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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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svtdarlingbby · 1 year 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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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 · 9 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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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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clownprincehoeshi · 6 months ago

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TWISTED DECEPTION - The Characters

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 in 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, cheating, sex scenes, nudity… will post others along the way if needed

Don’t forget to support the writers by rebloging their work! Thank you!

Teaser

Lee Rua

• Mafia boss for the Lee clan

• Known for being stunning and deadly, with a sharp mind

• Her father died a few years back, getting killed by a mysterious assassin

• She was chosen as the leader of the clan, even though Jin is her older brother and a man

• She stays away from the public and the spotlights

• Her biggest enemy is Kim Mingyu. There were rumours that he was involved in her father’s death

Seokjin

• Rua’s older brother

• The public doesn’t know they are related, since Jin changed his family name to Kim and lived in the States for half of his life, away from family affairs

• He just wants a normal life, working at a hospital as a doctor

• He is married and has two kids

Jun

• The right hand on Rua and her best friend

• He met Rua when they were in 5th grade where he saved her from a gang of bullies and are besties since

• Would do anything for Rua, has been in love with her for years

Minghao

• Best assassin in Korea

• His dad used to be best friend with Rua’s dad, who was always there for the Xu family

• He’s the best when it comes to weapons, fighting, planning and finding information

• He always wears a mask when he’s out of the house and nobody except Rua and her men know how he looks like

Seungcheol

• He’s working at Jin’s hospital as a doctor

• Starts a romance with Rua after he saves her

• He keeps his life a mystery

• Hao doesn’t like him one bit

Kim Mingyu

• Mafia boss of the Kim clan

• Him and Rua used to be friends when they were kids, their clans were united when their parents were alive

• He hates Rua now, since the rumours that the Lee clan was involved in his parent’s death

• He’s known for his good looks and for being the most wanted bachelor

• He loves the spotlight, loves to see his face in articles

• He’s bribing a lot of people in power to be on his side

Jeonghan

• One of the best men of Mingyu’s

• He’s pretty quiet and reserved

• Incredibly intelligent and competitive

• He’s called The Man in the Shadows, because that’s his MO. Waits in the shadows and strikes like lightning

• Used to train with Minghao but they lost touch when they started working for the mafia

Joshua

• One of the best men of Mingyu’s

• Him and Jeonghan are called the Deadly Twins and are best friends

• He’s an extroverted guy, always attending events and parties

• Involved with Yoongi’s sister, Jenny

Wonwoo

• Friend of Mingyu, politician. A corrupted one

• He’s a pain in the ass for the other clans

• Smart but arrogant, always making inappropriate jokes with Rua

Min Yoongi

• Mafia boss of the Min clan

• He has a soft cat like face, but a heart of ice

• Would do anything to get his way

• He’s been trying to plant a mole inside Lee clan for years, but it never worked

• Always trying to stir shit up and create chaos

Jungkook

• Yoongi’s little brother

• Pretty chaotic and immature

• Gets his brother into trouble all the time

• Party animal, always seen with a new girl on his arm every other day

• Him and Taehyung are besties

• Sometimes he does the dirty work for the clan

Jenny

• Yoongi’s little sister

• Spoiled little princess

• She is crazy about Joshua and she’s certain Tae is trying to steal him from her

• She hates Rua with a passion

Taehyung

• Yoongi’s right hand

• One word that would describe him: crazy

• He is a cold, calculated asshole

• He likes to attend events and be the center of attention

• He got his eyes on Joshua, finding him kinda cute

• Always gets into arguments with Jenny about Joshua

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wooahaeruby · 7 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!

