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gyupinkys · 1 year ago

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BOSS YOU AROUND

Mingyu x afab reader

WC: 3.7K

WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷‍♀️

Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work. He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour.

“Who is it?” your voice rings out.

“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.

On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…

You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.

“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.

You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.

What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat.

“Don’t be like that, bunny.”

You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight.

“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.

“Are you flirting with me right now?”

“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.

He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.

“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.

“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.

You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.

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“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.

“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.

“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”

“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”

“That's not true, we need something from you.”

“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”

“What?”

“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”

He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”

“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.

“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”

“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”

He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist.

He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.

“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.

“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door.

Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended.

One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.

“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”

That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.

You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now.

“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.

Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.

“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath.

“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”

You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.

A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Who are you?”

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair.

“You haven’t asked a question.”

His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back.

“Where the fuck is San?”

Your eyes widen. San?

“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”

“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”

“London? What business does he have in London?”

“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer.

He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry.

“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.”

Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse.

The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.”

“Mingyu please don’t.”

“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”

“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper.

“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.”

“Well I am scared.”

“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers.

He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.

He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after.

What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?

He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside.

“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”

“That's a bad place to keep your keys.”

He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”

He has a point.

“Ok, bye.”

“No thank you kiss?” he pouts.

“I’ll kick you in the balls again.”

He puts his hands up in surrender.

