and he was towering over you instead. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a condom and threw it at you.Â
âOpen it.âÂ
Holding the wrapper between your teeth, you ripped it open as fast as you could, earning a tutting noise from Jeonghan.Â
âY/n, you could make a hole like that.âÂ
You stared at him blankly, like you were supposed to understand what he was saying when he was standing there with his pants discarded, stroking himself. Your mouth was in a strange combination of being dry but also somehow almost drooling. Almost the same way you wanted him both in your mouth and rearranging your organs down under, all at once. Jeonghan chuckled at your inability to function as he gently grabbed the latex from you and rolled it over his length. You shouldnât have expressed so much eagerness to have him fuck you - you couldâve felt every vein and ridge you were seeing in your mouth first but that thought dissipated the moment Jeonghan hovered over you, grabbing you by the jaw. Almost reflexively, your mouth opened for him, allowing him to slide his thumb in as you earnestly sucked it, hoping his smirk would turn into the hunger to feel your lips around him. As much as Jeonghan did tell you to ask for what you want, you had a feeling if you told him just how desperate you were to have him fuck your mouth, he would never let you live it down.Â
âI know what you want.â Jeonghan spoke under his breath as his hand trailed down your body, slipping between your legs. âBut I want this a lot more. Is that okay?âÂ
Okay? You nodded immediately - it was absolutely okay. You just wanted to be full of him one way or another. Jeonghan shook his head.
âWords baby.â He slid his thumb in, almost embarrassingly easily, as he stared at his finger disappear inside you. âAlthough this is telltale, we will do whatever you want.â He leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. âIâll give you whatever you want.âÂ
âYou.â You breathed out, âHowever, wherever-âÂ
And the words died on your tongue when he swiftly pulled his finger out and immediately entered you, gently pushing in till he bottomed out. Chest heaving, you could feel yourself panting as your body tried to adjust to his girth. Jeonghan groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered around him, still getting accustomed to the stretch.Â
âI knew youâd feel good.âÂ
âY-yeah?â
âYou feel fucking perfect.â Jeonghan pulled back just a little, his hips setting a slow rhythm. âI could be in you forever.â
Before a proud smile could even fully form on your face, Jeonghan picked up the pace, making your lips part with a moan.Â
âIâŠ.Oh god.â You whined, trying to find your words in between his continuous strokes. âIâŠ.. didnât think you were a missionary kind of guy.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled as he ran his hand down your leg and pulled your knee up so he could grip your thigh. âI want to see you cum.â Sighing, he bit on your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. âI want to see how I make you feel.âÂ
âSo fucking good.â You muttered against his mouth, finding your hips moving against his on their own accord. You wanted to make him feel good so you wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your nails down his back and wow did that work like a charm because Jeonghanâs rhythm instantly faltered, as did his grip on your thigh, surely bruising it.Â
âOh Y/n,â He slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit when you groaned at the touch. âI can play the game too.âÂ
âWhatever you do, just- fuck.â You squirmed as Jeonghan seemed to have the perfect combination of thrusts and rubbing circles. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âNever.â He groaned, continuing to make you fall apart as you felt your back arch off the mattress, toes curling in pleasure. Jeonghan latched his mouth on your bared neck, muttering, âYes, yes cum for me.âÂ
And you did, finally, after days of desiring to be railed by this man, you came around him, body keening under his weight, eyes nearly rolling back. As you slowly panted back to reality, Jeonghan, who had long pulled out of you and rolled off you onto his side, was looking at you intently. Embarrassed that this was not the first but the second time he managed to break you in minutes, you covered your face with your hands, earning Jeonghanâs laugh.Â
âWhy are you hiding?â He tried to pry your hands away, only to fail. âI didnât think it was possible for you to look more pretty but fuck you looked so beautful when you came.âÂ
âJeonghan pleaseâŠ.â Â
âPlease what?â He chuckled, shifting beside you. âIâve seen all there is to.â
You shook your head, choosing the darkness over meeting his eyes when suddenly, you felt him crawl between your legs and his mouth descend on you as he spread them apart. Considering how sensitive you were, your hands immediately flew to his head, eyes widening as he licked your arousal, looking at you victoriously.Â
âI canâtâŠ.â You muttered and he pulled away, licking his lips, sitting back on his heels. Eyes running over his flushed face and body, you noticed the marks of your nail on his bicep, and also the fact that he was still hard as ever.Â
âYou didnât finish.â You sat up, crossing your legs, only just realizing.
