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simsadventures · 4 years ago

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Gilded: Chapter 2: Our House (The Mess We’ve Made)

Mobster! Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve doesn’t like to be questioned, and you learn that the hard way. When he wants something, he gets it, and now he wants to have everything over with as quickly as possible. But there are a few bumps on the road.

Warnings: mafia au, swearing, violence, blood, threats, violence on women, slight mention of a rape, fluff, I mean, Steve is very demanding here, but it’s a theme so…

Word Count: 6087

A/N: I’m beyond excited that you guys liked the first chapter so much and are giddy for the next one. So, here we have it. More of our arranged couple and more mafia stuff. Let me know what you thought, and again, thank you for reading! xx

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“You did what? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Y/N, I love you, but you must have hit your head real hard because this is not like you, at all,” Caroline reasoned, but you could see she was close to losing it completely.

They were both waiting for you to come home that night, and you first had to make sure neither of them would talk about anything you were about to reveal. You trusted both of them with your life, that wasn’t the issue, but you were afraid that if they talked outside of your apartment, Steve might know and the things he could do to them would be the core of your future nightmares, you were sure of it. When they finally agreed, you got to explaining. But you didn’t even get a full sentence out before they started jumping in it, asking questions and wildly swatting their hands, trying to make you see just how stupid of an idea it actually was.

“Do you think I don’t know it sounds insane? I do, but also like, it’s gonna take care of so many issues, and, I mean, all he needs from me, as far as I understood it, is to go to a few events with him, go to some vacations with him and that would be all. I mean, I can still have the job I actually enjoy and don’t have to slave in that fucking pub with all those weirdos, and I won’t have to worry about money,” you tried to sound reasonable and sensible, but from the looks on your best friends’ faces, you weren’t doing too good of a job.

“Right, right, cool. So, you wanna tell me that the most notorious fucking mobster in America will let you live here, with us, while he parades you around the city at night? Or that he doesn’t have enemies you should worry about? Or what about the fucking police, Y/N, huh? Have you thought of that? You will be affiliated with a known criminal, and they will start to notice you and your life won’t be as easy as you picture it,” Aidan sighed and massaged his temples, the stress of it all getting the best of him.

You sat down next to them and smiled at them fondly. It was sweet that they worried so much about you, and just the mere thought that there were people on this planet who gave a shit about you, even to the point of yelling at you at 11 PM on Wednesday night was heartwarming. You understood their reservations, you really did, but you also knew this all before you said yes to Steve. You knew it wouldn’t be as easy, and while you weren’t sure whether you would have to live with Steve in Manhattan or somewhere else, or if he let you just be on your own, you knew you could take it. The police didn’t scare you, you’ve had enough training in diverting the police from yourself, so the police was the last thing on your mind. Besides, you were signing petitions left and right to defund them, so… You were pretty sure they already knew your name from the demonstrations in front of their precincts.

Enemies were a bit more challenging to handle, but you were sure Steve wouldn’t want his new wife to die on his watch. How would that look for him? So really, all that was at stake was your sanity and your integrity, and thinking about it, Steve didn’t ask you to do something illegal. The only thing he wanted from you was to be a good girl, marry him and be by his side. And you could do that. And you were only human, Steve was a sight to behold, so you didn’t mind being connected to him, even though he specifically told you he wasn’t attracted to you.

That one still stung, but maybe it was for the better. You wouldn’t have to worry about doing something stupid when the other party was completely uninterested, and knowing it, you could just never let your body have even a minor crush on him, so the situation really resolved itself even before anything could have happened.

“I really think I can gain more than I can lose, you guys. I didn’t imagine my life being like this, far from it, and maybe Steve and his money can help me get where I want. And I won’t even have to sleep with him or anybody else. He even talked about putting a no-sex clause in our contract so that I would be safe even on paper. You always tell me that I’m not taking enough risks and that I stay rooted in my comfort zone. Well, this is quite the improvement, isn’t it?” You laughed, and they both just shook their heads but chuckled nevertheless.

“You are a psychopath, babe,” Aidan muttered but gave you a side hug, and Caroline soon joined.

“We love you and worry about you, that’s all. But if you feel good about this, then so do we. I just hope he’s ready for our wrath if anything even remotely bad happens to you,” Caroline said, and the three of you started to laugh. You would bet somebody like Steve would be scared shitless from two 20-something-year-olds who, one who was scared of wasps so much she almost fainted every time she saw one, and the other having a hard time peeling a grapefruit. Yup, they were the combat duo you would bet your money on in a fight, for sure.