You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror.

~~~~~

2 months later

You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”

Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole.

Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction.

“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh.

You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.”

He walks around the corner with a pout.

“Why are you here?”

“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.

“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.

“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”

“Ok fine.”

He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking.

“Why are you here?” you sigh.

“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”

Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch.

“Lovely set up you have here.”

“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking.

“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”

You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal.

“I don’t believe you”

He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers.

You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”

“That's not true.” he whines.

“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”

He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with.

“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”

“Holy shit, Shut up.”

He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down.

“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”

He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”

You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?”

He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”

His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”

“Please.”

“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”

You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.

You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes.

“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle.

“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”

You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length.

“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.

“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you”

He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.

Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head.

“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”

“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.

“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”

“As if.”

He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it.

“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length.

“Open up.”

You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”

He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.

“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly.

“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”

He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it.

“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”

You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”

He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath.

“Bend over the couch.”

You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass.

“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts.

You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight.

“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds.

“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.”

He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words.

“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”

You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way.

“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs.

“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock.

He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you.

“Beg”

“No.”

He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”

You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

The fuck?

“What.”

“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”

“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze.

“On second thought, I don't want to hear you.”

He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”

Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him.

“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch.

You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.

He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police.

“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.

“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”

He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on.

“Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”

You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy.

“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door.

“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape.

“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off.

You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman.

“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.

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clownprincehoeshi · 1 month ago

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Twisted Deception - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Betrayal and manipulation were always a constant in your life. Leading your family’s legacy as a mafia boss is not an easy task and most of the times can lead to losing the ones you love most. You’ve always kept away from love, but even is this dark and unforgiving world it finds you. But it also breaks you.

Pairing: mafia boss Mingyu x mafia boss reader

doctor Seungcheol x mafia boss reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: mafia scenarios, death, gun mentions, blood, car crash, cheating, sex scenes, nudity… will post others along the way if needed

Status: ongoing

Word count: 18k

Masterlist

You had no idea where you were or what day it was. To be honest, a little panic took over you, even though you’re not that type of person. You slowly start to see clearly how the room looks like. A neat, big, industrial style, with big windows and brick walls.

Seems to be in an isolated part of the city, low rise building, quiet. A voice was faint on the other side of the door. Getting up to walk and try to eavesdrop isn’t a good idea, feeling pain on your left leg, reminding you of the blood bath that took place the other night. Or was it two nights ago?

Your brain starts to work fast, making a list of chronological things that you need to do. Firstly, get the attention to the person that’s in the other room. If you’re not dead or locked in a dungeon, then you’re probably not in danger.

“Hello?” your voice low and tired

The second time you say it louder and you hear the voice stop, then steps. The door opens slowly and a man walks in.

“Oh, hi, you’re awake, good.”

“What happened? I don’t remember how I got here and I definitely don’t remember you.”

“I’m Seungcheol, I work at the hospital you were staying at. Two nights ago, you were in danger, there were some armed men that were looking for you, and you were close to collapsing so you asked me to get you out of there. So I brought you to my place, it’s the safest spot I could think of, sorry.”

“Does anyone know I am here?”

“No, because I don’t know your name and couldn’t get any information about you, since you were under maximum security, only your personal doctor knowing your info.” He says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Well maybe that was for the best. But could I please make a phone call?”

He takes his phone out of his pocket and walks over to the bed to hand it to you. You fingers brush his as you take it. At that moment, you really look at his face and realize that he’s a good-looking guy. Very attractive indeed.

You dial Jun’s number, but immediately hang up, because he won’t answer strange numbers, so you send a text first and in 10 seconds he calls.

Jun: Oh my fucking god, are you ok? Where are you? Are you in danger? I’ll trace this phone and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

Rua: Calm down, I am ok. Can you come get me?

Jun: Don’t even need to ask me that. I got in the car already.

Rua: Ok, well before you get here and make a scene, I am at someone’s house, a doctor from the hospital. He saved me last night and brought me to his place. Everything it’s fine, there is no danger, ok?!

Jun: Sure.

Rua: Jun? Promise you’ll behave.

Jun: Oookkk I promise. But I’ll still need to ask him some questions. Ok, got you location, see you soon.

Turning to Seungcheol, you offer his phone back, with a small “thank you”, as he holds your gaze.

Rua: My friend will come pick me up soon. Thanks for saving me. I should have said this sooner, sorry. My mind is all over the place.

Seungcheol: It’s fine, you’ve been shot and probably were on a lot of medication. I get it.

Rua: Do you know Seokjin?

Seungcheol: Yes, of course. We work together most days.

Rua: He’s my brother.

Seungcheol: Oh! Should we let him know?

Rua: No, it’s fine. I’ll call him when I get home.

You see him pacing carefully, his mind going 300 miles/hour, knowing there are questions coming. He slowly sits on the other corner of his bed, lifting his face to looks at you.

Seuncheol: If you don’t mind me asking. What happened to you, who shot you?

Rua: Umm, it’s a long story and I wouldn’t involve you into this mess. It was a shooting and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Seungcheol: Got it, I won’t push on it. But lucky you, I’m an orthopedist and I am specialized in recovery. So we’ll probably see each other often, if you plan to do your recovery at our hospital, that is.

Rua: I’ll speak to my bother about that, but if he’ll recommend you, then sure.

Seungcheol: Oh, I am such an awful host. Are you hungry, thirsty? You must be after you were out of it for so many hours.

Rua: Honestly, I am starving and I might drink like a bucket of water.

You give him a big smile and you notice the corners of his mouth going up a little, showing off a shadow of a smile. He doesn’t look so scary now.

In 5 minutes he’s back with a sandwich and a glass of water placed on a tray.

He’s watching you the whole time you’re devouring that sandwich and his tongue is itching on asking you questions. But he’s deciding to let you be. For now.

After some time, his intercom is going off. Must be Jun. You feel relieved. He goes to check and in less than one minute you hear noise, hurried steps towards you.

Jun walks inside the room and as he lays his eyes on you, he runs to the bed, hugging you. His eyes looking teary.

Jun: Omg, don’t ever do this again! We were fucking worried, I thought they got to you. I really thought I lost you.

Rua: I’m sorry, it was just how it happened. I wouldn’t be alive now if I stayed there. I made the mistake to think the hospital was safe and I guess the drugs were strong and made me dizzy. I was so lucky with Seungcheol. Btw, what are we going to tell him?

Jun: Seokmin is talking to him right now, leave it to him. But are you feeling ok? Are you in pain? We should get to Jin.

Rua: That’s probably a good idea, I feel like my leg is going to explode, hurts like a motherfucker.

He helps you get dressed, he brought some clothes for you. Then he carries you is his arms and this reminds him of two nights ago when he carried your limp bloodied body and his heart breaks. He thought he lost you not once, but twice, in only 3 days.

As he’s carrying you, you wave to Seungcheol, thanking him for everything. You nod at Seokming and he offers you a big smile.

Finally, you’re feeling safe. You’re with Jun now, and Minghao is waiting in the car. They brought another 2 cars filled with men, just in case.

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At the hospital, you told Jin that you will be staying at your place, no more sleeping at the hospital, and you’ll want a nurse. You just wanted to sleep until the pain went away and be away from everyone for a while.

For the next two weeks, as soon as Jin gave you the green light concerning your leg, you left the city. You only brought Jun and two guards with you on your huge home under the mountain. It was an isolated place, where you grandfather built an impressive house inside a literal mountain.

Nobody else knew about this, it was like your bunker, your safe place. You often came here when things were too much. Your life was never easy, always on the run, always planning, lying, manipulating, scheming, giving orders, trying to stay alive and keep your people alive.

You also never had a romantic relationship, thought there were some crushes here and there, but that was never something you could afford. Your legacy was more important than some men that would end up disappointing you anyway.

And being a mafia boss…how could you just tell that to a stranger? “Hey, btw, I am involved in the mafia and we kill people.” Never trust outsiders, unless they prove themselves.

3 days of almost solitude in your mountain-house and it feels like your mind is lighter. Of course, Jun kept you company when you had to eat or just talk about work or…nothing at all. He always enjoyed just sitting in silence with you, your personalities similar.

Rua: I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Jun: All of the sudden?

He burst out laughing at your sudden remark, after almost one hour of silence while you were both reading.

Rua: You’re my rock.

Jun: And you’re mine. Now shut up and let me read!

A couple of years ago Jun confessed his feelings to you. It was unexpected, you always thought what you had was more of a brother-sister relationship, nothing more. It wasn’t easy to get over that hurdle and it still isn’t, but you’re to close and care about each other to let that stop you.

You’ve told him that you don’t feel the same and you don’t think you’ll ever feel the same, because it’s impossible for you to see him in a romantic way, after everything.

It’s hard, you can tell he still feels the same, you can see and feel his stares, the way he looks at you and how he treats you.

Maybe this was a reason for you to never get into a relationship. You wouldn’t want to hurt the most important person in your life. Thoughts about the future, about getting married, having a family, always were somewhere back on your mind.

These thoughts came when you felt lonely, but thankfully you were too busy to be feeling lonely. Yet, here you are, having a vacation after you almost got killed, looking at Jun and ow he’s peacefully reading his little book. You’re wondering if you should just marry him and be over with.

Thinking about it, you tell to yourself. He’s not a stranger. He’s been in your life forever, you can trust him. He loves you. You’re sure he will treat you like a princess and will always respect you. And you know he would be the best dad.

But. What about love? You always dreamed about a marriage out of love. Yeah, even you, the big mafia boss who’s known to be so scary and dangerous. You are all that, but you have layers. You’re not a carton box, you’re a human with feelings. And you want to feel love.

Jun: Stop staring at me! You have nothing better to do?

Rua: Maybe I don’t.

Jun: Aren’t we cranky today

Rua: It’s just I have a lot on my mind

Jun: Share

But you don’t tell him what you were thinking about, instead you take another road.

Rua: You really think Kim clan would do this? We have issues, yes, but they never tried to hurt me like that.

Jun: I mean, we can’t know for sure. Doesn’t matter your families were close or that you and Mingyu were friends, people change. Also, people are gullible and words travel fast, they love gossip. Who knows what he heard and made him go off the rail.

Rua: I still find it insane how everything changed. It doesn’t feel real sometimes, like an out of body experience.

Jun: I am sure the Min’s got their tail everywhere, every time.

Rua: Oh, I don’t doubt that. But still.

He closes his book and grabs your hand to hold in his, knowing it will help you relax. Talking about what happened to your father always brings you rage and ruins your day, rush decisions might be made, so it’s better to calm you down.

4 years since your dad was killed and you still can’t point a finger towards one person. There were always rumors about it. The Min’s, the Kim’s, an outsider, politicians. Mingyu’s parents were killed one year after your father, with the same outcome. Nobody knows who did it.

After their death, Mingyu started to push you away. Ties were cut between families. He thought your family was involved in the “accident”, started to hate you.

Jun: Jin asked how’s the leg and if you think you’ll be able to start recovery when you get back.

Rua: Yeah, I plan to get back in shape as soon as possible. I can’t be weak, a lot of people are waiting to attack like hyenas.

Jun: That reminds me. You have a meeting with the mayor. It’s important for The Towers.

Rua: Ugh, fucking Wonwoo. What is it this time? Windows too shiny for his glasses? We already got him the papers with authorizations for them.

Jun: I think he just wants to see you and he’s coming up with any stupid little reason. We have all the papers in order, our people have been cleared. We haven’t signed the contract for the energy provider. I’ll have Seokmin hurry the process.

Rua: That’s what I like to hear. Thanks

The Towers was your biggest project so far. It was like your cover for the whole underground business. Plus, constructions were always something that fascinated you, so you became an architect.

The mayor, Jeon Wonwoo, was your pain in the ass. The guy had the hots for you and would bring up any little irregularity in your projects, just to see you. One time you were rehabilitating an old museum and his reason for stopping your project? “I just don’t think the roof on this particular room should be out of glass”

Mind you, the guy has nothing to do with architecture and construction. Like usual, you had to offer him an amount of money in exchange for him to go fuck himself. That’s what you told him exactly. He laughed.

He’s just so infuriating, especially when he’s out at events with his buddy Kim Mingyu. Aren’t they a match made for each other. They just looove the spotlight, they love to brag about what they did for this city and their future plans. You can’t stand them.

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Your return home was long overdue. You knew you’ll be swamped in work for the next weeks and on top of that, hours will be lost each week with the leg recovery.

The Towers were almost finished, and your headquarters will move there. Also, your home. So the meeting with Wonwoo would take place there, since the new office is almost done decorating.

Looking out the tall windows over the city, a warm glow from the upcoming sunset covers you. It would feel like a perfect end of your day, but unfortunately it’s not the case. Your secretary lets you know the mayor is here and you tell her to let him in.

Wonwoo: Oh, no need to get up, princess.

Rua: I can’t walk, genius.

Wonwoo: They did some work on you. Glad you didn’t die.

Rua: Sooo funny, as usual. Why are you here?

Wonwoo: Wanted to see how you were feeling. Also, you’ll need to downsize some of the trees. I’ve had complaints from the office buildings next to you that the trees are too tall.

Rua: I will pretend you didn’t just say something so stupid.

Wonwoo: Hey, it’s not me, it’s your little neighbors.

Rua: I really don’t care. Anything else?

Wonwoo: What do you think about dinner? I know a place.

Rua: No, thanks. Now if that’s all, I’ll be going, need to have a check up on my leg.

Wonwoo: On, come on, princess. When are you going to give in?

Rua: Give in? What do you take me for?

Wonwoo: What’s the problem? I am handsome, young, rich. We’d be perfect together.

Rua: You forgot insufferable, pain in the ass, manipulative, insistent. If there’s one thing that triggers me is someone who won’t take no for an answer the first time I say it. And you’re not my type, mister mayor. I’m not into corrupt assholes.

Wonwoo: So mean. You know this will cost you.

Rua: Awesome, love a guy who buys his friendships and relationships and leads his way with blackmail.

He walks next to you and leans to whisper into your ear “I am sure you know all about that, honey”

Rua: Ok, that’s it, I’m off.

He yells after you “Hey, no one else will have you with that attitude! You better start treating me nicer”

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You arrive at the hospital, and while you wait on your brother in his office, a knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts.

Rua: Oh, it’s you. Hi

Seungcheol: Hey, glad to see you again and in better shape I see.

Rua: Yeah, feeling much better.

Seungcheol: Jin sent me to keep you company as he finishes his surgery that’s taking longer than planned.

He takes a seat in Jin’s chair, his gaze on you.

Seunghceol: Did he tell you I’ll be helping you with your recovery? It will take a few months, which means you’ll be seeing me a lot.

Rua: Oh, he didn’t say anything. Do you…. think my leg will be like before?

Seungcheol: Awww. That should not worry your pretty head, let me do it.

Oh. Is this guy flirting?

You feel a rush taking over you and you think your cheeks are red, but can’t be sure.

Without saying anything else, he gets up and comes in front of you, as you lay on the consultation bed.

Seungcheol: May I take a look at the leg?

You try to let out words, but nothing comes out, so you just nod.

He’s lifting your dress up to your thighs, revealing most of the left one. Hands grabbing on it gently, lifting it so the knee is bent. It hurts, but you’re lost in his touch, eyes following the movement of his hands.

He’s got pretty and manly hands, you decide. And the way his brows furrow and his mouth pouts it’s cute. He seems to be very concentrated on what he does, and so are you. That’s why you miss his question.

Seungcheol: Rua??

Rua: Oh. What?

Seungcheol: Does it hurt when I do this?

Rua: Yes, but I can take it.

Seungcheol: I think we can start with the recovery already. You can stop by starting tomorrow, I can meet you and take you to the rehabilitation room, we have all the necessary equipment there.

Rua: This is really the last thing I needed for myself. I was so stupid and got reckless, should of known better.

Seungcheol puts a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes, and you can see his gaze becoming warmer.

Seungcheol: Don’t beat yourself about it, it can happen. Now I need to get back to my other patients, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Here, let me put my number into your phone and you can call or text whenever you want.

As he taps his number on your phone, you look at his hands again and admire them. Almost wanting to feel the warmth of them on your skin again.

Fuck! Stop! This is not happening, no! You tell yourself, as you shake your head gently.

It’s been a while since you liked someone and it didn’t end well. You don’t want to repeat whatever that was. You never had a relationship, but it doesn’t mean there were no men in your life. There were a few, you are human and have needs. You were also in love once and it sucked.

Yet, even if you had feelings for someone, you never ended together. It was complicated and you don’t even think he shared your feelings. You had a fight with him about it and you even confessed, but he didn’t want to hear it or talk about it.

That’s how you were left with a broken heart and with a strong desire to not let a man into your life again.

Seungcheol seems to leave you speechless and it never happened with anyone. You need to have Minghao do a deep check on him later.

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The next day you start your recovery exercises with Seungcheol and you think he’s flirting nonstop. Little jokes here and there, his eyes lingering more than a few seconds on you, compliments, his hands on you. Of course he had to have his hands on you, to help you stand up or do the routine exercises, but still.

It didn’t feel professional all the way. Some touches felt personal, with a purpose. And the way he calls you pretty…

Normally, you would call out such behavior, but with him, you don’t know why, you allow it.

That same night, you call Minghao for a chat in your apartment. You still haven’t moved to the new one at The Towers. Minghao is silent, like a shadow. His figure slim, his eyes sharp and moves even sharper. He could kill a person with a toothpick if he wanted.

He takes his mask off and sits on the couch, waiting for you to say something.

Rua: What do you have for me?

Minghao: He’s pretty clean. He went to school here in Seoul, born here, has an older brother who’s a math teacher in college. His parents are alive and still together. He was married for 2 years with his high-school girlfriend, found out she cheated and left him for her boss. He started working at this hospital. Just some parking tickets here and there and some fights when he was young and dumb. Want me to put someone on his trace for a while?

Rua: Yeah, why not. Can’t let anything slip, right?

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One month later

Your leg is getting much better and you’re walking on your own with the help of a cane. Not very sexy, but that’s where you’re at right now. Your friendship with Seungcheol also developed, you’re much closer now and you are starting to trust him.

It helps that Jin has such high opinions about him too.

What got more complicated is your life, because there’s no moment of the day when you don’t think about him, and frankly it’s driving you crazy. you think about him while falling asleep at night, when you wake up in the morning, when you have files to read, contracts to sign.

You feel like you see his handsome face everywhere you go, even closing your eyes doesn’t help, because he’s there too.

You find yourself staring at Seungcheol today at your appointment. He’s got both hands over your injured leg, massaging it slowly, to help the blood flow. He’s been doing that every single day and it has messed with your head.

Seungcheol: Maybe I should not ask you this, but..

He sighs and takes a long pause before continuing, so your eyes are locked on him.

Rua: What is it?

Seungcheol: Well, I’ve been wondering if you’d maybe want to have dinner with me today. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just thought that you need to take your mind off from everything. I even asked your brother if he’s ok with it and if you have a favorite place or food…

Rua: Cheol, stop talking. I’d love to have dinner with you. Pick me up at 7, I’ll have my assistant call you and give you the address.

Seungcheol: R-really?

Rua: Why are you surprised?

Seungcheol: I mean… you’re so out of my league.

Rua: Oh, please stop that. You’re a handsome doctor, all the singles women in town would say yes to you.

The air became lighter around you, he really helps you relax and you want to explore these feelings that have been growing since you two met.

But this was the first mistake toward disaster. You’ve become too relaxed since that night when you got shot. Things were to quiet and normally, you would be suspicious and double the security for a while.

After all your appointments of the day you reach The Towers where you’re fully moved now. Your driver dropped you off in the underground parking lot and drove off to leave the car inside your private garage.

You didn’t take a bodyguard today, didn’t think it was necessary. That was the problem. You didn’t think.