âI usually need a lot more than a few minutes to finish.â He pursed his lips but you knew he was trying to hold back a smile. A mocking one, at how easily you seemed to cum.Â
âThen letâs go again.â You cocked your head. ââŠ. On one condition.âÂ
âAnd what is that?âÂ
You let out a deep breath. âTake off your condom.âÂ
Jeonghanâs eyebrows shot up. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
âConsidering you sleep with a new woman every night, Iâm guessing you always use protection.âÂ
âAlways, that's an unsaid ruleâÂ
âBut Iâm not them, so their rules canât apply to me.â It was your turn to smirk. âWeâll see how long you last when you fuck me raw.âÂ
âLook at you, challenging me.â Jeonghan smiled like he was proud. âBut it's not safe Y/n-âÂ
âWhatâs life without a little recklessness?â You rolled your eyes earning Jeonghanâs laugh. âBesides, that condom probably already has a hole from my teeth so-âÂ
âSo Iâll grab another one.âÂ
âYoon Jeonghan, if you leave this bed, this ends.â You crossed your arms. âYour choice.âÂ
âYouâre not giving me much of a choice really.âÂ
âI know.â You grinned. âNow might also be a good time to add that though I might not be one of your regular nightly encounters, you should know that I heard you almost every night.â You let your voice go softer. âAnd I liked itâŠ.. A lot.âÂ
Finally, finally, Jeonghanâs expression darkened the way you wanted it to. âI suspected.âÂ
âAnd Iâm confirming.â You shrugged. âAnd by the way, I also have an IUD so Iâm not sure what youâre waiting for.âÂ
Jeonghan paused for a minute before he finally spoke. âOn your knees.âÂ
You shook your head, extending your hand and pulling his condom off, tossing the latex in a nearby bin. âIn my mouth.âÂ
âI donât think so, princess.â Jeonghan not so gently pushed you back into the mattress, your back barely hitting it before he flipped you over and pulled you onto your knees. âI prefer blowjobs as a wake up call. This time of the night, I like to prove bratty girls wrong.âÂ
You laughed, looking over your shoulder. âBut I want to see your face when I prove you wrong.âÂ
Knowing exactly what you wanted, Jeonnghan sighed before lying down on his back next to you, allowing you to move over and straddle him.Â
âMy bet is 9 minutes.â You ran your hand down his chest. âI donât think you can last till double digits.âÂ
âWe both know you wonât last even half of that Y/n-â He smirked. â-given your track record.âÂ
Deciding to prove him wrong with actions not words, you aligned his tip under you and sank down his length with a slow, deep moan. The stretch in this new angle felt different but it also let you take him further in, deeper than you had even imagined it was possible.Â
Maybe Jeonghan was right about you breaking first. Given the way he made you feel so full, the way you felt every inch of his bare length in your insides, you knew it was only a matter of time.Â
Or maybe not. Evidently, this was the first time Jeonghan was ever fucking someone raw. You could tell by the way he sounded with every drag of your walls against his dick - the struggling breathy moans that he was trying not to let out as you picked up the pace.Â
You knew if you chose to grind your hips against his, it would help reach those spots in you a whole lot better, sending waves of pleasure through your body but you were determined to make Jeonghan cum first. Thatâs why you supported yourself with your palms on his chest, moving your hips up and down along his length and momentarily, Jeonghan gripped your waist tight, encouraging you to move just like that. At least until he realised he was getting too close to cumming and too close to losing. Changing strategy, he grabbed and squeezed your boobs instead, trying to ignore his own approaching high. When you responded with a whimper, satisfied, he dragged his hand down, bringing attention to your ignored clit.Â
âThatâs cheating.â You panted, throwing your head back, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach.Â
Jeonghan snickered, shaking his head, refusing to stop his ministrations. If there was one thing he always took pride in, it was his ability to capitalize on every womanâs weakness - her clit.Â
Though you were feeling your legs shake and your arms were struggling to hold your weight, you didnât stop, ignoring your breaths which were getting fast and shallow.Â
Jeonghan however, immediately picked up on it, reaching for your wrist and pulling you, making you fall over, onto him.Â
âHey,â He tried to get a good look at your face. âYou okay?âÂ
âTired.â You mumbled. âIâve never been on top.âÂ
âLet me.â He whispered, dropping a kiss on your cheek as you nodded.Â
Grabbing your ass with both his hands he raised it, guiding your movements and snapping his hips up at the same time. You on the other hand, let him have his way with you, busying yourself, alternating leaving marks all over his neck and shoulder and moaning sweetly into his ear. Both things seemed to rile him effectively as his pace became merciless and erratic, pounding into you the way you had only dreamed of for days. With a few more rough thrusts, you felt your walls tighten around him as the coil in you finally snapped and thanks to your tight constriction around his length, Jeonghan too came inside you, ropes of white filling you as he groaned in your ear.Â
As the two of you slowly came down from your high, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you, dropping a sweet kiss in your hair. You snuggled into his neck, ignoring the feeling of your mixed releases leaking out of you.Â
âThat was definitely more than 9 minutes.â Jeonghan pointed out.Â
âI lasted more than half.âÂ
âSo neither of us won?â Jeonghan hummed.
You pulled yourself up, looking at him. âOr maybeâŠ. we need round three to decide.âÂ
âYou read my mind.â He smirked, quickly flipping you onto your back, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he hovered over you. The night was still so so young.
