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[d4rkthots]

夜の女王

(Queen of the night part two)

Cis!seonghwa!top (assassin/mafia associate) x Fem!reader!sw!tch (mafia boss/dealer) 2k words.

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TW (mentions of m^der, violence, and drugs…etc blah blah just don’t read if you’re sensitive or under 18 minors DNI. smut warning ig….unprotected sex, creamp!e, -use protection guys..-, breaking and entering?, dry humping, slight choking..impregnation if you squint. Rough sex, seonghwa tries to make it up to you but he gets an important call…your safety was his top priority..)

Days pass without word from you, seonghwa's anxiety grows. He's holed up in his apartment, watching the news for any hint of trouble. The story about Yuto's demise breaks, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He dials your number, needing to know for sure. The line rang longer than necessary before you answered.

”Hello…..?”

"It's done then?" seonghwa asks gruffly, skipping the pleasantries. "The news says Yuto's dead. That was you, wasn't it?" He pauses, waiting for your confirmation.

you smirk on the other side of the phone “mmh…”

"Good." seonghwa sounds satisfied. "That's... that's good. You handled it quietly. No heat on you." He takes a drag of his cigarette. "What now? You're gonna take over Ryui's operations?"

“Yeah, now that Yuto and his men are gone…I’ll start from scratch…everything fell into place, I thank you for that…but I’m curious…..whenever the heat goes down what will you do since Ryui’s been sentenced to life…hmm?”

"I dunno... I thought I might ask if... if there's a place for me with you." seonghwa's voice is hesitant, almost hopeful. "I was Ryui's right-hand man for a reason, you know. And I feel like I owe you, for doubting you for all that time."

you chuckle lightly sucking your teeth for a Second in deep thought. “Okay….fine…”

"Alright then." seonghwa's voice brightens. "I'll lay low a while longer, make sure the heat's off me. Then I'll come back to Seoul, yeah?" He pauses, then chuckles. "You know, I never thought I'd be workin' for a woman like you."

You just smile before hanging up.

seonghwa sets down his phone, feeling a sense of relief and hope. He spends the next few months laying low, keeping a low profile until he's certain the heat has died down. Then, he packs his bags and boards a flight back to Seoul.

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You lay on your bed, thoughts and worries crowding your mind. You slowly drag yourself to sit up yawning gently as you get out of bed and walk to your bedroom door swinging it open. you make your way down the large hallway of your manor.

But something was off. You look back down the hallway, you always had at least two men stand in front of your bedroom door for safety reasons. But they weren’t there. You quickly ran back to your room, yanking out a drawer and ravaging through the clothes grabbing your pistol. Before you can turn around two arms grasp your sides one of the hands fly up snatching the gun away and throwing it to the floor his cold breath drew closer to your ear slightly pushing you further into your desk his crotch pressed firmly into your backside…

his hands grip her sides possessively as he presses his chest against her back. He nuzzles his face into the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "Mmh, you were expecting someone else?" He whispers seductively, his gaze lingering on the gun on the floor.

“Just being careful” You turn to face him “You broke in? you couldn’t call and say you were back in Seoul…?” You emphasized your words by slightly pushing him back. “…where are my guards?…hmmm?..”

seonghwa chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he steps back, keeping his arms around your waist. "Call and say I was back? Nah, I didn't want to give you time to prepare or plan anything. As for your guards, they're currently...disposed of."

Your eyes widen slightly “you killed them? Hmm?”

"Mhm, and I made sure they knew why they were insignificant…before I put them down." seonghwa's smile turns predatory. "You like that? That I took care of them for you?" He looks at you searching your face for approval.

A look of amusement creeps onto your face. You nod seductively “yea I do~”

seonghwa's grin widens, and he pulls you closer once more, his hands sliding down to grip your bottom. "Good. I think I deserve a reward then, don't you?" He leans in to kiss your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin, you shiver softly as he continues. "Something…” he pauses “you've been so busy haven't you? too busy to take care of yourself…let me take care of you tonight hmm?~”

"Mmm?" seonghwa carries you over to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of her.

you blush deeply at his words, your heart racing in your chest “okay…”

His eyes light up and meet yours, his pupils dilated with desire. his fingers already working at the tie of your silk robe. his hands finally free your robe from your body. He pushes it off your shoulders, throwing it onto the carpet floor, revealing your pale skin and the black lace lingerie beneath.

you sit up allowing him access to the back of your bra.

seonghwa complies eagerly, unsnapping your bra and tossing it aside. His hands slide down to your hips, his thumbs hooking into the sides of your lace underwear. "Lift up," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. you gently ease your butt up allowing him to pull your panties down your legs, revealing your bare, smooth pussy.

He sets your panties aside before spreading your legs wide, his eyes devouring the sight of you "Fuck," he breathes, his gaze lingering on your pink folds before finally meeting your gaze his hands reach out to touch you, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of your pussy. He gently parts your lips, revealing your clit and inner labia "So perfect," he murmurs, his thumbs gently rubs your clit as he looks up at you with adoring eyes causing you to moan out softly.

He crawls up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. He kisses you. "I want to feel you wrapped around me."

you grin against his lips…“I guess you earned it…hm?”

seonghwa smirks mischievously and quickly unbuckles his pants, shoving them down with his boxers to free his erection. He lines up at your glistening entrance, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushes inside, in response you whine beneath him and gently grind your hips up into his hands clawing at his back. he was so big you felt slight discomfort like he was swelling bigger inside. "Wrap your legs around me," he says gently.

you considered disobeying but play along locking your legs around his waist. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head as he begins to thrust inside you, his pace slow and deliberate. "Look at me," he growls, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to see your face when I'm inside you."

your dark brown eyes lock onto his as he continues thrusting into your tight channel. "That's it," seonghwa praises, his voice low and gravelly. His grip on your wrists tightens as his pace quickens, his hips snapping back and forth as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. "You feel so good, baby." he groans at the feeling, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as he gets closer to his climax. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he curses, his eyes rolling back in his head. He pulls out suddenly and flips you over, slamming back inside without warning. your body jolts forward your legs trembling slightly as you grip onto the bed sheets, your insides squeezing around his dick the tip of it pressed against your cervix.

"Grip the headboard," seonghwa demands, his hands tight on your hips as he pounds into her from behind

in a state of eagerness you grip the headboard arching your back and grinding back to meet his brutal thrusts.

His pace quickens as he feels your hands tighten on the headboard with each thrust. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his voice hoarse with passion. "You like when I pound into you like this?" you nod incoherently, his depth driving you to the edge of sanity.

"I can't hear you," seonghwa growls teasingly, reaching around to grip your throat softly, angling your head to the side so he can see your face. "Tell me you love it, tell me I'm fucking you right, baby." you didnt need to he could tell by the were clenching down onto him he couldn’t staring at the way his fat cock disappeared between your puffy lips the sight was almost enough to make him climax. “Yes! Seonghwa~I Fucking love it!~ your so fucking big!~” You managed to cry out between thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so hot~” his hips pistoning back and forth as he grips her throat tighter. "You're taking me so well, baby.” his fingers rubbing your clit furiously as he pounds into you fucking you insane. Your legs tremble intensely as you feel yourself growing closer, Seonghwa caught on as well. "I wanna feel you squeeze around my cock as you cum." He bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his as he pushes you over the edge.

You let out a high-pitched wail, your body convulsing as you reach your peak. your inner walls squeeze him tightly, milking your own release from his body. "seonghwa! I'm coming!!~"

"Oh, baby, that's it," seonghwa moans, his control snapping, as he follows suit, thrusting in balls deep. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hips jerking forward as he spills into your womb with a low groan. He gently rocks into you slowly, milking every last drop from his dick as he nuzzles his face against your neck, his body covering yours protectively. he breathes, his voice low and satisfied. "your finally mine~,"

You lay beneath him catching your breath weakly clenching around his retreating length. "Mmm, stop that, baby," seonghwa chuckles, nipping at your earlobe, "You'll have me hard again in no time." He withdraws from your body. You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away “dont think you’ll be topping every time you simply got lucky…~”

seonghwa raises an eyebrow at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And what makes you think you'll be the one topping next time, hmm?"

“you’ll find out soon enough~ try not to think about it too much…..you’ll ruin that pretty face of yours..~” You reply playfully.

He chuckles darkly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your collarbone. "Oh, I'll be thinking about it, alright. And you'll be the death of me." he grins pulling the blankets up over the two of you. "Come here," he murmurs, tugging you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. "Get some sleep, baby."

you nestled against his chest your eyes growing heavier, after a few minutes of silence pass you finally drift off to sleep.

seonghwa holds you close, his arm wrapped around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. He listens to the soft rhythm of your breathing, feeling his own eyes growing heavy. Just as he's about to drift off, his phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence.

seonghwa hesitates, torn between ignoring the phone and answering it. Sighing, he reaches for it, sliding out of bed carefully so as not to wake you. He answers the call quietly, slipping out of the bedroom and pulling the door partially closed behind him. "Yeah?"

It was from his informant. “sir there’s an issue, one of Yuto’s cousin’s lived through the explosion word is he’s going to try to assassinate harin because she killed Yuto…he’s planning on going about it tomorrow…”

seonghwa's expression darkens as he listens to the informant's words. "Assassinate Harin?" He repeats, his voice low and deadly. "Get me everything you can on this cousin. I want to know his name, his location, his plan..” He pauses, thinking quickly.

“We got the address about 5 minutes ago, sir..”

"Good, let’s finish this…” seonghwa says grimly. "I'll meet you at the safe house in ten minutes. We'll take care of this tonight." He hangs up the phone, his mind racing with plans. He slips back into the bedroom, his eyes landing on you, sleeping peacefully in their bed.

your eyes flutter open, your hooded eyes landing on his slightly distressed face “what's wrong?…” you ask with a small voice

"Go back to sleep, baby," he says softly, quickly pulling on clothes. "I have something I have to take care of. I'm so sorry, but I'll be back before morning, okay?" He sits on the edge of the bed, tucking your hair back.

You nod softly “please be safe” you kiss him gently

He returns the kiss, deepening it briefly before pulling back. "Always, baby. Lock the door behind me, alright?" He presses one last kiss to your forehead before grabbing his gun and coat, slipping out of the bedroom. You follow after him gently shutting and locking the door before returning to your bed….

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[eomayas]

soft side • bbh [req]

req: okay so for baekhyun just like a cute husband!fluff, if you’re comfortable writing mafia au, you could make baekhyun like a mafia, but he gets super soft when he’s with oc

pairing: mafia!baekhyun x wife!reader

genre: fluff!

synopsis: baekhyun had a soft spot reserved for the reader.

warnings: sweet and soft baekhyun

you visit baekhyun a few times a week at his office. it’s never for anything special, but just because you want to see him. sometimes, you bring him food or a dessert you’ve made, but mostly you show up to see him.

today, you’re showing up to show him the nails he generously paid for, and to just check on him. he’s been stressed lately, coming home frustrated most days that when you hear the tires screech in the driveway you can already tell what mood he’s going to be in. you made him promise early in your relationship to leave his mob dealings where he found them, and to never bring them home to you. he’s kept his promise since then, dropping whatever frustrations he’s dealt with at work, at the door when he sees you perched on the couch waiting for him.

you hop out of your car and walk the short distance to the building he does his dealings in. from the outside, it looks like a plain office building, and on the ground floor there’s nothing eye catching except the door man, who isn’t really a doorman, and a simple end table by the elevators that has a new set of flowers on the table each week.

“hi, jongdae,” you say as you enter the building, pushing your sunglasses into your hair. he gives you a close lipped smile and tells you that you can find baekhyun in his office, where he is ninety percent of the time.

you press the elevator button and the doors slide open. stepping in, you press the ‘6’ button, the highest floor in the building and baekhyuns office.

you step out and hear him before you see him. “when i said everything goes through me, i meant everything!” it’s slightly muffled, but loud enough. it’s only you in the hallway, minus another man who appears to be watching the elevator, but really isn’t. “hi, minseok,” you say, giving him a small wave.

“hi, mrs. byun. he’s in there with somebody, if you want to wait,” he offers, but you never wait. you’re notorious for interrupting meetings, on purpose and accident.

you pass by minseok and make your way down the hall where baekhyuns voice gets louder and more audible. you frown at his words and tone, but push the door open anyway, his voice cutting out immediately. “hi, baby,” you say, not sparing a glance at the other guy. baekhyun visibly relaxes; his shoulders roll backwards and his chest goes flat, and his fists uncurl. the scowl on his face relaxes into a small smile, reserved for you and you only.

“you’re dismissed,” baekhyun barks, his eyes boring holes into the man across from him while his hands reach for you. the other guy quickly leaves, shutting the door behind him and letting you have baekhyun to yourself. “hi, pretty girl.” baekhyun says, pulling you into him and kissing you deeply.

you smile against him at the pet name and pull away, putting a hand on his cheek. “how are you?” you ask, and he pulls you down onto his lap, your legs dangling over the side.

baekhyun puts one arm around your waist while his other hand holds onto your exposed thighs. “i’m better now. let me see your nails,” he says, and you put a manicured hand in front of his face. he smiles and holds your hand, looking at every design on every nail. “they’re nice.” he compliments and you thank him.

“she did them a little too long, but i didn’t feel like arguing,” you say, admiring them for the 100th time since you got up from the chair. you look back down at baekhyun and find that he’s already looking at you, his eyes soft and his smile warm. “what?”

“i’m just… i just love you, that’s all,” he says, kissing underneath your jaw. you nuzzle closer to him and smile. nobody would ever believe baekhyun had a soft side like this, given his stern and hard exterior. he has walls built up that only you’ve managed to break down and expose the true him.

he has such a dangerous line of work, but he only has one weakness: you.

[jongbross]

lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader

a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗

the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.

well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.

a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.

“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.

“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”

“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”

you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…

“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”

you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.

“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.

“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”

if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.

“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.

junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.

but that was until he met you.

that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.

junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?

“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.

he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…

or that was what he thought.

“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”

“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.

“n-no, sir.”

“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”

the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.

“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”

“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.

you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.

“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.

“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”

“such a gentleman-”

the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.

(...)

you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.

when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.

and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.

“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.

he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.

“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.

you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.

“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”

“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.

you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.

fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.

when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.

“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.

your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.

another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.

seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.

junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?

what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?

“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.

“what?”, you groaned.

“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”

you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.

“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”

junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”

[ff-rtp]

Ballet in blood

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6,

Disclaimer : hello guys ! I finally got brave and find the courage to post . Please be patient with me and also excuse any texting mistakes! 💕 hope you will like it !

Summary: N/a, a brilliant and determined ballet dancer, has spent her life focused on her dream of performing on the grandest stages, earning a prestigious scholarship to the Korean National Ballet Academy. But her world collides with Chanyeol, a ruthless and powerful figure in Seoul’s underworld. Cold, calculated, and violent, Chanyeol is a man feared by many, yet inexplicably drawn to N/a’s purity and grace. Despite knowing she doesn’t belong in his dangerous world, Chanyeol becomes obsessed with protecting her, even as enemies close in, threatening to tear them apart.

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence ,shouting,guns ,drugs alcool and some spicy scenes .

Count :2.2k

Chapter 1

The night was alive with the pulse of neon lights, the darkened streets of Seoul hiding the sins of the powerful and the weak alike. Hidden behind tinted windows, in a sleek black car, Chanyeol watched the city with eyes that missed nothing. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his gaze cold and unfeeling as he surveyed the streets that belonged to him. His business dealings had made him wealthy beyond imagination, but his heart—if it existed—was encased in ice.

Tonight, a new shipment had arrived, one that required his personal touch. He ran the city’s underworld with precision, and any threat to his empire was swiftly and brutally eliminated. His phone buzzed.

"It's done, boss. The new line is moving fast," Sehun’s voice came through, calm but carrying the weight of the underground dealings.

"Good," Chanyeol replied, his tone as chilling as the night air. "Make sure no one screws it up."

Meanwhile, on the other side of Seoul, n/a was living in a completely different world. She was focused, her body moving with elegance and grace as she rehearsed in the empty ballet studio. Her dedication to her craft had always been her way of escaping the chaos around her. Tonight was no different. The strains of classical music echoed in the dimly lit room as she practiced, her mind far from the dangers of the city. She had no idea that her world was about to collide with Chanyeol’s.