Waking up, you had a good feeling about the decision, even more so than the night before. You had mulled it over and over in your head, seeing that this was the way out of everything and also your way to a lot of those things you wanted to have by now. You even thought of the saying, sometimes, the only way out is through, and this was your through. There was no foreseeable way of getting out of debt, of getting out of the depression caused by your hectic and unsatisfying life. Your way through it was accepting Steve’s money and his help for a year, freeing you from the shackles of your current life, in a sense.

That it would come with a different kind of shackled you were sure of, but everything was better than your life now because you really couldn’t even call it a life. You wanted so many things, see so many places, but the world wasn’t made for the people playing by the rules, slaving in their ordinary jobs. No, this capitalist world was made for sharks, and you had been disguised as a sheep for too long.

When you got to the gallery, you were welcomed by a sight that surprised you, and not in a good way. Where you were used to sitting every day for the past two years was another girl. She was pretty, and you bet she was wonderful, but at that very moment, all you saw was that somebody replaced you.

You swiftly unlocked the door and walked in, the girl standing up immediately to greet you with a shy smile and a wave. You couldn’t be a complete bitch to her, after all, this was way above her pay grade. So, you just nodded and strode towards the offices where the director sat.

“Good morning, Ms Y/L/N. I see you have met Laura, our new receptionist. And before you say anything, I just wanted to tell you that we appreciate everything you had done for this gallery for so long and that we thought it was time for you to learn some other skills, as you are more than capable of that,” he smiled warmly, and you weren’t sure if it was a nice way of saying you were let go of, or if you were promoted.

“What does that mean, Mr Jones?” You asked incredulously, not really in the mood to search in between the lines.

“You have become my personal secretary, Ms Y/L/N. Congratulations! I know you have the aspiration of becoming a curator, so, this way, you could get a little closer to art even though there is still some way to go, naturally,” he winked and chuckled, and you let yourself relax with the news.

Wow! Your life was already taking a turn for the better, and all you had to was to go with your gut and risk a little. You wanted to laugh out loud at the universe and its mysterious ways of working. But, thinking of mysterious, your mind suddenly pictured Steve and his devilish smirk, and your smile faltered.

“And may I ask, why now? Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely grateful for the chance, and I will do my best to succeed in expectations. I just wonder what happened that the chance has come now?”

Mr Jones scratched the back of his neck, and you gritted your teeth. You already knew that it wasn’t the universe praising you for your bravery. No, this had nothing to do with the universe.

“More things have come together, to be quite honest, Ms Y/L/N. First, my long-time secretary left for her maternity leave a few weeks ago, as you might remember, and I have been looking for her replacement ever since. And I forgot what an amazing student we had here, who is already established with the clients and with our partners, and that this will be a win-win situation for everybody. And your fiancée was quite adamant that your resumé is remarkable and that I should give you a chance,” he smiled and piled gathered in your throat.

How Steve managed to persuade Jones to do this was beyond you when you left him only a few hours ago, most of which were during the night, so there wasn’t much room for negotiation between the parties. You just hoped people wouldn’t start treating you differently when they realised your affiliation. That was the only thing you obviously didn’t think through: the opinion of the society. And since the New York society had been one of the most judging and selective ones even back in the 19th and 20th century, you knew not that much has changed since. People were afraid of Steve, with a good reason too, and now they might become frightened of you too. Fucking awesome.

“I want to assure you that my fiancée won’t be present in my work life, however notorious he is,” you tried to sound as confident in what you were saying as you could, but you weren’t sure if you were doing a good job. But Mr Jones just smiled and sat down, signalling for you to sit down opposite of him, and he started talking about business and about what the job actually was. And while you tried to give him your full attention, there was this angry voice in your head, ready to bite Rogers’ head off. He would meet your famous wrath sooner than you thought, but it was all his fault anyway.

The job was, actually, quite impressive. As your boss told you, you got to meet several artists already, you could sit in the meeting where they decided what kind of art the gallery was interested in, and you soaked all that in like a sponge. You were radiating by the end of the day, and the wrath subsided a little, but only till the moment, you saw a black SUV parked in front of the gallery and one of the turtlenecks standing beside it.

You decided that if Steve could do what he wanted, so could you and so you walked in the opposite direction than was the car, leaving the turtleneck yelling your name and running after you. But you ignored him completely, even when he reached you and patted your shoulder, slightly bewildered that you recognised him and still decided not to do as he said. Oh, these obnoxious mobsters needed to learn that they couldn’t get everything they wanted.

“Miss Y/L/N, please, you need to come with me. Mr Rogers is waiting for you in the car,” he said, and you finally stopped and looked him deep in the eyes while you folded your arms across your chest. You hoped you looked intimidating, but since the guy was wearing a pair of sunglasses you couldn’t be entirely sure whether it worked. But you didn’t relent and just stared him down, and when he shifted uncomfortably, you knew you were winning this contest.