Day 10 of 10Â
By the time you came around, the night had passed and the sun had begun to rise. No wonder it felt a whole lot warmer even though you were butt naked, covered by just a thin blanket thrown over you. It was the morning sun and also Jeonghan, who was comfortably snuggled in your arms, his breath soft against the crook of your neck. As you shifted from him just a little, trying to glance at his beautiful face, he pulled away, grumbling as he rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. Raising yourself on your elbow, you glanced at him.Â
Last night wasâŠ..something. You never really admitted to yourself in the last few days that you had thought about sleeping with Jeonghan a few hundred times, but now you did and you also had to admit that it was nowhere how you thought it would have gone. Maybe rounds two, three, four and how many ever that followed did match up to that but somehow, it was round one that was playing in your mind. The unexpected softness from him, the way he was looking into your eyesâŠ.. It all felt a bit strange. Like it was something you would do.Â
On the other hand, the wild person you expected Jeonghan to be, ended up coming out of you. The kinds of things you said? The kinds of things you did? It was so uncharacteristic yetâŠ.. It didnât feel wrong. In fact, in a very long time, you were feeling strangely liberated. Like there was no fairytale ending written for you and surprisingly you didnât mind that.Â
But speaking of happy endingsâŠ..
You determinedly pulled away your blanket covering Jeonghan, glancing at how his boxers were on again. Maybe he put them on after you had promptly passed out last night, completely worn out and exhausted, just the way he seemed to have cleaned you up before tucking you in. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you got between his legs, pulling down the elastic of his underwear, taking his dick into your hands. Surprisingly, Jeonghan didnât stir awake, or even move an inch so you promptly began stroking it, quickening your movements, especially when you slowly felt him harden under your touch. It was only when you spat in your hand and began to jerk him off more steadily that he finally came around, eyes slowly blinking open.Â
âFirst thing in the morning?â He smiled sleepily. âYouâre insatiable.âÂ
âRise and shine.â You grinned. âSomeone said something about a wake up call.âÂ
âI said Iâd like your mouth.â He tucked his hand below his head looking at you with what you could only comprehend as a mix of lust and fondness.Â
Smiling, you got down on your stomach, wrapping your mouth around his tip eliciting a shaky breath from him. You pulled back with a wet pop and the lick of the lips. âAnd it's all yours.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled, whispering, âYouâre going to be the end of me princess.âÂ
Little did he know.... you actually were.Â
The warm water on your skin was much needed after an unexpectedly long morning. Actually, it was very much expected considering the way you woke Jeonghan up. It was only natural that he would return the favor to the best of his abilities and that somehow spiraled from one thing to another, causing morning to turn into afternoon. Your stomach let out a low rumble, reminding you that you were hungry and that you should have put water to boil so you could make some ramyeon for lunch. You knew Jeonghan particularly enjoyed soggy noodles and it was also the quickest meal you could have given how much energy was exhausted in the last 12 or so hours.
As you stepped out of the shower, dried yourself and slipped into a comfortable pair of clothes, conspicuously leaving the top two buttons open, you found Jeonghan standing in the kitchen behind the stove.Â
âYou put the water to boil?â You smiled relieved. âThank god-âÂ
âYou kidnapped me?â Jeonghan turned to you, eyes flashing the pain of betrayal. In his hand was his phone, the one you had safely stashed in the drawer and on the screen was a message from his assistant. One that said the money in exchange for Jeonghan was ready. âAll these days, you let me stay in your house because you were holding me for ransom?âÂ
âJeonghan I know what it looks like and I can explain-âÂ
âAll this for what? To buy your grandmotherâs shop again?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You stepped up shaking your head. âI didnât even know about the shop till you were with me. Jeonghan, I didnât do this for money-âÂ
âI should have known when your mother said she had no brother.â Jeonghan shook his head like he couldnât believe himself. âKeeping me here as a twisted revenge for your incarcerated uncle, why did I overlook how stupid that was?â
âOkay that was a lie, but I didnât make it up.â You tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away hurtfully. âJeonghan, it was the boysâŠ. I just went with whatever they told me to do. Things just turned out this way, none of us planned for it to happen andâŠ. I wasnât going to go through with this plan anyways, I was going to call it off today-âÂ
âWhy?â Jeonghan looked at you impassively. âWhat changed in 10 days?âÂ
You blinked at him, words lost. âIâŠ.. I got to know you. I saw who you could be if you distanced yourself from all that crime and lived a normal life. I always believe people deserve a second chance and I thought so do you. And we didnât even get a first chance-âÂ
You turned at the sound of the doorbell before glancing at the clock. A part of you wanted to ignore it and clear the air with Jeonghan but when it rang urgently again, you sighed, turning to him.Â
âI think itâs the boys, Iâm sorry, just give me a second.âÂ
Rushing, you half ran over to the door quickly opening it, shaking your head. âGuys, things are a mess-âÂ
But it seemed like the bigger mess had in fact just arrived. Standing before you was the one person you did not want to see, especially now - Bohyun.Â
âW-what are you doing here? And how did you even find me?âÂ
Uninvited, Bohyun stepped in walking past you. âYour motherâŠ.â He turned to you, clearing his throat. âI assumed when you left that you had gone overseas, to Paris maybe, your dream city. But your mother said she met you and your new boyfriend so I figured you were in town and considering how your grandmother moved in with your mom, I guessed that you would be here.â He looked at you painfully. âIs⊠Is it true? Do you actually have a boyfriend now?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ.â You ran your fingers through your hair stressed. There was too much going on at once. Your past and your potential future were at crossroads you had never imagined. âI donât know what to tell you-âÂ
âMaybe try telling the truth Y/n.â Jeonghan walked out of the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pockets. âDonât you think itâs time?âÂ
âYouâŠ.â Bohyunâs eyes widened as they fell on Jeonghan and he immediately stepped back, pulling you behind him. âYouâre Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âFinally.â Jeonghan scoffed. âSomeone knows.âÂ
âY/n, I donât know what this man has been telling you but he is a criminal.â Bohyun looked at you over his shoulder. âHis posters are all over the city, heâs wanted by the cops-âÂ
âShe knows.â Jeonghan's voice shook, just a little. âShe knows exactly who I am and exactly what Iâm worth.âÂ
âJeonghan please-âÂ
âYou know?â Bohyun turned to you, shocked. âYou know who he is and you chose to be with him?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ. y-you have no idea whatâs going on here.âÂ
âOh I do.â He let out a breath like this was all ridiculous. âYouâre so desperate for a man, that you would throw yourself at literally anyone-âÂ
And before he could ever complete that sentence, Jeonghan turned him by the shoulder and landed a hard punch straight at his jaw.