Outside, Sunny waited, her foot tapping impatiently as she checked her phone for the time. "Hurry up, we’re going to be late for the party!" she called from the door, a grin spreading across her face. She had always been the spontaneous one, dragging n/a into the wildest situations, parties with shady figures and unknown guests.

"I'm coming," n/a replied, wiping the sweat from her brow, finishing her final pirouette. She was the complete opposite of her best friend—calm, poised, and always in control. But tonight, she would step outside her world of ballet into a life she knew nothing about.

The party, hosted in a luxurious penthouse, was filled with the elite of Seoul. The air was thick with tension and danger, but that didn’t scare Sunny. It was her playground. As they entered, Sunny greeted people with ease, but n/a kept to herself, feeling out of place in the glamorous crowd.

Chanyeol was already there, standing at the top of a private staircase overlooking the main floor. He didn’t attend events like these for fun—he came for business, connections, and control. His cold eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a figure that didn’t belong.

Her.

The penthouse was a display of opulence—floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of Seoul’s glittering skyline, while chandeliers cast a soft glow over the room. The crowd moved like a slow tide, expensive perfumes mixing with the scent of alcohol. Conversations hummed, laughter echoed, but behind it all was an unspoken tension. These weren’t just the wealthy and the elite,these were people with influence, people who moved in the shadows.

Chanyeol leaned against the railing, one hand resting on the glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet touched, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored suit. His broad shoulders and tall frame made him impossible to miss, and though he wasn’t looking for attention, it naturally followed him. Whispers followed in his wake some in awe, others in fear but he never paid them any mind. He had worked hard to maintain his reputation: ruthless, untouchable, and cold.

From his vantage point, he watched as guests mingled below, his sharp eyes noticing everything, the way alliances formed and broke with a simple conversation, the way secrets were traded like currency. He thrived in this world. But just as he was about to turn away, something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

A girl.

She stood out not because of her beauty,though that was undeniable but because she didn’t seem to fit the mold of the people who surrounded her. She wasn’t flaunting her wealth or power. Her simple but elegant black dress clung to her graceful frame, her posture poised in a way that only someone trained in the art of movement could possess. There was something about her… something calm, controlled, like the eye of a storm in the chaos of the room.

She stood beside another girl, a lively one who was clearly more comfortable in this environment, chatting and laughing with people they both seemed to barely know. But this quiet girl… she was different.

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He had seen countless women in these circles, some drawn to his wealth, others to his power. But this one… she didn’t seem like she belonged here. She looked more like someone who should be performing on stage, not mingling with the corrupt.

N/a could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her, and it unsettled her. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Her life had been a carefully crafted routine: ballet, studies, and nothing else. Tonight, Sunny had begged her to come out, promising it would be fun. But n/a wasn’t so sure anymore. She didn’t belong in a place like this, surrounded by people who spoke in low voices about things she didn’t understand.

“Hey, you okay?” Sunny’s voice cut through her thoughts, her tone light and teasing. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”

N/a forced a smile. “I’m fine. It’s just… I don’t think this is my kind of scene.”

Sunny rolled her eyes, a playful grin on her lips. “Come on, loosen up! You’ve been cooped up in the studio all week. You need this.”

Before n/a could respond, someone approached them. It was a tall man, his suit impeccably tailored, his smile just a bit too charming. “Ladies, care for a drink?”

Sunny’s eyes sparkled with interest, but n/a immediately shook her head. “No, thank you.”

The man’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than she liked, and it made her stomach twist. There was something about the way these people looked at her, like they saw something they could take advantage of. It made her uncomfortable. She shifted on her feet, wishing she had stayed home. But Sunny was already chatting with the man, completely at ease, leaving n/a feeling more isolated by the second.

From his position above, Chanyeol watched the exchange with an unreadable expression. He didn’t know her, but something about the way she reacted to the men around her intrigued him. She wasn’t easily swayed by charm or power. She was different.

“Who is that?” Chanyeol’s attention was drawn away by a voice at his side—Baekhyun, ever the curious one, with a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes followed Chanyeol’s line of sight to where n/a stood. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”

“No one,” Chanyeol replied coolly, though his eyes betrayed his interest.

Baekhyun chuckled. “Sure. No one.” He clapped Chanyeol on the back before moving off to join the party, leaving Chanyeol alone with his thoughts.

Chanyeol took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the burn of the alcohol ground him. He wasn’t the type to get distracted by women. His focus was always on his business, on maintaining control. But there was something about this girl that he couldn’t quite shake.

Down below, n/a’s discomfort was growing. The party was becoming more suffocating by the minute. She turned to Sunny, who was still engaged in conversation with the charming man, and tugged on her arm. “Sunny, I think I’m going to head out.”

Sunny blinked at her, confused. “What? Why? We just got here!”

“I just… I don’t feel right here,” n/a said softly, her eyes scanning the room nervously.

Sunny’s expression softened, and she sighed. “Okay, okay. Let me just finish this drink, and we can leave.”

N/a nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. She moved to the edge of the room, away from the crowd, trying to find a quiet corner where she could breathe.

But even there, she wasn’t alone.

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice was deep, smooth, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She turned slowly and found herself face-to-face with the man who had been watching her all night. His presence was overwhelming—tall, imposing, with eyes so dark they seemed to pierce through her.

Chanyeol.

N/a swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know who he was, but there was something about him that both terrified and intrigued her.

“I…” She struggled for words, feeling his intense gaze on her. “I don’t belong here.”

His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

Chanyeol’s presence was overwhelming, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the space around him. N/a felt her breath catch in her throat as his cold eyes stayed locked on hers. He was impossibly close, and yet there was a distance between them that felt unbridgeable. She wasn’t sure if it was the sheer intensity of his gaze or the realization that he was someone far more dangerous than the other guests. There was a chill in the air that had nothing to do with the night outside.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chanyeol tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not wrong.” His words were blunt, and yet there was something almost… amused in his tone, as if he were toying with the idea of her discomfort.

N/a shifted her weight, feeling the tension in her body growing with every second he stood in front of her. She should walk away—no, she should run. Something about him screamed danger, and not the kind she was prepared to handle. Yet, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to break away from his gaze.

“What’s your name?” His question caught her off guard, the smoothness of his voice sending another shiver down her spine.

“N-n/a,” she stammered, mentally kicking herself for sounding so nervous.

His eyes flickered with mild interest. “N/a.” He repeated it slowly, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. “Pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she managed, though her voice still felt small compared to the towering figure in front of her.

Before either of them could say more, there was a sudden burst of laughter from across the room. Sunny, always the social butterfly, had attracted a group of people who were now hanging onto her every word. N/a glanced over, relieved for the distraction, but when she turned back, Chanyeol’s gaze hadn’t left her.

“You should leave,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “This isn’t a place for someone like you.”

The warning in his tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t being kind or protective, he was stating a fact, and it sent a wave of unease through her. But there was also something that stirred within her, a curiosity about why he cared at all.

N/a nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I was just waiting for my friend.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flickered briefly toward Sunny, who was now the center of attention, and he exhaled sharply through his nose, almost in exasperation. “You might be waiting a while.”

N/a glanced at Sunny, who was laughing and leaning into the conversation, clearly in no hurry to leave. She sighed. “I’ll be fine.”

Chanyeol’s expression hardened slightly, his patience with this conversation thinning. “No, you won’t.” He stepped even closer, his presence a dark cloud that seemed to wrap around her. “This isn’t your world, and you don’t know the rules here.”

There was a warning hidden beneath the surface of his words, and it made n/a’s stomach churn. She didn’t know what game he was playing, but the way he was looking at her made it clear that he wasn’t someone to defy.

“Remember what I said,” Chanyeol added before turning and walking away, leaving n/a standing alone, feeling like she had just stepped into something far bigger than she could comprehend.

As soon as his back was turned, the tension that had been coiling in her chest finally eased. She exhaled shakily, her fingers brushing over her purse where the card rested. A lifeline? She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that this man held power—too much of it.

“N/a! There you are!” Sunny’s voice broke through her thoughts as she bounced over, a little tipsy but glowing with excitement. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you ready to go?”

N/a forced a smile, trying to push the unease to the back of her mind. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

As they left the penthouse, n/a couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted tonight. Chanyeol’s cold gaze, his cryptic words, the card he had given her, it all felt like a warning of things to come. She told herself she would never need to use it, that their lives would never cross paths again.

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

mafia!Baekhyun x Reader: touch of reality.

Word count: 2 262

Date of release: 12th November 2023

Genre: dramatic fluff (is it a thing...?)

Warnings: mentions of blood & injury

Author's note: this is just about 2k of me indulging myself with fragile and vulnerable Baekhyun boy.

Ever since you met him for the first time, you had a feeling that there’s some area of his life that he won’t share with you easily.

It was a sort of threshold, something he wouldn’t allow to come out naturally, and as your relationship started to progress, there was always this sense of uncertainty, as if he was about to say something but bit his tongue every time he got close to letting it out. You couldn’t be upset about it – you wanted him to take his time with whatever he was going through. It must have been a part of his life long before you two came to be together, and you felt in no position to try and force it out of him.

At the beginning, you didn’t think it was anything serious. He would disappear for a few hours or days, most often completely unreachable, then come back to you and seek comfort in your embrace. But Baekhyun was a passionate and devoted lover, it didn’t feel out of ordinary. He must have just missed you.

But over the few months that you two have been together, you started sensing that there’s more to it. Random cuts in his clothes here and there, small bruises that he was trying to conceal, muscle or joint pains that he explained with tripping over his own feet or bending over too far. He had a small body that didn’t hold all that much strength, but he was by no means unathletic, and so you came to a conclusion that, unlike many less sporty people, it just didn’t make sense of him to get hurt this often.

You held the benefit of the doubt that he was simply unlucky.

Yet, the very moment you heard knocking to your door, you had an unsettling feeling in your stomach, a sense that opening this door wouldn’t bring any good news. It was late, too late for you to be normally awake, but you didn’t hesitate running to the door, recognizing the specific pattern of his knocking.

Baekhyun stood there, leaning into the doorframe, his silhouette too dark for you to make it out well. You turned on the light in your hall and he squinted, turning his head away from lamp.

That was then you saw it. The split lip. The tears in his clothes. The wet, tangled hair that held no shape anymore.

And the blood.

You couldn’t see it on the black jacket, and the dark stain running down his jeans wasn’t too clear in this light. But he had a white t-shirt underneath and the moment your eyes spotted a glimpse through the torn leather, the redness imprinted in your mind.

The first reaction was fear.

Freezing, overwhelming fear. No thoughts yet, no guesses or assumptions; just fear, undirected and somewhat irrational. It wasn’t that you could tell specifically, I fear of him getting hurt. Your thinking process didn’t get that far yet. It must have been just fear of coming across circumstances you were by no means ready for.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened, noting that he didn’t put enough care in concealing the injury, and must have not taken into the consideration the impact it would have on you to see it. If you thought about it at the moment, you’d find it ridiculous – he came to you with a wound, but you were the one that seemed to need comfort.

“Hey… hey.” His one hand was clutching his side, but he reached with the other and put it on your cheek. “I’m okay. I’m okay, [F/n], I’m here and I’m okay.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes, and the man caught your wrist and pulled you back into the apartment, closing the door behind and then leading you into the bathroom.

“Come here.”

He made you stand by the wall next to him as he leaned over the bathtub. He looked worn out and his movements were strained, but out of all the possible scenarios, he didn’t look that bad. Yet, you had this brief thought – what if he just makes one step and then faints in the middle of your hall? What would you do then? But it seemed that he does have things under control, and, at least for now, he decided to show you that you don’t have to worry too much.

“Just watch.”

Why didn’t he make you leave and do it himself when you were of no help, you didn’t know back then. At some point you realized, though, he wanted you to see his reality. That little, vulnerable part of himself that he didn’t let you on before, although painful to look at.

He pulled the jacket off himself and threw it in the bathtub. Droplets of water instantly started dissolving the blood caught on the fabric, and the pale pink liquid ran down the drain. Now you saw the full picture of his previously white shirt. It wasn’t just blood that it was stained with – there were different shades of dirt as well, some wet and some dry, and one running down his chest that made you sick in the stomach. Did he throw up earlier…?

But the bloody one was still the biggest, and you couldn’t get yourself to think about the other ones when the dark red covered half of his side. He stared at it for a moment in the mirror, and you stared as well.

“Will you tell me how it happened…?” you finally managed to utter.

The man turned his head to you, opening his mouth but not speaking for a moment, hesitating.

“No… Not yet” he finally decided. “I will, but not yet.”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on” you stated, trying to prevent your voice from trembling – fruitlessly.

“Hey.” He straightened himself a bit, turning to you fully now. “I don’t need your help. I mean…” He rubbed his face, trying to get his thoughts straight. “Don’t misunderstand me. I come to you every time because I need you. Because I feel much better when you’re around. But this…” He pointed vaguely at where the injury must have been. “This is not something I cannot handle on my own. I know the risks. I’ve been in this for years.”

“I don’t even know how much I should worry!” you spoke, a bit louder than you’d like and he winced. You turned your voice down. “Like, it can be anything now, I’m now more than sure it’s something illegal, so I get it, you can’t say too much. I know now that I will spend the times you’re away worrying for your life. But I want to at least know you know what can happen if…”

“I know. Of course I know. You’re overthinking now. Hey.”

He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. A tired sigh followed.

“I know. And I know it’s going to hurt you to know as much as you do now. I’m sorry. I gave you things to worry about. But it’s not that bad usually, I promise.” His eyes slipped closed for a few moments, and you only felt his warm, calm breath on your face. “I just really needed you to know. I don’t want to hide from you when bad things happen. I know you don’t want that either.” He smiled mischievously. “You love me too much.”

You let out a huff. The lightness in his tone served to bring some peace into your heart.

He finally decided it’s been enough and he got to taking his clothes off again. You wondered if you could help, but he seemed to handle it with sufficient patience. He pulled off his shirt and dumped it on top of the jacket. You held your breath, preparing to see the worst.

But there was no worst. There was a bandage that covered his chest; now you saw clearly, the wound must have been right below his rib. But it was already all wrapped up, with slight redness on top of the fabric that must have transferred from the shirt rather than come from the wound bleeding again. You let out a long sigh of relief.

“Who patched you up?”

“A friend” he explained. “I told you, we know what we’re doing. He’s a paramedic, don’t worry.”

The bandage was a bit dirty and there were remains of blood here and there on his skin, but it instantly looked better when you realized he’s not in immediate danger anymore. Even though a small part of you wished you’d know exactly what the injury was.

“Could you, um…” He fidgeted awkwardly. “My pajamas?”

You felt yourself come alive at the thought that there’s at least this one thing you can do.

“On my way!”

By the time you were back in the bathroom – with a neatly folded set of pajamas that he kept at your place – he had stripped himself down to his underwear and even managed to clean himself up a bit. Dirty clothes laid in the bathtub now and you suspected they would need to be disposed of, rather than just cleaned, but you didn’t have it in yourself to worry about it at the moment.

Neither did Baekhyun, leaning heavily against the washing machine in the corner when you approached him with the clothes.

“Thanks” he mumbled, but you could tell, he’s far more worn out than he appeared earlier.

“Are you sure you don’t need help…?” you pressed carefully.

He didn’t say a word, and so you decided to take matters in your own hands.

Unfolding the pajamas, you started putting the shirt on him. The man didn’t oppose, not even when you took it upon yourself to carefully button it up, making sure to not accidentally brush against the injury, fearful of causing him any more pain. He let you help him with the pants as well, realizing that if he’s to bend down in this state, he could actually end up injuring himself further. The adrenaline was running out, and exhaustion was seeping in. He had to finally admit to himself that it’s been enough of acting all strong and invincible.

Baekhyun’s eyes were soft and tired when he allowed you to lead him to your bedroom, and you placed quiet steps on the floor of your small apartment, not wanting to disturb his senses with any noise. Sitting him down on your bed, you started arranging pillows and blankets around, wanting to prepare everything for him as well as you could.

The man observed you drowsily. In a bit different circumstances, he would tell you not to make any more effort, that it was not necessary and you should just lie down and not worry. But there was this special kind of vulnerability that he was displaying right now, letting you pamper him and cater to his needs.

He was all putty in your hands when you gently pushed him down onto the pillow, fingers brushing his cheek and lip, like feathers, barely there to not disturb any of his bruises. He was melting, almost falling asleep the moment he could finally relax, but he convinced himself to stay awake just a bit longer, extending his hand towards you to invite you into his embrace.