☆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

Unnamed Seungcheol Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Teacher, Single Mom

Unnamed Wonwoo Soulmate AU

Soulmate Au, Streamers/Influencers AU

☆Social Media☆

Twitter: CallistoSVT

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lovingseventeen · 2 years ago

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oh you know, just another day of svt being svt

#seventeen #svt #going seventeen #gose #seventeen mafia #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #wen junhui #kwon hoshi #jeon wonwoo #lee woozi #lee dokyeom #kim mingyu #xu minghao #chwe vernon #boo seungkwan #lee dino

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honeyhae-svt · 5 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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weird-bookworm · 2 years ago

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HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

a/n: been wanting to do this for a long time now, hopefully y'all will like it <3 i don't really do reader x member stuff though, so this'll just either be member x member ships or no romance at all 😅

pairing: jihancheol, junhao, verkwan

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, romance (kinda), angst (?), mafia

warnings: slight mentions of non-graphic violence, illegal stuff obviously

handles the covers

has a chain of legitimate businesses

the earnings make the employees' salaries

but also funds svt

adding in to the earnings from their shady businesses

belongs to a very rich family

just a successful young ceo to the world

the loud adorable member to svt

really good at singing

even better at acting

no one from his companies can tell that he is sunshine personified

because he's the cold hearted and kind but firm ceo to them

handles a few different tech firms

(including the one where wonwoo pretends he works)

recently acquired a restaurant franchise

svt had to hire more members to take care of it

because while he isn't anything less than a one man army sometimes

handling too many things is not his cup of tea

has paperwork for every member of svt

saying that they work under him

just in case the gang's compromised

they'll have actual jobs and enough money for a while

works closely with joshua

and vernon

has separate basement offices in every building he owns

for both of them to work in

sometimes wonwoo joins them

a lot of svt's recruits work under him

they work with wonwoo and vernon during missions

to get them info

so that joshua and vernon can get to work

said information is given to the rest of the group for further plan making

often works from home

helps mingyu with the cooking

and the house maintenance

questions why they don't have hired house help on a daily basis

especially since they practically live in the headquarters

which is no less than a mansion

often does weird shit unprompted

in charge of svt's money management along with jihoon

his family doesn't know about his real job either

Mingyu

the doctor

because he's pretty smart

(also pretty dumb)

and very very clumsy

says it is better that his job doesn't require him to go on field

or he'll get someone killed

the members also collectively agree

saying that he cooks good food while they're away on missions

he retaliates saying that he cooks food even when they aren't on missions

secretly pleased they like his cooking

even though he knew that already

his recruitment was completely accidental

prompted by him saving seungcheol's life

was planning to attend medical college when his foster parents threw him out

was struggling

how was a 16 year old supposed to take care of himself

they didn't even let him pack his bags

or notify his previous orphanage that they couldn't afford to take care of him anymore

was wandering a dark alleyway a week later

near the bins, searching for edible food

when he found a guy bleeding out quite aggressively

(the man was seungcheol, but he didn't know back then)

the stranger had apparently gotten into a scuffle and had been shot

but the bullet had just grazed him and left a deep gash instead

helped patch seungcheol up

and helped him get back to his apartment

where joshua offered him a place to stay for a while

he was supposed to move out within a few days

was afraid they'd kick him out after a week

but no one said anything so he didn't either

felt guilty after a month and brought it up with jeonghan

who just laughed and said that he's a part of the family now

jihoon was the one to bring up his education

they sent him to a medical college like he wanted to after 2 years

used to be constantly worried about the others in the start

but now knows their pain tolerance and level headedness is higher than he thinks

and trusts himself too

once cooked dinner for the thirteen of them (hygienically) while cleaning jun's wounds

a 6 ft soft giant

swoon worthy

a total dork though

The8

master poisoner

in charge of poisons and drugs

not only their trade

but also their production

runs a small neat production unit under svt

where he experiments with all sorts of chemicals and whatnot

has made drugs in all forms and disguises

for example, he has one which can be used as nail polish

dries and looks like actual nail polish

dip the finger in any liquid, except saliva, for exactly 7 seconds and it dissolves

has made small charms to be hung on bracelets or to be worn as pendants or rings

they contain tiny amounts of lethal poisons

has different "homemade" drugs for different purposes

made copies of the neat list which stated the dosage, use and method of administration

stuck them on all four fridges (yes, four, they eat like ogres) of the mansion

always makes sure that all his drugs and poisons have a cure, even lethal ones

but also makes sure that said cures are only with him

another chinese

trained in chinese wushu

has won over 40 contests since he was 6

fond of reading

a talented dancer

in love with teas and wines

sleight of hand

better than his boyfriend's

often accompanies jeonghan and jun on their missions

most of the times, even his members don't realise when he slips drugs in the target's glasses or plates