âJeonghan!âÂ
As Bohyun stumbled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he snarled at the other man, throwing a punch on his own, straight in his midriff, making him buckle over. As the two men furiously threw hands, bruising and bleeding, you stood frozen, unable to watch them or stop them. Before you knew it though, within minutes, Jeonghan had Bohyun on his knees, the latter struggling to keep his eyes open, just one blow away from being knocked out. As Jeonghan raised his hand, you quickly put yourself between the two men.Â
âJeonghan no.âÂ
âDid you not hear the way he spoke about you?â He looked uncharacteristically furious, breathing hard. âHow dare he-âÂ
âThatâs between Bohyun and I. You shouldnât have come in between.âÂ
Jeonghan lowered his hand, looking at you like he was jolted. Standing up staggering, Bohyun wiped the blood from his mouth, hissing.
âYou heard her. Clearly, she picks me.â He smiled victoriously. âThe only place you belong is in jail, you bastard, where the fuck is my phone-âÂ
âY/n, after all heâs done to you, youâre really siding with him?âÂ
âJeonghan, I think you should leave.â Your voice left you in a soft whisper as he looked at you unbelievably hurt. âPlease justâŠ. itâs best that you go.âÂ
Tearing his eyes away from you, Jeonghan let out a shaky breath before slowly nodding. âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that, without so much as sparing you a glance, he walked past you and out of your house as you watched him disappearing from your sight. When you finally let out the breath you were holding, Bohyun put his arm around your shoulder.Â
âI knew you still loved me.â He rubbed your arm. âYou and I were always meant to be, sweetheart.âÂ
Tongue in your cheek you sighed before removing Bohyunâs arm from around you. Turning to him, with everything you had in your being, you slapped him right across the face. Bohyun stumbled at the impact, looking shell shocked.Â
âThe only thing you and I are, is over.â You spat, the words bitter in your mouth. âHow could you even think of coming back to me?âÂ
âBabe-âÂ
âDon't call me that.â You pushed him away. âYou're right. I always did choose you. I always put you above me, but you? Forget loving me, you didn't have the minimum decency to respect me.â
âY/n, I said sorry, I really am sorry.â
âMe too.â You stood your ground. âIâm sorry to myself. I'm sorry I gave you the chance to push me around like this. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for myself sooner. But I'm done now. I won't be making the same mistakes.â
âY/nâŠ.â Bohyun held your arm softer than he ever had in the many years you were together. âI know I was wrong. The last few months without you weren't the same, I realised how bad I was to you and how much I need you please don't do this. Please come backâŠ..what we had was so good-âÂ
âGood for you Bohyun, but not good enough for me.â You pulled your arm away. âI won't take you back this time, or ever. We're done for good.âÂ
Bohyun stared at the floor, coming to terms with your words.
âIt's because of Yoon Jeonghan isn't it?â His voice turned into a nasty snarl. âYou would choose a criminal over me-â
âYou still don't get it, do you?â You looked at him with disbelief. âIt's not him I choose, it's myself.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âI'm done explaining. I don't owe you anymore conversation, I didn't even owe you this.â You sighed, walking up to the door, holding it open. âGet out of my house.â
Bohyun tried to meet your eye as he slowly walked up to you while you refused to so much as look at him. When he realised you were not going to change your mind, he stepped out of the house and you closed the door behind him with a resounding slam. Holding your racing heart you leaned against it, unable to believe what you just did.Â
Something in you felt free yet your heart was strangely heavy - you got rid of Bohyun but you lost Jeonghan in the process. Unwilling to give him up, you quickly grabbed your jacket and phone and rushed out of the house, calling your friends. Hopefully he hadn't gotten too far.Â
You needed to see him again. You needed to tell him everything truthfully.
As the night sky darkened, you walked into your apartment slowly, finding yourself alone in it after days.
You didnât find Jeonghan anywhere. When you told the boys about all that happened, they were beyond understanding, immediately helping you look for him too. But alas, he was nowhere to be found.Â
As you sank into the couch, heartbroken over how things ended between you two, Seungkwan's message popped on your phone screen.Â
Y/n, I think you should see the news.