“Would you please come with me? Mr Rogers hates to wait,” he mumbled the last thing, and you would have snickered if you weren’t so determined to be the tough guy there. It was only when you heard other footsteps somewhere behind you, and the guy in front of you actually flinched that you realised the big boss himself was there to get you.

“No, Mr Rogers really doesn’t like to wait, Y/N. Is this the way to treat your fiancée?” Steve asked when he reached you, and you shuddered from the poisonous undertone in his voice. Safe to say, it might not have been the best strategy to try and walk away from him, but you had decided for it once, and now you were gonna stand by your decision.

“Oh, I don’t know, darling,” you hissed but continued before he could comment on your behaviour, “is intimidating my boss to give me a promotion a way to treat me? You really think you have control over everything and everyone, Steve, but let me tell you something. This is my fucking life, and you have no fucking right to march in and do as you please!”

He just raised a brow, and his nostrils flared before you felt his hand on your upper arm, squeezing it so tightly you were sure your arm wasn’t getting any blood. But you didn’t want him to win, which would definitely happen if you pleaded with him, so you just gritted your teeth and stared him down. Steve nodded at the guys around him to leave you two, and they took a few steps back, sure enough to protect their boss but to give him at least some privacy with you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me in that tone, huh? I think you’ll understand soon enough that disobedience is punished greatly here, honey! So, stop acting like a brat who gets off from causing scenes in public and come with me. And, for your information, this is a fucking order, and I dare you to move from me again,” Steve spat in your ear, and you trained your eyes on the ground.

Well, not your best idea, you had to admit that, and you valued your own head enough to just shut up and follow him. And by following him, you meant walking beside him because Steve obviously didn’t trust you enough to let go of your arm, even if his grip loosened slightly.

He thrust you in the car with a force that could scare many, but it only just slightly surprised you. When he finally sat down next to you, he bid the driver to just go and stared out of the window, not addressing you in any shape or form, and you huffed in annoyance.

“Look, Steve, you brought me here for a reason, so what do you want? I thought we agreed to meet tomorrow and not today, in broad daylight in front of my job.”

“Show some respect!” He roared, and you saw the eyes of the bodyguards, or whatever they were, flick towards you in fear. It was funny how such huge men were clearly so afraid of one of them. You remained calm, however, and just remained looking at him. Then you realised something. He didn’t mind your mouth the night before that much when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t stand it when people were around. He needed to be the man, his people needed to know that nobody treated him differently and that not even his future wife could disobey him, let alone publicly. You swallowed your pride and shifted your gaze elsewhere.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I’ve had a long day, and I’m taking it on you now. I just wished you spoke to me before you called my boss, but still, thank you for the opportunity,” you muttered meekly, and the triumphant look on Steve’s face spoke volumes. He just hummed and patted your shoulder, his own shoulders slacking and relaxing. These people were so easy to read, you were actually quite astounded that they weren’t played like violins by some secret agents or something like that. Well, you thought, at least you could play them, and it would make your life a little easier if you did it well enough.

“I came because we needed to discuss more things, honey. I had a pressing matter to attend to yesterday so I couldn’t stay longer, but I have the whole afternoon reserved just for you today, so we can go over all the parts of our agreement in great detail and that we can start planning our wedding,” he flashed you a smile, and it was your time to tense up because if you were to have a wedding soon, which was clearly something Steve wanted, you needed to get a move on and that stressed you out. The arrangement might have been just for a year, but you knew that Steve’s wedding was supposed to be magnificent, showing all that he obtained and all that the mere mortals couldn’t have. You included.

But then you realised something.

“Sure, but I need to take care of something first if you don’t mind,” you added quickly seeing the mobster next to you tensing up again. “As I no longer work at Joey’s pub, I need to get my things from there. My boss called me this morning telling me that I still had my work shoes and other stuff there and that I should pick it up or they’ll throw it away.”

“Just give the address to the driver, we’ll get it, and then we’ll go to my place- oh, excuse me- our place and discuss what we need,” he said simply, and you followed his orders.

The rest of the drive was silent, and you could unwind a little, reminisce about the 24 hours you have had. From taking the subway anywhere you needed to, to driving in an armoured SUV with the most prolific mafia boss of the USA, your life took quite the turn. You needed to set some boundaries with Steve, but you needed to do it tactfully and, most importantly, alone. You hadn’t known him at all, but you knew the type. There would be reasoning with him as long as he thought he had a free choice and knew that his position wasn’t neither threatened nor questioned.