You laid down slowly, wary of making any rough movements that could cause him the slightest pain. But Baekhyun didn’t look like anything could bother him at this moment, his arms instantly wrapping around you in this almost primal, basic need for closeness and comfort of the trusted one.

“Don’t leave” he mumbled, voice partially muffled by your sleeve when he buried his face in your shoulder, appearing almost desperate.

“I’m not going anywhere” you replied, a shade of confusion in your voice.

“No, like…” He let out a deep sigh. “Like, I’m a fool. But I need you…”

You already opened your mouth, ready to soothe his apparent worry.

But his hold on you loosened, his breath slowed down. Eyes slipped closed, muscle giving up completely. Warm exhales brushing your neck where his head rested, and a thin trail of saliva already starting to run from the corner of his lip.

Careful not to wake him up – although you didn’t think it was possible – you pulled on the nearby duvet, covering the two of you in a warm, safe cocoon.

He wouldn’t hear you anymore, and so you didn’t say anything. You suspected that once the morning came, you wouldn’t even remember what you were going to tell him.

But there was one thing you wouldn’t forget, and that was that in his most vulnerable and weakest moments, he didn’t hesitate coming to you and letting you take care of him, no matter how limited and marginal your role was.

You accepted that he was still hiding things, and that his daily life was not something for you to hear about just yet. But as long as at the end of the day he would come to you, and you would be able to keep him safe from the outside world, that was okay.

And maybe one day, you would be able to pull him out of this world and encourage him to enter yours, brighter and safer, although maybe not as eventful. Maybe he wouldn’t enjoy it, or maybe he would accept it and embrace it.

But now all that mattered was that he’s there, next to you, and that you could give him as much of yourself as he could only need.

[justwritedreams]

Now it starts | Sehun

Mafia!Sehun x Reader

Word count: 2531 Genre: slight angst. Author: maari  Warnings: Suggestive, reader being jealous, a few punches, deaths and bad words. Sehun saying baby girl because yeah, that's a warning. Note: I melted with this scenario, mafia! sehun is my favorite and you have no idea. Request: can i request exo sehun!mafia please? the plot is y/n's is suho's little sister, and you guys are fighting because of something. out of nowhere, you've been kidnapped and sehun-suho are in fight. finally, they save you and you hug suho and he approves your relationships and say sorry. can i add some plot like suho knows your relationship when you and sehun making out?   ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N tried to hold back a laugh but Sehun's icy lips were tickling her uncovered neck, but the urge to laugh soon passed when his wide and firm hands held her by the waist, gluing her against his warm body. "Come on, no one will see us." he spoke against her skin and Y/N bit her lower lip, her body temperature was already high enough just with his stolen kisses, the feeling that they were doing something forbidden was making her heart race even more. "No one will see us but will they hear us?" she asked mischievously.

Sehun broke the kiss to face her, his eyebrow raised.

"If you’ll be a good girl." he replied quietly, his Adam's apple becoming more evident as he swallowed hard as he stared unashamedly at the neckline of her dress.

"You know I can't promise anything." she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

"You used to be an angel, baby girl."

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I think I've been corrupted by someone."

Sehun smiled widely before pinning her against the wall and advancing against Y/N's red lips, starting a quick and thirsty kiss. She sighed, her legs barely supporting themselves and the only thing keeping her upright were his hands. The body was missing Sehun, it was screaming for him in every way possible and although she had no idea he was back from business it was hard for her to hold back her smile when she saw him next to her brother. That had been a casual visit to her older brother, it had been a long time since Suho and she had seen each other so she took advantage of her break from work to see him.

But in fact, the conversation didn't even last 5 minutes as his phone rang and it was just her and Sehun in the room.

They weren't crazy about making out in the living room, where anyone could catch them, especially her brother who was against any kind of approach with his... work partners. So there wasn't much left for them to do but make out in a hidden room, because it wasn't like they could stand to be away when they were so close. Sehun's hands itched to touch Y/N's legs that were uncovered by the dress she was wearing, but would soon be on the ground if it was up to him. And he didn't take long to touch her exposed and burning skin, Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and soon he was holding her as hot, fierce lips meet desperately. Y/N moaned softly as he bit down on her bottom lip and instinct had her grinding her hips against his, feeling the bulge.

"Be quiet or I'll end up having to punish you." it took a lot of willpower not to moan again, having Sehun's low voice so close talking so provocatively was too much for her. All she wanted was for no piece of clothing to get in the way of feeling his body again, after so long, she yearned to have him inside her.

But it was clear he was going to take his time, 6 weeks without seeing each other and he was going to rush things? No way. He would leave her bubbling up with desire until he gave her what she wanted, as he always did. As they started another hot kiss, neither of them even remembered Suho who at that point was looking for his sister around the house. He knew where she would be and that's why he went to the library, the place where she liked the most.

Only Suho didn't know that she liked the library because that's where she and Sehun made out often, it was there or in her brother's office and she wouldn't be crazy to stay with Sehun there.

When Sehun was reaching for the hem of Y/N's dress and she was already brushing her hips again so that his hand could touch her intimately, the door slammed and caught their attention, followed by Suho's rough voice.

"What the fuck is this?"

The two looked in shock at Suho who was gripping the door handle tightly, Y/N jumped off Sehun's lap, he just took a deep breath. Y/N straightened her hair, avoiding her brother's furious gaze, her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. It was a disturbing silence. "So who's going to explain to me first what the fuck is going on?" Suho asked once more and Y/N glared at Sehun, he was serious but not surprised.

Especially because he knew that at some point he would have to reveal the truth to his friend.

"I think it's self-explanatory what you saw." Sehun replied, shrugging and that pissed off Suho.

He took a step forward and Y/N did the same, placing herself in front of her brother.

“This is funny to you? With my sister?!"

"Don’t start!" she said, placing her hand on her brother's chest, trying to push him back.

"Since when are you guys doing this behind my back?" "I don't think you're going to like the answer." Sehun replied and Suho closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"I told you to stay away from my sister!"

"You don't have to treat me like I'm 5 years old, okay?" Y/N said, angry.

"Then don't act like one." he spoke loudly and Y/N closed her free hand, she felt the nails dig into her skin but she was so irritated that she didn't even care. "I'm sorry if I fell in love with your sister, I sure wanted to do it on purpose." Sehun spoke louder and Suho turned to face him, as well as Y/N.

Well, he had told her he loved her before but seeing him admit it in front of her brother was… different.

"Don't think I still agree with the idea." Suho sighed and held up his finger. "If you hurt her, you already know what will happen to you."

"Before you can lay a hand on me, I'll do it myself."

[...]

"Leave me!" Y/N pulled her arm away from Sehun's hands and tried to stride away, feeling like an idiot as tears burned her eyes.

"Y/N please!" he ran after her. "Don't do it like that."

"Go back to that crappy casino and that busty one that was sitting on your lap." she said hurt, crossing the street and Sehun huffed, reaching for her arm and making her stop. "Stop acting like a child, you know it wasn't what you're thinking at all. It's just business." he argued and she swallowed hard.

She knew, of course. That kind of business was part of his world.

But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed and jealous. She wanted to surprise him, she would just drop by the hotel and see him from afar. But she didn't want to see a woman sitting on his lap and she didn't want to be discovered, of course her ego was slightly massaged when she saw Sehun get up the moment he saw her there, he ran after her when he saw that she was leaving.

But she was jealous, dammit! She couldn't help it. "Wait a minute." he smiled slightly as he studied her face. "Do you like me so much that you're jealous?"

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

"As if you don't know the answer."

Sehun's face lit up for a few seconds, he was ready to take her in his arms and kiss her right there in the middle of the street, the pout Y/N was making begged to be kissed. However, his eyes averted when he saw 3 black cars approaching at high speed, he put his hand to his waist on the gun that was hidden but before he could engage it to shoot, several masked men jumped out of the still moving cars and approached him and Y/N. The last thing he saw was Y/N's confused face looking to the sides before being abruptly pulled away from him, someone hit him on the back of the head and he tried to fight the darkness but it was practically impossible, even if he heard Y/N scream his name in sheer desperation.

He woke up with Suho slapping him in the face and he got up abruptly, ready to fight for Y/N... only she wasn't there anymore.

"What the hell happened?" Suho asked worriedly and Sehun tripped over his own feet as he looked around.

There was no sign of Y/N.

“No.” he felt his voice crack as desperation took over his body. "No, shit!" “Sehun. Did my sister find you? She texted me saying she was coming to see you.” Sehun stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Why were you lying in the street?" "We fought." he brought his hand to the spot where he had been hit. "And they took her." Suho raised his eyebrows and blinked more than usual.

"What?"

"They took her!" Sehun spoke more firmly. "Y/N was kidnapped and I couldn't do anything."

He saw Suho's nostrils flare and then in a quick movement, Suho lunged at him, landing a punch on his face.

Sehun staggered back but didn't reciprocate. He deserved it.

Mainly because he had let them take Y/N.

He didn't move to stop it because he was too gleeful that Y/N was jealous of him to care about his instincts. "If anything happens to my sister, it will be your fault!"

"I know that, do you think I wanted this to happen?"

"You put her in that position the moment you got involved with her.” "I'll fix this, I'll bring her back." Sehun responded with conviction, feeling every fiber in his body electrify with rage.

"We will." Suho replied firmly. "We know who it was."

"The Brotherhood."

[...] Y/N kept her head down, not out of embarrassment even though being slapped in the face had hit her more than the face but her ego, but she was almost undoing the ropes those thugs had tightened around her wrists. It was the first time she had been kidnapped because of her brother and boyfriend's business, but that didn't mean she hadn't been in conflicting and desperate situations. And Suho himself had already taught her to think reasonably in extreme situations.

It was exactly what she was doing.

She pretended to pass out from the slap she had taken, enough for the idiots to tie her wrists anyway, they wouldn't see her moan in pain from the knot so it didn't matter if they tied it tight.

She might even smile evil, if she weren't in a dirty, dark cabin and who knows where. She managed to free her hands enough to manage to take off the ring she always wore without dropping it on the floor and give the kidnappers that she was awake. She wiggled the ring until she found the stone and squeezed it, hearing a little click and then a sound that made her take a deep breath.

She had won Suho's ring, when he had entered the mafia world, it was not only a very rare stone but also a tracker.

Y/N didn't always activate it because that ring was for emergencies, like in that case.

The brother would know where she was now. Hearing footsteps, she put the ring back on her finger and pretended to be passed out again. Suho had taught her how to use her hearing properly, so she closed her eyes and waited. She heard them enter the room she was in and approach her.

She had to swallow a sound of revulsion when she felt an awkward hand on her legs.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked and she heard a laugh.

"Having fun. Isn't it a shame such a beauty is with the wrong guy?"

"The boss told you to just watch, not touch."

"As I care."

"Do you know whose sister she is?!"

"He will never know."

Y/N swallowed and took a deep breath.

"After all, you'll die before that." she spoke firmly and raised her head to face the two masked men.

One looked a bit surprised and the other who caressed her leg, approached holding her face tightly and making her look at him. "Don't test me, bitch." he warned and she laughed.

Y/N then spit in the man's face and he released her, raising his hand to smack her in the face.

But even before he could do that, a gunshot echoed through the room and his body fell to the side already lifeless, the thud made the other one who was stopped turn to the door and try to raise the gun, to no avail because he was shot twice in the chest and fell dead. Y/N felt her eyes water as she saw her brother enter the room armed, looking at both of them to make sure they were dead. Suho approached her and helped her finish undoing the rope knot, as soon as her wrists were free, she threw herself into her brother's arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned as he pressed her against his body.

Y/N just nodded, relieved to see her brother.

"Let me see you. Are you hurt?" he asked and pulled back enough to place his hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for getting you into this." "It's okay, you're here now." she said, trying not to cry.

But it was difficult when she saw Sehun enter the room, she noticed that he was limping and saw a cut on his leg. It was enough to feel her heart sink and rush to him.

Sehun held her tight in his arms, ignoring all the pain in her body from the fight he had with who knows how many henchmen, she buried her face in the back of his neck and he stroked her hair, closing his eyes and relieved that they had arrived on time. "I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry." Y/N pulled back to look at him, his hands went to her face and without having to say anything, they kissed right there. "I knew you would come." she spoke against his lips and he caressed her face. "He proved why he deserves you." Suho's voice echoed through the room and the couple pulled back to look at him.

Y/N was confused and Sehun was surprised.

"Are you…" she started to speak and Suho rolled his eyes.

"Approving of your relationship? Yeah, fine. It's not like I can stop it anyway."

Sehun smiled widely as he placed his hand on Y/N's waist, afraid that she would move away from him. "Just please, stop having sex in the library, there's a bedroom in the mansion for that." He said, shaking his head and leaving the room.

Y/N looked at Sehun and he raised his eyebrow.

"He ordered it, you heard."

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

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The warehouse echoed with an unsettling emptiness as you were roughly shoved inside. This time, it was another man—not Jun Ho—who brought you here. The familiar interrogation room chair awaited, opposite the boss's empty chair. The two men were still hanging there, the puddle of blood beneath them having grown larger. Their bodies were a gruesome reminder of what happened to those who crossed the boss. Fortunately, you didn't have to endure the sight for long before being pushed into the chair.

To your surprise, Jun Ho— whose gang name you had learned was Python—had suddenly positioned himself next to you. You had overheard one of the men addressing him by that name earlier. You looked at him, surprised since you hadn’t seen him in the hall before. He didn’t even spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the empty chair before you.

"Boss Cobra will be here soon," one of the guards announced, breaking the heavy silence.

"Cobra it is," you thought, a realization dawning on you. That name sounded familiar. You must have overheard it while waiting in H/N's office during his meetings.

Your heart raced as you contemplated what was to come. Would H/N be able to find you? Would he confront Cobra? The fear of what awaited you under that man’s rule twisted in your stomach. You turned slightly to Jun Ho, studying him, trying to gauge whether he was an ally or just another pawn in this deadly game. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that left you with more questions than answers.

A moment later, a figure strode into the room, radiating an aura of power and menace. Cobra. He entered the hall, clad in an immaculate white suit, walking with the confidence of a man who believed he owned everything—and everyone—in the room. He was flanked by two men who appeared to be his bodyguards, their expressions mirroring their leader's – emotionless and deadly.

His gaze locked onto you immediately, a twisted smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that offered comfort or warmth. It was the practiced charm of a predator, pretending familiarity, that made your skin crawl.

"It's so good to see you, my wildcat," he purred, his voice smooth but carrying the underlying threat of a snake ready to strike. His words oozed with false affection as if he were greeting an old lover. The tone made you want to retch, the nickname he used now feeling like a brand, a reminder of your imprisonment.

"Did you miss me?" Cobra leaned in, the faint scent of expensive cologne doing little to mask the suffocating malice that clung to him. His voice was low and almost seductive, but it dripped with manipulation. You instinctively recoiled, but his lips brushed the top of your head—a grotesque imitation of intimacy. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, lingering too long. You shuddered under his touch, every nerve in your body screaming to pull away, but you forced yourself to stay still.

A flicker of movement from Jun Ho caught your eye. His normally stoic demeanor faltered for a brief second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with something far more personal than simple professionalism. His stance grew rigid, and the tension radiating off him was palpable. It wasn’t just Cobra’s theatrics getting to him—it was Cobra touching you.

Jealousy simmered beneath the surface of Jun Ho’s calm exterior. Seeing Cobra treat you like something he owned, like a plaything, was more than he could bear. His protective instinct had become harder to suppress ever since you were brought into this nightmare. Each time Cobra got close, Jun Ho felt an almost primal need to shield you from the man’s poisonous grasp.

He wanted to intervene, to pull you away from Cobra’s suffocating presence, but he was bound by his position, and it burned him alive inside.

"So, our little game is about to end, wouldn't you say?" Cobra settled into the chair opposite you, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You looked at him, puzzled. "What game?"

His grin widened, exuding an air of superiority that made you want to slap it off his face. "Well, your fiancé's death game, of course. We lured him here on our terms. He has until midnight to show up, or you..." His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. "Or you’ll die." He said it so nonchalantly as if human lives meant nothing to him.

"Why are you doing this?" you choked out.

Cobra’s grin stretched even wider as he watched the shock and fear flash across your face, feeding his ego.