Panicking, you grabbed your remote and turned on the TV only to see your worst nightmare - Jeonghan being handcuffed and led away by the cops.Â
âMafia criminal and mastermind Yoon Jeonghan surrendered a few hours ago to the city police force after nearly 15 days of absconding. The precise reason for why he turned himself in and where he was all this while is unknown but the police are investigating the case. Yoon Jeonghan escaped prison on the 15th of August after tricking two security guards with a severe stomach ache and requesting for medical assistanceâŠ..âÂ
The rest of the words faded away as you watched the footage of Jeonghan being escorted away. The pain of betrayal was still flashing in his eyes. Everything was truly over.
10 days later.Â
Jeonghan leaned against the wall of his cell, staring into the darkness. He knew it was well into the night but sleep wasn't coming to him as always. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see you, every time he opened them he instinctively looked for you - you refused to get out of his head.Â
When Jeonghan saw you for the first time, admittedly he thought you were incredibly beautiful but he saw you as more of a conquest - you had that sweet, innocent expression but there was something darker lingering behind your eyes. It made him want to tease it out of you, expose you for what you really were but with each day, when he saw how simple and soft you were, that desire in him died. In his world everything was as corrupt as could be and you were so good to him, Jeonghan knew that little uncommon goodness had to be preserved, remain untouched. That's why though he itched to get under your skin, he tried his best to keep his distance.
That was of course until you decided to kiss him - after that Jeonghan knew keeping his hands off you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. It wasnât just because he was uncharacteristically attracted to you, normally it was girls in skin tight leather pants and low neck dresses that caught his attention but because heâŠâŠliked you. He liked watching you work, he liked spending time with you, he liked the idea of a quiet, uneventful life with you. He had spent all his life chasing something that made him feel complete, not even knowing what it was, until those 10 days with you - that was what he wanted.Â
But clearly you didnât want him. Though he was unable to accept it at the moment, eventually, he believed you when you said it was never your intention to kidnap him. When he discovered his ringing phone in the drawer due to his assistantâs consistent calling and found out that his price was a hundred thousand dollars Jeonghan was beyond hurt. But you were right - you didnât know about your grandmotherâs shop until the last few days. His assistant too confirmed that it was more the boy's plan than yours and that it was definitely not intentional because it was so poorly made that thanks to his phone, his assistant knew Jeonghan's location the whole time - he was only letting the boys get away with it so Jeonghan had a safe place to hide till things fell in place.
Regardless of everything that happened, it still didnât mean that you wanted him. Especially when that ex of yours came into your life yet again and you so easily asked him to leave - Jeonghan received the message loud and clear. He was not wanted.Â
By you at least. The city police definitely wanted him and he knew he had to be on the run yet again but with a part of him left behind in your home, he didnât know how he was supposed to move away and move on. All he could do was hopelessly wish that you had left a part of you with him too and didnât always just appear before him like a figment of his imagination. Even now his eyes were playing tricks, showing him the image of you crouched outside his cell bars. You were wearing a police uniform though - Jeonghan softly chuckled. Roleplay was a new element in his imagination.Â
Or not.Â
Because as Jeonghan stared harder, expecting the mirage of you to disappear, you smiled at him with a small wave and the whisper of his nameâŠ..You were actually here.Â
Panicking, Jeonghan quickly got to his feet rushing towards you. As his fingers touched your face, confirming your presence, he shook his head.Â
âOh noâŠ. Y/n, what are you doing here?âÂ
âHello to you too.â You chuckled. âAnd what do you mean? Iâm here to rescue you.âÂ
âRescue me?âÂ
You nodded. âWeâre gonna break out of this prison.âÂ
âYouâre insane.â You grinned as Jeonghan looked at you with disbelief. âYou shouldnât even be here and I canât run away from here-âÂ
âYou did it last time.âÂ
âPrecisely why. The security is at an all time high, theyâre not going to let the same mistake happen twice.âÂ
âYou think I donât know that?â You raised your eyebrows at him. âWhy do you think it took me 10 days to come to you? I was doing my research and figuring out how to get you out of here, and I have found a foolproof way.âÂ
Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. âAnd what is that?â
âJust follow my lead.â You pulled out a pair of keys from your pocket, opened his cell door and thrust a package into his hand as you walked in. âChange into this quickly. We only have 17 minutes till the security footage is on loop. We need to get out of here before that.âÂ
As he confusedly dressed himself, you pulled out a can of spray paint from your pocket and scribbled a message on the wall, one that Jeonghan could barely read thanks to the dimness of the cell. Tossing the can aside, you too quickly stripped out of your uniform and changed into clothes similar to Jeonghanâs.