And now, walking slowly with your cane, excited about your dinner with Seungcheol. Having your head in the clouds, your mind was louder than the steps that were closing in on you from behind.

What woke you up from your thoughts was a sharp and very fast sound that went close to your year. It was like a little lighting. One step forward and the wall in front of you was hit by something that got stuck in it.

Now you were fucking awake and aware. In less than a second you dropped to the ground, turned around and lifted your cane, ready to shoot.

A dark figure was running toward you, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden shift of position so he had to think fast. You tried a first shot but he was quick and you missed.

Everything was so quick and you knew that a fight would probably be a better way to escape this alive. A low kick to his legs, to have him lose his balance.

That made him stumble over but got on his feet fast. You stood up too and saw his hand going at his back pockets. Thinking he was going for a gun, you lift your cane again and shoot, this time with success. His stomach started to bleed and he dropped on his knees.

Another shot to his hand and you saw his gun flying.

Rua: Don’t move and I let you live!

You continue your steps, slowly, limping, your eyes locked on his hands, while your hand was firm and unwavering holding the cane, ready to blow his head off if he tried anything. Having Jun design this gun-cane for you was the best idea.

You manage to push the panic button attached to your bracelet and in less than 3 minutes the elevator doors behind the intruder open, with two of your men coming out, guns in hands.

They grab the guy and you give them instructions on what to do with him.

Finally in your apartment, you drop on the couch and the front door opens as Jun enters, with an anxious look on his face.

Rua: You look like someone died.

Jun: Not funny. Are you ok? Are you hurt?

Rua: Not even a scratch. And I would really appreciate if we leave this conversation for tomorrow. Today it’s not the day.

Jun: Ok, but we’re doubling the security and I don’t want you alone like this when you’re out of your apartment. You’ll have two guys outside your door at all hours of the day.

Rua: Thanks. I need the car ready for 7pm.

Jun: You don’t have anything in your schedule.

Rua: I have now.

Jun: Can I know what it is?

Rua: Meeting with my doctor.

Jun: Are you- are you having a date with the Choi guy?

Rua: Yes.

He didn’t say anything else, he just lowered his gaze to the floor and turned on his heel and left your apartment. There was no good way for him to find out, he would be upset about it anyway.

Jun felt his feet becoming heavier with each step he took toward his office. He knew this would happen someday, but now that it was here, he thought he was not ready for it.

His heart was hurting, his head felt heavy, his ears ringing. Reaching the office, he called Minghao over.

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When his friend arrived, he found Jun standing in front of the tall windows, with a glass in his hand, the other in his pants pocket.

Minghao: What’s up, buddy? You look like shit.

Jun: Just needed company.

Minghao: Is boss ok?

Jun: She’s great. She has a date with Choi today.

Minghao: No fucking way! Shit, I’m sorry

He comes close to Jun and puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to console him. Minghao knows about Jun’s feeling for you and he always made sure to be real with him and make him see that you two could never happen.

Jun: It’s just fucking hurts and there is nothing I can do. I will just feel like this and nothing can make me feel better.

Minghao: Do we trust the guy? I am still worried that he’s hiding something.

Jun: You’re just trying to make me feel better, stop! He’s the perfect guy

Minghao: Come on, dude! Like you’re less than him. You ae the best guy I know

Jun: But I’m not enough, and he is

Minghao: You really need to get over her. She knows you’re great, but it doesn’t mean that you’d be good together. Maybe for you, she’s the ideal woman, but she doesn’t see you like that. And it’s ok, we can’t have everything we want in life. But you really need to move on with your life and give yourself a chance to a new love. You deserve to be happy and she deserves to love whoever she wants freely, without worrying that it’s hurting you.

Listening to his friend’s words, Jun knows he’s right, but words are easy. Feelings are hard to control. He drowns the whole whisky and makes a call to prepare the car and a team to escort you out on your date. The night will probably be a long one for him and he’ll be hangover tomorrow, because he plans to drink the whole bottle.

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It’s almost 7 pm and you’re standing in front of your mirror, trying to make all the bad thoughts go away. You opted for a simple black bodycon dress that ends a little over your knees. It has long sleeves and it’s off shoulder. An elegant black blazer will keep you warm for the night and even if you’re still limping, you’re wearing a pair of high heels. Lots of gold bracelets that give off a pleasant asmr to your ears when you move your arms and your hair is high up in a ponytail.

Minghao calls you to let you know that Seungcheol is downstairs.

Rua: Bring him up and let yourself inside.

Minghao: Sure, boss.

Rua: Is…. Jun ok? I thought you were free for the day.

Minghao: He was just very tired and went to bed.

Of course you didn’t believe that, but you didn’t say anything more. In a few minutes you hear the knock on the door and Minghao opens the door to let your date walk inside the apartment.

You call from your living room and he starts to walk toward your voice. He finds you sitting on your couch, sipping from a glass. His gaze goes straight to your legs and how your dress was going up, revealing your thighs.

The champagne made you relax, your head resting back on the couch, eyes closed. It was such a full and stressful day and you can’t wait to end. It started from 8 am, when Jun came rushing into your office to give you some bad news about one of your ships that was supposed to get there today, but a mysterious fire engulfed a whole room and destroyed 4 expensive cars.

Then, while you were doing your recovery exercises with Seungcheol, you were so close to crying from frustration. It became really hard for you to stay back when important stuff came up at work. You were always hands on, and now you felt useless because of this fucking leg injury.

Doctors are saying you will recover completely, since the bullet didn’t do much damage. But even so, just one day of not being able to walk, run, fight, and you feel like a loser.

Then, as you were eating your lunch, you decided that the food tasted bad and you threw it away. And let’s not forget the guy that tried to kill you in the parking lot. It was just too much for a single day.

Seungcheol watches you as he takes his final steps before stopping a few meters away. Your free hand moves graciously and pats the place next to you on the couch.

And he moves again, sitting close to you. His eyes are still on you, admiring your beauty.

Rua: Want a drink before we go?

Seungcheol: No, thanks, I’m driving.

Rua: My driver will drive us today.

Seungcheol: There’s no need, really.

Rua: Stuff happened and it’s for our safety.

Seungcheol: What happened? Are you ok?

Rua: I’d rather not talk about it for now. Just let me finish this glass and we’re leaving.

A moment of silence came over the both of you. You could only hear your breaths and you swallowing the champagne. It felt good to just sit there and not talk.

Seungcheol: Can I ask you something?

Rua: Sure.

Seungcheol: Are you like… some sort of a big shot? I mean. This apartment, the people working for you are so intimidating, your have a driver and bodyguards. And don’t get me started on those jewelry you always wear, they must cost a fortune.

That made you smile and you opened your eyes and lifted your head to look at him.

Rua: I might be. Does that scare you?

Seungcheol: N-no, but I feel like you’re surrounded by tough guys and danger. Maybe I am a little intimidated, that’s all.

Rua: I will tell you this. My life indeed is not easy and there are people that would want me dead, yes. Sometimes things get so difficult that I need to make impossible decisions. Sometimes I just disappear for days or even weeks because it gets too hard. There are things that I will never tell you about and situations that I would want to keep away. I’ve never had a relationship, because of my work and my people. I just wanted to commit to them only. But I feel like I’d like to experience that now. I am not looking for fuckboys, one night stands, games or sex without feelings, you name it.

He's just looking at you with big eyes. Then you lean over a little and whisper into his ear.

Rua: This is the part where I’m giving you a choice. You can walk away right now and I won’t even be mad about it.

He just turns his face to look into your eyes again, your noses barely touching.

Seungcheol: Looks like we’re looking for the same thing.

You feel the tension between you two, eyes starring into each other, breaths heavy and lips slightly opened. But a kiss is not on your list for now, it’s too early, he’s still a stranger.

So you move away and put your empty glass on your coffee table.

Rua: Then let’s go, I’m starving. Help me get up?

As you’re heading to the door he showers you in compliments and offers his arm for you to hold and you do so. Outside, two men are guarding your door and one joins you into the elevator, all the way to your car, where your driver and Seokmin awaits.

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The car ride to the restaurant is pretty quiet and comfortable. You ask about his choice for medical school and he asks about your family. It seems that he’s avoiding to question you more about your job and lifestyle and you’re glad.

As you arrive at the venue, you realize that it’s one of your favorite restaurants. He picked it, probably asked Seokjin for some inspiration. You walk slowly, cane in your right hand and Seungcheol right next to your left, your arm in his.

You feel good, confident and sexy, and your fancy metallic cane gives you a dangerous aura.

Restaurant hostess: Oh, miss Lee, wasn’t expecting you tonight, so happy to see you. Let me take you to your favorite table.

Seungcheol: Oh, I didn’t know you’re such a popular figure.

Rua: Wouldn’t say I am, but I do enjoy the good restaurants and museums. You’d barely see me anywhere else where it’s crowded.

Seungcheol: Noted.

He gives you a big smile and helps you sit on your chair.

Restaurant hostess: I’ll leave you 5 minutes to decide on what you want to eat and drink. Enjoy your evening!

Both of you take a look at the menu, but you already know what you’re having. You give a few suggestions to Seungcheol and he seems eager to try everything you’ve recommended.

Seungcheol: You can take the lead on here, I will trust whatever you chose.

Rua: Ok, then. Leave it on me

You hear a voice calling your name and you turn around.

“Oh my dear Rua, I’m so ecstatic seeing you here”

Rua: Chef Collin, it’s been a while. Sorry I won’t get up, I had a tiny accident

Chef: Oh no, what happened? Are you ok now?

Rua: An injury to my leg but I am recovering quickly.

Chef: Good, good. When I heard you’re here I just needed to come greet you. I am glad you’re ok. And who is this gentleman?

Rua: He’s my date, Choi Seungcheol, who’s also my doctor.

Seungcheol: Nice meeting you, heard so many good things about you and your restaurant!

He gets up to bow to the chef and keeps standing.

Chef: What will you two have tonight?

You start saying words that Seungcheol didn’t really understand. It felt like you were saying a poem and he looked at you with admiration.

Rua: And of course, the specialty for the night and my favorite champagne and water. Would you like something else to drink, Cheol?

Sengcheol: N-no, champagne s-sounds perfect. Thank you!

Cheff: Ok then, I’ll leave you two love birds and hope you’ll enjoy your evening and meal. Talk soon, Rua!

A slight blush creeps up your cheeks and you blame it on the alcohol. Seungcheol smiles and sits back in his chair.

Seungcheol: I like the nickname.

Rua: It just slipped out.

Seungcheol: I’ll need to find one for you too, little miss popular.

Rua: Oh, come on, people barely know me.

Seungcheol: So what do you do? I have no idea what you do as work, all I know is that you’re crazy rich and busy.

Rua: I have more businesses, but the main one is construction. The building where I live is mine, it was finished recently and I also moves my offices there and all my companies.

Seungcheol: That’s impressive. I knew about the building, it’s the most expensive in the whole country but I had no idea who owns it. How did you get into construction?

Rua: It was a family business. Since I was a teenager, my dad would bring me with him everywhere when it came to the company, and he teached me how things work. I got to love it, and being an artistic soul, it came easy to me. After he died, I became the owner of everything.

Seungcheol: And I guess you have many enemies, being this rich and on top of that a woman. Especially old men.

Rua: True. I mean, the world is corrupt and the wealthier you are, the more dangerous your life becomes. People so be trying to unalive you.

Seungcheol: Is that what happened that night you got shot?

Rua: True. So that’s why I need dangerous men working for me, because I need protection.

Seungcheol: I don’t know much about this world, my life has been pretty normal and boring and I don’t have rich friends. I think you might be the richest person I’ve ever talked to. How come your brother is a doctor? I’m confused.

Rua: He never liked the life my family wanted to offer him. His passion was being a doctor, helping people, not sitting at a desk at a big company. But the public doesn’t know we are siblings. He left when he was very young, changed his name and papers and moved back recently. He didn’t want to leave me here alone, although I have some very close friends that are like family.

Seungcheol: I don’t know what to say, your life sounds fascinating and seems that you’ve been trough some hard times.

He puts his hands over yours that were sitting on the table together. His touch very gentle, and looks at you with warm eyes.

Seungcheol: I’d like to think that you at least consider me a friend. Know that I am here for you with whatever you need.

Rua: Thank you, it means a lot. But you have to know that you’ll need to be very patient. I don’t open easily to people.

As you were talking and having an intimate emotional moment, a loud laugh is heard somewhere in the restaurant. It sounds so familiar that it sends a shiver down your spine and you feel a hole in your chest.

You haven’t heard that laugh in years and now would be the worst moment to hear it.

Your eyes scan the room and a few tables behind Seungcheol, right in your line of vision, you notice the stupid face of Jeon Wonwoo. He’s facing you. And in front of him it’s him. You could recognize him from 1 million. Big frame, wide shoulders, loud.

Seungcheol is saying something but you don’t understand anything. Your eyes move from him to Wonwoo’s table and back. Barely waking up from your thoughts, thanks to his hands squeezing yours, you apologize.

Rua: Sorry, I just… I think I saw someone I haven’t seen in years and can’t say I am happy about it.

Seungcheol: Oh! Are you ok? What can I do?

Rua: I’m ok, don’t worry. Just need a glass and I’ll relax.

And as you said that, your champagne was making it’s way to your table, the hostess bringing it with a smile on her face.

Unfortunately, Wonwoo’s eyes were doing what men eyes do. Looking at the hostess’s ass as she walked towards you. And his eyes followed her until she stopped and placed the bottle on your table to get it ready to open it.

That’s when he saw you. He smirked and his face light up.

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Mingyu

Mingyu: Hmm, I don’t know what I’m in the mood for tonight, but I know I am fucking hungry. What are you getting?

But Wonwoo didn’t respond, he was busy with something and he had a stupid grin on his face, his eyes squinted.

Mingyu: What the fuck are you doing?

Wonwoo: Magnificent! Just perfect!

Mingyu: What? What?

Wonwoo: My future wife is on a little date. Aww, how cute. They are holding hands.

Mingyu turns around to see what his friend is starring at and when he saw you, his smile dropped. He turned back immediately.

Mingyu: Why the hell didn’t you say it was her? I wouldn’t have turned like a desperate teenager to look at her. You ruined my night, thanks, dummy.

Wonwoo: Oh, please. Wait here, I need to say hi to her.

Mingyu: Come on, drop it. Don’t make a scene, you already ruined my mood.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t listen. He gets up and slowly walks over to your table. As you were taking your first sip of champagne, many things happened at the same time. Wonwoo’s “Good evening”, you spitting your drinking and choking, your leg flying up into Seungcheol’s knee, hitting him with your pointed shoe and Mingyu getting up and bumping into a waiter that was carrying a big tray with plates and food. The tray dropped, a loud noise of plates shattering on the floor was heard trough the whole restaurant, Mingyu not stopping or looking back.

Wonwoo: Oh, sorry, didn’t want to scare you.

Rua: Mister Mayor, a pleasure to see you, as always.

Wonwoo: I was just having dinner with Mingyu and thought to be a good citizen and say hello to my favorite business woman. Aren’t you going to introduce me?

Rua: No, you can leave now.

Wonwoo: Oh, always rude…

He didn’t get to finish what he had to say, because Seokmin and other two of your men came behind him, asking him not to cause a scene and step back from you.

Seokmin: Mister Mayor, please drop it and give miss Lee some privacy. People are looking and you know the owner is our friend.

Wonwoo dropped the smirk and the act and he gave a “have a good evening” and left, trying to straighten his suit.

Seokmin: Do you need anything, boss?

Rua: Just keep that idiot away from me.

Seungcheol looked at you in shock, because you treated the actual mayor like that. The rich powerful mayor.

Seungcheol: That was unexpected.

Rua: Sorry about that, he’s just insufferable and can’t be bothered tonight.

Seungcheol: I think we’ll need more than one bottle.

The evening went smooth after that. Food was delicious, you felt so full and satisfied. Your cheeks were burning and probably pink by now, but you felt good and free. Maybe your partner for the night had a little big to do about it too.

You were the last two client there and it was almost 10 pm.

Rua: I have no idea when the hours passed.

Seungcheol: It happens when you’re in the right company.

Rua: Cheol, you’re such a flirt. Why do you flirt so much?

Seungcheol: I guess I just like you, so it comes naturally.

You covered your face with your hands and giggled.

Rua: Stoooop!

Seungcheol: I think we should probably go, it’s getting late and I need to bring you back home at a decent hour, or else your guy will kick my ass.

Rua: Who’s my guy?

Seungcheol: I don’t remember his name. The blonde guy. I met him downstairs when I got to your building. I felt like a little kid being scolded.

Oh.

Jun probably made sure to let Seungcheol know that you have people holding your back and to just… scare him.

You signal him to move his face closer to yours so you can whisper something.

Rua: I have to tell you something.

Seungcheol: What is it?

Rua: I’m drunk. How am I going to walk? I can’t even stand up.

He then gets up, takes your purse and puts it around his shoulder, then leans down in front of you and lifts you up bridal style.

Rua: Whoaaa!! Cheoool!

Seungcheol: Someone as pretty as you should never need to walk. You should get carried all the time, like a princess.

Rua: But we didn’t pay.

Seungcheol: Yes we did.

Rua: When?

Seungcheol: It’s my secret.

The staff bows and wishes you a good night. You wave and then hide your face into Seungcheol’s shoulder, feeling shy that they’ve seen you in this state.

Once you’ve reached your car, the driver opens the door, leaving space for your date to place you slowly on the back seat, followed by him sitting right next to you.

Rua: Sorry for being drunk, but I needed it.

Seungcheol: Nothing to be sorry about.

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As the car was on the move, your eyelids felt heavier and heavier. In what felt like seconds, you’re woken up by Seungcheol, gently patting your hand. As your eyes open, the hand he’s been touching rests right on his thigh and you pull it back right away, feeling embarrassed.

Seunghceol: Come on, we’re here. I’ll carry you to your apartment.

He gets out of the car and as he’s leaning over to lift you, you hear someone say something from behind him.

Jun: I got her from here, the driver will drop you off to your address and I’ll have someone drive your car there too.

Seungcheol: There’s no need, I want to help her.

Jun: I won’t repeat myself

Jun looks mad, really mad. His eyes burn into Seungcheol’s face, looking almost threatening, so the older man think for a second and decided that it’s not the time or place to be stubborn and he gives up.

As Jun lifts you in his arms, you say bye to Seungcheol, telling him you’ll talk tomorrow.

On the way to his place, he feels conflicted. You seem pretty close to this guy that works for you. Is he only working for you, or is there more? He needs to know, either way.

Minghao is watching the scene before him. It looks out of a fairytale. A tall handsome prince, carrying his beautiful princess that’s in distress and needs him. And he shakes his head to Jun, wondering if any of his words earlier today were registered. Because this right now looks far from “you need to distance yourself from her and move on”.

But then again what does he know, he’s never been in love. So he just offers a soft smile to his friend and follows them to the elevator.

Jun: I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. Just doing my job.

Minghao: I didn’t say anything, and you know better what is best for you, so..

Rua: You guys are being loud and I am trying to sleep here

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Mingyu

After leaving the restaurant, Mingyu went straight home. He needed to blow off some steam after seeing you. He gets inside his house, heading right into his personal gym and starts hitting the punching bag. He hits it so hard that his fists start to bleed, but that doesn’t make him stop. The image of your face that’s so fresh in his mind drives him nuts, punching the bag harder, until he screams loudly and stops.

Wonwoo: What the fuck is wrong with your ass?

Mingyu: Shut up, told you not to go and stir shit up.

Wonwoo: Oh, come on, you know me. Her gorillas kicked me out though.

Mingyu: Are you into humiliation or something? You always either get pushed away from her vicinity and she’s slapping you.

Wonwoo: Nah, that’s you. I just enjoy annoying her.

Mingyu: Why? What are you getting out of this? You sound like a child.

Wonwoo: What’s the matter, buddy? You jealous?

Mingyu scuffs at his friend’s words and he goes to treat his bleeding fists.

Wonwoo: You crazy bastard. What did you do to yourself!

Mingyu: Nothing. Can you leave? I want to be alone.

Wonwoo: I’ll go. Don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow with Yoongi.

Mingyu doesn’t have a great night, he can barely sleep, thought of you going trough his head. How you’ve used to be so close, how your voice sounded, how you both used to sneak out your houses to meet at midnight and go out partying together.

He’s still attending parties, and since you lost contact, he’s never seen you out. Not even at important event, not to mentions clubs. Maybe he keeps on going out hoping you might be there too.

“Fuuuck! What’s wrong with me? She’s a lying bitch and she ruined my life. Why do I still think about her?”

Next day, the three men have a private meeting in the Min territory. Dozens of armed men are guarding the surroundings.

Yoongi: Did you take care of the ship?

Mingyu: Yeah, but the damages were not as big as we expected and hoped for. Seems that there were too many guards and our guy couldn’t set fire to more than one room.

Yoongi: Too bad, she would have lost a lot more money.

Wonwoo: Now, if we’re going to calculate how much would she have lost if all the cars were damaged, it’s not a lot, considering she got them for so little.

Yoongi: You’re probably right, but still. It’s pissing her off.

Mingyu: And also, making her strike back.

Yoongi: How, if she doesn’t know who did it? She thinks I’m on her side. By the way, I sent a guy for her last night. I am waiting for word from him.

Wonwoo: You sent the guy to do what and at what time? Because she was alive and well last night, having a date.

Yoongi: Really? The guy confirmed her arrival at The Towers around 5pm, so about that time.

Wonwoo: Nah, we saw her after 7-8. Your guy is probably dead.

Yoongi: Out of the question, he’s one of the best. And she’s fucking limping.

Mingyu: You forget she’s trained and could probably kick your ass any day.

Yoongi: Who’s side are you on?

Mingyu: Just letting you know what she’s capable of.

Yoongi: I think you forget you came to me for help, to bring her down and take everything from her.

Mingyu: Yeah, but not kill her.

Yoongi: And she is not dead. I don’t plan on doing that, relax. Remember how she butchered your men at the warehouse that night? How she blew up the place? She’s not going to fail to pull the trigger if you’re in her sight. Keep that in mind.

Wonwoo: Ok, ok. Thing is that we need to work from more sides. Kick her where it hurts more. Her business and her people.

Yoongi: You said she was on a date? Cand you find out who the guy is?

Wonwoo: Can I find out who the guy is..haha. I’ll have his name on my desk in minutes.

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2 weeks later

Wonwoo did not have in fact his name on his desk in hours. Not even days. It made him think the guy was a ghost or something. He tried everything to find something about your date. So he asks Mingyu’s help.

Getting off the call with Wonwoo, Mingyu calls for Jeonghan and Joshua into his office. The two men appear after 40 minutes, both wearing black elegant suits.

Mingyu: Oh, Josh, you cut your hair.

Joshua: Yeah, girls like it like this.

Jeonghan: Pfff, you’re saying it like you’re getting girls. Everywhere you go, there’s Jenny all over you, cockblocking you.

Mingyu: You still seeing Jenny?

Joshua: It’s nothing serious, we’re just fooling around. Can we talk about why you wanted to see us?

Mingyu: I need to find a guy.

Jeonghan: Ok, you have a photo?

Mingyu: That’s the thing, I don’t.

Jeonghan: What do you have on him that we can use?

Mingyu: Basically, nothing. You think you could get the security cam footage from last night from The Wine Story? Even any other cam footage from the area.

Joshua: We’ll see what we can do and let you know.

Mingyu: Great, I really need this info.

Joshua: You going to the hotel’s inauguration tonight, right?

Mingyu: Yeah, of course.

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Earlier today

Seungcheol: So don’t go if you don’t want to.

Rua: Yeah, but I am the main architect of the project and the owner was friends with my parents. I have to go.