This was a part of your agreement that you actually didn’t mind. Joey’s pub was not the fanciest of places in New York and while some of the customers were lovely and tipped well, the weekend sort was made of sleazy assholes who would touch you without your permission and not having to be around them would definitely be something you could get used to.

The boss who’s name wasn’t Joey, surprise, surprise, but Thomas, nodded your way when you came in. The pub was only half full, but the odour of mixed sweat, beer and vomit was ever the same. Gosh, how you couldn’t wait to be out of there.

Taking the places of the little box by the box with beer cans, you scanned the supply closet one last time and nodded as a goodbye. However, when you turned around, you bumped into somebody, and it sent you flying back a bit as you didn’t expect anybody to be there with you. You looked up to see Thomas standing there, looking pissed.

“Funny! I never knew you were on the market, pussycat. And now I find out you are newly engaged and to Mr Rogers no less? I thought you said you didn’t want a relationship,” he sneered as he neared you and you instinctively took a step back. That he had a crush on you, you knew, and you told him multiple times that you weren’t interested, that you weren’t looking for a boyfriend and that you just wanted to be left alone. You scoffed at his immature behaviour now and tried to push around him without saying a word because you knew there was no talking to people like him. But he wouldn’t let you go, of course.

“Maybe if I fucked you, you would see that I deserve you just as much, huh?” He hissed and took your already sore arm, yanking you towards him till you were pressed tight against his chance. You still remained calm, knowing that trashing and screaming would get you nowhere.

“Let me go, Thomas. Steve is outside, and he is waiting for me, so I suggest you take your disgusting hands off of me and just let me go,” you tried to reason, but, again, there was no such thing with dumbasses like him. What was more, he probably didn’t like your remark about his disgusting hands, and so, without warning, he slapped you right across your left cheek.

That made you gasp for the first time because till then, you really thought he was just playing and that he would let you go, but now seeing the bewildered look on his face, you suddenly realised that maybe you didn’t have the upper hand in the argument.

“Like fuck he is, what would Rogers do in these parts, huh? I bet it wasn’t even him who called me last night and that you were just trying to get the upper hand. But guess what, you fucking whore, you are not getting out of here until I fuck you unconscious,” he roared and you gulped, trying to think of possible escape routes. But you were in a fucking supply closet, so there was literally just the one door, and Thomas was occupying the whole space in front of it. So, you’d just have to fight your way through. You were a little rusty, but this big-bellied idiot would stand no chance.

But before you had the opportunity to execute your plan, the door behind him flew open and revealed one fo the turtlenecks (you made a mental note to actually learn their names because this was just awkward) and a very angry-looking Steve.

Thomas faltered in his movement towards you and checked who had the audacity to interrupt him. The shock and fear on his face were priceless.

Steve didn’t waste any more time as he lunged himself at the man and punched him straight in the nose, and the sickening crack you heard must have meant Steve broke it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to pity Thomas. You warned him, even though you didn’t expect Steve actually coming to your rescue. There were some advantages to being tied to him, it seemed.

The turtleneck then took Steve’s place by Thomas, probably so that he wouldn’t escape and Steve marched towards you, still looking too pissed for you to stand calmly under his searching gaze.

“Did he hurt you?” He sneered but didn’t wait for your reply as he checked your face, seeing your puffed left cheek which told him all he needed to know. The bruise already forming on your arm was both from him and from Thomas, so he didn’t comment on that, but Steve wiped the trickle of blood in the corner of your mouth before he turned around and now calmly walked towards Thomas.

“Next time that degenerated brain of yours even thinks of her, I will come and slice your throat. Am I clear?” Steve spat into Thomas’s face who just nodded, probably glad that he got out of it so easily. What he didn’t see coming (and to be honest, neither did you) was the turtleneck suddenly pulled out a big-ass knife out of somewhere and the air filled with the bone-chilling cries as he cut Thomas’ finger off as if it was the most normal thing to do before he wiped the knife on Thomas’s shirt and tucked it back in his pocket. The blood flowing from the wound was thick and almost purple, and you had to shut your eyes at the scene. But the image was already seared into your brain forever.

“Fucking rapist,” Steve said and kicked the already laying man, motioning to the turtleneck and you that you were to follow him. But your legs weren’t listening to your brain, as you were just watching Thomas writhing in pain, wailing and sobbing, and all that because he dared to touch you. An involuntary shudder shook your body, and it as only when you felt an arm around your torso, pulling you to the person’s side that you woke up. Steve didn’t say anything as he came back and wrapped his arm around you, walking you out of there, probably used to that people were dazed when they saw that much blood. And that was just a cut-off finger, how would it look if a person actually bled out there?