âDonât stare, Yoon.â You smiled, pulling your hair into a bun, tucking it under the hat. âThis is not the first or last time youâre gonna see me naked.âÂ
As Jeonghan tried to process all the information, you quickly gathered all the discarded clothes with one hand and held his hand with the other, rushing out of the cell. At the end of the corridor was a cleaning cart in which you promptly dumped all the clothes and asked him to follow you. As you led the way to the washrooms cautiously, keeping an eye on the patrolling security, Jeonghan realised the two of you were wearing the uniforms of the cleaning staff. Finally, you led him to a ladies washroom, promptly locking it behind you.Â
âY/n, what are we doing-âÂ
âLook, thatâs the cleaning supplies closet, inside it is a door that leads to the older wing of this prison that is now undergoing renovation. This door was supposed to be locked from the other side but I already broke it open in the morning.âÂ
âMorning?âÂ
âI came in with a bunch of medical volunteers for the camp but I never left the premises - Iâve been hiding here all day. Now weâve to get through this door and cross the construction site without being seen by the patrolling guards in-â You glanced at your watch. â-8 minutes where the boys are waiting with transport. If we donât, the guards are gonna figure out youâre missing and security will tighten and we will never be able to get out. If you have any other questions, I promise Iâll answer all of them once we get in the car, okay?âÂ
Letting out an unsure breath, Jeonghan nodded, following through with your plan to the T. In all the years Jeonghan had been in crime, he had drawn up several heists and master plans but thisâŠ.. This was probably the most meticulous and well thought out plan he had ever seen. It was to the point it actually both impressed and terrified him that you, the girl who was hiding behind her three friends the first time he tried to talk to you, were the one who came up with it. When the two of you finally stepped out of the last fence, Jeonghan looked back at prison in awe - he thought this time, he was back here for good but when you called out his name and he turned to you, Jeonghan knew the only place he belonged was with you.Â
As the two of you trudged through the woods, hand in hand, sirens began to go off in the prison behind you, making you pick up speed, only stopping at the sight of a white car and a white bike beside the very stressed Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. The boys sighed in relief as the two of you approached, quickly giving you two a new set of clothes to change into, ushering you into the car. As the two of you began to do so yet again, Jeonghan looked at you intently.Â
âCome on Jeonghan, the faster we move from here the better.âÂ
âWhy did you do this? Why did you save me?âÂ
âWhy did you surrender?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ.â Jeonghan sighed. âI didnât want your ex to have the power over you with the information that you were housing a criminal. But if I was already in their custody, they wouldnât really care about where I was on the days I was missing.âÂ
You smiled at him softly. âSo much from a guy who didnât understand what it meant to put others before yourself.âÂ
âI told you, you bring out the best in me.â He laughed. âEvidently, I do bring out the worst in you. This was the most badass thing ever, I wouldâve never imagined you would do it.âÂ
âWell, someone did tell me I shouldnât be afraid to ask or go for what I want.â You leaned back against the door. âIâm done sitting and taking whatever life hands me with the hope that it will be my fairytale ending. Iâm gonna take things into my own hands now.âÂ
âSuccessfully you mean.â Jeonghan smirked at you. âYou had been trying to take things in your hands for quite a while. Like the first few days you tried so hard to get me arrested again?âÂ
âYou knew about that??âÂ
âIt was cute, how you were trying to do the right thing. I should have known you would have never held me hostage for money.âÂ
âI was going to tell you about it before things spiraled. I had to get you out of my house first so you were at least safe from Bohyun, even if that meant you hated me.âÂ
âI donât hate you.â Jeonghan confessed. âI never can. You showed me what I truly wanted from life.âÂ
âAs did you. Which is why I ended things with Bohyun once and for all and now Iâm here with you, for whatever adventure it is thatâs ahead of us.âÂ
âAdventure?â Jeonghan looked at you surprised. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI managed to track down your assistant when I received the papers that I apparently own my grandmother's shop again.â Jeonghan returned your accusatory expression with a sheepish one. âHe told me that the last many days, he had been working on liquidating your assets. He also managed to arrange for you to get out of the country and go elsewhere.â You smiled at him. âAnd I convinced him to let me tag along with you."
âNoâŠ..â Jeonghan shook his head. âNo youâre not leaving behind your life here and following me around-âÂ
âJeonghan, I have no life here.â You sighed. âI always thought I was the kind who wanted something safe and secure but you made me see that deep down Iâve been craving for something more, something stimulating and exciting. I genuinely do want to go with you.âÂ
âYour mom?âÂ
âIs more than happy to learn that her daughter is going to Milan to explore her fashion dreams and that my grandmother can move back to her old apartment.âÂ
âYouâŠ.. Youâre really sure?âÂ
âNever been more sure.â You reached for his hand, holding it. Jeonghan stroked the back of your hand softly, a smile growing on his face. It did seem like he wanted to say something, until Soonyoung knocked on the window urgently, ushering you out. Putting on the last of your clothes, the two of you stepped out.Â
âIf the guards send people out to look for Jeonghan, we might get caught here.â Seokmin tapped his foot nervously.Â
âYeah, we need to leave as soon as possible.â Seungkwan added, looking equally scared.Â
âRelax,â You rolled your eyes. âTheyâre not going to find us. Theyâre not even going to try to look.âÂ
All four boys looked at you skeptically but it was Jeonghan that spoke up, âY/n, What did you write on that wall?âÂ
âFool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, more shame for you.â You shrugged, quoting yourself. âI basically wrote in short that if they knew what was good for them, they would keep their mouth shuts and allow the public to think you were still in their captivity rather than admit that you fooled them twice in the span of a month and they are incapable of keeping their prisoners in check. I might have also added that you will not be creating any trouble anymore, rest assured, this secret is best buried in the walls of the prison itself.âÂ
As your friends stared at you with hung jaws, Jeonghan laughed like he couldnât believe his ears. âWho are you?âÂ
âYou shouldâve seen her the last 10 days.â Soonyoung mumbled. âAll the planning, the plotting, she even stitched all these uniforms from scratch, it was low-key terrifying.âÂ
âI want to know all the details of this master plan.â Jeonghan looked proud. âEvery single one of them.âÂ
âAnd you will, we have a long journey to Italy.â You clapped your hands, then held it out to Seugnkwan. âBike keys.âÂ
âYou donât want the car?âÂ
âBike is more fun.â You said casually, reaching for the helmets. âAnd Iâm going to drive.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow impressed, âSo the princess is going to rescue me on her big whiteâŠ. bike.âÂ
âGuess we got our fairytale ending after all.â You laughed, getting on as your friends rolled their eyes and got into the car. Pulling Jeonghan closer, you finally kissed him, before mumbling against his lips. âOr I guess this time, Iâm really kidnapping a mafia boss.âÂ
a/n - I cannot explain how much trouble the 1000 blocks per post limit caused. I hope the spacing inconsistency was overlooked oops! Don't forget to leave you thoughts and opinions about the story! This one took a lot of time and effort to make :)
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Hmmmm whats gonna go down in Chapter 2?? Lol only time will tell!!