Seungcheol: Awww, I’m sorry I can’t do anything to make it better. I have to be at the hospital the whole night.

Rua: I know. Don’t work yourself too hard.

Seungcheol: I’ll try, but it doesn’t depend on me.

Rua: I need to go now, but keep in touch.

Seungcheol: Have fun!

Later that day you were laying in your bed after a nap, your blanket over your head. Hearing Jun enter your apartment, you know he’s coming to wake you up and have you get ready for the event you’re going to attend tonight.

Jun: Come on, let’s get you up!

Rua: 10 more minutes, mom.

Jun: Don’t be a jerk, the people from hair and makeup are waiting for you.

Rua: But I want to shower first.

Jun: Come on, make it quick!

You whine and he gets his hands under your blanket, searching for your feet. Grabbing them, he starts to pull, making you sit up, giggling.

Rua: I could be naked, you pervert!

Jun: That would make it even funnier.

Rua: My naked body is funny to you?

Jun: I haven’t seen you naked, so I wouldn’t know.

Rua: Because it’s so much difference between me in a swimsuit and me naked.

Jun: Well you could have like… boobs that go in different directions, one up, one down. I don’t know.

Rua: Yeah, and I keep them in check with bras. You’re right. I have wild boobs.

Jun: Yeah, that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend.

Rua: Yet.

Jun: Oh?

Rua: Now get out if you don’t wanna get blinded by my wild boobs, I need to go take that shower.

This type of bickering was always the norm between you two since you were kids. If you were not having these little arguments, then something was wrong. Really. If you and your best friend are not teasing each other like this, then are you even best friends?

As you were sitting in front of the mirror, having your makeup and hair artists working on you, your assistant walks in the room lifting up two dresses.

Assistant: You need to pick one.

Rua: I like both, but I’ll have to try them on so I can decide.

You’ve tried both and you preferred the white short one that has a slight sparkle to it and a cute bow in the front of your chest, off shoulder. The hair will probably be styled pretty natural, straightened. Maybe a diamond hair piece on the side to keep the hair off your face.

These last few days have been less gloomy than the last months, because you’re finally walking by yourself, almost no limping. Even the exercises at the gym became close to what you normally did.

It’s been 2 weeks since that first date with Seungcheol and things have been great. You had a couple more dates that went well, a movie date, a ride around the city with a stop at a fast-food place and an unplanned dinner at your office.

Not sure you’d have brought him to this event tonight with you if he was not busy at the hospital, though. Maybe it was too soon for this. Bringing him into your circles was not something easy.

After a few texts exchanges with Seungcheol, it’s time to leave. Jun will accompany you, like usual, and he’s looking very elegant, like a prince.

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Arriving at the hotel, you feel proud when you look up and admire its beauty, knowing that this came out of your mind and hands. Your parents would be proud too to see how far you’ve come as an architect. You wish they were here.

There’s a lot of people outside too. The entrance is huge, with tall and wide glass doors and a few steps to reach it. Several staff people are waiting to greet the guests and to help them with any information they might need.

They were trained to recognize the important people that are coming tonight and they sure know who you are, as one of them comes to offer his services and lead you inside.

Jun takes the lead and tells the young man you don’t need any help and you both excuse yourselves and head to the entrance.

Jun: Love the futuristic approach of the building combined with little antique details. It’s very you.

Rua: The owners gave me total freedom with the project so I gave them exactly that.

The interior gives the same futuristic vibe, but the party adds more complexity to it. Everyone is wearing extravagant outfits and you feel a little underdressed. The entry room is large, tall, with white and green accents coming down from the ceiling that fill out the place.

The main attraction is the fountain in the middle for which you hired sculptures to make a spectacular scene that reminds you of the greek gods and goddesses. Gold and rare stones were used for the statues and guests seem to love it, everyone taking pictures and selfies in front of it.

Jun: Drinks or meeting the owners first?

Rua: Drinks, wtf.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the nearest bar where you order some fancy cocktails. Memories come flashing back from when you used to go out with your former friend Mingyu. It’s like nothing changed but at the same time nothing is the same anymore.

Different people, different context, different feelings. It’s like he’s still there, just in a haunting type of way. While sipping from that delicious pineapple-something drink, someone bumps into your shoulder.

Jungkook: Oh, excuse me, miss Lee.

Rua: Jungkook, it’s fine.

Jungkook: It must be the end of the world if you’re out at a party.

Rua: I used to party when you were still having pimples and braces. It’s boring now

Jungkook: Are you saying you’re old?

Rua: Maybe I am

Jungkook: You look great, anyway. Catch you later, maybe show you some moves.

Rua: Yeah yeah

You barely noticed the girl that was holding his hand, behind him. And he completely ignored her, he just flirted with her right there, with no shame. But that’s how he is. He might be one of the hottest and wanted single men in the country, but he’s also a huge red flag.

His date gives you a nasty look and starts to scold him from the way her arms are moving, but it’s not your problem. You laugh and drag Jun away from the crowd, looking for a more private spot.

Rua: Should we do a tour of the party?

Jun: Don’t mind if I do. Are you not afraid of who we might run into?

Rua: No, and don’t care. I am one of the guests of honor.

Jun: Oh, miss important who’s not afraid of anything.

So you started walking slowly, hand in hand, sipping from your expensive glasses and exchanging knowing looks when you saw something crazy. Some outfits were just plain ridiculous and it made both of you burst into laughter, almost to tears.

Jun: Oh, I think I spotted the owner that’s your dad’s friend and he’s coming over.

Mr. Kang: Dear Rua, welcome! When did you get here and why nobody told me?

Rua: Good evening, Mr. Kang. About half hour or so. I have to say, this is a great party and I love what you’ve done with the place.

Mr. Kang: Thank you, but it’s also your merit. So long since I last seen you two. How is your family, Jun?

Jun: They are fine, still living in China.

Mr. Kang: We should meet some day and catch up, now I need to entertain all my guests. You two have fun and if you need anything, just ask the staff or me.

The music was nice, went well with the mood of the place. But the glass was empty and you were not in the search of a refill. As you were walking and enjoying a nice conversation with your friend, your eyes fly over to a corner where a big round sofa was sitting under a glass ceiling.

Among the groups of people sitting there you spot Joshua, one of Mingyu’s men. He’s talking to some guys that you don’t recognize. Well if he’s here, then his boss must be too.

And while looking into Joshua’s direction, Jun says you’ve reached the bar so he’ll order some drinks so you stay put and wait for him. Trying to not look suspicious, starring too much into the same direction, you turn toward the bar and try to take a step.

But it felt like you hit a wall. A softer wall, indeed, but still. Looking up, you see two familiar brown eyes starring into yours. Horror came over you and you couldn’t move or say anything.

The moment maybe lasted 3 seconds but it felt like minutes. And while seconds were passing, his face kept contorting more, changing from surprise, to shock, to horror, to disgust, to anger.

Mingyu thought if he should say something. Anything that could bother you, but suddenly he sees your lips move. That’s a view he hasn’t seen in years and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your full, luscious, glossy lips that used to kiss his cheeks so often.

Rua: Well surely this is not my lucky month.

And you pushed past him to get to Jun. that was supposed to get him angry, but not. He smirked and continued his way to Joshua.

Rua: I just bumped into Mingyu.

Jun: Shut uuupp! Did he say anything?

Rua: No, he was just starring like a psycho. Not even a word.

Jun: So he’s not a yapper anymore?

Rua: Maybe he changed, what do I know. Not like I ever really known him.

Jun: Come on, you were besties, you did everything together.

Rua: He’s just a good actor and he fooled me back then. And now he’s my enemy. That reminds me- is everything set for tonight?

Jun: Yeah, I have word from Hao and Seokmin. They’ll manage without us.

Rua: Revenge will taste sweet. Can’t just stand back and let them step on me. And being here will be a good alibi. Mingyu knows I never just stay at home and give orders so others do the work.

Jun: Then it’s a good thing that he saw you. Now let’s go to the dj room and dance a little.

Heading to the main party room, the vibe is completely different. The hallways leading there has windows left and right, with massive basalt sculptures and red lights.

Techno music gets louder and louder as you step closer to the crowd. Now, since you came here, might as well take advantage and actually have fun like old times. Your mind goes to Mingyu for a second, but you shake your head quickly.

Jun: I see Jungkook.

Run: Let’s go there.

Weaving your way trough the dancing crowd, you reach Jungkook and he comes to give you a hug. You see the same girl from earlier, who’s left behind him, then you notice Taehyung too and give him a little wave.

Jungkook: I’m soo happy you came.

Run: Well don’t you seem like you’re having the best time.

Jungkook: I’m probably ahead of you with many shots. Come, drink with me.

As he takes your hand to take you to the bar, Jun grabs his arm.

Jungkook: We’re just going to get shots for everyone, relax. I’m not stealing her from you.

Rua: It’s fine, Jun. Stay here, we’ll be back in 5.

Reaching the bar, it seems like everyone there knows Jungkook, everyone waving, saying hi or smirking at him. He first orders a few shots only for the two of you.

Rua: Mmmm sweet, I like.

Jungkook: Sweet like you.

As he’s saying that, his pinching your cheek and scrunches his nose at you.

Rua: Are you flirting again?

Jungkook: Yes. Is it working?

Rua: No. and besides, I am seeing someone.

He chokes on his drink and he looks at you with his big eyes.

Jungkook: Who dared to take my girl away?

Rua: I was never your girl.

Jungkook: Yeah, what’s up with that? Why did we never hook up? We’re both young, hot, successful.

Rua: Probably because years our families were rivals aaand, probably because you fuck anything that breathes.

He whines and pouts and it looks funny coming from him, a big dangerous looking manly man.

Jungkook: I think that we would look so hot together in bed.

Rua: I know we would, but I am not into what you’re offering.

Jungkook: Maybe I’d be a good boy for you and settle down.

Rua: Riiight.

You both start to laugh and he gives you another hug.

Jungkook: I really missed having fun with you at parties. Maybe we’ll do this again.

Rua: Doubt it.

Jungkook: Let’s take these shots to the rest.

Rua: Your girlfriend hates me already.

Jungkook: Oh please, she’s not my anything. She’s just some girl from our circle of friends that thinks she can trick me into a relationship. I haven’t even fucked her, can you believe that?

Rua: Nooo.

And as suspected, the girl kept her eyes on you, giving you nasty looks. She kept on trying to be close to Jungkook but he kept on moving around to escape her.

Having already few shots and 2 drinks on board, your feet started moving and in no time you were dancing. You were thankful Jun was a good dancer, and alcohol seems to make him friendly and sociable too. He’s made friends into Jungkook’s group so fast.

You thought you should check on Seungcheol, you promised to keep in touch throughout the night, so you grab your phone from the bag and open the chat with him.

Jungkook: Aw, is that your little bf?

Rua: Hey, mind your business.

Jungkook had his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his body and trying to make him look away from your phone, you started to tickle him. Giggles and laughter could be heard around your group from the two of you. Jun was glad to see you have fun for a change.

Jungkook: Ya, don’t tickle me over my abs, it’s a sensitive spot.

Rua: Omg, stop being such a horndog.

This was a normal interaction between you and him, he was always flirty and you always rejected him. That was the routine. Would he really go all the way if you let him? You didn’t know. It was not like he was messing with a regular girl. He wouldn’t risk pissing you off. Doesn’t matter he comes from a family of gangsters, you were dangerous too.

As the little scene between you two was unfolding, Jungkook’s female friend that was all over him the whole night decided in her drunken mind that she had enough. Her blood was boiling, crazy eyes on display, hand armed with a full glass of some colored alcohol to match perfectly with your white dress.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion. People moving to the rhythm of the music, or just moving around. You and Jungkook being silly with each other as his arm was still around your shoulder. The girl pacing carefully on drunken feet, trying to steady herself and not drop the glass before she gets to you.

A group of men walking into the room, heading toward you unknowingly, just following the music. Taehyung’s eyes noticing the anger on the girl’s face, that was now getting closer to you. Jun’s eyes that are starting to move between you and the girl, his brain going into work.

You were completely unaware of what was coming, but it’s not like you were not used to it by now. Cold liquid went flying, going on both yours and Jungkook’s clothes. Jun’s foot going in front of the girl to make her lose her balance, while Taehyung was laughing, holding Jun back, because he wanted to see the show.

Your eyes went from Jungkook to the new familiar faces that were walking into your direction. Just for a split moment. Just for that quarter of a second, your eyes caught Mingyu’s and Joshua’s faces, both starring at you.

Then your gaze continued to move onto the culprit. Jun’s foot made her lose her composure an helped with the drink not reaching your face and she stumbled a little. But that was her bad luck. If she was not this close she would have been safe.

Someone would keep you from smashing her face. And now, everyone’s focus was on your fist starting to travel toward her stupid face. “What a face to be punched” you thought, seeing her this close.

Right into her jaw. Her ass falling right onto the table behind her, where there were some food left from earlier when you all got hungry.

Yup, this was something that you used to do often, going out, years ago. Your punches always had stability, even when drunk. They always went straight to the target. And hard. Jungkook and Taehyung were laughing their asses off, while Jun was shaking his head, wondering what was in that girl’s head for trying something like this.

You? You were mad. Who does she think she is? Seeing the state your expensive dress is, you grab the girl and drag her outside of the room, to the hallway. She’s screaming at you, calling you a bitch and that she’ll show you.

Reaching the hallway, you throw her like a ragdoll and tell Jun to call security to get her out.

Rua: I am not moving until I see someone take her stupid ass in the street.

“You fucking bitch, do you know who my dad is? You’re fucked!” She screams from the floor.

Jungkook: Rua, calm, relax. I’ll take care of her.

Then he lifts her up by her arm and drags her out, with her still yelling.

You’re still angry and you need to calm down, but being also tipsy makes it hard.

Rua: I need to get some air.

Jun: No, we need to stay inside where Mingyu can see us. The plan is in action as of 30 minutes ago. Just wait a little bit longer.

Rua: Ugh, I need to get out of this dress and take a long shower. I’m over this party. I should of beaten that little shit up more.

Jun: No, that would have brought too much attention to us. It’s your first time going out in years and this happens. It might be all over the media tomorrow. I will talk to Mr. Kang later also.

Rua: And find out who she is and fix that too.

Jun: What do you want me to do?

Rua: I want apologies. Face to face. Or publicly if this goes out.

As you’re leaning to the wall, talking to Jun, your eyes are pulled like magnets to Mingyu that walks by, followed by his pose. His phone close to his ear, tells you that he’s been notified about something important. Maybe that something that was your doing.

You both lock eyes for a few seconds. He looks angry, but there is something else there. You’d love to slap that expression off his face anytime. That stupid handsome face.

Rua: Ok, now we can go get some air and sit somewhere. Mingyu just left in a hurry and not happy.

Jun: Our guys must be done by now then.

Finding a terrace somewhere on the upper floors, you lay on a chair and wait for Jun to get the news from tonight’s operation.

Jun: Hao says it’s safer for us to meet at The Towers.

Rua: Ok, gather everyone there in one hour.

15 minutes later you two left, saying goodbye to Mr. Kang and the rest of your acquaintances. An extra car joined to escort you and Jun to the building.

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Sitting in your office chair, you look at Minghao, then at Jun. Seokmin needs to come and give the final word. In minutes, he enters your office with a serious look on his face and sits down next to Hao.

Jun: Well?

Seokmin: A success. All went as planned.

Minghao: Fuck yeah!

Rua: Casualties?

Minghao: Some hits on the truck I was in, it will need some fixing. The paintings are safe though. One of the men was injured on his shoulder, will check on him later.

Rua: Good enough. How many did you get to steal?

Seokmin: The whole special exhibition. 25 I think?

Minghao: Yes, 25. I was handling them with so much care and almost cried when I touched them.

Jun: Aww, my little art lover.

Rua: I might let you have one as a thank you gift for doing such a good job.

Jun: So what’s the plan now? What do we do with them? Sell them?

Rua: What would piss off Mingyu the most?

Seokmin: To see them destroyed?

Rua: To never find out what happened to them.

Minghao: He got this coming. Let’s see how his good friend Jeon Wonwoo will get him out of it. Those paintings are worth over 100 million together.

Jun: We will be prepared for anything they have to throw at us.

Rua: I want a meeting with Yoongi tomorrow, need to know we can count on him in case of war with the Kim’s and the mayor. Minghao, did you manage to get some information from the guy that attacked me?

Minghao: Not yet, then again, I only had one session with him and it was light torture. Next time I’ll get what I need from him, even if I need to kill him. And speaking of that, I might of shot Jeonghan tonight.

Jun: You what?

Minghao: I had to, he was in my way and didn’t want to run him over with the truck.

Rua: Awww, what a good former friend you are.

Minghao: Like you would actually kill Mingyu.

Rua: I might, I don’t know.

Well nobody believed you, because they knew you still cared about him in some way or another. And they thought that he felt the same. If you both wanted the other dead, it would be easy to do it.

It was a long night. Laying in bed, your mind went to Seungcheol and a naughty thought came into your head. “I’ll just send him a little photo as good night, give him a little sneak peak of what he could have. But. I’ll act innocent about it.”

credits for the girl photo: Infaithes

Next morning, your door flies open with a loud bang, waking you up.

Rua: What the fuck!

Jun: Wake up, there is a shitshow out there.

Rua: What?

Jun: The whole media, the netizens, the police, the city hall, everyone went crazy about last night’s heist.

Rua: Ok, slowly please. And I need something for my head. Anyone called?

Jun: Yeahh, including Yoongi. You need to convince him it was not us.

Rua: I’m not worried. We worked with just a handful of people and we planted little decoys to point toward other groups.

Jun: I’ve heard Mingyu is pissed about Jeonghan getting shot. Now he knows how it feels.

Rua: That’s enough for today, I am going to lay low and take the day off after I meet with Yoongi.

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Later in your office, your assistant announces the Min’s arrival and she invites them in. He came with Jungkook and Taehyung. Jungkook hugs you eagerly, asking if you’re ok after the altercation last night.

Rua: How is everyone? Had lunch, you’re hungry?

Yoongi is pacing inside the room and gets a low laugh out.

Yoongi: You really did the Kim’s dirty, didn’t you?

Rua: If you’re talking about the heist, no. I wish it was me, putting such a big hole into his pockets. But no, sorry to disappoint.

Taehyung: It wasn’t you? No way it was not you.

You look at them with a smile on your face while leaning back in your chair.

Rua: I want to know who did it thought, and make them my friends.

Yoongi leans over your desk and looks into your eyes for a good moment, and you keep his gaze.

Jungkook: Then who did it?

Rua: I thought it was you guys, that’s why I asked to meet today. I really thought you did it and I am expecting a retaliation from him. Wanted to talk about our alliance and plan in case of war.

Yoongi: I mean, since none of us did it, there is no reason for him to hit us.

Rua: But how will he know this?

Jungkook: I guess we’ll need to reinforce our security everywhere, be careful and just wait to see his next move.

Rua: I wonder who he pissed off so bad that they went and did this.

Yoongi: We will probably find out one way or another. Anyway, if you need anything I’m a call away, call any of us and we’ll do the same.

Rua: Thanks, good to know.

Jungkook: Let’s get coffee and catch up, just the two of us.

Rua: Why not, I am taking the day off anyway.

You’re walking out of the building with the three men and as Yoongi and Tae get in their car and leave, you and Jungkook cross the street and enter the coffee shop.

After ordering a slice of cake and a hot cocoa, you find a table close to the window and sit there. The atmosphere here is really nice and you like how it smells like baked sweets. Sometimes you come here alone, have your cake and just watch the people.

Jungkook: So this is how a date feels like.

Rua: Only that this is not a date.

Jungkook: You and your bf do this?

Rua: Going on dates? Of course.

Jungkook: What’s his name? What does he do? Does he treat you good?

Rua: What’s with the questions? I’d rather keep my relationship private for now. But he has a respectable job and he’s amazing.

The server comes with your order, placing the cakes and drinks on the table. She keeps looking at Jungkook and feels like she wants to say something.

Server: I’m sorry, but are you Jeon Jungkook?

Jungkook: Maybe?

Rua: Maybe? What answer is that? Yes, he is.

Server: Omg, I am such a big fan of yours. Can I maybe have an autograph?

Jungkook: Sure, anything for my fans. I’ll even take a selfie with you.

You scoffed at him and started to eat your strawberry cake. He gets so ridiculous when people recognize him. So full of himself. As you were deep in your thoughts, watching the interaction before you, your phone started ringing.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” your answer the phone with a wide smile.

“Omg hi and why are you trying to kill me first thing when I wake up?” he says in a pouty voice.

“What did I do?” you’re keeping that innocent role.

“You don’t know what you did?”

“No, so please tell me” you say in a playful tone.

“That photo, what else? Don’t pretend like that wasn’t on purpose. I did not know you were mean like this” he pouts more

“I was just a tired girl going to sleep, that’s it.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing, I took the rest of the day off. Already had a meeting.”

“Spend the day with me. Let’s go to the park, get some ice cream, then do some grocery shopping, come to my place and I’ll cook something delicious for you. Maybe we even have time for a movie.”

“I would like that.”

“I’ll come get you.”

“Ok, let me know when you get here. Drive safe.”

Jungkook: Well wasn’t that cute. Your bf?

Rua: Yeah.

Jungkook: Did you talk to Mingyu last night?

Rua: Can’t call it talking, we just bumped into each other and I complained then ran away.

Jungkook: yeah, sounds like something you would do.

Rua: Shut uuup!

Jungkook: I love it when you’re feisty. That punch you gave that girl was priceless.

Rua: Did you make her shut up in the end?

Jungkook: I mean, I told her who you were, but she said she’ll talk to her dad to sue you. Aaaanyway, back to Mingyu.

Rua: Why? No, not back to Mingyu, we don’t like Mingyu.

Jungkook: I always thought you two will end up together.

Rua: Why? We were never a thing.

Jungkook: It was so obvious you were in love.

Rua: Listen. I was in love, I admit. But he never felt the same.

Jungkook: He could’ve fooled me, I really thought he was.

Rua: Nah, we even had a conversation about it. Well, more like a fight. That was the last time we talked.

Jungkook: You really think he was involved in your dad’s death?

Rua: He could be. I never got enough proof, so it’s up in the air. Could be anyone, frankly.

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After a while, your phone pings with a text from Seungcheol that he’s in front of The Towers and you let Jungkook know. You both get up, gather your things and walk out toward the front entrance of your building.

Seungcheol got out of his car, pacing a little nervously while waiting. At some point he notices you crossing the street, with some guy next to you. As you’re getting closer he recognizes him.

When you reach him you hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Seungcheol: Hi.

Rua: Hi.

Jungkook pushes you a little for you to introduce him, but you don’t.

Jungkook: Ya, you’re so rude. Hello, I’m Jungkook.

Seungcheol: Nice to meet you. Seungcheol.

Rua: We’re leaving. Bye, JK!

You drag Seungcheol to his car, wanting to get away from Jungkook. They don’t need to be talking.

Leaning back in the passenger seat, you watch him leaning over and for a moment you think he’s trying to kiss you.

Seungcheol: Safety first. Always wear your seatbelt.

Oh. Right.

You still blush.

Seungcheol: Didn’t know you have such dangerous friends.

Rua: Who? Jungkook?

Seungcheol: Isn’t he Min Yoongi’s brother? The Ming Yoongi who’s a gangster?

Rua: Oh, come one, there’s no such thing as gangsters.

Seungcheol: Call him gangster, mob guy, corrupt businessman, whatever you want. He’s trouble either way.

Rua: Well me and Jungkook know each other for a long time, we used to hang out and party together, we had the same circle of friends. My dad was a businessman and he often had to deal with all types of people.

Seungcheol: I guess that’s valid, but you should be careful with these people. They have really bad reputation.

Rua: Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.