“Here, have a piece of chocolate, it should help you,” Steve whispered into your ear as he handed you a little piece when you finally made it to his car, and you took it without question, savouring the sweet taste on your tongue as it streamed into your system like the most delicious medicine. You took a deep breath, your brain recognising that it was a different environment and that the stench of the pub was long gone as was the blood.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you heard yourself saying meekly, but there was no reprimanding him, there was no anger in your voice and Steve heard that. He knew it was the shock of the scene talking because you weren’t one of them. You didn’t see blood on an almost daily basis as he did and you had the right to be surprised.

“I actually had to, Y/N. He touched you, he hurt you and nobody hurts what’s mine. And you are mine now or will be very soon, and I can’t have dickheads like him running around the city thinking they are invincible. You are under my protection, and the whole world has to realise that,” he tried to make you see his point, and when you nodded solemnly, he saw you understood it. You might not have been ok with it, but that was another thing, and that would take time. Steve hoped people wouldn’t be so dumb and try anything on you, but, the truth be told, inwardly he knew he would have to protect you more often than not because some people had a death wish.

“Are you up to discussing our marriage, or do you want me to drive you home?” He asked, and you looked at him for the first time since the pub scene. You shook your head and chuckled a little, not understanding where was this coming from. It was apparent that there were many layers to Steve Rogers, but his mood swings were giving you a headache already. One second he was the infamous mobster and the other he impersonated a caring boyfriend?

“I’m fine, Steve, thank you. I was just taken by surprise because I thought I would have to take him down myself, and I probably wouldn’t cut off his finger in the process, but we all do our things. I’m good for a discussion, if you are,” you gave him your best encouraging smile and Steve stared at you in disbelief for a moment before he averted his eyes towards the driver and gave him a signal that he was to take you two to Steve’s mansion.

Three hours later, you regretted your decision greatly. Steve and you had been talking the whole time, trying to reach a compromise that would be suitable for both of you considering your marriage and your wedding. You were quite surprised when Steve came up with things that were up for discussion because you really thought he would just come with a set of rules for you to follow, and that would be it. Well, the set of rules was there, but so were other things, like where you’d like to live (it was either the New York mansion which he called the apartment or some villa he had in Hamptons, apparently), what were the countries he could take you (which was actually a nice touch) and others. You didn’t give a damn about a lot of the stuff, but the countries were something that caught your attention.

“I would love to visit different places, that’s beyond doubt, but I do not wish to be taken to California, ever,” you insisted, and while Steve tried to inquire why it was that California was on your hard-no list, you wouldn’t budge. You just told him that you weren’t a fan of the hot weather and the swarm of people you heard was in LA and that it was the only place where you wouldn’t go with him, under no circumstances. After a while, he gave up and just jotted it down with a nod.

“Now, to the sex thing, do you want it on paper that I don’t want you in this way or are you good with my word?”

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you tossed your pride away again. This was a business meeting, and Steve was actually extremely honest with you, so the best you could do was to be frank with him as well.

“I’m good with your word, thank you for asking. What I’d like on paper is that you won’t trade me with information. I don’t wanna wake up one morning to be chained by some of your pistol-buddies who wanted to fuck Steve’s wife,” you raised a brow, and Steve chuckled and licked his lips, which was something that got your attention. You snapped at your brain to stop the thought flooding your brain, and a part of you considered putting licking his own lips around you on the hard-no’s list for a second.

“Alright, I will never do that, and I will put that in our contract. Now, have you decided where you want to live? And no, your own apartment isn’t an answer. I’m willing to pay the expenses so that your friends can stay there, but you are coming to live with me, either here or in Hamptons. So, which one is it?”

“Here,” you answered after a while, “I have my job here so I can’t be going back forth to Hamptons every day. Speaking of my job, will you require my presence at every meeting? I’m just asking if I even have a chance attaining my job as is, or if I should quit now because you will never let me go there again.”

“I would have let them fire you if I thought about not letting you work there anymore, now, wouldn’t I? Most of the meetings that I will need you are at night, so your work is fine. I hope your boss will give you enough vacation days because we will need those, but other than that, I think you will be fine at the gallery. Besides, I’ve assigned a personal bodyguard for you who will go everywhere with you, so you won’t have to worry about anybody attacking you,” he concluded, looking proud of himself. You, on the other hand, were bewildered.

“A personal what now? Steve, I can’t just show up at work with some huge guy in all black following me everywhere I move. I saw the looks from some of my coworkers, and they would never accept me if I had a bodyguard, c’mon,” you were desperate now because just the thought made you shudder.