"You see, sweetheart," he continued, his tone almost casual, "there are rules in this world, and your little fiancé decided he didn’t want to play by them. So now, he’s learning the hard way. How stupid of him to mess with me." His eyes sparkled with cruel delight. He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap, his arrogance radiating from him like heat.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, but the anger bubbling up inside you refused to be silenced. "You think you can control everything with your twisted games? He’ll come for me, and when he does—"

Cobra cut you off with a laugh, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, he’ll come. I’m counting on it. But what do you think will happen when he does?" He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "This is my territory. He walks in, he walks into his grave. This, my dear, is the lesson he’ll learn: what it means to lose everything he loves." Cobra’s voice turned low, each word more venomous than the last. "And if he doesn’t show? Well, you won’t be around to see his regret."

You felt your hands trembling, a mix of fear and fury flooding your senses. But you wouldn’t give Cobra the satisfaction of seeing you break. "You’re underestimating him," you said, your voice steadying despite the fear clawing at you. "You won’t win."

Cobra chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "We’ll see, darling. We’ll see."

"Boss, five minutes to midnight," one of the bodyguards said, breaking the tense silence.

"Please, H/N, don’t come. This is a trap," you silently pleaded, your heart racing.

"You see, I'm not going to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "That would be such a waste. Instead, I give you the honor of becoming my bride." He smiled as if he were offering you the world on a silver platter. "You’ll still be the wife of the most feared boss. The only difference is, I'll be the man at your side. The only true boss, as it should be, after eliminating that filthy trash,

H/N." His eyes sparkled with twisted delight as if he had just delivered the most romantic proposal. But to you, it was pure madness.

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to fathom the depths of his delusion. Had he just listened to himself? Did he really think he could erase your love for H/N with a title and power? As if your bond with H/N was just about status or influence. Your stomach churned with revulsion as you realized how little Cobra understood about love, loyalty, or even basic human emotion. His idea of a relationship was a twisted power play, devoid of anything real.

"I’d rather die than be with you," you spat, your voice trembling with fury and defiance. "H/N is the only one for me, and it has nothing to do with his power or wealth."

At your words, Jun Ho shifted beside you. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His reaction was almost imperceptible, but you noticed it, the way your declaration of loyalty to H/N stoked something deep inside him. Cobra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. His smile evaporated, replaced by a snarl of pure rage.

"How dare you, you bitch!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the hall. "I'll teach you some manners. Like it or not, you're going to be mine."

He glanced at his watch, a cruel grin stretching across his face. "Just one more minute." His voice dropped, oozing with mockery. "What a pity. Looks like your knight on the white horse won’t be here in time to save you."

But before you could process the weight of his threat, a voice cut through the tense air like a blade. Deep, dark, and filled with unbridled fury.

"That’s where you’re wrong."

Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped up. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

There, standing in the doorway like an avenging force, was H/N, his silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering into the room. His presence filled the space, dominating it. His eyes locked on Cobra, but there was something more in his gaze when it flicked briefly to you—a silent promise. He had come for you.

"Here I am."

To be continued...

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Finally, there he is! Our hero/prince/avenger...

Stay tuned for part 15!

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[jayniks]

hi, a exo mafia reaction where he takes her on the run from some enemies and confesses he's mafia. sorry for my english and thank u <3

Due to some problems, I changed the plot of some of them, sorry TT

(none of these gifs are mine)

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🦋﹒⟢﹒Xiumin

You two were on a date at a restaurant you loved until some people walked in, he saw them and grabbed your hand and they started running. Finally reached an alley and you couldn't help but ask him what the hell was going on, so he looked into your eyes and simply confessed everything to you. Then he grabbed your hand and started running.

⏆﹒﹒🐰-⊧﹒Suho

It was a really elegant dinner on a luxurious beach, they were toasting but you saw suho really nervous. "is something wrong honey?" "No my dear, but I think it's better that we go, I'll explain it to you later" he said this as he dragged you to another place.

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐶﹐Baekhyun

You two were in the car when suddenly it began to accelerate. "baek baby? what's up?" "Um, I think we have to get there earlier, I'll tell you everything at home"

﹒✢🦖﹒﹒Chen

You were taking a walk in the park when you saw some guys approach you. They started shooting so you had to hid. Some men came out to defend them and shot the other guys. "DAE, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" "I need you to calm down and listen to me carefully, I won't repeat it twice"

♩（✿ᴗᴗ）﹒Chanyeol

You were having a nice date at the zoo when someone grabbed you from behind and put you in a car. Chanyeol didn't have time to tell you since his enemies did. Now he had another matter to attend to.

🐧﹚﹒，D.O_！

You were asleep when you heard some noises coming from below. It was kyungsoo yelling at someone on the phone about something, everything was normal until he yelled; "LISTEN TO ME, IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I ASKED YOU, I WILL GO FOR YOUR FAMILY AND KILL THEM" "k-kyung?.."

•🐻• ᗣ ꒷ : Kai

Kai was asleep when you saw a notification on his phone that talked about how they had already captured the family of a guy named Jeremy as he requested. " oh bae, you shouldn't have read that"

！♡﹒🐣﹐Sehun﹒％

You two were at home watching netflix and chill when some trucks parked in front of the house, sehun quickly took you and went into the basement very well hidden. "hun, can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" "I'll tell you everything, please don't get upset, okay?"

[tinymintygarland]

The Nightshift

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Pairing: OT6 Mafia! Exo x Janitor! Reader

Summary: One day  Song Y/n switches her day shifts with her best friend Nari . Who knew her Employers were fond of her?

Genre: Angst, Mafia Au, Fluff

Trigger Warnings; Mentions of Blood, Dark hallways, Kidnapping, Wounds, Needles, Alcohol, Drugs, Sex, Cat-Calling, Sharp Objects. 

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A/n:

This is also taking place in their Lotto/Louder era :)

I also included what i think Chen’s IRL wife would be like based on assumptions. As much as I adore Jong-dae but my guy has a whole wife AND kids!!

��Lmao this is based on a fic on my other blog and a dream so i wanted to write what had happened after if i continued dreaming. I would write what actually happened but omg it’s crazy lol. 

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The city of Seoul was bustling. people taking phone calls. Others taking down orders. As well as some bussing tables, some cooking, some simply showing off that they had gotten promoted to a higher position. 

However our story begins with a friendly janitor who was getting ready for her day shift. Down the road a bus that was meant for the company called SM was coming up a few seconds. the sun illuminating the shiny bus filled with SM employees. These were the highest and most hardworking employees. there were sections of the bus that had designated spots for the employees positions. as well as those that were disabled and were going through their maternity. 

There stood a woman in her Mid 20′s. She had mid length H/c colored hair that was tied back into a ponytail a few strand finding their way out, her head also had a soft baby blue bandana. She had smooth S/c skin, her evenly toned lips smiled, her eyes shone in happiness at the conversation she held with the woman beside her. Her figure was hidden by her baby blue uniform that was a little loose fitting, her hands being hidden by the white rubber gloves. 

“Oh y/n! I’m so glad you were finally able to stand next to me!” The pregnant woman smiled at the blue clad woman. This woman was the wife of one of the CEO’s. She worked at her husbands company before becoming his wife. She also had just come back from her vacation with him and opted to be with her friend rather than her husband. she cherished the small friendship she had with Y/n despite their different positions in the company. 

“Oh yeah? I thought you would’ve ditched me for your husband hehe” The young woman giggled teasing her friend. This prompted a surprised expression from her friend and she giggled. 

“Oh Y/n don’t worry I’ll set you up with someone too!” she teased her single friend. The janitor whined at her friends teasing. This continued for the rest of the ride and after a while the bus had come to a stop. The bus doors had opened signaling the employees of the company to step out and head to the elevators or the cafeteria to have some breakfast provided by the company. A benefit of working for the company. 

The young woman helped her pregnant friend up from her seat and walked towards the cafeteria as they chatted. Y/n’s other friend had waved her over. It was Nari. Nari worked the night shifts and had made sure the company building had stayed clean for the employees in the morning. 

“Hey! Y/n! Mrs.CEO! OVER HERE! I SAVED YOU THE BEST THINGS!” Nari shouted from a table with an excited smile. The two friends that had arrived gave each other a strange look and giggled at their energetic friend. The trio had greeted each other. 

Nari is a good friend of Y/n’s. Her full name being Kim Eun Nari. She liked to be called Nari. Her long hair being tied into one single three strand braid, as well as the baby blue bandana. her porcelain skin contrasting her best friend Y/n’s. her hazel brown eyes shone under the florescent lights of the building. As the trio ate and caught Nari upon what happens when she goes home to rest. 

The building doors opened and walked in one of the CEO’s of the company. His name was Kim Jong-dae. or as his employees had nicknamed ‘Chen’. He smiled as he made his way towards the table of the three women. The blue clad females teased their pregnant friend as they whispered to her that her husband was looking for her. 

“Ladies and My lovely wife good morning” He greeted the trio with a smile. The Two single females greeted their boss with a smile while the wife smiled warmly at his husband. He sat down next to his wife coffee in hand as well as a pumpkin porridge. 

“So Nari? how was your shift earlier? any gnarly clean-ups?” Y/n had teased her friend. To this the female rolled her eyes at her friends comment which had caused a laugh from the three. 

“No but thankfully it was an easy night! wasn’t too bad after all I have you! you make my job way easier!~” Nari chirped as she took a spoonful of her Vegetable soup. 

“Oh! while I have you here Y/n would you mind switching shifts with Nari tonight? As much as I love both of your cleaning methods the other guys want to see how you’ll both do if you switched. you’ll both get paid extra for the trouble” Chen chimed in with a bashful smile. I looked at Nari who grinned, I nodded my head and agreed. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. why not?” I gave a nod and ate a bit of rice from the tray that Nari had saved for me. 

“Then It’s settled. You can go home early today to rest up and then come back with Nari for the night” Chen added with a smile. I looked at Nari who was day dreaming and nodded when she was caught. To this she gave Y/n a look and they both stood up from their seats as their meals were completed.

 “We’ll see you later Mrs.Kim!! Chen..” the two women teased their friends as they left the cafeteria with a smile and walked towards the janitor’s closet. One leaving her items and the other gathering her items for the day.  

The female had begun her journey of cleaning the windows, taking out the trash and dusting the small areas of the building as well as opening the windows to air out the building. 

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I opened the window letting out the dusty air and took in a breath of fresh air with a smile. I felt a shadow loom over me and I opened my eyes to find a pair of brown eyes staring into mine. I rolled my eyes as I found Mark staring into mine. 

“Hey! why the glaring? hehe you’re cute when your at peace” He laughed as he stayed in close proximity. 

“Oh whatever don’t you have to get back to work Mr. Security guard?” I teased the male as I left my spot from the window and back into the building. The male followed behind me with a smile. 

“Actually I am Y/n besides I’m making sure whoever comes in is not a threat to the building” He laughed as I sweeped the floor. 

“Oh haha Mark at least I don’t get distracted easily” I laughed and watched his face flush at my comment. The doors opened at the entrance and walked in Taeyoung with a small smile. 

“Hey Ms.Janitor!” The male smiled at the smaller female who gave a smile. 

“Hey Taeyoung!” I greeted him with a shy smile. Mark gave a shocked look as the two interacted happily. 

“Hey! why don’t you ever smile at me like that!” He cried out dramatically. I rolled my eyes at his comment. Taeyoung just laughed at his Co-workers attitude. 

“Maybe when you’re less hyperactive she’ll take you seriously haha..” Taeyoung laughed. Mark looked in my direction as I laughed and huffed. 

“Oh! speaking of which I heard you switched with Nari?” Taeyoung looked at me with a small smile. I looked in his direction and sighed. 

“Sadly yes so now I don’t think I’ll be able to entertain your friend here for awhile” I groaned knowing that I would be in this building at late at night. and alone. 

“Hey hey it’ll be okay besides I think Haechan and Johnny are working those shifts..Don’t worry!” He said with a small smile. I knew that my other friends did work at night but still made me nervous. 

“Alright Alright..Thanks just makes me nervous of the building at night haha” The two males smiled at me and sighed. I smiled and waved them off as I continued my way up the building as I was called to the Second floor. 

This floor was the most that needed extra care as they frequently spilled things onto the floors and didn’t care to clean it up and left it a sticky mess for me to clean. I sighed as I grabbed my scrubbers and bucket and made my way towards the area that had the spill carrying as well as the wet floor sign.

The day carried on as usual as I cleaned the spills, changed trashcans and dusted areas that needed to be tended to. As the day came to a close I made my way towards the elevator and pressed the button as I sighed waiting for the elevator to be called upon.I took one of my earbuds that was attached to my phone out of my ear as I looked up at the sign watching how much time was left for the elevator to make its way towards me. The doors made a ding sound as the doors opened. I made my way inside with my duster and rags that were in the loop of my pants and I reached over to press the first floor button but halted at the sound of someone calling out “Hold the door!”

I stopped and held my hand out to stop the doors from closing allowing the person to come in to the elevator. The male was much taller than me. I looked up at him, he had his hair dyed a bright red, his brown eyes gave a thankful smile. He had rather than a suit a grey plaid button up, black slacks as well as black dress shoes. He looked like any other employee but as soon as I took in his lanyard that was a Bright white it sunk in He was one of The CEO’s. 

“Hey thanks for holding open the door haha” The red headed male smiled at me. His smile was nice. I gave a shy smile and nodded. I reached for my earbud ready to give the male some space but he did the opposite and began to talk. 

“So...You’re Y/n? Chen’s wife talks highly about you during coffee breaks” he spoke with a smile as he stood across from me on the empty elevator. I looked at him and smiled at the mention of my friend 

“Oh? she does? that’s nice” I smiled not knowing what to say. 

“Sorry my name is Kim Chanyeol..I’m assuming you saw the lanyard.. don’t worry I don’t bite!” He gave a gentle smile. 

“Its alright I just didn’t think anyone would be here considering I’m usually the last one that leaves..” I gave my honest response to him and gave a small laugh. He smiled at my response and nodded. 

“So you’re our janitor for the switch? hehe well its nice to finally put a face to that name!” He said excitedly. 

we continued our small conversation down the building we stepped closer now comfortable with each other the more we talked as friends rather than business.

“So? is it fun you know cleaning up our mess?” Chanyeol joked as he stood infront of me with his arms crossed. I rolled my eyes with a smile. 

“Mhm~ definitely fun cleaning your-” I was cut off by the red head male reaching over me our bodies extrremely close as he pressed a button to a floor. our faces close and then he jumped away realizing how close we were. I blushed at the close proximity from when he pressed a button.

“Oh! sorry I forgot that I was supposed to meet the rest of them on the seventh floor but we’re now on the..third floor!” Chanyeol admitted with an embarrassed smile. I smiled at his cuteness and smiled. 

“It’s alright I understand!” I smiled at the tall male that I had befriended. He gave a sigh of relief. 

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked with a big smile wanting to know what I had to say and I nodded at his words. 

The elevator doors gave a small ding and I walked out the doors and turned to wave at him with a shy smile. To which he waved and smiled as the doors closed behind him.Once The doors closed I blushed heavily and pressed my hands on my face knowing that I had met one of my other CEO’s and had a friendly conversation and had gotten close to him on accident. 

 I waited for the elevator to leave and quickly made my way to my janitor’s office and closed the door behind me so I could react to what had just happened in secret.

“Get it together Y/n! you’re here to work! besides.. this is the last time I get to see the sunset from the big windows..” I sighed as I had began putting away my items that I had used for the day.I grabbed my phone plugging in my earbuds sticking them in my ears and playing music as I finished my routine. I finished putting my things away on a shelf I had begun filling the items that the company that would clean this month would need. I refilled spray bottles, I put the dirty rags into a bin that was reserved for the ones that would be cleaned in the morning and grabbed the clean ones as well as other items that would help them. 

 Once I had finished my restock One by one I had left a spare key for the company and hung it by the door so they could gain access to the office if they needed anything else extra for the night and smiled at my work. Whistling the tune of This is love. 

Who knew My real shift began the night I started?

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The female was on her way to the SM building. However she was used to the daylight that shone brightly. The female sat on the bus for once as she was all alone. Her earbuds playing music calming her nerves as she watched through the windows watching as she neared the building. Her nerves getting more and more anxious as the bus finally stopped and she got up from her seat and made her way to the front of the building. 

She was determined to finish cleaning this building as quickly as she could and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She took a breath and bumped into Johnny who gave her a raised eyebrow. 