Seungcheol: And how was the event last night? Anything interesting happened?

Rua: I don’t know if I should tell you. I thought it will be all over the internet today, but I guess I got lucky.

Seungcheol: Noo, what? Someone did something to you?

Rua: Well there was this girl drooling over Jungkook the whole night and she got jealous and threw her drink at me. I punched her and dragged her out of the room.

Seungcheol: Excuse me? Now I regret not being there.

Rua: Why? I didn’t need help.

Seungcheol: Clearly. So Jungkook was there too.

Rua: Yeah, he was with some friends and I went with Jun.

Seungcheol: Surrounded my handsome dangerous men. Is that your type?

Rua: Is any of them my bf?

Seungcheol: I hope not.

You slap his thigh and whine at his words. You know he’s teasing you.

Seungcheol: Then what’s your type?

Your eyes are locked on his face, trying to see what type of reaction you get out of him with your answer, that comes pretty fast.

Rua: You.

All he can say is a silent “oh” and you see him blushing. He’s cute when he gets like this.

The ride to the park continues with you telling him about your night and how majestic the building you designed looked. He told you about his night at work and how he’s still feeling tired, but he really wanted to spend the day with you. That’s sweet, you think.

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It’s the perfect weather for a walk in the park. The sky is clear, the wind not to strong and place not crowded. He gets ice cream both, your favorite, walnut and salty caramel and you chose to sit on the grass, close to the lake.

You watch him as you’re eating your ice cream and you like the way the sunlight hits his perfectly sculpted face. He has such an attractive side profile, those lips to die for and those arms. You find yourself drooling over a man.

Seungcheol: What are you looking at?

Rua: Just you.

Seungcheol: You’re being very obvious about it.

Rua: Does it bother you?

Seungcheol: No, it’s.. nice. It’s been a while since someone looked at me like that.

Rua: Really? Women don’t admire you?

Seungcheol: I-uh-don’t really go out. I am always at work. And you know, people don’t think about stuff like that in a hospital. They come there with problems.

Rua: What about colleagues?

Seungcheol: I was married to one and since the divorce, I always kept my distance from female colleagues, just keeping it professional.

Rua: Oh. Why did you end the marriage?

Seungcheol: She… cheated with our boss. We were both working at the same clinic. So I left everything back, marriage and that job. Later on I found out that she was involved with him since way before we got married.

Rua: I’m sorry to hear that. Can’t imagine how you felt.

Seungcheol: Thanks. But shit like that happens and we need to move on. It’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and my friends started to worry about me for being single for so long.

Rua: You didn’t try to date for 2 years?

Seungcheol: No, I was too hurt to trust again. But I know people are different and I didn’t want to shut myself from the world completely.

You were taking all that in, thinking it must have been really hard for him to get over that. You try to put yourself in his shoes and you don’t know how you would react. Probably kill the guy, or at least cut his dick off and set it on fire.

He turns to you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. You can tell he’s not fully recovered after what he’s been through. You’d probably never recover from that, hating on the guy for the rest of your life, and that would be valid.

Seungcheol: What about you? I know you said you never had a relationship. What about dating? A crush?

You look at him and contemplate if you should be honest or lie. Lying would make it easier, he would not question anything. But it’s what you always did whenever you were seeing someone, you lied. Stopping them to knowing the real you.

But now, with Seungcheol, you feel like you want to open up. Maybe it will make you feel better.

Rua: I was in love once, but id didn’t work out.

Seungcheol: Why not? Can’t imagine a guy not wanting you.

Rua: The feelings were not reciprocated. We… we grew up together.

Seungcheol: Oh damn, is it Jungkook?

Rua: Ha, nooo! You don’t know him. Our parents were close and we grew up being best friends. But when we were in high school I started feeling more for him and everything changed. After his parents died in an accident we got into an argument and then I told him how I felt. But he rejected me. He just left and I never saw him again.

Seungcheol: Well let me tell you this. First, he was a shitty friend leaving you like that just because you had feelings for him. Second, any man who says no to you is insane.

In that moment, your heart started beating faster, you could feel warmth enveloping your whole body. He started leaning toward you slowly, almost giving you time to pull away or say something. But you didn’t do any of those.

Eyes locked on each other, his face so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face, ready to close your eyes and let the kiss consume you. Your palms felt tingly for a second.

But just as his lips barely touched yours, your privacy was invaded by a little doggy who saw an opportunity to get attention as two humans sat on the ground.

This could never get you upset, even if it ruined the first kiss with the guy you were crushing hard at the moment. You loved all dogs and you had to give this little one all the kisses.

Seungcheol: Awwn, I’ve been trying for weeks and this tiny furry did it in one second.

Rua: Have you seen his face? Look at it!

You were holding the puppy up to his face for him to look at how cute he was and he had to agree.

After spending like 2-3 hours at the park, you started to get hungry, so next on the list was grocery shopping.

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Walking down the aisles of the supermarket with Seungcheol beside you felt really domestic and strangely… right. It felt right, yes.

Rua: What are you cooking?

Seungcheol: Not telling you. I want to be a surprise.

Rua: So what am I supposed to do while you’re cooking? Can’t I help?

Seungcheol: Hmm. Maybe I’ll let you assist me a bit.

Moving his gaze to look behind you, he noticed two familiar figures. He also saw them earlier in the park. They seemed suspicious then too, but he chose to think that it’s maybe just a coincidence and they are just two friends that are walking, like you were. But now they were here and it looked like they were keeping an eye on you.

Suddenly, you felt his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body, hiding you both behind some boxes.

Rua: Cheol, what are you doing?

Seungcheol: I think we’re being followed.

Rua: Are you sure?

Seungcheol: Yes, two guys that I saw in the park today. They are here and they keep on looking at us.

You sigh and tap his shoulders, almost smiling.

Rua: Is one of them wearing a ridiculous beige hat with a feather?

Seungcheol: Y-yes?

Rua: Ugh, it’s fine. They work for me and they follow me for protection.

Seungcheol: Are you serious?

Rua: Yeah.

Seungcheol: Who are you?

Rua: I didn’t tell you this, but few weeks ago someone tried to kill me.

Seungcheol: When? Who?

Rua: The day of our first date.

Seungcheol: Jesus, babe. Don’t keep things like that from me. This is serious.

Rua: Babe?

You bat your lashes at him and push your fingers trough his hair, acting cute and flirty just to tease him.

He swallows hard, his throat going dry and he doesn’t know how to act. So all he can do is pout.

Rua: Oh, nooo. Don’t be upset. I told you I can take care of myself.

Seungcheol: I am very worried, don’t joke about it.

Rua: Well I can’t take a guy who is hired to kill and gets beaten up by a girl, seriously.

Seungcheol: Did you beat him up?

Rua: Mhm.

Seungcheol: Again, who are you? How are you so cool?

Rua: Let’s hurry, I am starving already.

Seungcheol: Ok, but I have so many questions.

Rua: We’ll have time to talk while you cook.

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Coming back to his place brings back memories from that night you’ve been shot. There have been so many attempts at your life in the last months that it’s becoming a concern.

His apartment is cozy and it’s so him. Smells nice and it’s bright.

Rua: I’ll just be a little nosy, ok? I like to see how people design their homes and where they put their stuff and why.

Seungcheol: Go ahead, I’ll get everything ready by the time you’re done snooping.

Starting from the living room, there’s a big U shape couch that feels very soft. Naps here are great, for sure. The big industrial windows let a lot of natural light come in. The light must look pretty during sunset.

Rua: Did you move here recently?

Seungcheol: How did you know?

Rua: Well the floor barely has any scratch, same with your counters and tables. They look new. And there is a smell of new.

Seungcheol: That’s very impressive.

Rua: I’m good at this stuff.

Seungcheol: You should work as a detective.

Rua: I’d be so good at it.

Then you go into his bedroom, observe the bed, his closet. He doesn’t have that many clothes and most of them are formal. Probably suits he wears at work. Has lots of shirts, ties and white hospital robes.

The whole place is neat and organized, just a bit empty. Maybe he likes it more minimalistic.

You walk back to the kitchen and look through his cabinets.

Rua: Hmm. You barely have stuff in here.

Seungcheol: Yeah, I never cook. Always eat at work or I order takeout.

Rua: Do we have what we need to cook today?

Seungcheol: I think so, don’t worry.

Rua: Your place is very… manly?

Seungcheol: Oh? How?

Rua: Well. It’s simple, nothing complicated or fancy. But somehow it works. It looks cozy but at the same time it’s missing something.

Seungcheol: What is it missing?

Rua: I don’t know yet, but I’ll find out and let you know.

You lean your back on the kitchen island and watch and he’s moving around, looking for pans and utensils, washing the vegetables.

Seungcheol: So who might want to see you dead? Pff, it sounds so weird saying it out loud.

Rua: Umm, lots of people.

Seungcheol: Like?

Rua: The competition, politicians, jealous girls, I don’t know.

Seungcheol: Want to talk about that night when you got shot? Was it another attempt at your life?

Rua: I am not sure if it was, maybe they wanted to scare me off, to injure me, not make me keep my mouth shut, to kill my men. I don’t know.

Seungcheol: Where did it happen?

Rua: I was meeting one of my associates at his warehouse and when we got there, shootings started, stuff blowing up. The whole building got burned to the ground.

Seungcheol: Oh, I think I saw about that on the news.

Rua: Yeah. I could of died there.

Seungcheol: But do you have one person that you suspect?

Rua: Yes, I have one in mind.

Seungcheol: Who?

You’re not sure you should say the name. But then again, if something happens to you, people should know who to point fingers at.

Rua: Kim Mingyu.

Seungcheol: The Kim Mingyu? The super wealthy guy? The most desired bachelor in the country? The shady businessman that has connections with dirty politicians? That Kim Mingyu?

Rua: That’s him.

Seungcheol: Now, why? Why does he hate you?

Rua: Ugh, it’s a long story.

Seungcheol: I have time. Like one hour until food is ready.

Rua: I’ll give the very short version.

As he’s getting the meat ready, you move to the other side of the island and lean over it, sighing.

Rua: So basically. You know my dad was killed. It was by a hired assassin. We caught the killer but didn’t get to find out who hired him. Rumors started spreading that the Kim’s had something to do with it, but I never wanted to believe it. You see, my parents and Mingyu’s parents were friends, so me and him were friends too. Then his parents had an accident and they died. Minyu thought that I did it, since I suspected his family of killing my father. We had a big fight, and since we’ve been enemies.

Seungcheol: Wait. So.

He turns to look at you and you can see the wheels on his brain moving.

Seungcheol: Is Kim Mingyu your first love?

Rua: Unfortunately.

Seungcheol: I’m sorry I am laughing, but this sounds so crazy. it’s like some friends to enemies book, or whatever they call it.

Rua: Listen, Cheol. I am not an innocent person. I have done things in my life, and I’ll keep doing it if I need to. But I don’t want to involve you into any of this. That’s why, some thing it’s better that you don’t know.

Seungcheol: You’re scaring me now. You make it sounds like you’re always in danger. Does it mean I am too?

Rua: I hope you’re not, but if we will be seen out together by the wrong people, you will be. So I am asking you... let’s keep this as private as we can. For your safety.

Seungcheol: As much as I would like to show you off to the world, I am a homebody and I am fine with having a private relationship.

Rua: Is that what this is? Are we in a relationship?

Seungcheol: Well, you’re my girlfriend.

He’s walking toward you and you’re straightening yourself, turning to him.

Rua: I don’t know, you never asked me to be.

When he’s right in front of you, his hands go on your waist, pulling you to his body. Chests touching, eyes locked. His voice becomes deeper, more seductive.

Seungcheol: You were my girlfriend since our first date.

Now his face was right here, leaning down to yours. Lips brushing, he’s not in a hurry at all. His fingers squeezing your hips, pushing you impossibly close to him. His body heat radiating all over.

Then it happens. His lips are fully on yours, gentle, exploring the possibilities. Your eyes don’t close, almost in disbelief that you’re finally kissing someone after so long.

You like to be able to see his kissing face, it’s hot. Your hands fly to his face, touching it slowly, caressing it, moving over the nape of his neck.

You melt under his touch and the kiss feels so soft. He’s so gentle and attentive.

You feel his tongue licking your lower lip as a sign that he wants to deepen the kiss, so you open your lips and let him. Tongues licking one another, the kiss getting more passionate, but still soft.

Gets you so turned on that a breathy moan escapes you and at the sound of that his arms go around your waist, holding you flush to his body.

After a while, you both feel like you need air and you pull back, looking at each other with want. But now’s not the time for more. You’re not ready. You need to be sure.

Rua: Are you trying to deduce me?

Seungcheol: Is it working?

You nod and give him another kiss, this time shorter.

Seungcheol: Ok, back to cooking. You can help me from now on.

And that’s what you do, you both work on dinner while you ask questions about each other. You find out more about his childhood, his family and his relationships. He’s also giving good answers and good reactions at your inquiries, trying to see if he’s a kind, respectful and empathetic person.

Food is ready and you’re taking small bites, careful not to burn your tongue. He seems amused by it.

Rua: What’s funny? It’s hot and I really need to eat.

Seungcheol: You’re cute.

He leans to give you a little kiss and in that moment you realize that you’re in a relationship. Might be very new, but it feels like home. You never felt like this and you think he might be the one.

After dinner, you both clean and wash the dishes, then lay comfortably on the couch, surrounded by fluffy pillows. He turns on a movie, you chose a comedy so you pick “What we do in the shadows”.

You can’t really concentrate on the movie, since he’s holding you like that. You can feel his every muscle, the way his chest is moving with each breath he takes and it makes your head float. You take short breaks to kiss, but you try to keep it PG and he’s not pushing it.

Sleep takes over your tired bodies and you slowly start to wake up after a while. It’s already dark outside, so that means it’s after 9 pm. He can feel you move in his arms and he wakes up too.

Rua: I should head back home.

Seungcheol: I’ll take you.

Rua: Stay and rest, I’ll call Jun.

Seungcheol: No no, your bf is taking you home.

You smile and hide your face into his chest, hugging him tighter. He kisses the top of your head then lifts himself up.

Rua: Would love to spend the night with you, but I don’t feel ready yet for that. Hope you understand.

Seungcheol: You don’t need to explain, I like taking it slow.

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On your way home, you feel happy. It’s like a rush that goes through you, similar to what you used to feel when you were very young and in love. He takes your hand, gives it a kiss, then puts it on his thigh so he can drive.

You’re texting Jun that you’re coming home and ask what’s he doing and if something new came up.

No response for the next few minutes. It’s unlike him, but maybe he’s in the middle of something important.

A strange feeling starts to creep up in your head, your senses become sharper and you tell yourself you should be aware of your surroundings. It almost feels too quiet, like the quiet before the storm.

Rua: Something’s wrong.

Seungcheol: Are you feeling sick?

Rua: No. I have a bad feeling.

And there it is, a car speeding from the right, ready to crash into you. Cheol is quick and turns the wheel as hard as he can, his car getting hit in the back now, and not at full speed. Your car spins twice in the middle of the road, the other one stops.

You try to clear your head, looking at Seungcheol to see if he’s ok. The airbags went off and your ears are ringing. You reach into your bag and take your gun out. Before pointing to the car, you look around to see if there are people, but it’s pretty deserted at this hour, especially in this part of town.

From behind, you see another car getting closer and stopping next to the car that hit you, you recognize it’s your guys that have been following you all day. They get off their car with guns in their hands, walking to the perpetrators.

But the car’s engine starts and you tell Cheol to go. Your men get back into their car, planning to follow you and finish whoever is attacking you.

You start shooting at the car that’s getting closer and closer.

Seungcheol: What the fuck is going on???

You’re in full fight mode, you don’t register what he’s saying, trying to hit the driver. They manage to reach your car and hit it just a bit, making you yell.

Rua: Push that pedal!

Seungcheol: This is fucking insane! Be careful!

One of their tires explodes, probably your guys shot it from behind, so you take advantage of the situation since there’s enough space between you and them. You push yourself more out the window, telling Seungcheol to hold you by your leg to make sure you don’t fall.

You concentrate, aim and pull the trigger. Right into the driver’s chest or head, you believe. It definitely hit him, the car crashing into some parked cars.

You slowly pull yourself back in the car, tell Cheol he can slow down, in a very calm voice and you just sit back, gun in your hand, that sits on your lap.

Seungcheol: What the actual fuck?

Rua: I got them.

Seungcheol: What do you mean?

Rua: I mean I hope I killed that son of a bitch.

Seungcheol: I can’t believe this is happening.

Rua: Are you ok? Want to stop the car?

Seungcheol: I am not ok, no. But I don’t want to stop, what if others come.

Then your men slowly catch up to your car, driving next to yours, lowering their window to check on you. You give them a thumbs up, signaling them to follow you. And they remain driving closely behind.

You can see Seungcheol’s hands shaking on the steering wheel and you put your hand on his thigh, trying to calm him.

Rua: It’s ok, we’re safe now. We are going to reach my building in a few minutes, pull up through the back entrance. We need to get rid of this car and erase any information about its number registration.

Seungcheol: What? Why?

Rua: They will search for the plate numbers and reach your name.

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In less than 10 minutes you reach The Towers, a few men already waiting at the entrance. You get off the car, Seungcheol going around it to see the damages.

Seungcheol: Fuck! It’s fucked.

Rua: Don’t worry about it, it matters that we’re ok. I’ll give you a new car tomorrow.

Seungcheol: What do you mean you’ll give me a new car tomorrow? What am I, some princess in a romcom?

Rua: If you want to be.

You smile at him and take his hand to pull him toward the elevator.

Seungcheol: You think it’s funny? We could be dead now. What have I got myself into?

You see Jun and Hao running to you, their faces relieved seeing that you’re ok.

Jun: Are you injured?

Rua: No. Get rid of the car and erase anything that links it to Seungcheol.

Minghao: I’ll get right to it.

Rua: And have a car ready in the morning for him to use.

Seungcheol: We haven’t talked about this.

Rua: That’s the best solution, trust me.

He looks at Jun, almost waiting for him to say that this is all going to far, but Jun just shrugs his shoulders.

Jun: She’s the boss and it’s not our first rodeo.

Seungcheol: Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on.

Rua: Let’s go to my apartment, relax and talk.

Minghao: Boss!

You stop yourself and turn to him.

Minghao: I have important news.

Rua: Can it wait?

Minghao: Not really.

Rua: What’s it about?

Minghao: I found out who sent that guy to attack you.

Your face became serious, heart starting to beat faster, waiting to hear Mingyu’s name. It terrified you really. You still didn’t want to believe he would do something like that. You weren’t ready.

Rua: Who?

He sights and gives you the name. You look in shock at Seungcheol, thinking you were so foolish.

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renaiswriting · 1 year ago

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Tainted Hearts

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo/Reader/Kim Mingyu

Summary:

Working in a bar hadn't been your plan A; for God's sake, it hadn't even been part of your plan D.

But it hadn't been falling for them either.

Genre: Mafia!Mingyu, Mafia!Wonwoo, Bartender!Reader. Polyamory, Throuple.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Part 8.

Part 9.

Part 10.

(Please keep in mind that the number of chapters or parts might be modified later on as the story continues).

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monamipencil · 11 months ago

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lalali mv .... another day another slay

me after the mv

#lola's shenanigans <3 #shirtless mingyu and his verse #mafia boss wonwoo rapping #seungcheol chilling in the sauna casually disrespecting #and vernon spitting fire #i have been blessed #i fucking love this song #vernon cursing too

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svtdarlingbby · 2 years ago

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Only For You- MingyuxReader mafia!au Part 1

pairing: Mingyu x reader; featuring Seventeen and NCT genre: mafia au / gang au warnings: weapons (guns, knives), violence, blood, cursing, kidnapping word count: 2129

"You dumbass, how did you get hit too?" you groaned as you leaned against the hard wall, applying pressure to your left side, trying to ignore the new searing pain in your left arm.

"Shit..." cursed Mingyu as he stumbled into the ground, blood dampening his black dress pants.

It was the middle of the night, and you and Mingyu finally completed the weeks long mission you and your team of mafia had been planning. However, a quite severe miscalculation had been made.

You see, Jun, the spy of the plan assured you that there would likely only be two targets maximum.

"Trust me, I only ever saw these two discuss targeting Seungkwan. I'm pretty sure the others don't know about their plan" affirmed Jun.

However, just when you and Mingyu were about to put an end to the thugs who planned to assassinate the socialite Seungkwan you were hired to protect, you were suddenly met with not two but six unruly men.

You weren't scared by any means; you could fight a group of grown men somewhat efficiently. Plus you had Mingyu on your side. Mingyu didn't really seem like mafia material. He had this demeanor about him that you swore would be helpful if he were a famous celebrity of some sort. He had it all: looks, charisma, humor. However he was not stupid. He used his charms to his advantage, to appear inconspicuous to the untrained eye. Most people would never suspect Mingyu to be a professional assassin in the mafia.

And then there was you. Maybe you were just hardened by the world you were born into, but you knew you weren't like Mingyu. Sure, there was no doubt that you are good looking, beautiful even. But you'd describe yourself as a farce. You hated injustice, yet you were in the mafia. The mafia that mercilessly kills people. Your targets are by no means innocent people, yet there is a part of you that finds the irony of being a source of physical beauty that was wired to be so violent and deadly. And yet, that was your strength, the main reason why Seungcheol saw your potential when he found you killing a man who had harassed a schoolgirl earlier on the bus.

And that's why Jihoon, Seungcheol's right hand man, decided to pair you with Mingyu for this mission. Even if you could not see it, you and Mingyu were perfect for this plan.

The night went as planned, with you pretending to be Seungkwan's disgruntled ex who wanted him gone and Mingyu being your rich fake boyfriend who was willing to pay anything to see his competition gone. Sweet talking your way to the other gang, you and Mingyu eventually led two of them outside the venue. They introduced themselves as Jisung and Chenle. Presumably, these two were the assassins who wanted to negotiate pay and such.

As you walked outside the venue, Mingyu noticed one of the assassins looking at you. He could see the lust in Jisung's eyes, the way his eyes scanned every inch of your body as you moved along. Mingyu felt a pang of jealously. Sure you weren't his real girlfriend but he just couldn't help but feel that this assassin was disrespecting not only you but himself also.

"Let's keep heading toward the back," suggested Mingyu as he placed a hand on the small of your back.

You couldn't help but to subtly shudder at his action. Mingyu was just playing a part, you kept telling yourself. If he's supposed to be your boyfriend in this case, then he's got to act like it too.

The four of you eventually found yourselves in the dark behind the building of the venue. You guys began to negotiate pay but through it all you felt that one sleazy assassin's eyes wander your whole body. And he was very obvious about it. Mingyu once again picked up on this and instinctively drew you closer to him, allowing his larger frame to slightly shield you from Jisung's lustful gaze. Once a price was agreed upon, the plan would soon truly begin.

"Just let me get my checkbook out," said Mingyu as he reached a hand into his pocket.

Just as the assassins were anticipating to get rich, you sneak out from behind Mingyu and pull out your gun and shoot Jisung.

"What the fuck?!" exclaims Jisung as he fell backwards upon impact.

Part of you forgot you were dealing with trained assassins in the case, especially after being ogled at. The other assassin Chenle immediately pulled out his gun and fired it, the bullet grazing your side.

"Shit!" you interject, catching Mingyu's attention as he finishes the guy off effectively shooting him.

"Y/N! Are you hit?" Mingyu asks looking behind him.

"Yeah, but it's okay. It's not as bad as it looks the bullet only grazed me" you explained, taking a deep breath.