“This is not negotiable, so just learn to live with it. Alright, I think that’s all from that, and we will both sign it before the wedding. Now, the wedding will be next week. I already hired planners, so that the only thing you need to care about is the wedding dress. It’s just for a show, and if it were up to me, we would just go to the city hall, but the world needs to see this wedding, so we’re doing it in the Weylin. Write down your favourite colours and flowers, the cake will be red velvet, and that’s not negotiable, but everything else you want, you write down, and the planners will do it. Also, write down all the guests you’d like to invite, family and all that, so we know how many guests we’re having,” Steve rambled on, but your mind wandered towards your family.

None of them would be attending the wedding, and your heart gave a painful tug at the thought. You had always wanted your dad to walk you down the aisle, and he was so excited to do so, but now that wasn’t possible. And your beautiful mother… The memories made your eyes water, but you blinked the tears away quickly enough so that Steve wouldn’t see them. But he was used to reading people, so he saw your reaction to him mentioning a family very clearly, he just decided against commenting on it. Yet.

“Alright, I’ll send you all the lists by Saturday, if that’s good enough, and I’m actually good with red velvet. It would be a problem if you said some cakes with loads of nuts because I’m extremely allergic to a majority of those, you should know about that, but red velvet is fine enough,” you nodded, and Steve did as well, glad he didn’t have to fight you on that one. Not that it would be a fruitful fight since the red velvet was his favourite type of cake on Earth.

“I want you to move in before the wedding, I’ll have a room set up for you tomorrow, and you can bring whatever you want from your home. You will have access to my credit card, but I’m warning you, excessive spending will not be tolerated, alright?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but bowed your head in mocked understanding. Steve had obviously spent his life with women only caring about the sum on his credit card, while you couldn’t care less. The card would be good for the wedding dress, but that was about it. You realised a long time ago that the fashion industry was one of the most dangerous ones for the environment, and while you still shopped from time to time, you tried to reduce it to a minimum. And if you did shop, you loved local stores and fair-trade manufacturers, who vowed to keep the well-being of the planet their number one priority.

“I’ll take it that you understood it. Fine, so, you’ll move in tomorrow, I think my people can manage it till that. So, they’ll pick you up, let’s say, around 8 PM? That enough time?”

You blinked and took the information in. He wanted you to move in tomorrow. Not in a week so you’d have time to actually pack and say goodbye to your friends, even if you still planned on meeting them every other day or so. You wanted a goodbye sleepover where you’d just laugh and drink and hope that the year would be a good one. Or, at least, not a disastrous one.

“That’s definitely not enough time, Steve. Can’t it wait till next week? I need to say goodbye to my friends, and it’s already late, so we can’t do it tonight and just… Give me at least till Saturday evening, Steve, please,” you tried to bargain, and while you saw he wasn’t the greatest of fans, he agreed eventually. That ended your discussion, and you were soon driven away from the house you would soon call yours.

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nymphigeon · 5 years ago

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From me, to you || 01

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.1k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): swearing, crime, a sex club, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of hybrid abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of the mafia.

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you'll give it to him.

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The weather has been terrible lately. The summer heat has been replaced by cold days full of rain and wind. The sky is constantly grey with now and then a flash of light caused by the thunderbolt that decided to say hi. Leaves have turned brown, dying as the trees don’t have the resources to take care of them anymore.

The flock of people on the streets has all but disappeared, giving shops an opportunity to adjust their opening times. Animals feel the need to hide away more and leave to their homes underground or high up. Some even completely move to places where the sun shines brighter. Of course, because where the sun shines there is warmth.

Now sometimes autumn is associated with warm chocolate milk in front of the fire place wrapped up in a blanket. A slow song is playing in the background on low volume while you’re playing cards on the floor, or well most likely on a rug. Seated comfortably, your back against the sofa and your knees raised, nicely cuddled up into yourself, or perhaps someone else.

The sound of rain hitting the windows acts as a lullaby during your time inside. And if you do forcefully need to get out for a short time, the pleasant petrichor will softly welcome you. Or maybe this sounds more like winter? What does it matter, both seasons are cold.

At the time mother nature decided to shift it’s warmth to other places on earth, a thick layer of unease seemed to settle over the city. Like all the fun the sunrays brought were traded for despair. Awfully noticeable in how the amount of cases for the local police have risen dramatically.

People are staying at home so everyone who was hired during the busy summer has to be fired. There is too much staff otherwise. People in this particular town already aren’t the richest in the world, imagine what happens when employment rates drop.

Crimes have been a regular subject for the news. The few that did go outside, now stay at home out of fear. Curtains closed, lights out, please don’t enter my house. Or curtains opened, lights on, there is someone at home.

Most offenders have yet to been caught. Everyone is your enemy now. Don’t trust the neighbour who came home late last night. The sound of your glass falling is the window being broken. I’m calling the police.