great sense of fashion

sassy as fuck

✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

infamous for his prompt savage rebuttals

especially to soonyoung

even though he is one of the members who babies soonyoung the most

meditation is practically a lifestyle at this point

usually calm and serene

very wise and stable

knows how to have fun though

unexpectedly kinky

(jun is his bf though so not that surprising)

part of the '97 squad along with mingyu and seokmin, a group of same aged friends with people from different ally gangs such as bts and got7

him and jun are also close friends with other chinese people in different ally gangs, same aged or not

a soft little dumpling in reality

Seungkwan

deals with trade and arms

along with chan

but his job, predominantly, is to overlook dealings

and trade

svt ships arms and other stolen goods

also overlooks that entire department

one of the youngers

got the hyung vibe anyway

gets annoyed really easily

specially with chan

the drama queen of the gang

very entertaining

as long as it's not you he's roasting the shit out of

from jeju-do

how he ended up in a seoul gang is still very much unknown to him

especially because he comes from an adorable middle class family

can be unexpectedly shy

the members often tease him by calling him a tangerine

gets ready to murder in reply

unless hansol says it ofc

then he just blushes

very round

very squishy

do not fight if mingyu is not around

god knows he'e the only one who can physically hold him back

another sassy bitch

and another ✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

very close with his sisters

won't admit it

but pouts a lot

is forever suffering from some kind of second hand embarrassment

has an ongoing feud with mingyu

and soonyoung

and specially chan

secretly loves them though

always has some sort of blackmail on everyone

unexpectedly stupid

whipped™ for hansol

has excellent memory

Vernon

scammer

almost as good wonwoo with computers

is always on field with joshua

usually out of sight though

very calm and collected

usually

half american

his family lives in america

so he never has to worry about them

originally worked as their fake bait

used to pretend like he is their prized boy toy

then sell him for something else

only to never let him leave at all

aka they killed the other party

they failed to do so once

he had to pretend to be shy

and sultry

while still also protecting his dignity

for a week straight

at least the bracelet he had was fitted with a microphone

and a tiny speaker

courtesy of wonwoo

so he was in contact with them the entire time

they decided to not play with another member's life after the incident

and hansol started working with wonwoo and joshua

to scam entire gangs

too good at his job

no one ever realises they even got scammed for the longest time

and when they do, it's practically impossible o trace it back to svt

very reliable

and stable

whipped for seungkwan

best friends with chan

almost more maknae then chan

one of the few people who's barely ever bullied by the members

too good at dad jokes

but they're also pretty rare

has a very strong personality

weirdly fond of hats

might be more whipped for cats than he is for seungkwan

which is saying something

svt has a cat in the headquarters

because of him

very easygoing

tends to take a long time doing everyday tasks

Dino

arms

except he makes and experiments with them

instead of trading

they call him their little iron man (💀)

has an insane stamina

in love with anything explosive

another hapkido back belt

in charge of training the new recruits

runs a gun shop as a side business

it's legitimate

used to train for the military

changed career courses when he found out about svt accidentally

was actually on the way to a relative's house

gave the wrong address to the taxi driver

svt, on the other hand, were waiting for a new recruit

jihoon had orchestrated a complicated surprise test for him

was very surprised when the taxi left him in front of a mansion instead of a rundown apartment building

was even more baffled when around ten men in suits who looked like they came straight from an action thriller jumped at him

fight or flight instinct was on

didn't know what was happening

but fought anyway

couldn't defeat them

but did manage to get a word in to jihoon

who was surprised to know chan wasn't the recruit

offered him a good price to join

chan accepted

never really did get around to visiting that relative though hmm

svt tends to have a upper hand in most situations

a major reason for which is their upgraded weaponry

very loved as the maknae

has to be the most bullied maknae in history though 💀

the group's punching bag (lovingly)

when i tell you they throw him around like a rag doll

(sometimes physically, he is pretty tiny)

emotionally wiser than you'd think

everyone would unanimously agree that he is the most passionate member

he is also jeonghan hyung's baby

one of the few members who didn't grow up with the group

a/n: yikes, this took a long time. anyway, reviews are always welcome!

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