Just as you both thought you had finished the job, you were suddenly ambushed from both sides by four other men.

"We knew you two were too good to be true, right Jungwoo?" sneered one of the gang members.

"I see the princess isn't doing so great. Maybe we should let her prince feel some of her pain, right Yuta?" laughed another as he glared at Mingyu.

You and Mingyu huddled against one another, back to back, guns pointed.

"How did the rest come out?" you whispered.

"My guess is the other two might've been wearing a wire" hypothesized Mingyu as you felt him quiver ever so slightly.

The four thugs slowly began to creep toward the two of you making the standoff more concentrated. You felt more nervous by the second.

"Y/N. Run" whispered Mingyu.

"What?" you whispered in confusion.

"You heard me, run. I know you'll have a chance of escaping. You'll be able to tell the guys what happened. Hurry, you're already hurt," he hurriedly explained.

"I can't leave you, we are partners for a reason," you whispered as you stood your ground and leaned closer to him, feeling the blood from your side soak through your clothes and onto him.

"Y/N..." sighed Mingyu, the pain evident in his hushed voice.

"Follow my lead," you whispered as you suddenly dropped to the ground.

"Shit..." you groaned somewhat dramatically. Yes, the area where the bullet grazed you hurt like a bitch but maybe it could help you out of this situation.

"Y/N!" Mingyu exclaimed, seemingly following along.

"Aww, the princess can't handle a gunshot," mocked Jungwoo, "you'd be the perfect little-"

He was cut off when you shot the other thug Yuta next to him, effectively stunning him. Using this to your advantage, you shot one of the guys cornering Mingyu's side.

"Kun!"

Mingyu seemed to understand your distraction, and he pulled the gun on Jungwoo. There was only one guy left who kept his gun aimed and the two of you yet the fear was evident in his composure. You managed to get back onto your feet while still pointing the gun at him. Yet you felt the blood loss beginning to get to you as you stumbled upright.

"Who are you?" asked Mingyu, voice full of authority.

"H-haechan of NCT," said the thug timidly.

"You're not leaving here alive," said Mingyu coldly as he pulled the trigger. The man did the same, yet his gun was aimed at you last second.

You yelped in pain as the bullet made impact with your upper left arm.

"Y/N!" yelled Mingyu as he looked behind him. In this moment of distraction, Jisung from earlier used the last of his strength and jabbed Mingyu in the thigh with his hidden knife before falling to the ground in a heap. As he tried to breathe through the pain, he noticed you make your way closer to the building.

"You dumbass, how did you get hit too?" you groaned as you leaned against the hard wall, applying pressure to your left side, trying to ignore the new searing pain in your left arm.

"Shit..." cursed Mingyu as he stumbled into the ground, blood dampening his black dress pants.

"Mingyu, you're bleeding a lot," you said in horror as you noticed just how much blood Mingyu was losing despite not being shot like yourself.

"Must've hit an artery," he whimpered through the pain, trying to apply pressure to his thigh.

"Oh my god," was all you could say as you practically crawled toward Mingyu, your side and arm searing in pain. But that pain didn't matter in this moment. All you could think of was Mingyu.

"Y/N, forget about me. Use the strength that you have to run. Go alert one of the guys. I'll be okay," he managed to say through the pain as his vision began to blur.

"But, but, I don't wanna leave you!" you were losing your composure as the thought of Mingyu dying in this very moment haunted you.

"You'll save the both of us if you try to get help now! Listen, Y/N. Today was crazy, and to be honest, I don't know if I will actually make it," he hissed through the pain, "But I couldn't stand the thought of those gross assholes even looking at you. You're someone special to me Y/N, and I want to continue protecting you. So please, just go find one of the guys," he pleaded.

"Mingyu," you murmured, cupping his face with your hand as he melted into your embrace the more tired he became. Mingyu looked up at you, his eyes pleading you to stand up and get help. So you did as you were told, stumbling to your feet and trying to move as fast as you could despite your injuries.

You decided to stumble toward the parking lot; your getaway van would probably be there. Even though it was dark, you were hoping and praying one of the boys would see your unbalanced and injured form immediately. And that's when you saw the black van approaching you.

"Thank god, they found me," you sighed in relief as the van pulled up next to you.

The door to the van revealed a very different group of guys instead. And an ominous feeling made a place for itself as a pit in your stomach.

"Get her," said one of the men, who appeared to be the leader.

Before you knew it, you felt two pairs of arms grab you and shove you into their van.

All the while Mingyu continued to fight the urge to pass out, you were the only person on his mind. He couldn't tell how much time had passed, but he suddenly saw Minghao and Seokmin running toward him, bombarding him with questions he couldn't yet process. He felt his fellow gang members lift him off the ground and into the dark van that had shortly pulled up.

"Thank god Y/N found you," he mumbled as he leaned against Minghao.

"What? Y/N isn't here?" said Minghao as he placed Mingyu in a seat and began to address his wound.

Suddenly an overwhelming sense of dread overcame Mingyu. "She's not???" he felt himself begin to panic. Where had you gone?

"Calm down Mingyu, what happened?" said Wonwoo as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Y/N- I told her- she's hurt! I told her to find you guys!" rambled Mingyu, his face painted with fear.

"Okay, we'll drive around the vicinity of this building and be on the lookout. Joshua, Hansol, and Soonyoung, look for Y/N inside the building" ordered Seungcheol calmly.

"Mingyu, you need to calm down," said Minghao as he continued to examine Mingyu's wound, "We'll find Y/N, just explain to me how you got hurt and what happened."

Mingyu took a deep breath and explained to the boys what happened. However, it was evident he believed something was severely wrong since he couldn't stop shaking as he recounted the night's events.

Meanwhile, you found yourself in an unfamiliar van clutched by unfamiliar arms as you stared at many unfamiliar men.

"Are you Y/N L/N?" asked the leader.

The pain in your arm and side only grew more severe, but it was pure adrenaline that managed to keep you alert in this situation.

"Answer me," he said, his cold eyes staring into your soul.

"Release me," you simply stated, maintaining eye contact.

"She's a back talker. Johnny?" asked the leader, gesturing to one of the men holding you.

This Johnny guy simply nodded and suddenly you felt a gun pressed to the side of your temple.

"So, are you going to cooperate with us then?" asked the leader, sneering at you.

Hiiii I'm back lol! Wrote something a little out of my comfort zone but its spooky season so hey why not! LMK what you think! I'll try to have part 2 uploaded soon!

#seventeen x reader #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #svt x reader #mingyu #seventeen fic #seventeen mafia au

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hoshipills · 2 years ago

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Double-crosser - Masterlist

" I wish we never met "

Pairing: Mafialeader!mingyu x fem!reader

Synopsis: The sudden news of information leak of a secret mission leaves all the members of mafia perplexed. They closed their eyes and the next second, their leader was arrested. Someone betrayed and the taste of betrayal wasn't sweet.

Warnings: depends on each part

Genre: Mafia, lots of angst, little bit of fluff in part 2

Teaser

Part 1: The Black room

Part 2: To the beginning

Part 3: Wicked plans

Part 4: The truth untold

Part 5: The moon in the sky

Epilogue

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen mafia au #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu #svt fic #seventeen mafia

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wooahaeruby · 10 months ago

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Master List

Will be edited as time goes on, currently working on getting the chapters up on tumblr too

The main group I write for is ☆Seventeen☆ but Ateez is coming!

Permanent Taglist Form

☆Series☆

One Soul, One Heart

This series will include 12 part series for the members of Seventeen. Note that there are only 12, VerKwan will be a joint story (To You explains why).

List of Seventeen's Soul Bonds

S.Coups/Seungcheol: All colors in the world got muted and dull Jeonghan: On the palm of their hand has a counter of how many times they have passed each other. Joshua: Being next to soulmate heals injuries quickly and the injuries that the other gets will leave a scar that appears on the other soulmate’s body Junhui: Both have '5201314' tattooed on them, meaning 'I love you forever' in Chinese text slang Wonwoo: They each have a notebook where they can write back and forth to one another. They can’t give any personal identifiers, but can still communicate things about themselves. Hoshi/Soonyoung: Craves whatever type of food their soulmate is craving (salty food, sweet food, spicy, etc) and a timer Woozi/Jihoon: Countdown timer and the ability to feel soulmate's emotions. DK/Seokmin: Hearing the song the other has stuck in their head. Mingyu: Black and white tattoo that is assumed to bloom with color when he meets his soulmate (Possible change to this) The 8/Minghao: Can hear each other's thoughts in their head/can communicate telepathically. VerKwan: Countdown timers x2 Chan/Dino: Each other's zodiac constellation 'tattooed' on their skin.

☆Finished Works☆

To You

Jihoon/Woozi x Reader

Ao3 Link

Soulmate AU, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn Fluff

Fallin' Flower

I cowrote this with @doahaesunshine

?? X Reader

AO3 Link

Magic AU, Fantasy AU, Trauma, Depression, Manipulation, Angst

☆Works In Progress☆

Blood Stained Hands

Jeonghan x Reader x Joshua (Maybe more? hehe)

Ao3 Link

Mafia AU, Violence, Non-Major Character Death, Mentions of Drugs, graphic depictions of violence

Started/ WIPS but all private currently as I work

Fallin' Flower Vol. 2

Volume 2 of Fallin' Flower, DoahaeSunshine is working on it and I have been helping/going to be editing once more is written

Unnamed Seungcheol Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Teacher, Single Mom

Unnamed Wonwoo Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Streamers/Influencers AU

Unnamed VerKwan Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Idol AU

Unnamed Yeosang Soulmate AU

Magic, Mythical Creatures/Beings

Unnamed Jongho Soulmate AU

I basically am making To You but ATZ and a funnier MC and Ofc different plot

Unnamed SVT Story

Magic, Mythical Creatures/Beings, Multi-Dimension, Poly

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honeyhae-svt · 7 months ago

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On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (SERIES)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNID!!!

GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Kidnapping, Nonconsent, Making Out, Needles, Blood, Language, Manipulation. -warnings for this chapter

♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO.

READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!!

>>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Enjoy babies. ♡

On My Command - Masterlist (Chapters)

CHAPTER 3

You woke up with a pounding headache, a dull throb reminding you of last night's events. Disoriented, you glanced around, finding yourself in an unfamiliar hotel room that screamed luxury. The sheets beneath you were crisp, the air smelled faintly of fresh linen, and the decor was a tasteful mix of modern and classic elegance. This was no ordinary hotel.

Instinctively, your hands drifted to your body, checking if you still had your clothes on. Relief washed over you as you realized you were still in the same dress from the night before. But the relief was short-lived when your gaze caught a note on the bedside table. You walked over, picking it up with trembling fingers.

The note was written in simple, bold handwriting: "我们什么也没做" — "We did nothing."

The memory of a man from last night flashed through your mind. “Oh, right... that Chinese guy…” you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. Everything from the night before was hazy, but you forced yourself to recall what little you could.

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You had already downed a few shots of whiskey, the alcohol blurring the edges of reality. Suddenly, a man approached you, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. He was dressed in a sleek, jet-black suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating his tall, lean frame. The subtle sheen of the fabric caught the dim light, highlighting the sharp lines of his suit. His crisp white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a sliver of his collarbone, adding an air of effortless charm. His burgundy tie and silver tie pin provided a splash of color and elegance that only enhanced his appeal.

His hair was slightly tousled but styled to perfection, framing a sharp jawline softened by his enigmatic smile. The way he moved, with quiet confidence and a subtle, knowing smile, made it clear that he wasn’t just wearing the suit—the suit was wearing him.

He bent down to pick something up from the floor, and when he handed it to you, you blinked a few times to see if he was real. It was your wallet that he was handing to you. You must’ve dropped it earlier, and you hadn’t even noticed. It had your ID in it, so there was no doubt it was yours.

“他妈的,” (damn it) you cursed under your breath, realizing how close you’d come to losing it. You immediately thanked the man, who looked at you with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“No worries. And you speak Mandarin?” he asked, his interest piqued.

“Ah, yes, a little,” you replied, earning a chuckle from him.

“我没想到你是中国人,” (I wouldn’t have guessed you were Chinese) he said, catching your attention.

“You’re Chinese too?” you asked, now intrigued by the man before you.

“猜测是显而易见的，是吗？” (Isn't it obvious?) he replied with a smirk.

His words made you smile, but the alcohol was starting to cloud your judgment. The conversation flowed easily, but with each word, you felt yourself slipping deeper into a drunken haze. You reached out, grabbing his wrist to pull him closer, hoping to hear him better over the pounding music.

But instead of just leaning in, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. You weren’t trying to initiate anything intimate, but he seemed to have misunderstood your intentions.

“你在干什么？” (What are you doing?) you asked, confused by his sudden closeness.

“只是……凭直觉行事。对不起，我让你不舒服了吗？” (Just…acting on instinct. Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?) he replied, his voice hesitant.

You chuckled at his uncertainty, and without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The alcohol had dulled your inhibitions, and before you knew it, your lips were on his. The rest of the night was a blur of heated kisses and wandering hands, and that was the last thing you remembered.

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“Ah, shibal…” you cursed under your breath as the memory came flooding back. You couldn’t believe you had made out with a random guy. The rest of the night was a blank slate.

Shaking off the embarrassment, you quickly got dressed and left the hotel. You had no time to dwell on the past; you had work to get to, and you had already taken too many leaves recently.

Meanwhile, at the Seventeen headquarters, Woozi spread the news to the nine other members. “Enhypen is working with EXO,” he said, the room instantly growing tense. Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Minghao were out on a mission, leaving the six members to discuss the situation.

“They’re already planning something to attack us, so we need to act before things escalate,” Seungcheol said, his voice authoritative.

“Boss, we already have a plan,” Soonyoung chimed in, catching Woozi’s attention. “We found out that Lee Heeseung, apparently the ace of Enhypen, has been taking care of this girl. She seems very dear to him, and she’s been working under our company for a few years now.”

“So you want to kidnap her to use as leverage? We should focus on taking down EXO,” Wonwoo replied, his voice pragmatic.

“Not just that,” Soonyoung said, his tone darkening. “There’s a chance she’s an EXO spy. If we take her, it might slow their plans down.”

Seungcheol considered the idea, his mind racing with possibilities. Before he could respond, the door burst open, and Seungkwan rushed in, panting heavily. “Boss, Enhypen’s team has bombed one of our branches,” he reported, barely catching his breath.

The news made Seungcheol’s blood boil. “Those bastards,” he muttered, clenching his fists in anger. “Get that girl. Mingyu, Joshua, and Junhui, you’re in charge of the kidnapping.”

With no time to waste, they put their plan into action.

The rain poured down heavily as your shift ended early, the incident at the company’s branch causing the manager to let everyone go home. Heeseung was busy, so you had to make your way home alone. With no umbrella, a dead phone, and a headache that wouldn’t quit, you felt utterly defeated as you stepped out into the storm.

The streets were eerily empty, save for the occasional car passing by. You could feel a presence following you, a sense of unease growing with each step. You changed your route several times, hoping to lose whoever was behind you, but the footsteps kept pace.

Panic set in, and you started to run. The rain made it hard to see, and as darkness began to fall, you knew you had to reach the police station nearby. But just as you were about to reach safety, a figure stepped out from an alleyway, blocking your path. “What the hell?” you muttered, trying to backtrack, but it was too late.

Before you could react, someone grabbed you from behind, pulling you into the alley. “Shit,” you cursed, struggling against their grip, but a cloth was pressed over your face, the smell of chemicals overwhelming your senses. The world went dark as you fell unconscious.

Joshua quickly carried your limp body to the waiting van, with Junhui close behind and Mingyu at the wheel.

“She’s soaked,” Junhui commented, glancing at your lifeless form.

“What, do you want to take her clothes off?” Joshua asked with a teasing smirk.

“Where’d you get that idea?” Junhui shot back, glaring at Joshua before turning to look out the window.

As they arrived at the Seventeen headquarters, Joshua carried you inside and tied your wrists to the bed. Mingyu informed the others of their arrival, and soon the rest of the group joined them, staring down at you with a mixture of curiosity and cold detachment.

You stirred, your head pounding as you slowly regained consciousness. Junhui noticed you waking up and nudged Joshua. “Hyung… the girl’s waking up.”

Joshua turned to see you sitting up on the bed, confusion and fear written all over your face. “She’s not supposed to wake up for another three to five hours,” Joshua muttered, ending his call.

“Where the hell am I?” you mumbled, your voice shaky. Your eyes landed on the two men watching you, and recognition dawned on you. “Bastards,” you whispered, anger flaring up.

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, your voice stronger now.

Before they could answer, the door swung open, and eight more figures entered the room, their attention immediately fixed on you.

“I see the little bunny’s already awake,” Seungcheol said, his voice dripping with condescension as he approached you.

“What is this? Some kind of cult?” you snapped, sarcasm lacing your words. The men around you exchanged surprised looks, a few even smirking at your boldness.

“Watch your tongue, or I’ll cut it off,” Seungcheol warned, leaning in close. His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down.

“Lee Heeseung…” Seungcheol began, watching your reaction closely. The mention of Heeseung’s name made you look up in confusion and frustration. “Your brother did something very bad to our company."

Seungcheol's eyes locked onto yours, his presence radiating authority. You felt a chill run down your spine, but you weren’t about to let fear take over. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Seungcheol’s lips curled into a slight smirk. "Playing innocent won’t get you anywhere," he said, his tone cold. "You’re more valuable than you realize, and your cooperation could make things easier for both of us."

You shot back, "If you think I’m going to help you, you’re seriously mistaken."

Seungcheol didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked around you, as if sizing you up, before leaning in close. "You may want to rethink that," he whispered. "Or do you really want to see what happens when we run out of patience?"

Before you could retort, the door opened again, and another figure entered the room. The moment he stepped in, the tension in the air shifted. He was different from the others—more composed, but his eyes held a dangerous gleam.

Jeonghan.

He took his time assessing the situation before finally speaking. "Is this the girl?" he asked, his voice smooth, almost soothing, as he directed his question to Seungcheol.

"She is," Seungcheol confirmed, stepping back to give Jeonghan a better view of you.

Jeonghan walked closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "You must be wondering why you’re here," he said calmly. "I’ll make it simple. Your brother has been a thorn in our side for too long, and now, you’re the leverage we need to ensure he stops."

You clenched your fists, trying to hide the tremble in your hands. "And what makes you think he’ll care? Heeseung doesn’t have anything to do with me."

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, amused by your defiance. "Perhaps. But we’ll see how much he’s willing to risk once he knows you’re in our hands."

Mingyu, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke up. "This could all be over quickly if you just cooperate. No one has to get hurt."

You glared at him, anger boiling up inside. "You’re all insane if you think I’m going to play along with whatever sick game this is."

"Insane or not," Joshua chimed in, "you’re here, and we have the upper hand. So, I’d suggest you think carefully about your next move."

The room fell silent, the weight of their words pressing down on you. It was clear that they weren’t bluffing, and you were in way over your head. But something told you that giving in wasn’t an option either.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Seungcheol spoke again. "We’ll give you some time to think it over. But remember, your brother’s actions have consequences—and so do yours."

With that, he motioned for the others to leave the room. As they filed out, Jeonghan lingered for a moment, his eyes locking with yours one last time before he too, walked out, closing the door behind him.

You were left alone in the dimly lit room, the silence deafening. Your mind raced, trying to process everything that had just happened. One thing was clear—you needed to find a way out of this mess, and fast.

But for now, all you could do was wait and hope that Heeseung would find out what had happened before it was too late.

A man's finger hovered over the button, ready to trigger the explosive device planted at one of Seventeen's branches. But before he could make his move, the door burst open.

"Heeseung, your sist- I mean, Mei- Mei's been kidnapped by Seventeen," Riki blurted out, his voice urgent.

Heeseung's eyes widened, his focus shattered. "What?" His voice was low, but the fury was evident in his furrowed brows. Riki's silence confirmed the truth, giving Heeseung time to process the information.

"Bring the guy I assigned to watch over her," Heeseung ordered, his fists clenched in barely contained rage.

It didn't take long for Riki to return, dragging a man behind him before shoving him to the floor. "S-sir, I'm sorry... It was dark, and-"

Before the man could finish, Heeseung pulled out a sleek, metallic object from his pocket and, without hesitation, fired a shot. Blood splattered across the floor, staining Riki's shoes and pants as the lifeless body collapsed.

Heeseung sat down heavily in a chair, massaging his temples, the stress weighing on him. "Hyung, we should stop attacking and talk to Suho about this," Riki suggested, his tone cautious.

Another figure entered the room, his eyes flicking to the dead body on the floor before settling on Heeseung. "What the hell happened?" he demanded. Riki quickly filled him in.

"for a girl, Heeseung? Seriously? She's not even your real sister. We should let her go unless you're willing to abandon this multi-million mission and disappoint Suho and the others," Sunghoon said, his arms crossed, disbelief evident in his voice.

Heeseung shot him a deadly glare. "You know I can't do that."

Sunghoon and Riki exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent.

"We'll inform EXO about it," Riki said, watching as Sunghoon left the room.

"I know nothing about that. Why kidnap me?" you demanded, your voice defensive.

"Cut the crap. You're part of their schemes—it's impossible you're not." Seungcheol retorted, his patience wearing thin.

"Believe it or not, I. Know. NOTHING!" you insisted, your voice rising with frustration.

"Even if you didn't, you're still going to be held here whether you like it or not," he snapped, taking a deep breath as if to calm his mounting annoyance. He was mere inches from ending your life.

"Why?!?" you shouted, but a man quickly covered your mouth with a cloth.

"Don't speak so boldly, you little bitch. I can kill you anytime," Seungcheol hissed before turning on his heel to leave.

You glared at the man holding the cloth to your mouth, but he soon released his grip once Seungcheol was out of sight.

"This is a matter of life and death. Don't act so stubbornly." Deokyeom warned, and you just stared at him blankly.

"I simply asked a question-what's wrong with that?" you shot back.

"Your attitude and tone. You don't get to speak however you want," another man added, stepping closer.

You smirked, amused by their reactions.

"Don't act so smug." Jeonghan snarled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

"Or what?" you challenged, your gaze locking with his.

"You're quite the brave one, aren't you? I could kill you anytime if you weren't so important, but unfortunately for me, you have to stay alive," Jeonghan smirked before releasing your chin.

"She's pretty, though," Mingyu commented from behind Jeonghan, earning a chorus of blank stares. He awkwardly chuckled and hurriedly exited the room.

"That guy, seriously. I'll cut his dick off someday," Jeonghan muttered before also leaving. Deokyeom stood there, cackling at the scene, then turned to you.

"She's got a fever," Woozi noted as he approached, pressing his palm to your forehead.

"Her clothes are drenched—of course she's sick," Deokyeom replied, and Woozi sighed, leaning back.

They turned to Joshua and Junhui. "What? I just put her here as instructed," Joshua said, feigning innocence. Junhui simply shrugged.