While jewellery is being stolen at one side, someone will use the opportunity of the police being busy to kill the innocent. Or maybe they didn’t pay back the money they got from some sketchy dude in an alleyway down the street. Not so innocent anymore.

The only workers making bank at the moment are those with a career in law enforcement. Oh and those criminals were talking about. That includes hybrid dealers and unlicensed sex clubs.

When my boss called me to work, I didn’t expect to hear about a hybrid deal gone wrong inside said unlicensed sex club. Just for your information, treating hybrids like slaves has been long forbidden. You can own them, show off your wealth all you want, but the instant you hurt the half-animal you can see your money out the door. In return, you can expect expensive fines and imprisonment. At least that’s what is supposed to happen.

Still a blind eye is often turned to incidents involving hybrids by both the general public and law enforcements. You can also be fined for not turning in the information you have of a possible abuser, but say that’s also ignored, there is no other law backing the poor hybrid up.

The laws were originally established because the half-animals are also half-humans, created by some crazy scientist who perished years ago. Some rogue failed experiment turned on him. A warning for humans not to take in wild animal hybrids, not that anyone listened. Those wild animal hybrids are sometimes worth more money than the diamond necklace your mafia-boss husband got you.

The second I agreed to meet my colleagues at the crime scene I was hung up on, the beeping tone at my ear notifying me. I love the work I need to do, but I hate the people involved. It pays the bills though, so you won’t see me complaining. I get my stuff together and head out the house. It’s dark outside, raining too. The darkness might be explained by the fact that it’s 11 pm at night. Not the greatest time to be out. Luckily my job has provided me with a car, so you won’t see me walking.

During the ride the radio plays reports of different crimes throughout the city. Some happened at the exact same time, others had no connection whatsoever, yet they ended up being executed by the same group. Tv shows like CSI have been stuffing these sinners with the confidence to rob a place. The average criminal is luckily stupid enough not to know these shows don’t show the entire picture. However, that didn’t make them any easier to catch according to this radio report. On the other hand, what radio stations don’t know is that police won’t show them the entire picture either. Well they’re just there to spread panic, fact checking isn’t a job requirement.

The rain makes the view basically non-existent. Coming down like the angels are just throwing buckets of water over our heads, everything in the distance is blurry. Or maybe they just drank a lot, who knows. Weather reports have been warning for slippery roads, albeit I think they forgot to mention anything about nature made swimming pools outside of our houses.

Seeing as there is nothing good to report on the news they might as well downplay everything to give viewers their daily dose of good news. There is no good news though, and pretending that there is, is dangerous. Hope will only crush future expectations of being safe. Not that they care, they just need high ratings.

Seeing blurry blue and red lights in the distance is my indication that I’m getting close. I’ve never been to this part of town, if I had this so called sex club would’ve already been long gone. Don’t underestimate me, I can sense law breaking acts from a mile away. The fact that I don’t live too far away from addresses where everyone looks to be a drug addict just makes me better at my job.

I park my car next to the others at the side of the road and uncomfortably bend myself to take my bag from the backseat. I do not want to stand in this rain for longer than needed. I mentally prepare myself to get inside as fast as possible. I won’t worry about the sight inside too much, I’m used to it.

I get out of the car and lock it, before walking over to the barricade tape. The outside of the club looks the same as any other sexual fantasy indulging club. Pink lights and posters of men and women in nothing but flimsy underwear plaster the windows. If it wasn’t for the bunch of officers behind the barricade tape, nobody would’ve known there was somebody murdered inside.

Reporters collect themselves in front of officers close to the tape, trying to get any kind of information out of them. They’re not getting any, so they keep trying, foolishly believing we know any more than they do. Well maybe a little more.

Anyways, without proper investigation we are just as clueless as they are. I’ll applaud their dedication though, as not all reporters have brought an umbrella with them. Imagine getting soaking wet just to ask a few questions. They might not have a raincoat, but they’re all somehow protecting their camera’s one way or another.

As I get closer to the tape blocking outsiders from entering, reporters notice me approaching. If it wasn’t for my uniform they wouldn’t even have batted a lash in my direction. Right now apparently, I’m the most interesting human being on earth. Remembering my trainings I keep my head low and ignore every question thrown my way, until I reach the officer waiting for me.

“Ah, detective Y/F/N Y/L/N, we have been expecting you.” He allows me to duck under the tape, fore shaking my hand and placing a gentle hand on my lower back. The umbrella he’s holding protects me from arriving inside looking like I just had a shower with my clothes on. Like this, I get escorted inside, leaving the flashing camera’s behind me.