“Y/n? I thought you worked during the da- oh wait I thing Haechan already told me that you both switched..don’t worry you’ll be fine besides! If anything just radio us and we’ll be there!” Johnny reassured her with a smile. 

“Thanks I just want this done as quickly as possible..” I groaned and made my way into the building beginning to clean as quickly as humanly possible with the help of anyone else that was on staff for the nightly clean as I was the one to lead. I had cleared the top four floors as they were the smallest of the 12 floors and continued for the rest of the night. 

I finally had finished cleaning all 12 floors of the building as quickly and as clean as humanely possible and made it down to the first floor that was the last of them and breathed heavily. 

“Jesus christ Y/n! you did all that in 8 hours?!” Haechan gaped at the sweaty state I was in. I was sitting on one of the couches and nodded. 

“You would too if you were up there with a bunch people who were lazy at their job!!!” I whined and was finally able to breathe normally. The two nodded but were still shocked that I was able to clear all 12 floors by myself. 

I stood up taking the final sips of water from my water bottle. My hand wiping the sweat from my forehead. I stretched my limbs finally walking to my small office again and took out what I needed and began to sweep the floors quickly not wanting to be here despite knowing that My friends were here. 

I finally got finished with sweeping and finally began to scrub the dirty floors that seemed to be covered in muddy footprints despite the outside of the building to have concrete, I shrugged it off and continued to scrub the floors on all fours. This continued for another hour as I didn’t want to go up the stairs for another mop knowing that would make this quicker but didn’t want to up the dark floors. 

Finally admiring my clean work I had gotten done. I had tied my long-sleeve blue shirt around my waist, showing off my figure that was hidden by the soft colored uniform. I took out an earbud and heard the elevator ding as the floors dried and watched seven men walk out of the doors. I looked away as I continued my work, grabbing my bucket and scrubbers. I knew that I had to walk past them to put away my things to be done with work.

“Y/n? what are you doing here? I thought you worked during the day?” I looked and saw Chanyeol among the seven faces. I smiled and walked up to him and Chen ignoring the stares from the other Five men. 

“Hey Channie. Oh I thought you knew that Nari and I switched our shifts?” I said confused to why he had asked that. He shook his head as he kept eye contact with me. I looked over at Chen and smiled. 

“I hope you’re treating my friend right Chen, and looks like to me they weren’t aware of the switch” I teased him to which he laughed. 

“Dont worry I-” He was cut off by one of the other men. The three of us looked at the male who cut him off. 

“Chen! Chanyeol! I didn’t know you guys were friendly with our cutie here!” The male with puppy eyes and dark hair cried out. I raised a brow at his comment. 

“Excuse me? I have a name you know?” I shot at the male crossing my arms as the males chuckled. 

“Hey! You realize I am one of your Boss’ right? The Names Byun Baekhyun but you can call me Baek~” He smirked and I rolled my eyes unphased by him.

“No way? So I’m Assuming you all are as well?” I looked at them all who grinned and nodded. I sighed. 

“Dissapointed?” Baekhyun grinned

“No I knew Chen And Channie were but all of you? that’s a little insane don’t you think?” 

“Well we do have the most sales besides these guys won’t give you trouble maybe except for Baekyun and Kai ” Chen laughed.

“Anyways let me introduce you guys! Since you already know Chen and I This is Baekhyun, Suho, D.O, Kai, Sehun and Xiumin!” Chanyeol introduced the other CEO’s. 

I finally got a good look at them all. I couldn’t deny that they were all as good looking. 

“Interesting.. well its nice to meet you I’m-” 

“Y/n. we know I’m the one that hired you” The male named Suho cut me off. They all elbowed their friend who had cut me off and gave smiles. 

“mhm whatever anyways I have to put this all away.” I made my way past them all feeling them all stare at me as I made my way towards my office. I opened the door and closed it behind me as I began the routine that was left to me and finished in less than 10 minutes. I swiped my card finally clocking out.  I walked out of the office and found the others standing there Chen being an exception as he probably went off to meet with his wife. 

When I had left the office I saw that they had all left. 

what an interesting night that had been. 

[rancidtae]

ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI).

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina)

meet the characters

A/N: aaaaaand we're back! it's been a while. motivated by this exo comeback and a rewatch of the show that originally inspired this, I've decided to bring this blog back to life. This is a rewrite of a story i posted here a few years back. new scenes, flashbacks, plot improvements and easter eggs for part two are being added. (yes that is still in the works because this was always meant to be Part One of a series, including a bts centered prequel )

So, here it is:

If there’s one thing tenacious investigative journalist Jung Jiah knows about this city, is that trust is scarce and truth is a commodity. Forced to face a haunting past and reunited with the men she once considered family, instinct tells her to run and hide.

But when she finds that her childhood friends might be hiding the key to the one story she could never solve, she’s thrust into a web of complex relationships and blurred lines between guilt, trust, and betrayal. The quest for the truth takes center stage, and it reveals a world where neon lights cast long shadows, and nothing is as it seems.

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, kidnapping, torture

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CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k)

The room was dark as tension lingered in the air of the bedroom. The events of the previous night were swirling around his head, as Yukhei sat on the end of the bed. He was proud to say that they were making an indent on Neozone’s allies, as well as the group itself but the lingering thoughts of how long this could take started to roam his head.

But what was he worried about? He held so much of the world in the palm of his hand that he didn’t need to worry about the idea of defeating Neozone to take over the Korean systems. But still, those worries tend to fill his mind more often than he’d like to admit.

He ran his hands through his hair as he let out a silent sigh. He wanted to go for a walk, the way he used to in the streets of Sha Tin, China. Just to think and plan as he goes. Even though he has a proper full plan set out already in motion, he needs to prepare for the future once they conquer Korea.

The ruffling of the blanket pulled his attention to the member that shared a bed with him. Yifan’s tired eyes blankly stared at the wide-awake member before he stretched out and sat up. His hair was a mess as he draped an arm over Yukhei’s shoulder.

“What’s got you up?” He muttered, his deep voice husky and low like a rumble. He threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he placed a kiss on the younger's shoulder.

With all of the thoughts running through his head, some time with Yifan was what he needed. As his eyes closed, his head fell gently against the olders. He didn’t want to admit that he was more stressed than usual, but he couldn’t tell a lie to him.

“I have to be honest and admit that I’m a little bit stressed about the overall situation with Neozone.” Yifan looked at the younger one with the smallest frown. He tangled his fingers in Yukhei’s hair as a way to try to relax the younger.

“Why are you stressed? You’ve had this plan for months, and it’s going perfectly.” He hummed, trying to read the brunette’s expression.

“It’s honestly just a worry that they could possibly be stronger than us. But then again, there isn’t anyone who has overpowered us, so why am I worrying?”

The tone in his voice sounded more of a plea than he wanted it to sound. The expression of Yifan’s face softened in a slight worry before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He rested a hand against Yukhei’s cheek and ran his thumb against the younger's bottom lip.

“I understand your worry, I do. But I think rest should help ease your mind.”

Pulling the younger back down into bed, he linked his fingers together with Yukhei’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before turning the younger's face to look at him. It was read all over Yukhei’s face that something more was troubling him, but Yifan knew not to press him about it.

He softly pressed a kiss to his lips before he got comfortable once again next to the younger. Yukhei buried his face into Yifan’s hair, taking in his scent and pulled him close. Maybe the comfort of Yifan really was all he needed.

~~

Panic arose in Ten’s chest as he pressed his back against the wall of the moving van. His mind was racing as he looked at Eunwoo. It must have been read on his face, when Eunwoo held up his hands.

“Relax. You’re fine.” The soft voice commented. Ten’s entire being was frozen in one position. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to talk. He only ever saw this in TV shows, but now he was in the midst of a kidnapping. He was getting kidnapped.

“You got him?” A higher pitched male voice shouted from the front of the van.

“We got him!”

The girl took off her mask and ran her hand through her hair. Ten’s eyes couldn’t help but scan every single being in the van, so he could be able to go to the police about being kidnapped if and whenever he was able to escape.

The girl had beautiful brown eyes with dark eyeliner as she eyed him. She held what looked like a knife in her hand, clean and closed.

“Panic too much, and bad things could happen to you.”

Ten swallowed dryly as he closed his eyes. He told himself that if he kept his eyes closed for a little, and opened them, he wouldn’t be in the middle of a moving van with three of his kidnappers. That simply didn’t work.

Eunwoo threw off his tie and put the briefcase in a bag before shoving it to the side. He looked at Ten in the eyes, feeling his stress and fear. He gave a soft hum before he shuffled forward. Ten, in self defence, pulled his body closer to himself as he tried to swing a fist at Eunwoo.

With ease, Eunwoo grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes.

“Ten, seriously. Relax. I know you're scared, and I know you’re stressed out over everything, but it will all be explained once we get there. Trust me.” His calming voice actually made an impact on the smaller members’ mindset.

Ten never realized, but his hands were shaking. His mind continued to race with options he could do as soon as the door would open again. But reviewing the state of each member in the van, many of his options were narrowed down to only a selective few.

As the group sat in silence on the ride to wherever the hell they were going, Ten made a mental note in his mind to make a Will as soon as he got out of the situation. Make a will, tell his mother he loves her, and visit his sisters.

But as the van was put to a harsh stop, he quickly realized that there was a chance he might never get to do any of that again.

“We’re here.”

The door slid open as the girl jumped out of the van. Everything was moving so fast that Ten didn’t even get to attempt an escape. He looked at Eunwoo with pure fear circulating through his blood system. Eunwoo’s soft eyes only put Ten a little more at ease.

As they walked further into what seemed like a parking garage, Ten hit an understanding. None of the members that surrounded him seemed like they wanted to harm him. None of them, except the woman, had weapons. Not even Eunwoo, who at this point, he trusted the most. Overall, the man did help him get out of further interrogation.

The tallest out of the bunch pulled off his mask and pushed open one of the doors. He gestured for the group to go in, when Eunwoo insisted that Ten go in first.

Inside the room was pure amazement. The infrastructure was absolutely stunning. Statues stood tall in all 4 corners of the room as it was lavished with purple, red and gold fabrics. In the center of the room was a throne type chair. Spikes coming from every side.

Once she made eye contact with Ten, she smiled. By first glance she seemed like a true sweetheart. Her eyes told you love stories, but the spiked rings on her fingers told you stories of misery. Her entire body decked out in spikes and leather.

Lisa Manobal. Though she looked as if she was harmless, you give her the wrong look, and you’ll be dead to her in seconds. Of course, Ten didn’t know this of such a beautiful woman.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” She said, her voice soft and humble like. Eunwoo bowed his head to her as Ten mimicked the taller.

“He’s here with no injuries whatsoever. Like you ordered, ma’am.” She gave him a gentle smile before she made eye contact with Ten. Not only did her eyes send butterflies through his throat, but her posture also made him feel weak beneath her. Just by looking at the room around her, and how she was treated by the others, it was as if she was royalty.

Ten gave a nervous smile, unsure of who she really was and what he was doing in such a decked-out room.

“I doubt they explained anything to you,” She walked over to him before shooting a glare towards Eunwoo. He shuffled off with the other two in the room. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Manobal. I believe your friend's name is Taemin?”

The familiarity of the name shot mixed signals throughout his core. From being worried to being relieved, he was just glad to hear his name from someone who seemed to be in the same department as Taemin.

“You know him?”

“He asked me to bring you here-“

“where is he?” Ten stated, before letting her finish. The raised eyebrow as she looked at him, showed him that she wasn’t used to being interrupted.

“He’s in the back room waiting for you, go ahead. I bet you’ve had a stressful day.” Ten ever so slightly rolled his eyes to her words. Was he having a stressful day?

Lisa was genuinely entertained by Ten’s reactions to her simplistic words. She would have to agree that he in fact was someone she would want to have a full-on conversation with, once war wasn’t amidst them and their connections.

Swinging the door open, Taemin jumped to his feet. He made eye contact with the one he asked for help. Ten’s eyes were scared but his facial expression told otherwise. That was one of the things he connected with Taeyong. Both men were good at hiding their concerns behind their faces.

“Ten…”

The younger member rushed over to Taemin and hugged him as tight as he was allowed to. Knowing that Taemin was safe and being in Taemin’s embrace almost made him crack under the pressure. Taemin’s arms around him felt comforting as his entire day was one hectic incident after the other.

But as his mind registered what was going on, he pushed Taemin back, with tears seen in his eyes.

“You have to tell me what the hell is going on Taemin. No stalling. No lying. Tell me everything.”

He could see in Taemin’s expression that it wasn’t going to be something good. He could tell he was in for the ride of his life, learning about what Taemin was involved in. But damn it, he deserved to know after today.

~~

The stress of learning about Johnny’s whereabouts forced Taeyong to pace back and forth on the open floor plan of the warehouse. Seen in his eyes, he was very unhappy with the results of the fight of the previous night. Rage emitted from him as he muttered nonsense to himself, creating his own plan in his mind.

The Dreamies sat around a table, watching their leader pace back and forth. They could only imagine the level or anger he harbours inside. Jisung felt especially guilty to be in the same room as Taeyong. He believed that the leader was upset over the missing files, not just the whole shebang that occurred.

Mark sat on the edge of the table top, fiddling with Jaemin’s brass knuckles, while Jaemin himself sat next to him. They sat in their own comfortable silence, while the other Dreamies discussed among themselves about their own defences around the building.

“What do you think is on his mind?” Jaemin questioned, watching as Taeyong ran his hands through his already messy red hair.

“I’m not quite sure, but I can tell that it’s not something good.”

“It’s probably about last night to be honest… We’re all too shaken up about it to even talk about it with each other…” Mark looked to the younger member before he threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Relax Jae, things will be okay. We’ll be okay, isn’t that right boys?” Mark announced a tad bit louder for the rest of the boys to hear.

“Huh?”

The attention of the boys was now put on Mark and Jaemin.

“We’re all going to be okay.”

His eyes met with Sehun’s. The older member gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, but he knew that Sehun could keep things under control with the Dreamies if things went south.

“We’ll be fine.” Sehun announced, giving a smile to the younger boys.

Jisung gave a look to his hyung that made Sehun feel sorry for him. Though he was the youngest member of the Dreamies, he still had a lot of things to learn. Being put in charge of the files was an easy job when he joined the gang, but now after this, he began to wonder if Jisung regretted joining at all.

Standing, he joined beside Jisung and put an arm around him.

“Hyung, what if he’s even more upset about the files than I think he is…?”

“No, I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind at the moment. I think the entire issue with the fight and Johnny’s disappearance is what’s on his mind. I think you’ll be okay.” Sehun vowed. Hearing those words, Jisung was set to ease. Sehun had that effect on the Dreamies. He was able to calm them down easily, some thought he was good with teenagers while others said he was still in the mindset of a teenager.

But everything was disrupted when a door slam caught every single member's attention. All Dreamie members got to their feet and readied their fists for a brawl.

“Relax everyone, it’s Jaehyun.” Taeyong announced, holding up his hand in defence. Almost instantly, all boys sat back down with ease. The prior night really startled them to a point where any sound could set them off in fight mode.

“Reports?”

“Baekhyun is back with his crew. But I have to be honest, that place is an utter mess. Lotto City used to be a place for communications, but now it’s a place for fighting.” Jaehyun stated, exhaustion seen all over his face.

Taeyong patted his arm before clapping.

“I need everyone here right now. A meeting is called!” He announced, his voice booming through the warehouse.

As each member joined the center of the warehouse, around Taeyong, a low murmur was heard. Every member wanted to take part in revenge. Every member wanted to help take down the rivals, and every member worried about each other.

Taeyong’s eyes scanned around the room before a dark frown covered over his face.

“Where’s Taemin?”

“He’s with Lisa and the cartel. He’s okay.” Doyoung announced amongst the crowd. At least some of his worries were set to ease, but he had a plan to set out to his gang.

“Jaehyun came back from Lotto City with an update.” The room became silent as directions were put on the second-hand leader, Jaehyun.

“Alright. The city is a mess. From cars flipped over, to shops with windows smashed in and good stolen. Baekhyun returned to EXOrdium, and they're currently working on their defences as well as cleaning up their territory. From what I saw, even if we are fighting our own battle, it’s a good idea to try and give as much help as they need.” A quiet murmur started up all over again.

“Why?” Yuta stated, not even giving it a second thought to his question.