Midnight Rain Ch.1
Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings
Authors Note: FINALLY!!! I finished this chapter this morning and just couldn't wait to release it!!!
*****TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!*****
âThings are looking great. Strong heartbeat, baby is measuring about a week later than what you are. Still donât want to know the sex?â you smiled, shaking your head. âNope, leave it as a surprise for my shower.â you said as Brooke grinned.Â
You sent the photo to Chris, â28 weeks. Everything looks good. Baby is measuring around 29 weeks. Shower is Sunday at 2pm.â the message was read but not responded to. âWe should get back before sunday.â you told Brooke as she walked in with bags packed. âJetâs gonna take off in about 30 minutes. We gotta go.âÂ
Brooke sat in the uncomfortable recliner, quietly reading the newspaper, glancing at her phone ever so often. âHey,â Sebastian's voice broke through silence as he entered the room. âI got you some coffee.â he handed her the cup and sat down in the chair beside her. Brooke smiled softly at him. âThank you,âÂ
âAh! Do you love it?!â Brooke grinned as you held up the little black leather jacket. âIts so cute!!â you gasped grinning at it. The doorbell rang and then the door opened.Â
âHowâs everything going?â Sebastian asked softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Brookes head. âSheâs doin okay, finally went back to sleep after the nightmare.â Brooke whispered as she stepped out in the hallway with Sebastian as he nodded. âGlad to hear sheâs finally back asleep, she needs the rest after everything sheâs been through.â he sighed looking down the hallway.Â
âHe called me again.â he spoke quietly, Brooke looked at him. âJesus. Whatâs he want?â she crossed her arms as he leaned against the wall. âWants to talk to herâŠask her how everything is goinâŠ.check in on the babyâŠâ he shoved his hands in his pockets, jonesing for a cigarette right about now.Â
Brooke had told him on their first date that cigarettes were a turn off for her. Seb threw his pack out the window the second heâd pulled out of her driveway from dropping her off at her parents house. Heâd fallen in love with her that night and didnât want to jeopardize that.Â
Brooke put her head in her hands, âWe canât keep lying to him, weâre going to have to tell him.â She looked up at him with a heartbroken look in her eyes. Sebastian looked down. âFine, Iâll go call him and tell him to come over.â Brooke nodded and began to walk downstairs toward the kitchen. âDo we really think that's best? Why don't you meet him somewhere besides here and tell him?âÂ
Chris held out a hand as several of his men carried in beautifully wrapped gifts, the room quieted down and everyone watched as he walked over taking a seat amongst all the other women. âSorry weâre late, my gift wrapper was a little slower today.â he smiled as you glared at him.Â
Sebastian took a seat at the island in the kitchen and shook his head, âBecause heâll want to see her, talk to her, askâŠ.heâs been going nuts not hearing from her.â He groaned, running a hand through his hair. âIf we do this, we do it today.â Brooke sighed, rubbing her eyes.Â
âDo what?â you asked from the doorway, causing Brooke and Seb both to turn and stare at you with wide eyes.Â
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âHey youâre doing great!â Anthony said, watching Chris bend his right arm down and slowly wrap his hand around a pop can. Chris winched as the therapist smiled. âThatâs enough for today, you did great Chris. Just keep working on your exercises at home and Iâll see you back here on Friday.â She said as Chris slowly walked with his cane beside Anthony toward the door. The walk was silent to the car, Anthony keeping a slow pace to stay beside Chris. As he helped Chris into the car, and climbed into the drivers side, he instantly turned on the air conditioning, letting the inside begin to cool from the stale summer air. âI wanted to let you know that Sebastian called this morning, he wants you to come by today, and says he needs to talk with you about a few things.â Anthony said as Chris looked over at him. âWell lets get over there.â he said as Anthony shook his head. âTold him not right nowâŠsaid you just got out of therapy and youâre tired.â he said switching lanes as they drove toward the outskirts of town, toward Chrisâs house. âIâm fine, take me to see my wife dammit.âÂ
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âY/NâŠwe need to tell you something, there was a fire at Chrisâs houseâŠabout 3 months agoâŠthe same night thatâŠumâŠwell when the incident happened. WellâŠyou might notice some scarring on Chris. He got trapped in the fire and his right arm as well as his right leg got burned.â Sebastian told you as he sat you down on the couch.Â
You stared at him and slowly nodded. âOkay,â you responded emotionlessly. Thatâs how youâd been since the incident. âAre you okay, Y/N?â Brooke asked, sitting beside you on the couch. You looked over at her, your face held nothing on it, âYeah.â you said in a monotone voice. She could see the look behind your eyes though, the anger and sadness that fill them both. You looked back at Sebastian blinking slowly and you asked âWhen will he be here?â you spoke quietly. Seb looked at you before looking at his phone and with a heavy sigh, replied âin about 5 minutes.âÂ