"Seungkwan, you change her clothes." Joshua ordered, turning to him.

"Get me the clothes, and I'll change myself. Who said I don't know how to change my own clothes?" you interrupted, making everyone turn to you. You smirked at their stunned expressions, your hands already freed from the chains.

"Deokyeom and Woozi, you were right beside her. How did you not notice she was trying to escape?" Seungkwan pointed accusingly.

"And you two were facing her. It's impossible you didn't see her attempting to escape," Deokyeom retorted defensively.

Before they could argue further, you nonchalantly removed your top, revealing your bare skin and bra, making Joshua quickly turn away.

Soonyoung and Seungkwan's jaws dropped before they too averted their eyes.

You covered yourself with a blanket from the bed, tossing your shirt to the floor. "If they're too busy arguing. I might as well do something for myself," you thought.

Woozi clicked his tongue in disappointment and left the room. "She's never going to take us seriously now," he muttered to himself, embarrassed by the situation.

"Get the girl some damn clothes," Joshua sighed, following Woozi out. Deokyeom hurried after them, leaving Soonyoung and Seungkwan behind.

"Seungkwan-ah, Joshua hyung told you to get her dressed, so you should do it," Soonyoung said before leaving the room as well, leaving you and Seungkwan alone.

The room was silent, save for your labored breathing. Your eyes were tired, cheeks flushed with a fever.

"I'll get you some clothes and tell Woozi to get you medicine," Seungkwan said before exiting, locking the door behind him.

"Wow, that girl is something else." Seungkwan heard Mingyu and Soonyoung discussing as he headed upstairs, still wondering how you managed to free yourself.

He shook his head, pushing the thought aside, and headed to the medic room where Woozi and Jeonghan were working on something.

"Did you get her clothes?" Woozi asked, glancing briefly at Seungkwan before returning to his work.

"Not yet. But can you give me medicine for her? She's been getting chills," Seungkwan replied. Jeonghan fetched some pills from a drawer, then headed out.

"I'll give her the pills. Go get her some clothes," Jeonghan instructed, and Seungkwan nodded.

As Jeonghan left, Woozi and Seungkwan exchanged glances. They knew Jeonghan was up to something— he wasn't usually this hands-on.

"You told him about what happened with the girl, right?" Seungkwan asked, and Woozi nodded.

"Yeah... Hey, go get her clothes already." Woozi replied, changing the topic.

"Why do we even need to take care of her? She's just a hostage," Seungkwan grumbled.

"Seungcheol hyung told us to keep her unharmed. Just do what you're told," Woozi said.

Seungkwan sighed, nodding, and left the room.

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You were on the verge of passing out when the door creaked open, revealing a man holding a cup of water. He approached and, once standing by the bed, pulled out pills from his pocket.

"You're pretty hot," he remarked, smirking. You furrowed your brows, confused.

"I mean your temperature," he clarified with a grin before placing the pill between your lips and tipping the water cup to your mouth.

You coughed slightly after swallowing. and he released his grip on your chin, setting the cup on the table.

"You're quite a weakling, aren't you? Catching a cold right after getting drenched? Don't you think you should be stronger than that?" Jeonghan teased, his tone mocking.

"Don't you have better things to do?" you retorted, glaring at him.

"That's not nice now, is it? I just treated you, and that's how you react? The least you can do is answer my questions," Jeonghan replied, his mischievous grin never fading.

"I'm Yoon Jeonghan. We're going to meet frequently, so it's appropriate to introduce ourselves," he said, watching your blank expression. "I'll be watching over you from now on, so try not to bite, or I'll make sure to punish that ugly attitude of yours," he added, grinning down at you with unsettling interest.

You stared at Jeonghan blankly as his words hung in the air. For a moment, silence settled between you, but the smirk on Jeonghan’s lips remained as he gazed down at you.

The door creaked open, and Seungkwan entered, holding a plain black t-shirt and a pair of fitted shorts. He approached the two of you, and Jeonghan watched as Seungkwan placed the clothes on the bed, gesturing for you to get dressed.

“There’s no underwear yet, so you’ll have to make do with this for now,” Seungkwan said before quickly leaving the room, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. You grabbed the clothes, your brow arching as you turned to Jeonghan.

“Are you going to watch me get dressed as well?” you asked, clearly displeased by the idea. Jeonghan chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I suppose I can be a little shameless for now. Go on and hurry; I’ll show you around right after,” Jeonghan replied, placing his hands in his pockets and continuing to look down at you. You held the clothes in one hand and covered yourself with the blanket in the other.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you broke eye contact, letting the blanket slip from your body as you quickly pulled the shirt over your head. It was oversized on your frame, but it would have to do for now.

You then stood from the bed, your movements slow and deliberate, as you changed out of your wet shorts and into the dry ones. Jeonghan, now sitting on the bed, stared off into space, seemingly uninterested in your actions.

Once you were dressed, you looked at him and let out a soft sigh. “I’m sure the pills have already taken effect. You’re feeling a bit lightheaded now, aren’t you?” Jeonghan broke the silence as he stood up from the bed. “Follow me,” he instructed, heading out of the room. You followed him without a word.

As you reached the stairs, Jeonghan paused, overhearing voices from the living room.

“Jeonghan hyung must’ve watched her get dressed,” Seungkwan’s voice floated up the stairwell.

“I think he’s just getting horny,” Dokyeom chimed in, prompting an inward scoff from Jeonghan. He descended the stairs, entering the living room where five members were gathered—Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Minghao, and Wonwoo, who had just arrived.

“I heard my name,” Jeonghan said with an innocent smile, his gaze sweeping over Seungkwan and Dokyeom, who suddenly found the floor very interesting. “Bastards,” Jeonghan muttered, though the smile never left his lips.

You stood behind Jeonghan, glancing around at the group. Your eyes locked onto a familiar face—one that stirred memories from the previous night. Minghao’s eyes widened slightly as recognition dawned on him, and he quickly averted his gaze.

Minghao’s mind raced. "What is she doing here?" He couldn’t believe that the girl he had made out with just two nights ago was now standing in front of him—kidnapped, no less. He wasn’t the type to kiss just anyone, but there was something about you that had drawn him in, leading to that impulsive moment. Now, the situation felt unbearably awkward.

You noticed his discomfort and smirked slightly, enjoying the tension you were causing.

Jeonghan, sensing the unease in the room, turned back to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the living room without another word.

As you walked down the hallway, you threw one last glance at Minghao, meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk before turning away.

Jeonghan led you to a small medical room where Woozi was already waiting, preparing a syringe. Jeonghan gestured for you to sit on the medical bed, and you complied, though your eyes narrowed as you watched Woozi approach with the needle.

“What’s that for?” you asked, your voice edged with suspicion.

“Just medicine. It’ll help you recover from your fever more quickly if I inject it directly,” Woozi replied calmly. Jeonghan nodded reassuringly at you, though you still looked uncertain.

Despite your reservations, you knew you didn’t have much of a choice. Refusing could make things worse, given your current position as their “hostage.”

Woozi pressed the needle into your forearm with practiced precision, applying pressure as he administered the dose. Once the injection was complete, he taped a piece of cotton over the site to prevent any bleeding.

You weren’t usually afraid of needles, but this one left you feeling strangely disoriented. Your mind clouded over, and within minutes, a heavy drowsiness settled in.

“Ay, Woozi-ah, how long will she be asleep?” Jeonghan asked, watching you closely.

“About an hour or two,” Woozi replied. Jeonghan nodded, his gaze never leaving you as you lay back on the bed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep tight,” Jeonghan whispered as you drifted off.

Darkness enveloped your senses, but faint, distorted sounds began to filter through. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you could hear muffled voices—urgent, agitated. As consciousness slowly returned, you realized you weren’t alone.

Fighting the grogginess, you cracked open your eyes, but your vision was blurred. You could make out vague shapes—figures moving around you, though the details remained hazy.

“What’s going on?” you tried to ask, but your voice came out weak and slurred.

“Shh, stay still,” a voice whispered. You recognized it as Woozi’s, though it seemed far away. “You need to rest.”

But something wasn’t right. Despite Woozi’s reassurance, you felt a prickle of unease, a nagging sense that something had changed while you were unconscious.

As your vision began to clear, you caught a glimpse of Jeonghan standing at the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable. The others—Minghao, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom—were scattered around the room, all wearing varying degrees of concern on their faces.

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In the medical room, the air was thick with tension. Woozi was focused on drawing blood from your forearm, the needle piercing your skin with practiced precision. Jeonghan, however, seemed more interested in the texture of your skin, his hands having lingered on your bare stomach far longer than necessary.

“Jeonghan, you don’t need to remove her clothes. We’re just taking blood for fuck's sake,” Woozi said, his tone exasperated as he slapped Jeonghan’s hands away from your body.

Jeonghan stepped back, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he leaned against the counter, watching Woozi work. “Her skin is so damn soft,” he commented, his gaze lingering on you.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Joshua stepped inside. Woozi and Jeonghan briefly glanced at him before returning to their tasks. Joshua approached the bed where you lay unconscious, watching as Woozi finished drawing your blood.

“Why are you here?” Jeonghan asked, not bothering to look at Joshua this time.

“I’ve got news to share. Thought you two should hear it before the others,” Joshua replied, his eyes flickering down to your still form before meeting Jeonghan’s gaze. He knew that Jeonghan would be the one to inform everyone else.

Before the conversation could continue, Joshua’s phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. He stepped out of the room, leaving Woozi and Jeonghan to finish their work as he answered the call.

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I Am What I Am (II)

A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together. But was this fate or was this a choice?

Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC, OC x Surprise Seventeen member hehe

Word Count - 7.7K

Warnings - Nothing too explicit but mentions of blood, guns, knives, violence, (t.w) references to suicide, murder, making out again cause why not

Chapter summary - As secrets of the dark begin to come to light, Na bi has to fight the desires clouding her mind. More so that ever when red starts to stain the black.

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“I need to sit.”

Na bi peered into the darkness and her eyes fell on a couch at the far end of the room. Changkyun simply watched, buttoning his sleeves as she pushed with all her might, bringing it to the centre and plopping down on it. Her legs sure thanked her, but the fire in the pits of her stomach had reignited as she looked at him from a considerably lower and painstaking angle, standing before the table.

“Why are you here Ms. Baek?”

Na bi pursed her lips in thought. Honestly, she forgot. The sight of him had blown every ounce of reasoning out of her head. Sure, driving the car down an empty freeway at 140 kmh had adrenaline coursing through every inch of her body and yeah, maybe her ‘interaction’ earlier with that gentleman in the club had gotten her to some kind of high but she didn’t think she would ever find it this hard to get it together. There was nothing she could really process except him and the slender yet sculpted build of his body. He didn’t look very menacing but he didn’t seem like he was gentle either. Na bi wondered if he was the kind who liked it slow and teasing or hard and fast, not that she would have a problem with either-

Crossing her legs to keep it all in, she leaned back into the softness of the couch, mentally and physically pushing herself to the maximum possible distance away from this man.

“Who are you?”

“You already asked me that.” The corners of his lips curled into a smile. “And I already answered.”

“And I heard you.” She tilted her head in question. “But I’ve never heard of you before.”

“Not many have.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “I am a myth Ms. Baek. The knowledge of my existence is a privilege.”

Na bi let her eyes scan him down then up. Recalling the way he stayed concealed in the shadows the first time she met him, she scoffed. “Privilege or liability?”

When he didn’t clarify, she clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically. “So you are hiding.” She sighed. “That's sad; you were a lot more interesting when you didn’t admit to being a coward.”

Changkyun smiled, unaffected. “I don’t expect or need you to understand Ms. Baek. Ignorance is a luxury people like you can afford.”

Maybe if Na bi was less drunk, she would have been sensible enough to be offended by that but she simply pouted. “Enlighten me then.”

“What you call cowardice is gameplay Ms. Baek.” He leaned against the desk behind him. “My identity is irrelevant, so I choose anonymity. I let my work speak for itself.”

“So who gets, as you call it, the privilege of knowing who you are?”

“The few who have business with me, my men” He cocked his head, looking at her. “And you.”

Na bi felt a strange combination of fear, exhilaration and curiosity grip her all at once.

“No one else?”

Changkyun shook his head.

She took a minute to take it all in. She should have been more afraid. She really should.

“Sounds a little unfortunate if you ask me.” He raised an eyebrow as she leaned towards him, half whispering. “Having all this power and no one afraid of it.”

“I don’t seek fear because I don’t thrive on it Ms. Baek.” He mirrored her, leaning too. “Imagine what I could have done to you if fear was what I wanted.”

Na bi felt a single bead of sweat roll down her neck.

“Then what do you want from me? Why are your men stalking me?” When Changkyun looked at her expressionlessly, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t deny it. They haven’t been subtle and I’m not blind.”

“No, you’re not.” She could practically hear the amusement in his voice, like he had observed the way her eyes were all over him.

He walked around his desk, pulled open the drawer, taking out a familiar picture and threw it onto the wooden surface of the table. Na bi got up, walking closer to it, picking the photo of Ana in her hands, the same one Wonho had shown her that night.

“That’s from the cctv of my headquarters a few days ago. Your friend Ana, turned up at a location that no one other than me and my men know of, asking for me, by my name."

Na bi frowned. “How did she know where to find you?”

“Your skipping sequence Ms. Baek” Changkyun walked past her, sitting down on her chair. “How did she even know of my existence in the first place? The range of my business acquaintances does not extend to people like her.”

“How do you suppose she knew?”

He hummed. “Assumption is judgement’s biggest enemy Ms. Baek. I was hoping to have a conversation with her to let her explain herself, but that was the last time anyone had seen or heard from her.” Na bi didn’t even realise when he got hold of the lighter he began playing with. “And incidentally, while looking for her-”

“-your men kidnapped me.”

He nodded. “It was a mistake and it is my fault you got roped in this mess and so, it’s only fair that until all this gets over, I look out for you.” Changkyun watched her face scrunched in confusion. “Ms. Baek, there are a lot of dark and dangerous things hidden in the shadows of Seoul. My identity holds a higher value than you can imagine. Should anyone get the idea that you might have even the slightest clue as to who I am, they would hunt you down for answers.”

“So, all these days, your men were…” Na bi blinked at a loss of words. “Protecting me?"

He gave a small nod.

Na bi stared at him. Of all the reasons she had imagined for his men stalking her, this was nowhere on the list.

“You’re telling me that rather than eliminating someone who might be a threat to your identity which you apparently so carefully safeguard, you chose to employ your men to work round the clock to protect her? All because she was a mistake?” Na bi stared at him incredulously before letting out a surprising short laugh. “Oh, you absolute asshole.”

For the first time, Changkyun’s expression betrayed his thoughts – it was a mixture of annoyance, confusion and amusement all in one.

“Either you habitually don’t think twice before you talk,” His voice was suddenly a lot deeper. “Or you’re not afraid of much when you’re drunk Ms. Baek.”

“Please,” She scoffed. “I’m not afraid of much when I’m sober either. There is not much to fear if you’re not afraid of death, and I see death every day.”

Na bi walked up to him, her shadow falling on his darkening expression.

“You’re not protecting me and this is not just about Ana. Someone like her cannot possibly be a threat to you.”

The image of those armed men in Ana’s house flashed in Na bi’s head. The only reason another group of dangerous people were after Ana had to be for Changkyun.

“Someone else is looking for you. Someone who is a part of those dark and dangerous things you claim are in the shadows of Seoul. Evidently, they are aware that Ana has you all figured it out and they knowing getting to her means getting to you, but you....You don’t know who they are, do you?”

She walked around the chair, her fingers tracing it.

“Ana was your only link to them but she’s missing. You knew, whoever they are, if they learn of me, they will come after me instead. That’s why I’m alive, that’s why I’m being monitored. I’m bait, aren’t I?”

She leaned down, meeting him eye to eye.

“Or did I misjudge the depth of your character?”

Now that she was much closer to him, her eyes once again began wandering across his face and she wondered why she was not more annoyed or aggravated at the realisation of how she was being recklessly played around by him. Changkyun on the other hand was silent for a whole minute, looking right back into her eyes before his lips curled into a smile.

“I think I misjudged the level of your intelligence Ms. Baek.”

Na bi pulled herself back feeling victorious but he got up, on his feet, eliminating the little distance she put between them. “But you are transparent and lack depth so you think everyone is as one dimensional as you are.” This time she felt her fists ball in anger. “Had you not given in to your saviour complex and unnecessarily curious nature, you wouldn’t have become the potential target that you are now. It’s not me but you who brought you to where you are,” He took the picture from her, freeing her hands. “But just because there were other reasons to keep my eye on you, doesn’t mean I wasn’t looking out for you.”

Na bi knew those were empty words from him but she couldn’t help but feel a weight drop in her stomach. It didn’t help that he was standing so close, and it helped even less when Na bi took a step closer to him, doing the top button of his vest that he had missed.

“Prove it then.” She smoothened the fabric on his chest nonchalantly before looking up at him. “Take me home.”

“Wonho will drop you- “

“Not him. You.”

He sighed. “Ms. Baek. If you haven’t figured out already, I don’t come out in the open.”

“You said you wanted to protect me, didn’t you?” She licked her drying lips. “So, it’s you or no one.”

Changkyun’s eyes flickered down there, just for a second before he met her eyes again. “I’m inviting trouble keeping you around, aren’t I?”

Na bi smiled as she walked out, knowing he would follow.

The ride to her house was pretty silent.

In that half an hour, Na bi understood Changkyun wasn’t much of a talker. If she had nothing to say, neither did he. Conveniently enough though, he would at least answer her questions when she had any and she had very few questions.

Okay, she only had one question.

“Are you getting married?”

Changkyun momentarily took his eyes off the road to throw her a glance, clearly not expecting that of all things. Well, he for starters, he was all suited up - not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place, smelling like a very distracting combination of whiskey and roses but the watch on his hand, it looked old, like a choice of sentiment rather than style.

“You look very marry-able right now.”

“Why Ms. Baek,” His voice was laced with amusement. “Would you like to?”

“Hell no.” Na bi scoffed, looking out of the window at all the buildings whizzing by. Sure, she was attracted to him, hormones and alcohol clearly amplifying it all but that was about it. “You and I can’t possibly be meant to be.”

Changkyun hummed. In thought? In agreement? She had no idea. But that was the only conversation they had the whole way home. She wanted to ask more; of course, she wanted to. Curiosity was Na bi’s fatal flaw but either this really expensive BMW’s smooth navigation was lulling her to sleep or Seoul’s air was laced with some sort of sedative tonight – whatever it was, she was progressively losing grip over herself, so uncharacteristically, she shut up.

When the car came to a stop in front of her building, Na bi rolled her head over to look at Changkyun – he was already looking at her. She definitely wanted to say something, either a thank you or goodnight, but whatever it was, under his gaze, yet again, she forgot. Not a word was exchanged, neither was any emotion - there was no sadness over a goodbye, no longing to see each him again. But in the silence of the night and the small space that held them at an arm’s distance from each other, there was one thing that was definitely there – a meaningless craving. A desire so electrifying that she could practically taste it in the air and feel it in the way every cell in her body was fighting the idea of just pulling him closer. Na bi wondered if he felt that too; she couldn’t tell.

When Changkyun made the slightest movement towards her Na bi immediately felt her breath get stuck in her throat and her heart race in her chest. At first, he simply unbuckled her seat belt and she had begun to get disappointed but then she felt him lean closer. Though this was exactly what she wanted, though he was what her body was so desperately seeking, Na bi felt her eyes close reflexively, her hands gripping whatever it could on the seat.

“The lights are on.”

Frowning, her eyes flew open to see Changkyun still a considerable distance from her, his eyes fixed on something else entirely, far behind her. Following his line of vision, she realised he was staring at the windows of her house, the only one with lights on at 3am.

“Yeah well,” She hoped to god he didn’t notice her reaction earlier. “I don’t live in the dark.”

“Did you leave them on before you left?”

She shrugged unable to remember. Changkyun’s expression darkened as he unbuckled his own seatbelt and stepped out of his car, making her hurriedly mirror his actions.

“Wait,” Na bi pointlessly lowered her voice. “You think they found me?”

He continued staring at the window for a moment before he quickly made his way into her building and up the stairs. Swearing under her breath and barely able to balance herself, Na bi followed, stupidly trying to keep up with a man who seemed to move at the speed of light. By the time they climbed four floors and had reached her house, she was a panting mess but he was still perfect, not a crease, not a hair out of place.

“9963.” She blurted, giving him the password to her door, only belatedly realising what she had done. Before she could fully comprehend the consequences of her actions, he opened her door and stepped in. Standing by the frame, Na bi watched, still out of breath and in awe as he moved around so cautiously and so quietly, like he was made of a gas or something. It took a good five minutes of looking around before the tightness in his shoulders finally relaxed and he turned to her.

“Looks like you’re safe.”

“And of course you sound disappointed.” Na bi mumbled under her breath.

The trap they were using her to set up still hadn’t led them to their prey. If only he had managed to get his hands on someone tonight, if only he got the answers he was looking for, a lot of her problems could have been solved. Kicking off her shoes, she walked in, sinking into the couch. Changkyun’s eyes followed her across the room.

“Are you going to leave now?”

Na bi looked up at the man, pushing her urges down yet again for the nth time now. Earlier today, when he called her transparent, he was right. There was nothing hidden in the way she looked at him – the desire in her eyes was as clear as day.

But his gaze was as dark as the night. He seemed so layered and unreadable and as much as she wanted to unravel all that he kept hidden away in the shadows, she didn’t think she should. Some things were meant to hold on to, and some weren’t and as Na bi herself had claimed earlier, this wasn’t meant to be. She had to let him go.

“Stay.”

“Dr. Baek, are you listening to me?”

Instantly snapping out of her trip down the memory lane, Na bi looked up at her attending and the entire team looking at her, waiting. Realising that she had in fact, not been listening, her eyes quickly flickered between the patient’s vitals on the screen and the paper in her hand. Swallowing on nothing, she took a shot in the dark, praying to whatever gods were out there that she had analysed the situation right.

“Yeah, yeah, I shall uh… do a head CT and set him up for an LP?”

That eyebrow of her attending raised in question, lowered a little. “And get his fever under control.”

Na bi quickly nodded, taking notes and sighing inwardly with relief as the team continued the morning rounds. Close. She had been letting her mind wander a bit too much. Not only was the horrible hangover headache making it hard to stay grounded to reality, her thoughts too were all over the place, mostly trying recollect the events of last night which she had navigated drunk off her face. Now was neither the time nor the place for it but clearly, self-control was not one of Na bi’s virtues. It was only when the patient next to her violently retched and threw up onto the floor that she finally got it together and put her thoughts behind her.