“Yuta, they’ve helped up through a lot, we owe them this. If it were Neozone that got destroyed, they would be here helping us with the clean up as well.” Taeyong boomed. The silence settled over the gang once more to Taeyong’s words. He was right. With that strong of an alliance with EXOrdium, the group would do anything to protect them, so it was only fair that Neozone does the same back to them.

The group was completely silent. Taeyong saw the emotional distraught among all of his members and understood that the events of yesterday still lingered in their minds, fresh.

“Listen… I know that we’ve been through a hectic day yesterday. But with the rest from today we have to get back on our feet. We can’t let a simple robbery drown us. We have deeper issues to be facing, so lighten up and get your game on.” Taeyong started.

“Now, for starters we need to figure out a plan. It’s going to be stressful, but we need to find a way to get Johnny back home safe and sound. I want everyone on board with this and all hands-on deck.”

“Boss, isn’t he with the rivals?” Taeyong turned his attention to Yuta to answer Jaemin’s curiosity.

The two members shared a silent agreement before Yuta turned towards the Dreamie.

“Our rivals are known as Lumidome. China’s most dominant mafia gang, and as a matter of fact, the gang that is holding all of China in the palm of their hand.”

“So, to answer your question, Jaem, yes. He’s with the rivals. And with the information we have, we need to be ready to get our boy back. We all know he would do the exact same for any one of us.” Taeyong stated, looking around the room to his family.

“How are we going to do that though…?” Mark’s question left the entire group silent. Even Taeyong who was still struggling to come up with a plan.

“Well… First I think we need to stop and think about what we need to get done around here. Yeah, 127, you’ve been cleaning up the place, and thank you.”

The members from 127 nodded their heads, bandanas wrapped around their heads as some wore gloves.

“Dreamies. Our security is slacking. We need you to keep looking out all around the building. If that means only 2 per exit, then so be it.”

Sehun gave a small glance to Mark. The younger member looked to him but gave a firm nod.

“We can do that.”

“Anything for the family right?” Haechan said, bowing a dramatic 90 degrees before he shot Taeyong a smile. The red head gave him a look before he turned his attention back to Mark and Sehun.

“I trust the two of you to be able to get everything figured out as soon as this meeting is over.” His eyes scanned the faces of each member. “Like I said, there is no way I’m going to stay for someone slacking off right now. This place is our home, and we’ve been invaded. We need every single member to do their darndest to make sure this place stays safe.”

“The place is much less happy without Johnny, so how are we gonna get him back?” Chen spoke up, his arm wrapped around Chanyeol’s shoulder as he leaned into the younger for support.

Chen’s leg was bandaged the best it could. The bleeding stopped once they arrived back home, and Chanyeol did everything in his power to keep him from losing anymore.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get all the hands-on deck to get him home. This place is number one priority though. Johnny would even agree. Now, Jaehyun.” Taeyong paused, looking to the member who had a tired but determined face.

“I want you to contact them. If you can’t, try to contact someone who has closer relations to them. Get them to meet up in Lotto City in a month. The city should be cleaned up by then, and if they don’t show up?” Taeyong paused. Every single member smiled, knowing exactly what his next words were.

“We’ll pay them the usual Korean greeting.” Taeyong declared, his voice low as he smirked.

Every single member howled, cheered in the idea of getting their own revenge on the ones who walked into their territory.

~~

The blurred vision slowly started to become clearer as Johnny was waking up. His entire body was stiff and sore. He felt as if his gut was being torn apart and his face felt swollen. With a quiet groan, he sat himself up.

He was still in the harbour, for the smell of water and seaweed filled his nose. But once he got a better look at what was around him, the realization of where he had struck him like lightning. Large metal bars circled him, with chicken wire blocking any way for him to get out. Johnny was stuck in a cage.

A soft hum was heard from around him. He struggled to get up on his feet but slammed his head into the top of the cage. With an audible groan, he knelt back down. His head started to throb.

“Son of a bitch…”

“Good morning kitten.” A familiar voice echoed from behind. Johnny’s entire core filled with rage. His entire body ached because of that damn voice. That damn man. He looked back to see the white-haired boy, sitting on a chair.

His eyes looked empty as he looked back at Johnny. It felt as if his entire being was just evil. Dressed in all black, he leaned forward to get a better look at the one caged. His knee started to bounce, which drove Johnny up the wall. What he hated about this man, was that he looked so weak and little, but was able to beat him to a pulp with ease.

Though the other man seemed so much more relaxed than Johnny, he still seemed to be on edge. As if he wasn’t finished with Johnny before he passed out. His hands were wrapped in bandages, meaning that even though Johnny was on the receiving end, he still hurt the white-haired man.

“Your pretty face will need a lot of healing… I don’t think you’ll look the same as you did before.” He taunted, leaning back in the chair only to cross his arms over his chest. Johnny growled as his glare shot glass shards to the other.

“I hate you.”

“Ouch… You haven’t even met me.” He said, putting a hand on his chest as if his entire being was hurt due to Johnny’s harsh words.

“I hate you.” Johnny snarled. His hands formed to fists, as he imagined sending a fist full right against that pretty face of his. He wanted nothing more than to see him on the ground, bleeding. He wanted this man to be in his position.

He knew for a certain Taeyong wouldn’t be happy about this situation, so maybe the leader would take some convincing to let him do what he pleases to that pretty face of the white-haired.

“Calm your eyes kitten,” The man stood and wandered closer to the cage. “there’s no way you’ll be getting out of here.”

Johnny spat at him, aiming for his face. The man jumped back, avoiding the spit before he gave Johnny a disappointed look.

“I was going to go easy on you, but now…” the man cooed, starting to walk around the cage. “I don’t think I want you.”

“Whatever your boss plans to do to Neozone, won’t get done. My boys are so much more powerful than you think they are.” Johnny snapped, rage seeping out of each word from his mouth.

“Then how can you explain the fact that you’re here?” The man said, kneeling down once again to get a good look at Johnny.

The look in the other’s eyes told Johnny that no one had come for him. No one had tried. With the smallest feeling of despair, he threw his fist into the chicken wire.

The man before him stood.

“Now, I’ve got orders to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t get out or hurt yourself. You’ve got yourself a bucket, and food will be brought to you. But you’ll have me as your company.”

“I’d rather rot alone thanks.” Johnny spat back. Spending more time than needed with this man, made Johnny think that the world was beating him up for no reason.

The man looked carelessly into Johnny’s honey-filled eyes.

“And I’d rather not smell it, but here I am.” Johnny’s entire mood was encased with rage. What he’d do to get this man in his spot, sitting in a cage with pain everywhere on his body.

“Was the blond your leader?”

“Why would I tell you that? Just so you can report it back to your ‘family’?”

“I swear!!” Johnny stood, keeping low as not to hit his head again. “You think of my family as a toy you’ll get destroyed by every single member in one sitting.”

The white-haired man smiled, seeming fully interested in the rage Johnny held hidden.

“Relax, kitten.”

“I’m not your damn kitten.”

The man sat back down on the chair he originally was sat in. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back. His eyes bored into Johnny’s soul. The empty eyes that told you nothing but years of torment.

“What happened to you?” Johnny questioned, unsure he wanted the actual answer so soon. He didn’t even know the man.

The white-haired paused, before pulling his attention away from him. The silence that came from the man answered Johnny’s question without words. The man had a past, and now here he was. But hell, everyone who is part of the mafia here had a past. Even Johnny.

“What should I call you then, Kitten?” the man asked, pulling the attention away from the silenced answer.

Johnny just shook his head as he sat back down in the cage.

“Forget about it. Call me whatever the hell you want. As long as I get to call you bastard each time.”

A smirk appeared against the white-haired man’s lips.

“Bastard huh? Xiao Jun. That’s my name. But bastard sounds fine too.”

~~

The room had fallen into a silence. Ten was in shock. Everything Taemin unloaded on him was a lot to take in. But he understood who Taeyong really was now. He understood why he would see Taemin walking around late at night. He understood everything now. Even the kidnapping.

Taemin sat uncomfortably in the silence. He was scared, nervous. His hands shook as he waited for Ten to say something. Anything at this point. He was always scared about losing the people closest to him and the idea of losing Ten buried a hole in his heart.

Ten could feel the uneasiness from the older man. He knew he was sitting in silence, an utter silence that could cause anyone’s anxiety to curl in on itself. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers together.

Many thoughts filled his head. What to say to Taemin. What to do next. He was wrapped up deeply in this situation now, there was no way he would be able to get out. His entire life goal could be burned in an ashtray because of this.

“How would I get out of this?” Was all he could bring himself to say.

“I… I’m not quite sure. No one’s really left the gang before.”

Ten looked at Taemin. He could see the eyes of pure fear. That’s when his heart started to throb. He felt so guilty for those words. Standing, he accompanied his friend. He took his hand and sighed.

“Then, if you’re wrapped up in this, I’m going to be just as deep as you.” He stated, looking at Taemin in the eyes. There was a wave of emotions that hit over Taemin.

His core felt as if it shriveled up but got restored. He worried about Ten a lot. His biggest worry was his reaction about what life he leads during the night. But this wasn’t any of the outcomes he imagined in his mind.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll join. I don’t know what to do exactly, or how any of this works, but I… I want to join you. I want to be able to call you my friend without worrying that you might think other wi-“

“You are my friend! You’re my best friend.” Taemin interrupted. He gripped Ten’s hand and looked at him. “I wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship.”

Ten was taken aback. He’s never had a friend this devoted to being there for him before. Yes, his sisters were a different situation, a completely different situation, but he believed that Taemin was going to stick with him from the first moment he met him.

As he took a deep breath, Ten pulled Taemin into another hug.

“I don’t want you to join just because you're worried about my friendship with you. You could get hurt and I don’t want you hurt.” The older muttered, his mind racing with the worry of everything horrible happening to Ten.

“And what about your life?” He looked at the younger member beside him. “Your career… Your family…”

“I never really had a family that supported me as much as you do. And, if I can finish university, then I can become your group nurse.” Ten stated, a small giggle behind his lips.

“Well… I think overall, we’ll need to get you a conversation with Taeyong before anything gets settled, as.. long as you're sure about it.”

The two sat in a silence that wasn’t as intense or anxiety inducing as before. Taemin fully understood if Ten didn’t want to actually join. It was a tough job, but he knew that everyone looks out for everyone.

Ten knew what he was considering was dangerous. He knew that even though Taemin was his best friend, he was also a completely different person behind the screen. What he was considering joining was a gang. The mafia, Korean mafia. Was he really going to join the mafia?

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with Taemin. He gave a small nod and Taemin felt a wave of relief but also worry hit his stomach.

Pulling his phone out, he saw the time and gasped.

“We have to go. Taeyong gets worried if he doesn’t know where we are for too long.” Taemin stood, pulling Ten up as well.

“Wait, wait. Taemin, can I still try to have a normal life in the day?” He asked, not realizing a small sound of panic in his tone.

“Don’t worry. Things will be fine.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the building. They waved a goodbye to Lisa before getting into a car which Taemin drove.

“Why, did you bring me here instead of ‘Neozone’?” Ten questioned, putting his seatbelt on.

“Neozone was under attack the other day… So, I didn’t want to worry anybody with bringing in a new face.”

“But aren’t you doing that now?”

“Can you stop making sense?” Taemin chuckled weakly. He glanced at the younger before he started the drive straight to Neozone. 

[d4rkthots]

夜の女王

(The queen of the night) Part one. -preview-

This story includes (mention of drugs, violence, murder, an other illegal acts -do not try at home.)

M (assassin/mafia associate) x F (Mafia Leader) seonghwa wanted you from the moment you met…

You stand staring out of your mansion window, getting where you were now wasn’t easily obtained. You wanted to become one of the most feared mafia leaders in Korea, men looked down on women, they didn’t see them as equals, you had to prove them wrong…you believed you were able to do whatever they could.

Seong-hwa was originally part of a rival gang that bullied you out of sales and becoming the biggest female dealer in Seoul. After his leader (Ryui Misano) was imprisoned for committing over a hundred murders Seong-hwa decided to help you. Seong-hwa was with Ryui when he got arrested but managed to flee and skip town.

Something about you made him want to reach out a feeling of longing, he was drawn to you before all this extra shit went down. After Ryui was arrested his other subordinate Yuto Yun received all of his properties and products, you needed to get rid of him before he targeted you. If you could get your hands on Ryui’s product you could be the biggest seller in Korea with extended connections. But you couldn’t find him.

Seong-hwa sits in a chair on his balcony, his messy black outgrown hair cascading over his forehead nearly fully covering his sharp brown eyes he stares at the scenery in front him pulling a cigarette out of its pack before dialing your number in his phone, he lights it and takes a long drag before pressing the call button and waiting.

You stare at the unknown number and answer the call after letting it ring twice. “Hello….?” You say a hint of caution in your voice.

“Hi there pretty~” Seong-hwa purrs into the receiver as he exhales a cloud of smoke.

Your eyes widen slightly and you quickly recognize the voice “…Seong-hwa…..? I thought Ryui got arrested, weren’t you with him….? How are you calling me right now?” You ask in confusion.

Seong-hwa lets out a faint laugh at your reply. “Oh dear~ you think I’m dumb?” He takes another long drag of his cigarette before speaking again. “I’ve been planning this escape for months, it finally paid off.”

You smirk slightly, flicking Your lighter a few times “so let me guess… you left town already? why did you call me…hmm?”

Seong-hwa can tell just by your tone over the phone you’re up to no good he lets out a soft sigh. “I want to make a deal.” Seong-hwa speaks plainly into the receiver and takes another long puff of his cigarette, he lets out another cloud of smoke that’s quickly blown away by the wind.

Your eyebrows raised slightly “and what might it be?”

Seong-hwa lets out a soft chuckle as he looks off into the night sky. “Ive been thinking about you…. Can’t stop. I feel like we were connected in the past life…I want to become partners with you…..Yuto’s staying at the Hyatt Regency…..Seoul bay hotel” The words came out of Seong-hwa’s mouth in a sensual way but he spoke with a serious tone of voice as well.

You scoff gently “How do I know I can trust you…..that you won't screw me like your boss did?”

“…….You don’t..” He replies back in a snarky tone of voice as he leans against the wall, he closes his eyes before taking one more deep inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and putting it out. “You’ll just have to find out for yourself~ if I’m trustworthy or not” He replies back playfully.

You wait a second before replying “…if you screw me I’ll make you regret it…” You say in a slightly threatening way “I hope you enjoy your vacation, don't miss me too much…and dont get caught…” you smirk

“Oh don’t worry dear I’m a professional~..” Seong-hwa speaks, being half sarcastic with a hint of playfulness before hanging up. The phone call abruptly ends and you hear a soft beep in your ear followed by a dial tone.

Despite Seong-hwa being a serial killer and complete psycho he acted like a genuine human he had limits when it came to assassinating (no women and no kids.)

If he wasn’t a killer he’d be a great husband.