When Chris got there, Seb met him at the door. Chris looked at him surprised before shaking his hand and exchanging small talk, but he couldnât wait to see you. See how big your 9 month belly would be, to talk to the baby, talk to youâŠhe couldnât wait. Youâd been dodging his calls and texts for months, denying him access to you and his child.Â
Chris came into the living room, Brooke was coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray with cups, a kettle, and some snack cakes. She set the tray on the sandy colored coffee table, that no doubt youâd picked out, always liking the lighter color. âChris..itâs so nice to see you again.â Brooke said, holding her arms out for a hug as she walked toward him. âItâs been a while since weâve last seen each other. Please, have a seat.â She said motioning to the couch that you stood behind staring out of the french doors watching it rain. âJust a second,â he said, brushing her off. He walked toward you, stopping when he was just a few feet away.Â
âY/NâŠhow have you been?â he asked as Brooke looked from the two of you to Sebastian who ran a hand over his face. âHowâs the baby?â Chris asked with a small smile. You and the baby were the only reason heâd survived that night if he was being honest with himself. He fought for everything that night, prayed that if he made it out alive, heâd change, be a better man, for you and the baby youâd both created.Â
You didnât answer him, you didnât even move from your spot. âY/N?â he called out, stepping closer. âDonât.â you said suddenly. âDo not come anywhere near me.â your voice broke and you let out a gut wrench sob before you turned and looked at him. Chrisâs eyes fell from your face to your belly, and instantly his blood ran cold. âY/NâŠ..Honey, what happened? Did you go into labor early?â he prayed that youâd just forgotten to call him and let him know the baby had been born.Â
âChrisâŠsit down.â Brooke said from behind him. Chris stared at you for a minute before he turned away from you; knowing you werenât going to speak to him, and deep down, he knew why. âChris, can you tell us what happened to you?â Brooke asked as she poured him a cup of coffee. âWell, two masked men broke in and attacked me in my-our bedroom.â He said, dropping his eyes.Â
âUhâŠthey beat me and set the house on fire.â Chris said as he looked back at Brooke and Seb. They knew he wasnât telling the whole truth, but maybe that wasnât something anyone but you were meant to know. âIâm glad to see youâre okay though,â Brooke commented trying to fill the unavoidable and thick silence.Â
Chris nodded before he turned and looked over his shoulder at you; You were staring directly at him. âWhen did it happen?â you asked quietly. â3 months ago. When did you have the baby?â Chris asked again. âChrisâŠâ Brooke called to him, trying to get him to leave you alone. You hadnât talked about the incident with her or Sebastian and she found it hard to believe youâd just open right up to him after everything that happened. He glanced from you to her, âWhat?â he snapped and looked at Brooke and Sebastians faces, the look they held.Â
You bolted for the stairs, tears in your eyes as you ran up them, down the hall to your bedroom and slammed the door. âDammit!â Brooke jumped up before she looked at Sebastian. âAre you going to tell him or do I have to?!â Sebastian looked at Chris before looking up and meeting Brooke's eyes. She scoffed at him before whipping around and faced Chris. âHer little girl was cut from her belly and murdered.â She snapped at him before rushing after you.Â
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#sports romance#paranormal romance#cozy mystery#fated mates#cowboy romance#billionaire romance#mafia romance#monster romance#fantasy romance#dark romance#fairy smut#hockey romance#romance#trope#cliche#couple#pairing#writing#fanfic#fan fiction#fanfiction#reader#bibliophile#bookblr#bookworm#sticker#design
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With love potions being so terrifying, I don't understand how they're treated so non seriously
I do like the love potion when played for angst and guilt or something like that, on the side of the potioner ofc, just desserts in a way if done right
But other than that? They're so scary and dark and creepy even in a cartoonish kids show
Like I found out Terrence used a love spell or a wish on Tinkerbell in the comics, and sometimes the thought of shipping even their sweet movie versions icks me out
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//HB S2 EP3 spoilers
I LOVED the parallel of Crimson's power over people. Despite them not seeing eachother for at least a year, he still retains control over Moxxie: he had no issue using him for business as a kid, much less now that he tries to stand up for himself and just makes it all worse.
But then there's how powerless he was against Millie. She holds no ties with Crimson and isn't even scared of him, she just charges in like a bull and makes a mockery (massacre) of his crooks. In less than five minutes.
That's also why Crimson screaming "She's a dame! She's a broad! Just kill her!" during the fight stuck with me. You said IMP has a reputation, why are you surprised?
#helluva boss#millie and moxxie#i am a little bit in love with millie#just a lil bit#also usually I don't like mob tropes because they either go with Spanish cartel or Italian mafia but this one was more its own thing
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