An hour and three separate crises-es later, Na bi found herself catching a short break as she walked down the corridor from the pantry, looking out of the window at the greying sky. Seoul was uncharacteristically gloomy today. Peeling the orange in her hand, she popped a piece in her mouth, eyes scouring through the crowd of people scattered around, looking at their feet in particular. No combat shoes.

When Na bi woke up that morning, the sun was already way up in the sky, giving her just enough time to quickly change into a fresh pair of clothes, grab her bag and run out of her house. It was only when she had finished gobbling her breakfast and finally had some substantial energy in her that she noticed the absence of Changkyun’s men - There was no one in combat boots.

She didn’t know how to feel about that. It was evident from last night that Changkyun’s enemy, whoever that was, hadn’t identified her yet so she was in no immediate danger but she didn’t still understand the sudden disappearance of her apparent protection squad. The voice of reason in her head told her that she was merely a pawn in whatever game Changkyun was playing and this was probably just another one of his moves. Her gut feeling though, begged to differ – it said something had to have gone wrong.

It was when both voices that were battling it out in her head that she felt a tap on her shoulder and the orange peel in her hand was replaced by a small bottle.

“Drink up.”

Na bi turned to see Seokmin, her closest friend at work handing her the hangover tonic he frequently used.

“Hell no, that’s bitter as fuck.”

“Get it together Baek.” He crossed his arms. “This is a hospital; you’re a doctor and you look like shit.”

“Thanks.” She murmured, cracking the seal open, trying not to taste the horrible liquid as she drank it.

“What happened last night?”

Na bi drank slower to avoid answering. He did kindly invite her out last night and so she did owe him some sort of explanation but what even was she supposed to say? I shot a man in the leg, stole his car, met up with a mafia leader, insisted he drive me home and then we…. It sounded absolutely insane even in her head, who would even believe her?

First off, mafia supposedly didn’t even exist in Seoul. After the famous Crime WipeOut operation back in 2011, the streets were declared ‘crime free’ – the cops had been advertising their success with that phrase for years now. But everyone knew that was not true. Working in the emergency room, Na bi especially knew that was not true. Every other day, people would walk in with all sorts of injuries, claiming they “fell down the stairs” or “got hit by a car” when their wounds clearly told another story. No one would dare question them though, not when they could feel the outline of a weapon in their pockets.

And now Na bi’s encounter last night had confirmed facts. Mafia very much did exist in Seoul and somehow suddenly, thanks to one man, she found herself deep, right in the middle of it all. It would be unfair to Seokmin to drag him into it too.

“I wish I remembered it all.” That was as honest as she could get with him - there was indeed a big gap in her memory of last night's events that she just couldn't recollect no matter how hard she tried.

“I need my blue pajamas.” Na bi put down the seat of the toilet and sat on it, crossing her legs, feeling much better having thrown up. She was definitely talking to Changkyun about something before she felt her stomach turn and ran to bathroom - she tried hard to remember what exactly that conversation was about again but it was pointless, she had no idea. The earlier suited man who now somehow only had his white shirt on, appeared by the door, holding out a navy-blue set of pajamas but she shook her head. “Not these ones.”

“Nearly everything in there is blue.”

“I like blue.”

“This is blue.”

“But this is not the blue I like.”

Changkyun didn't reply but his silence was loud.

“What? Didn’t you say you wanted to make sure I’m safe?”

“And safety includes a specific blue pajama?”

Na bi slid off the toilet and walked past him to her wardrobe, pouting. “I feel safe in those blue pajamas.”

She scoured through her clothes while he stood behind her, not too close but perhaps close enough to catch her if she stumbled.

“These.” She held up an old, faded pair of sky-blue pajamas. “These belong to my sister but this is me.” She pointed at the print of small white butterflies on the fabric then to herself. “Baek Na bi. White butterfly.”

And then without a warning to herself or him, Na bi pulled her shirt over her head, stripping out of her clothes. At that point, Changkyun who’s eyes were focused on her all this while, looked away, making her suddenly very conscious of her actions. Actions she didn’t seem to put much thought into; which wasn’t very unlike her but something felt different today - it was almost like she was made of two minds. Unfortunately, the second one was hell bent on being honest and irrational.

“I think…” She pulled up her pants, adjusting the elastic, looking him up then down. “I think I’m really attracted to you.”

He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, looking amused. “I think you should sleep Ms. Baek.”

Something did a somersault in Na bi’s chest. “With you?”

“Would you like to?” He leaned against her dresser, crossing his arms.

She mimicked him, leaning back against her wardrobe. “Very much.”

When those words left her mouth, Na bi had no idea what she expected the consequences to be. She had no idea what exactly transpired between them after that either.

As far she remembered, they were on opposite ends of the room and she was looking into his unreadable eyes for just one clue about what he wanted. Then, suddenly, somehow, they were standing right across each other, inches apart in a loud silence where she could only hear her heart race in her chest. She didn't know if Changkyun felt even an ounce of what she was feeling, or if he too wanted her as much as she craved him and there was only one way to find out.

Lord knows where Na bi got the courage, or why she gave into the stupidity but impulsively, she got on her tiptoes, hands grabbing his shirt to pull him closer and let her lips softly brush his, which to her surprise, parted. Na bi saw a hundred different things flash in his eyes, but none of them seemed like a no, so she kissed him again, more certain this time, closing the gap till there was nothing between them. His hands grabbed her waist as she stumbled, setting off something hot in her chest.

And just like that they walked back entwined, lips not leaving each other till the back of his knees hit her bed, prompting her to push him onto it, finally giving them the space to breathe. Changkyun looked up at her with his hooded eyes, his hands sinking into the comforter behind him. There was something undeniably hot about him just sitting on her bed like that, doing nothing but watching her. He was letting her make the moves.

And so she did, standing between his thighs, taking his face into her hands, leaning forward to kiss him once again. She didn’t know if his arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his lap, or if she climbed on the bed, straddling him, but here they were, just mouths moving, tongues roaming and hearts beating real fast. Na bi felt herself getting lost in that pleasure, her hips naturally finding a rhythm against him but his arm around her held her in place. He lifted her and with a swift motion, her back hit the bed and he was hovering above her, exploring her face with his eyes. She pushed the strand of his hair which escaped its place, before she noticed the small healed wound on his eyebrows, her fingers tracing them.

“What happened here?”

One breath.

Then two.

“Hit the corner of the table when I was running away.”

“Running away from what?”

“The people who killed my family.”

Na bi blinked – she did not expect that candor. Or his lack of hesitation.

She stroked it softly, “Does it still hurt?”

What a pointless question. The wound looked old, like it had been years since he got it. Na bi realised with a pang in her chest that he must’ve been young when this happened. It must hurt like hell.

She propped herself on her elbows and reached up, planting a small kiss on it, obviously a very apt medical solution. “Better?”

For the first time, he let out a soft laugh, a genuine one.

Na bi kissed it again and again and again, slowly making her way down his face, finding his lips with hers once more. Yet again, time was lost on her. She just felt an undeniable, craving need for him, to feel him, to own him. This is what it must feel like to burn from within.

She let herself sink into the softness of her comforter, freeing her hands to unbutton his shirt when his arm under her tightened pushing her up her bed, neither action hindering their mouths on each other. Na bi had her fair share of experience with men but nothing ever felt like this and they weren't even doing much. The attraction she felt towards him was like never before, it didn't even allow her to think rationally. She knew they should stop - she was drunk and he was a stranger, a dangerous one at that, but she couldn't bring herself to. And just as she wondered if he too could not stop himself, she felt him pull back.

“Na bi….” His voice was so soft? “You should sleep.”

“Don’t want to….” She muttered, pulling him closer, but he didn’t give in.

“Sleep.”

He rolled off her as she groaned, pulling herself together, curling up into a comfortable position. He was right - even though she wanted him, her body needed sleep. And to stop this madness. She tucked her palm under her head and watched him by the frame of her bedroom door, buttoning his shirt, looking back at her.

She had expected him to be gone before she knew it.

“Aren’t you going to go?”

“I’ll leave when you sleep.”

The stomach somersaults were back.

“Will I ever see you again?”

He didn’t answer her question.

“Don’t go around doing something stupid.”

She chuckled, pulling her sheets closer, feeling her eyes flutter shut under the warmth of the covers. “You don’t mean that." She yawned. "Because if I don’t then your enemies won’t find me. And if they don’t find me, you won’t find them.”

“Ms. Baek,” Na bi looked at him one last time as sleep finally took her in. “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

Trying to ignore Changkyun’s last words still ringing in her mind, Na bi pulled herself back to reality, continuing the conservation. “I should’ve let you know before I left Min-ah, sorry.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” Seokmin leaned against the window. “I worry about safety. It can get crazy out there.”

Na bi nodded. He had no idea.

She had no idea about a lot of things either.

She had no idea what Changkyn’s actions last night meant. Or his words. Was he attracted to her? If he was then why did he stop? And if he wasn’t, didn’t that mean he was using her, just like she suspected he was? And if he was using her then why did he ask her not to do anything crazy? How was she of any use to him if she wasn’t an efficient trap? Or was she wrong? Was she not a bait? And he truly mean what he said about looking out for her? But if he did mean that then where were all his men today??

Na bi felt like she could crush the bottle she was holding with her bare hands. All these questions were just turning into a never-ending loop that she was stuck right in the middle of with no answers and no escape. She needed to get her mind off all this.

“Crazy workload today?” She pointed at all the case files in her friend's hand, desperate for a change of topic. He shook his head, looking down at the corridor as a patient was wheeled out, white sheet covering their face. When a hand slipped from under the covers from the inertia, Na bi noticed the cut across the wrist.

“There was nothing I could do.” Seokmin sighed. “He bled out.”

“Cut that deep?”

“Two cuts. One on each wrist.”

Na bi felt the bile rise in her throat.

“Let me guess, family doesn’t suspect any foul play?”

“The usual.”

Seokmin handed the files to the intern who meekly walked up to him before she took them and rushed off.

Everyone in the ER knew of these cases, Na bi had seen a couple of them up close before – cases determined as self-inflicted injury, completely ignoring the fact that it was not one but two clean cuts on both wrists. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain could tell that was clearly not self inflicted but somehow, these cases would never reach the point of investigation. The family didn't dare push them and medical staff did not have the authority to – they just went on to become yet another record on paper.

The mere thought of such cruelty made Na bi's stomach turn. She wondered how anyone believed that evil did not exist in Seoul when she saw evidence of it in every corner, at every given moment - even the very next one.

Ambulance sirens.

Both her and Seokmin immediately looked at each other, ears perking at the sound of not one, not two but sirens of seven ambulances getting increasingly loud.

True to her training, Na bi immediately flung the bottle in her hand into a nearby trashcan and rushed to the entrance with Seokmin right behind her, pulling her hair into a higher and tighter ponytail. The rest of the doctors and nurses had already assembled, prepping to take on the load of cases that was about to walk in. But given that 'smooth-sailing' was just not a part of the emergency department's vocabulary, the head nurse ran up to her, a worried look on her face. “Dr. Baek, Dr. Yoo isn’t here.”

Fuck, she forgot - the attending had left right after morning rounds for a conference in Busan which meant-

“Jaehyun is in charge.” Seokmin concluded, voicing her thoughts as the three of them turned and looked across the corridor.

Jaehyun's face was as white as the wall behind him, hands shaking. Shit. Sure he was two years her senior which theoretically meant he was the most experienced person here to lead the room but Na bi knew he didn't have the stomach for what was coming; especially when the hospital doors opened and all she saw was blood. Blood, blood, blood, everywhere.

“Who’s in charge?” A paramedic looked around urgently while Na bi continued looking at a frozen Jaehyun. “Who’s in charge???”

There was no time for incompetence. Not right now.

“I’m taking over.” She whispered to Seokmin before she stepped up. “Me, Dr. Baek. What happened?”

“Traffic accident.” He panted. “That’s what they said on the call but I don’t think so. Seems more like a…..”

Na bi looked around the room, her vision tunneling on the details. There were almost 40 men, most of them were severely injured, but it was definitely not a traffic accident. They had massive gashes, wounds that looked like they were cut by something sharp, like a knife. The bruises on their eyes and mouth, those were obviously landed from a fist and the way some of their ribs and arms seemed broken, this was definitely a -

“Gang fight.” They said at the same time.

“They’re criminals.” Seokmin whispered, his voice laced with hesitancy.

Na bi took a deep breath and slipped on her gloves. “And we’re doctors.”

Na bi closed the door of the storage room behind her, finally getting away from it all.

It had been 3 hours. 3 intensive hours but to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as she expected; she had seen far worse days. While there was copious amounts of blood, the wounds weren’t so deep or severe that a few stitches and dressing couldn’t handle. About five of them had to be sent for emergency surgery and were now being monitored in the intensive care. Those who had fractures were scanned and appropriately bandaged and those who had rushed here accompanying their companions were detained in a separate room till the cops arrived.

Na bi had no choice but to ask Seokmin to call for law enforcement. Given how they were taking their own sweet time to come, maybe she was mistaken about the gravity of the situation but she had assumed that she couldn’t just brush 40 people injured by violence under the rug – it was necessary to get the police involved. Regardless of the fact that every single one of those brought in was wearing combat boots.

Cracking the joints of her neck, she gripped the metal bars of the shelf before her and briefly shut her eyes.

The faces of those who were brought in today flashed before her– she didn’t recognise any of them. None of those who used to follow her were there, neither was Wonho and neither was Changkyun. Na bi didn’t know why it was necessary for her to find out but the moment she noticed the combat boots, her first instinct was to look for Changkyun. It wasn’t like she deeply cared for him or anything; it was more because of curiosity. Of course, it was plain old curiosity, what else could it be-

Her eyes flew open at the subtle sound of the carboard boxes - Someone was in the room.

Pretending not to notice, yet extremely cautiously, she looked around for the spare supplies she came for and true to her intuition, just as she tried to reach for the gauzes at the back of the shelf, she felt a presence press against her back and something sharp and cold pricking her neck.

“Where is he?”

Na bi wouldn’t have screamed, she recognised that voice but she felt a hand cover her mouth anyway. She tried to struggle free from it but the tip of the knife against her skin inched deeper.

“Where is he?” Wonho whispered harshly again.

She pried his hand from her mouth, whispering back loudly. “How am I supposed to say anything with your hand on my mouth?”

Na bi felt a sting and the blood trickle down her neck. She had encountered this man so many times but this was the first time he was hurting her. Frankly, it sort of annoyed her, making her snap in retaliation. “How would I know where Changkyun is?”

Wonho’s grip on her softened and she took the opportunity to set herself free and face him. He looked tensed.

“How do you know his name?”

Na bi held a piece of gauze against the burning cut on her throat. Fuck.

“.....he told me.”

“He told you?” Wonho looked at her in absolute disbelief but eventually shook it off like he had other more important things to deal with. He pointed his knife at her. “I don't care why he decided to disclose it to someone like you, but don’t you ever dare take his name. Not before me, not before anyone, do you understand?”

Na bi nodded slowly. She had forgotten the dangerous weight his name carried. Was that how comfortable she had gotten with all this?

“And I’m asking you for the last time. Where is I.M?”

Ignoring how silly the name 'I.M' sounded, Na bi sighed. “I swear, I have no idea; I was drunk remember?”

“He dropped you home.”

“He was wearing a suit.”

“What?”

“Are we not playing state-the-obvious?”

Wonho’s confused face turned into exasperation. “He didn’t return after that; you were the last one who saw him!”

Na bi scoffed. “What, you think I tied him up and put him in my basement?”

“Of course not. I already checked your house-“

“Wait, what-“

“I don’t think you are really understanding the gravity of the situation Ms. Baek.” Wonho moved closer to her, urgently. “He is a very important man and things can go very wrong without him around.”

Why was everyone around her suddenly going missing?

“I swear to god, I have no idea. Last night we….. I mean, I fell asleep and he left, I don’t know where he went after that or what might have happened-“

“Na bi!” Both her and Wonho jumped apart, turning at the sound of Seokmin knocking the door. “The cops are here.”

Wonho placed a finger on his mouth warning her, as though Na bi didn’t know she had to keep quiet. Fishing something out of his pocket, he handed it to her as he took a step back into the darkness of the room – her phone. Recalling what she had done with it last night, she wanted to ask Wonho if the person she shot was okay but when she looked up, he had already melted into the shadows he came from.

Adjusting her scrubs, still looking over her shoulder, she walked over and opened the door to see Seokmin waiting for her and next to him, in uniform, was her next problem for today who also happened to be a very, very familiar face.

“Na bi, this is Officer Kim Mingyu.”

Seokmin introduced her to a man who didn’t really need an introduction because if she hadn't left him without an explanation last night, she would have been introduced to him anyways.

He seemed to have recognised her too, his eyes widening, expression changing from confusion to surprise.

“Officer Kim, this is Dr. Baek, she was the one in charge today.”

“Dr. Baek Na bi.” Mingyu pieced together her name, shaking her hand with a slightly cocky smile dancing on his face. “Fate works in funny ways.”

As Seokmin frowned looking back and forth between the two of them, Na bi turned to him. “Min-ah, help me go check if everything is okay in the wards, please?” When he didn’t move, still suspiciously staring them down, she emphasised on the please once more, with a look of promise in her eyes to tell him the details later and he finally left, leaving them alone. When Na bi turned her attention back to Mingyu, he still hadn’t let her hand go and his eyes were on her lips, making her cheeks flush red.

“I’m so sorry about last night-” Na bi began when he extended his other hand towards her, making her reflexively take a step back. “Woah.”

He immediately looked apologetic, pointing at her neck. "You're bleeding."

"Oh, that's nothing." She pressed the gauze onto her wound again, pulling her hand out of his grip. "Again about last night, I'm sorry. It was rude of me, I should have said something before I left like that….”

“The way you ran out, I was worried if everything was okay with you.” And he genuinely looked concerned. Sweet.

“Everything was fine, I just had something personal to take care of.”

He nodded slowly pursing his lips, and two tiny dimples appeared on his cheeks, making Na bi smile.

“I’m glad I found you again.” He put his hands his pockets, his shoulders scrunching up. “Now I just need to meet you one more time to confirm my theory.”

“Your theory?”

Mingyu nodded. “I believe a first meeting happens by chance. The second one may be a coincidence, but a third time?” He looked around before whispering. “That’s fate.”

Na bi chuckled. “I don’t believe in fate officer.”

“Give it a chance doctor. Third time’s a charm.”

“And why do you think we will run into each other once again?”

“Because I would like to take you out for dinner tomorrow.”

Na bi crossed her arms, trying hard not to smile. “Setting up a third meeting? Well that’s cheating.”

“I don’t just leave things to fate Dr. Baek.” He leaned in so close, Na bi could smell that familiar scent of him, the same one he had on in the bar, the memory of his mouth on hers coming back. “I work for what I want.”

It would be a lie to say Na bi was not impressed. Usually, these kind of words didn't have much effect on her, she would have just laughed it off. But the first time she met him, she had judged him to be a lot more amateur and inexperienced and now clearly, he knew what he was doing and he was doing well. So, when he put his hand out looking pointedly at her phone, she gave it to him and watched as he gave himself a call and saved her contact on his phone with the emoticon of a butterfly.

She laughed. “My 8th grade boyfriend used to save my name like that.”

“I like butterflies.” He looked at her with captivated eyes. “I think they’re really beautiful.”

Their wings might be but what about the ugly creature they hide under all that colour?

Na bi took back her phone, saving his number with an emoji of her own – a dog.

Mingyu pouted, dimples popping up again and she laughed, pointing at him, “There you go! I knew you were the golden retriever kind- “

“Na bi!” She startled, turning towards the sound as Seokmin ran up to her, bending over and coughing to catch his breath before he finally found his voice. “They’re…they’re all gone.”

“What?” Na bi and Mingyu blurted together, shocked.

“The ones in the ward, ICU, the ones detained, all, every single one of them is missing.”

Na bi immediately ran towards the wards, both men following her. There were dozens of officers everywhere, talking to the staff, taking notes, walkie talkies going off but the beds – they were empty. All of them.

They checked everywhere, they checked everything but there were no traces of Changkyun’s men.

It was like they were never there.

Na bi opened the door of her house, kicking off her shoes, tired to the bone.

After hours of questioning by the cops, Na bi began to understand the meticulousness with which Changkyun’s men worked.

While the hospital had called the police immediately after the ambulances arrived, it turned out they received no such call – Changkyun’s men had somehow intercepted it. It was only hours later when Seokmin called again to check on the delay that the cops received the information, arriving within 20 minutes with a full task force but their culprits had already cleared the scene by then. They didn’t even leave any clues behind – all their belongings had disappeared with them; the security cam footage was wiped clean, any and all records made for medical reasons were shredded – they had even taken their medical waste away. No one stopped them through all this – no one dared to.

Na bi threw her bag on the couch, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. But just as she hurriedly chugged it, there was an unexpected knock on her door, prompting her to glance at the clock – it was 11pm. Who would come by now?

Had Changkyun’s enemies finally found her?

Na bi felt a chill run down her spine. As though she bad timing was the highlight of her fate, just today of all days, none of Changkyun’s men were around. She was all alone, there really was no one to help.

When another knock followed, she immediately grabbed her phone and texted Seokmin, asking him to come over immediately, then scoured through the kitchen drawers and grabbed a knife. Heart thumping in her chest, she slowly made her way to the door, first looking through the peephole to see just how many people were threatening to break down her door but there was only one. Just one man in a spotless white shirt, standing with his head down and palms on the door and without even looking at his face, Na bi knew who it was.

Sighing in relief, she threw the knife onto the dining table and quickly opened the door, as he lazily lifted his head giving her a small, familiar smile.

“Changkyun?”

He seemed like he was struggling to stand straight. Was he drunk?

“You’ve been gone for hours. Do you always work this late…..”

As his eyes trailed down her face, his smile vanished, hand slowly reaching for her neck, his finger smearing with blood as he ran it across a painful spot – the wound from Wonho’s knife seemed to have opened up again.

“You’re bleeding.” He rubbed the blood between his fingers, looking at it. “What happened?”

Was he slurring?

"Wonho came to the hospital and-"

Before she could finish, his heavy eyes fluttered shut and he stumbled forward but Na bi quickly caught him, just as his knees gave away. She could feel something warm and sticky on his back making her look over his shoulder at her hand, a sight that nearly made her heart stop. Blood.

For the first time ever, her hands shook as they were drenched in blood, his blood and as though he finally gave up, Changkyun went limp in her arms.

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