Part two —-> (smut warning)

[eomayas]

testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

[jongbross]

(hi ! 🥺 sorry for the bad english) you can do an exo!mafia au reaction, where they are mobsters and bump into their ex after they broke up because she found out he is mafia. they still love each other and want to be together, they are suffering apart? please💞 thanks, have a good day!

a/n: your english is just fine! my first language isn't english either, so don't worry. i hope you like it 🥺

xiumin: minseok is good at hiding his feelings, he did it all this time. he was a mess after you left, but you don't need to know that so he would probably try to play it cool, talking with you but never, ever showing what he's truly feeling. that's until you ask him "have you been okay?" - then his eyes will give in the truth. that's when he'll stutter to answer you, only confirming your suspicious. to someone who has been okay, minseok definitely agrees way too quickly to meet you someday so you two can talk...

suho: he's mature, that's for sure. no matter how shattered he was when you two broke up, he respected your decision and your space. still, junmyeon hurted a lot, so when he meets you again i think he will definitely try to come up at you and ask if you wanna talk to him, if it's okay for him to approach you (because deep down he's scared you'll reject him again). little did he know that you're suffering just like (or even more) than him.

lay: mobster or not, yixing is a softie. he will never admit it, but he cried after you left. when you two meet again, his eyes get glassy with tears the moment he lies his eyes on you, feeling like you were so close but so far away at the same time. the first move will have to come from you, so don't be afraid to approach him - he will love that. yixing doesn't think he deserves to be with the one he loves, especially after you left him for such a good reason, so he doesn't fight for you because of that. please bear with him, he misses you a lot but he just wants you to be happy with whatever you decide it's good for you.

baekhyun: the first thing he felt when you left him wasn't heartbreak, but anger; maybe at himself, at you, at life... but it was there. so, because of that, baekhyun is so petty once you two meet again. he's the one to come talk to you, but he's also the one who will sarcastically say "well, you're the one who left me...", only because deep down that's still a question for him. baekhyun wants to know that you suffered just as much as he did, because after all, the breakup was all on you, he never wanted that.

chen: another one who would be ANGRY. yes, he didn't tell you he was a mobster - that's not something you just tell people, you know? but he never put you in danger, he never brought work home, and you always claimed you loved him? how could you leave him so easily, then? so yeah, once you two meet up again, be ready to deal with the most stubborn version of jongdae you've ever met. he might be feeling like he can't live, can't breathe without you - but he he will never, ever admit that to you.

chanyeol: poor chanyeol couldn't focus on his work for weeks after you left him. he might be the only one from all of them to actually consider leaving the business just so he could be with you. when you two meet again, chanyeol will make it very clear how much you hurted him, how messed up you left him, but will also let you know that he absolutely understands you and why you don't agree with his line of work. he'd be the easiest to talk to and make up, though.

d.o: honestly? it's almost like he's heartless. kyungsoo loves you a lot, he always said he does, but the moment you questioned him about the mafia you planted a seed on his brain - "if they can't love me for who i am, then maybe they don't love me at all". of course, he felt bad and lost when you left, but he's also very logical and rational. so when you two meet again, you can cry all you want in front of him - it doesn't matter how much it hurts him -, the question will still be the same: can you accept him and his job? it all depends on your answer.

kai: oh, he's stubborn. he's very stubborn. his hyungs will tell him that it's okay if he's sad after you left him, but jongin will always deny it. he pretends like he doesn't care, but that crumbles the moment he meets you again - and it gets worse when you tell him you missed him. jongin is as needy as he's stubborn, so that's all he needs to hear to finally come through with his feelings and, then, ask you to come back because he's dying without you.

sehun: you have no idea how bad you've made sehun feel when you left him. sehun spent weeks thinking about how he can't have anything good in his life, but how he also can't leave his business now because he's way too far gone. when you two meet again, more than wanting to have you back, sehun puts effort into understanding if you're fine with his line of work, and making it clear that he loves you so much and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will do everything in his power for this to happen.

[ff-rtp]

Ballet in blood

Part 6

Im soooooooo excited for you guys to get to the more tensioned scenes! I hope you going to like it ! 🙏🏻

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, shouting, guns, drugs, swearing alcool and some spicy scenes .

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Chapter 6

The night unfolded slowly, a kind of stillness settling over them after the intensity of their shared kiss. Chanyeol pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on the curve of N/a’s waist, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against her skin. For a moment, neither of them said anything, caught in the delicate balance of what had just happened. The world outside felt far away.

Chanyeol, ever the silent observer, was the first to move. “You should stay the night,” he said, his voice low and steady, but there was an unmistakable tenderness in his tone. “It’s too late, and I don’t want you out there alone.”

N/a didn’t argue. The idea of going back to her empty apartment felt strange now, especially after the night they had just shared. She nodded, her chest still tight with the emotions she couldn’t quite name. Her mind was buzzing with the realization of how much things had changed between them, how easily she had fallen into this connection with him.

Chanyeol stood up, offering his hand to help her from the couch. His grip was firm, reassuring, and he guided her through the house toward one of the spare rooms. It was just as sleek and modern as the rest of the house, but there was a warmth to it that made her feel at ease. The bed was massive, its dark sheets neatly made, and the soft glow of the nightstand light cast a calming ambiance.

“I’ll get you something to sleep in,” he murmured, leaving her standing by the bed as he disappeared into the hallway. N/a sat down, letting out a slow breath as she glanced around. The room was luxurious, far beyond what she was used to. The contrast between their lives was stark. She, who had scraped by on scholarships and hard work, and him, who had more money than he seemed to know what to do with. And yet, here they were, together in a way that felt unexpectedly natural.

Chanyeol returned moments later with one of his shirts, handing it to her with a quiet smile. “It’s big, but it’ll do,” he said, his voice softer now. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips as she took the shirt from him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Chanyeol hesitated for a moment, watching her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. Then, with a quiet exhale, he turned to leave, but not before pausing at the door. “You’ll be safe here. I’ll be just down the hall if you need anything.”

There was a weight in his words, as if he was making a promise, one she hadn’t asked for, but one she felt deep in her bones.

Before he could leave completely, N/a’s voice broke the silence. “Chanyeol… wait.”

He turned, his eyes locking onto hers, the dim light casting shadows on his sharp features. “What is it?”

N/a swallowed, gathering her thoughts. The events of the night weighed heavily on her, and the reality of her situation was starting to sink in. “I… I don’t know how to say this, but… what if I stayed here? Not just tonight, but… longer?”

Chanyeol’s expression softened, as if he had been waiting for her to ask. He took a step closer, the tension in his shoulders easing. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said, his voice low and serious. “You shouldn’t be living in that tiny apartment, struggling with money and worrying about your safety. Not anymore.”

N/a blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t expected him to offer so freely, but the idea made sense. Living with him would solve so many of her problems, saving money, staying safe, and… being with him. It felt too fast, but at the same time, something about it felt right.

“I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything,” Chanyeol continued, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. “But I can take care of you. You can focus on your dancing without worrying about rent or food. You’ll be safe here.”

N/a looked at him, her mind racing. The logical part of her was screaming that this was too much, too soon. But the part of her that had already started to trust him, the part that had felt safe in his arms tonight, was louder.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll stay.”

Chanyeol’s lips twitched into a small smile, a rare, genuine expression that made her heart flutter. “Good,” he said softly. “We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”

That night, N/a found herself lying in the unfamiliar comfort of Chanyeol’s guest bed, wrapped in the soft fabric of his shirt, her mind racing with everything that had happened. Her thoughts swirled with memories of their kiss, the violence she had witnessed, and the unexpected tenderness Chanyeol had shown her. Sleep didn’t come easily, but when it finally did, it was deep and dreamless, the safety of his home a comforting blanket around her.

The next morning, N/a woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the large windows. The events of the night before felt distant, like a dream she wasn’t quite ready to process yet. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and reached for her phone, which was buzzing on the nightstand.

A message from her ballet academy director lit up the screen, and her heart skipped a beat as she read the words.

Director: “N/a, congratulations! You’ve been chosen to lead the new routine at the Korean National Opera. This is a huge opportunity, your hard work has paid off!”

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with excitement. This was the moment she had been working for her entire life. The Korean National Opera was the pinnacle of success for a dancer like her. It was more than she could have ever dreamed.

She wanted to scream, to jump up and down with joy, but instead, she found herself staring at her phone, unsure of who to share the news with. Sunny would be excited for her, of course, but there was only one person she really wanted to tell.

Without thinking, she dialed Chanyeol’s number. He answered almost immediately, his deep voice calm and steady on the other end of the line.

“N/a?” His voice softened when he spoke her name, making her heart skip a beat.

“I got it,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’m going to lead the new routine at the Korean National Opera. It’s… it’s the biggest thing I’ve ever done.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, she wondered if he understood just how important this was to her. But when he spoke again, his voice was filled with a quiet pride that made her chest tighten.

“I knew you could do it,” he said softly. “You deserve this, N/a. I’m proud of you.”

N/a’s eyes welled up with tears at his words. It felt strange, hearing him say that. Chanyeol, the cold and ruthless man she had met only a short time ago, was proud of her. It warmed something inside her that she hadn’t realized was frozen.

“I want to celebrate with you,” he added, breaking the silence. “Let me take you out for dinner tonight. We’ll celebrate properly.”

N/a smiled, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. “I’d like that,” she said softly.

The day passed in a blur of excitement and nerves for N/a. She practiced her new routine relentlessly, her mind occasionally drifting to the thought of dinner with Chanyeol. Her heart raced with anticipation at the idea of spending more time with him, but there was also a sense of unease. It was hard to forget the danger that seemed to follow him, the dark world he lived in. Yet, she couldn’t deny how safe she felt when she was with him, even if that safety came with its own complications.

By the time evening rolled around, N/a returned to Chanyeol’s home, her new home, she reminded herself. The thought still felt foreign, but there was a certain comfort in knowing she had a place to return to, somewhere stable, somewhere he was.

She found him waiting for her in the living room, dressed in dark, well-fitted clothes that made him look as effortlessly powerful as ever. His eyes flickered with something unreadable when he saw her, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his gaze lingering on her longer than usual.

N/a felt a blush creep up her cheeks, surprised by the simple compliment. She had chosen a simple black dress, something elegant but understated. It wasn’t about impressing him, but she couldn’t help wanting to look nice for the evening. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft.

Chanyeol’s eyes softened as he approached her, his large hand gently resting on the small of her back as he led her toward the door. “I’ve made reservations at a place I think you’ll like,” he said as they stepped into the cool night air. “It’s quiet, intimate.”

She nodded, her nerves still buzzing with the excitement of her news and the quiet thrill of being with him. As they drove through the city, N/a found herself sneaking glances at Chanyeol, watching the way the lights from the city danced across his face. There was something magnetic about him, something that made her feel both drawn to him and wary at the same time.

When they arrived at the restaurant, N/a was struck by its elegance. It was tucked away in a quieter part of the city, its entrance marked by a discreet sign and soft lighting. The atmosphere inside was warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the harshness of the world outside. Chanyeol guided her to a private table near the back, away from the prying eyes of the other patrons.

As they sat down, N/a felt a sense of calm wash over her. Despite the whirlwind of emotions she had experienced over the past few days, being here with Chanyeol felt strangely right.

“You’ve been quiet,” Chanyeol observed as he studied her from across the table, his gaze penetrating. “Are you nervous?”

N/a hesitated, glancing down at the menu in front of her. “A little,” she admitted. “This… all of this is new to me. The scholarship, the opportunity at the opera… and you.”

Chanyeol’s expression softened at her words, his intense gaze never leaving her. “You’re handling it all better than you think,” he said gently. “You’ve worked hard for everything you have. You deserve this, N/a.”

She looked up at him, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. There was something comforting in the way he spoke to her, as if he truly believed in her potential, even if she didn’t always believe in herself.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, her fingers playing with the edge of the napkin in her lap. “It means a lot, hearing that from you.”

Chanyeol reached across the table, his hand covering hers in a gesture that felt both intimate and grounding. His touch was warm, steady, and it sent a shiver through her. “I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he said softly.

They ordered their meal, and as the evening went on, the conversation between them flowed easily. They talked about her ballet, about the grueling hours of practice and the pressure of leading the new routine at the Korean National Opera. Chanyeol listened intently, asking questions that showed he was genuinely interested in her world, even though it was so different from his own.

At one point, she found herself laughing at a story about one of her instructors, the sound surprising her as much as it seemed to surprise him. Chanyeol’s expression softened as he watched her, a quiet smile playing at his lips.

“I like hearing you laugh,” he admitted, his voice lower now, more intimate.

N/a blushed, feeling the heat of his gaze on her. “You make it hard to do that sometimes,” she teased, but there was no malice in her tone.

Chanyeol chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I suppose I do,” he said, his eyes darkening slightly as he leaned back in his chair, watching her with a gaze that felt both protective and possessive. “But I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself with me.”

“I’m starting to,” N/a said honestly, her voice soft. “It’s just… complicated.”

Chanyeol’s expression darkened slightly, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place in his eyes, something dangerous. “I know it is,” he said quietly. “But I’m going to keep you safe, N/a. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

The intensity of his words sent a chill down her spine, but she found herself believing him. She didn’t fully understand why, but she trusted him, even knowing the darkness that surrounded his life.

As the evening came to a close, Chanyeol insisted on walking her back to his car, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back. The night air was cool, and N/a found herself leaning into his warmth as they walked. It was a simple gesture, but it made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

When they finally reached the car, Chanyeol opened the door for her, his dark eyes lingering on her face. “Thank you for tonight,” she said quietly as she slid into the passenger seat.

Chanyeol smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made her heart skip a beat. “The pleasure was mine,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I’m proud of you, N/a. And I meant what I said before. I’ll always be here for you.”

The ride home was quiet, but the tension between them had shifted into something softer, something unspoken but understood. N/a knew that her life was changing in ways she hadn’t expected, but for the first time in a long time, she felt ready to embrace it.

When they arrived back at his home, Chanyeol walked her inside, the warmth of the house enveloping them as they stepped through the door. As they stood in the entryway, N/a turned to him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Goodnight,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

But before she could turn away, Chanyeol stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek gently. His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her again. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability she hadn’t expected from him. “Stay with me.”

N/a’s heart raced, her body frozen in place as she looked up at him, her mind spinning with the weight of his words. She didn’t know what staying with him meant, didn’t know if she was ready for what that might lead to.

But as she looked into his eyes, filled with a mix of protectiveness and something deeper, she found herself nodding, her heart making the decision for her.

“I’ll stay,” she whispered, and in that moment, she knew there was no turning back.

The air between them shifted almost immediately after N/a whispered her consent to stay. Chanyeol’s forehead pressed gently against hers, and in that moment, the softness of his touch was replaced by something more intense, more primal. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, the warmth of his hand spreading across her skin as he tilted her head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that she had only glimpsed before, but now it was undeniable. She felt it too, a pull deep inside her that she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to.

Without a word, Chanyeol’s lips crashed against hers, more demanding this time. There was no hesitation, no tentative exploring like before, just raw need. His hands slipped to her waist, pulling her closer, as if the space between them was unbearable. N/a responded instantly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened. It was frantic, desperate, and filled with a passion neither of them could control.

Chanyeol’s hands moved over her body, rough yet careful, as if he was memorizing every curve, every inch of her. He backed her against the wall, pinning her there with his body, his lips leaving hers only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. N/a gasped at the sensation, her mind spinning as she gave herself over to the moment, to him.

They didn’t speak. There was no need for words now, not when every touch, every breath was speaking for them. Chanyeol’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up in one swift motion, his eyes dark with desire as he drank her in. The intensity in his gaze made her tremble, but it wasn’t fear, it was anticipation. She wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more.

“Are you sure?” Chanyeol’s voice was low, gravelly, as he hovered above her, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes,” N/a whispered, her voice shaking with desire. “I want this… I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. With a growl of satisfaction, Chanyeol lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to his bedroom. The world outside vanished as they tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a fevered rush of kisses and touches. Clothes were discarded in a blur, leaving them skin to skin, nothing between them but the heat of their shared need.

Chanyeol’s lips found hers again, and this time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and N/a couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped her lips. Every touch, every movement felt electric, as if they were two halves of something that had been waiting to be made whole.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, a primal dance of passion and desire. Chanyeol was rough, but not careless, his strength a comfort as he took her completely. N/a arched into him, her fingers digging into his back as waves of pleasure washed over her, pulling her deeper into the moment. She had never felt anything like this before, so raw, so real. It was as if they were both burning, consumed by the fire they had ignited between them.

Time lost meaning as they reached the peak together, their breaths mingling, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their shared release. Chanyeol collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he pulled her into his arms, their skin still slick with sweat. They lay there in silence, the only sound the steady beat of their hearts slowly returning to normal.

N/a felt his arms tighten around her as he pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to be like this. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of his heart, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But before sleep could claim her completely, she felt him stir beside her.

Chanyeol’s hand moved to her hair, gently stroking her head in a way that was surprisingly tender after the intensity of their earlier passion. His fingers threaded through her hair, calming, soothing. N/a was half-asleep, her body relaxed, when she heard him whisper, his voice barely above a breath.

“You’re too good for me,” he murmured, his tone thick with emotion. “I don’t deserve you, but… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His words sent a pang through her chest, and though her body was heavy with sleep, she wanted to respond, to tell him that he was wrong, that he was more than he believed. But she stayed still, her breathing steady, letting him think she was asleep.

Chanyeol’s voice cracked slightly as he continued, and she could hear the tears in his voice, the vulnerability that he never let anyone see. “I’ll protect you, N/a. No matter what it takes… even if it costs me my life. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

A tear slid down N/a’s cheek as she listened to him, her heart aching at the raw honesty in his confession. He sounded so broken, so weighed down by the world he lived in, and yet, he was willing to sacrifice everything for her.

Chanyeol pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he rested his cheek against her hair. “You’re everything to me,” he whispered. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

N/a’s chest tightened with emotion, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and sadness. She hadn’t realized how much she meant to him, how deeply he felt for her. And in that moment, she knew she was falling for him too, falling in a way that was both terrifying and inevitable.

As sleep finally claimed her, she held onto the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. Chanyeol’s whispered promises echoed in her mind, and she knew, without a doubt, that he meant every word. No matter how dangerous his world was, no matter how dark, he would protect her. And somehow, that made her feel safer than she ever had before.

For the first time in a long time, N/a felt like she wasn’t alone. She had someone who would fight for her, someone who would stand by her side no matter what. And as she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she was falling for him too.

The next day at the academy, N/a pushed her body harder than ever before. The rehearsals for the new routine were brutal, every pirouette, every jump, demanded perfection. Her muscles screamed in protest with each movement, and by the end of the session, she was drenched in sweat, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. Bruises started to blossom on her legs and arms, a painful reminder of how much she was pushing herself, but there was something else too. Satisfaction. She had done it, her body was tired, but she had nailed every single move. Despite the pain, she couldn’t help but feel proud.

As she walked off the studio floor, stretching her sore muscles, the director made an unexpected appearance. His sharp eyes scanned the dancers, before settling on N/a. “We need to start thinking about costumes,” he announced, his tone formal but excited. “The designs are ready, and they’ll need to be fitted soon.”

N/a’s curiosity piqued. She had heard whispers about the costumes but hadn’t seen anything yet. When the director finally showed them a preview, her breath hitched. The costume was stunning, pure white, encrusted with shimmering crystals, diamonds, and intricate sparkles that made it look like something straight out of a dream. It was a vision of elegance, perfect for the lead role she was about to take on. But when the director mentioned the price, her heart sank. The cost was exorbitant, more than she could ever afford.

As much as N/a tried to focus on the beauty of the costume, the worry gnawed at her. How was she going to manage this? Ballet scholarships didn’t cover costumes, and she was already struggling with her living expenses. Still, she pushed the worry to the back of her mind for now. The rehearsals were relentless, demanding every ounce of her energy and attention. Day after day, her muscles ached, her feet blistered, and the bruises grew darker, but each session brought her closer to perfection. Each day, she worked harder, stayed later, and sometimes lost track of time altogether.

Chanyeol had become part of her routine in ways she hadn’t expected. His calls, once just occasional, had grown frequent. At first, it was simple check-ins, but now, it was almost daily. He worried about her, especially when she stayed late at the academy. His voice was a strange comfort, his concern unfamiliar but welcomed.

One particular night, after an especially grueling rehearsal, she was later than usual. As she left the academy, her body was sore, and all she wanted was to crawl into bed. She called Chanyeol on her way out, letting him know she’d be home soon.

“I’m heading home now. Don’t worry, just tired,” she said, trying to sound upbeat despite the exhaustion weighing her down.

His voice was steady but firm. “You should have called earlier. I would have picked you up.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, though her tone softened. “I’ll be home in no time.”

Instead of taking her usual route, N/a decided to cut through an alley she hadn’t used before. It was darker, less crowded, but it would shave off several minutes from her walk. The soreness in her legs made the decision easy, even if the alley felt a little too quiet.

As she moved through the alley, a prickling sensation crept over her skin. She tried to shake it off, but something didn’t feel right. Her steps quickened, and she held the phone a little tighter, still on the line with Chanyeol, but saying nothing for a moment. That’s when she heard it, footsteps behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced over her shoulder but saw nothing at first. The footsteps echoed, growing closer. She tried to stay calm, telling herself it was just her imagination. But the sound of those steps matched hers, picking up whenever she sped up, slowing down when she hesitated.

Chanyeol, still on the other end of the line, immediately noticed her silence. “N/a? What’s going on?”

“I… I think someone’s following me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“What?” Chanyeol’s tone sharpened instantly. “Where are you? Tell me.”

“I—” her breath hitched, panic setting in as she glanced around, her heart racing. “I’m in an alley. I thought it would be faster… but someone’s—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the footsteps sped up. She didn’t wait any longer. She broke into a sprint, the sound of her shoes pounding against the pavement, her breath coming in short gasps. Her phone slipped from her hand, clattering to the ground, but she didn’t stop to pick it up.

Her mind raced, her body moving on pure instinct as she weaved through the narrow alley. She could hear the footsteps behind her, getting closer. Panic clawed at her chest. She ducked behind a row of trash cans, trying to catch her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay calm, but every nerve in her body was screaming.

The sound of footsteps stopped. Silence. Her pulse was loud in her ears, and for a moment, she thought maybe she had lost them. But just as relief began to settle in, she felt it, a hand gripping her arm, yanking her roughly from her hiding place.

A scream caught in her throat. She was sure it was over. They had found her. But then—

“N/a.” The voice was low, familiar.

She opened her eyes to see Chanyeol, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled her toward him. Relief flooded her body, her legs almost giving out beneath her. Chanyeol wrapped an arm around her, his body tense as he scanned the alley.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tight with barely contained fury.

She nodded, unable to form words, still shaken by what had just happened. Chanyeol didn’t waste another second. His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he surveyed their surroundings. Whoever had been following her was gone now, but the anger simmering in him was palpable.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling her close to him as they moved out of the alley.

As they walked, N/a’s heart slowly returned to a normal rhythm, but she couldn’t shake the image of Chanyeol, his protective presence, his swift reaction. He had come for her, just as he said he would.

Once they were back in his car, the silence between them felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Chanyeol’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn’t say much, but the way he kept glancing at her told her everything she needed to know. He was worried, furious that she had been put in danger, and furious that he hadn’t been there sooner.

When they arrived at his place, Chanyeol didn’t let go of her hand, guiding her inside with a quiet but firm protectiveness. Once they were safe inside, he finally spoke, his voice soft but edged with a simmering anger.

“I told you, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said, his hand still on her arm, his thumb tracing small circles in an unconscious effort to soothe both her and himself. “No one.”

N/a nodded, still shaken but grateful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“It’s not your fault,” he interrupted, his voice softening as he looked into her eyes. “But I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore. Not after tonight.”

The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. This wasn’t just about protection anymore, there was something deeper, something that neither of them could deny. And in that moment, with Chanyeol’s hand still on her, the safety of his presence surrounding her, N/a knew that things between them had shifted again.

She wasn’t just some girl in his world anymore. She was someone he couldn’t bear to lose.

After the tense night they’d had, N/a stood under the hot stream of the shower, letting the water wash away the exhaustion, the fear, and the tension that had built up inside her. Her muscles ached from the day’s intense rehearsals, and her mind was still reeling from the events in the alley. She could hardly believe that Chanyeol had shown up when he did, like some dark protector.

Once she dried off and slipped into one of the oversized shirts Chanyeol had given her, she made her way to the bed, ready for sleep. As she climbed in, Chanyeol was sitting on the edge, watching her, his sharp eyes tracing the faint bruises on her arms and legs. He reached out, gently brushing his fingertips across a purple mark on her thigh.

“Did he touch you?” His voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge. His question wasn’t just curiosity, it was fury held in check, concern layered beneath his protective instincts.

N/a blinked, shaking her head quickly, realizing what he was asking. “No, no. These—” she glanced down at her legs and arms, “—these are from rehearsals. The routine has been brutal, and I’ve been pushing myself hard.”

Relief washed over his features, and something else, pride. He admired her determination, her strength. She wasn’t fragile, not in the way others might be. She was tough, driven, and that only made his desire to protect her stronger.

He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion finally pulling her under. She curled up into the pillows, her breathing evening out as she drifted off into sleep. Chanyeol stayed for a moment, watching her in the dim light. He couldn’t help but feel a strange pull, she was different. She didn’t belong to his world, not to the darkness that clung to him, but here she was, with him. And he wasn’t going to let her go.

Once she was asleep, Chanyeol stood, planning to get some work done. That’s when he noticed it, her phone, lying on the edge of the nightstand. He had picked it up earlier when they’d rushed out of the alley. He hadn’t had time to look at it, but now, in the quiet of the room, he couldn’t help but glance at it. The screen was cracked, the phone old and battered from use.

With a simple touch, the screen lit up, revealing a text message from Sunny: “Omg, the costume is so expensive. How are you going to manage it?”

His jaw tightened as he read the words. He didn’t even need to think about it, he knew exactly what he had to do. N/a didn’t need to worry about anything, least of all money. She had enough on her plate without struggling to cover expenses for something as vital as her ballet career.

The next morning, N/a stirred, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains waking her slowly. As she sat up, her eyes landed on her nightstand, and there it was, a brand new phone sitting in place of her old one. Confusion furrowed her brow as she picked it up, inspecting it before glancing at Chanyeol, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a casual but unreadable expression.

She padded over to him, the phone still in her hand. “Chanyeol, what’s this?” she asked softly, holding up the sleek new device. “I… I can’t accept this. You’re doing too much for me already.” Her voice wavered, guilt creeping into her words. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, or your money.”

Chanyeol’s expression softened, and without hesitation, he closed the distance between them. His large hands gently cupped her face, tilting it up toward his. “When I said I’d take care of you,” he murmured, his voice low, “I meant it in every way. That means you don’t have to worry about anything. Not your phone, not your costume, nothing.”

Before she could protest further, he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, but full of the unspoken promise he had made to her. He wasn’t going to let her struggle alone, not anymore. When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment, the intimacy between them palpable.

“I want you to focus on your dreams,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Let me handle the rest.”

N/a stared up at him, the intensity of his words leaving her speechless. She could see the determination in his eyes, the quiet resolve that told her this wasn’t something up for negotiation. A part of her wanted to argue, to insist she could handle it on her own. But another part of her,the part that had grown to trust him, to feel safe with him, wanted to accept the help he was offering. To let him take care of her, even if just for a little while.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft. “Thank you.”

Later that morning, Chanyeol drove her to the academy. The ride was quiet but comfortable, with occasional glances exchanged between them. He had a meeting scheduled with the director, but N/a didn’t ask too many questions. She knew he had his business to handle, and she had rehearsals to focus on.

When they arrived, Chanyeol walked her to the entrance, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. “I’ll see you later,” he murmured, his voice deep and reassuring.

She smiled up at him, feeling lighter than she had in days. “See you.”

As she headed to rehearsals, Chanyeol made his way to the director’s office. He knocked once before entering, not bothering to wait for permission. The director looked up, startled, but quickly masked his surprise with a practiced smile.

“Ah, Mr. Park, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

Chanyeol didn’t bother with pleasantries. He strode across the room and placed a thick stack of money on the director’s desk, his gaze hard, his tone brooking no argument. “This is for N/a’s costume,” he said flatly. “From now on, if she needs anything,anything, you come to me. Don’t ask her for money again.”

The director blinked, taken aback, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Mr. Park. I’ll make sure of it.”

Chanyeol didn’t wait for a response. He turned on his heel and left the office, his mind already returning to N/a and the promise he had made to her. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore, not money, not danger, not anything as long as he was there. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

As rehearsals progressed throughout the week, N/a found herself caught up in the rhythm of her demanding routine. Each day, she pushed herself harder, the exhaustion hanging over her like a heavy blanket. The bruises on her body had become familiar companions, a testament to her determination and resolve. She was proud of every mark, a reminder that she was fighting for her dreams.

But even amidst the pain and the long hours, there were moments of levity, especially when Chanyeol was around. After each rehearsal, she’d find herself texting him updates about how things were going. He would reply with encouragement, teasing messages that made her smile even when her muscles ached. The bond between them grew stronger, and she began to feel something deeper, a connection that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged but was palpable in every stolen glance and gentle touch.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling session, N/a sat on the edge of the stage, wiping sweat from her brow with a towel. Her fellow dancers were chatting and laughing, their energy infectious, but her mind wandered. She thought about her new phone and how Chanyeol had insisted on taking care of her. Despite her initial guilt, she found comfort in his actions. He was always there, checking in, making sure she had everything she needed.

As she stretched her tired legs, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Chanyeol: “How’s my ballerina doing?”

She smiled, her heart warming at his words. With a quick reply, she typed, “Sore but happy. Just finished a tough rehearsal.” She hesitated, then added, “I miss you.”

His response came almost immediately: “I miss you too. How about dinner later? I’ll pick you up.”

Her heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. Dinner with Chanyeol had become a highlight of her week. “Sounds perfect,” she replied, excitement bubbling within her.

Later that evening, N/a found herself anxiously preparing for his arrival. She changed into a simple yet elegant dress that hugged her curves, a look that was effortless but made her feel beautiful. She stared at her reflection, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling inside her.

When Chanyeol knocked on her door, her heart skipped a beat. She opened the door, and there he stood, tall, handsome, and radiating an undeniable aura of confidence. He wore a fitted shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique, and when his eyes landed on her, a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice warm.

“Thanks,” she replied, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and genuine, making her feel a flutter in her stomach. “Shall we?”

As they walked to his car, N/a felt the tension in the air shift, a current that wrapped around them. Chanyeol opened the passenger door for her, a small gesture that sent her heart racing. Once they were on their way, she found herself stealing glances at him, captivated by how effortlessly charming he was.

Over dinner, they fell into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. Chanyeol was surprisingly attentive, asking questions about her rehearsals, genuinely interested in her progress. N/a found herself opening up more than she usually did, her voice animated as she recounted the challenges she faced during practice and how she felt about leading the new routine.

They finished their meal, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. After dinner, they decided to take a walk in a nearby park, the air crisp and refreshing. As they strolled, Chanyeol took her hand, intertwining their fingers, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

“You deserve this, N/a,” he said earnestly. “You’ve put in so much effort, and it’s finally paying off.”

“Thank you for always being there for me,” she replied, her voice soft. “I don’t know how I would have managed without your support.”

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “I’ll always be here for you. You know that, right?”

She nodded, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. There was something reassuring in his touch, an unspoken promise that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

As they enjoyed their meal, the conversation shifted. Chanyeol seemed to grow more contemplative, his eyes focused on her with an intensity that made her heart race. “Can I ask you something?” he said, his tone serious.

“Of course,” N/a replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?” he asked, searching her gaze. “What do you want for your future?”

N/a considered his question, her heart racing as she thought about her dreams. “I want to perform. I want to be part of something beautiful, something that makes people feel,” she said passionately. “But more than that, I want to be happy, truly happy. I want to share my life with someone who understands me.”

Chanyeol’s expression shifted, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual cool demeanor. “What if I told you that I want to be that person for you?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

N/a’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding. “You? You want to be with me?”

“More than anything,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You bring light into my life in a way I didn’t know I needed. I want to be with you through all of it, the good, the bad, everything.”

Her heart swelled at his confession, warmth spreading through her. “I feel the same way, Chanyeol. You’ve changed my life.”

He took a deep breath, and for a moment, she could see the uncertainty flicker across his face. “N/a, I know my life is complicated, and I’m not perfect. But I want to build a future with you. I want to be there for you, to support you in your dreams. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

N/a felt her heart race as she processed his words. “Chanyeol…”

He interrupted her softly, a nervous yet determined look in his eyes. “I want to ask you something important.”

In that moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, placing it gently on the table between them. “N/a, will you marry me?”

Time seemed to freeze as she stared at the box, her heart racing in disbelief. She opened it slowly, revealing a delicate ring, glistening under the soft restaurant lights. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him, struggling to find her voice.

“Chanyeol… are you serious?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I know we’ve only just started this journey, but I want to take this step with you. You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine a future without you.”

N/a felt a rush of warmth wash over her, the weight of his words settling in her heart. All the moments they had shared, the laughter, the fear, the intimacy, it all came rushing back. She realized that this was what she had been longing for, a future built together.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking with emotion. “Yes, I will marry you!”

Chanyeol’s face broke into a radiant smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. They both laughed, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as he leaned across the table, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her heart swelling with happiness.

“Neither can I,” he replied, holding her tightly. “But it’s real, and I promise to protect you and love you for the rest of my life.”

They pulled back, gazing into each other’s eyes, the world around them fading as they reveled in the magic of their moment. In that restaurant, under the soft glow of the lights, they had found something profound, a bond that transcended their troubled pasts. It was the beginning of their forever, a new chapter filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

bloodline. - masterlist

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping

Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action

Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name

Chapter 1: Bloodline

Chapter 2: Anathema

Chapter 3: La Belle

Chapter 4: Areté

Chapter 5: Exodus