“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Another female detective greets me immediately once I step inside. The male officer gives me a nod ere disappearing back into the front garden of the club. Probably going to spend his time listening to silly questions and being blinded by light. At least he might make in on the front page of tomorrow’s newspapers. Maybe he’ll get scouted by some modelling agency just to appear on more front pages.

“David Brown, mid-thirties, and an employee at the club, Mia Labell, 23, both got killed after Brown tried to buy a hybrid of another man we can’t identify from the security footage. Both the hybrid and man wore a hood. We don’t know what went down inside the room as there are no camera’s inside and the walls are soundproof.” The woman, whose name is apparently Blair Miller as shown on the name badge on her chest, explains the situation while she leads me to the room.

“For an illegal sex club they are awfully professional.” I note, having paid close attention to her words. “Well if you don’t want to get outed by a customer I guess that’s the right thing to do. People value anonymity.” I add as the other female holds up a key card against a control panel to the right of a metal door.

The door slides open after a beep of confirmation. A young girl laying on the large bed in the middle is the first thing I lay my eyes on. The bed sheets are tainted completely red with her blood. Next to the bed lies a man, drowning in a puddle of his own blood. The bodies of the two still look like they could stand up at any moment. “Time of death?”

I walk further into the room, looking around for any other clues I should note. “Approximately 10.38 pm for both of them.” Blair answers, meekly standing in the door opening. “How did they rent the room?” I put on a pair of white latex gloves, before gently expecting the girl on the bed, without moving her from her position. Her hands are tied together, thick ropes cutting into her skin. A gag in her mouth, a blindfold covering her eyes and some lingerie complete the look.

“They wanted one girl for the three of them, paid, then took this room as any other customer would.” Dangerous, there is no way to keep these girls safe. No camera’s, just selling them off to multiple men at the same time. Is there any security around here? The two bodies contain multiple stab marks in their chest and stomach area. There are no signs of any strangling or poisoning. Cause of death for now is bleeding to death, but we’ll have to wait for the autopsy.

“Three?” I don’t look at Blair as I voice my questions. I’m good at multitasking, no need to focus on one thing only. “Mister Brown, the unnamed man and the hybrid.” They rented the girl as normal, then tied her up and proceeded to use the room for their business. Seeing as both died around the same time, the girl was alive during their exchange. We can’t exactly ask her anything right now though.

“How did the culprit leave?” You take a swab from under the fingernails of both bodies, hoping they might have scratched whoever did this. “Leisurely strolled outside the front door with the hybrid on a leash.” The poor hybrid must have witnessed everything. There was never a reason for this to happen. “These two were found by a cleaner going in not even a minute or two later.” It’s not my job to care. It’s not my job to ask either, but I’m not heartless, I am able to feel sympathetic.

“How are they doing?” I look at Blair for this one. Maybe because it’s a different type of question. “Shocked at first of course. They’ve calmed down now.” That makes me feel better. I’ve been doing this for over 2 years, and never will I be able to understand how someone could do this. Then again, the reason for becoming a criminal investigator was not to understand anyway, but to serve, to protect. And protect I will.

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bbyhaikyuu · 5 years ago

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idk how to do these things so 👀

I haven't written anything in like 4 years, so.. Hi? Im taking it easy a bit by doing these hc's(is that what you call it? Or is it called a scenario???? Idk help im a babieee) first before doing oneshots/short fics hehe

: Daichi and Sugawara: Finding out that someone is drawing them.

I did not proofread oops i just wanted to get it over with and finish

Daichi

TYPICAL hallway bump shenanigans eheheheeeee

You were carrying quite a lot of stuff, well of course, being the class rep means that you have to pass the class's workbooks to the faculty room.

Your dumbass forgot that you put your sketchbook right on top of the pile??

Chaos suddenly came and the next thing you knew is that the books were on the floor.

Looked up and saw it was Daichi??

Bumping to this mf feels like walking right into a stone wall

lmAO felt like your shoulder dislocated a bit there eh?

Daichi is a gentleman ofcourse he would help you gather the books. Suga and Asahi was with him too, which made the cleanup much more faster.

Y'all exchanged apologies(and thanks) before you sprinted away like your life depended on it.

The trio was about to head to their respective classrooms, but suga noticed something on the corner of his eyes and picked up a black sketchbook.

They knew it wasn't a typical notebook because the cover was sort of like soft leather??? Damn it felt expensive.

Sugawara quickly found your name written at the bottom center and read it out loud.

"Isn't she from class 3-A?" Asahi asked them, they nodded in reply.

All of the 3rd years knew each other's names, despite never talking or interacting.

The bell rang, lunch break was over.

"Guess she's going to be late because of us. " Daichi chuckled, though guilt was evident.

"Aaand that is why you are the one who is gunna return that to her, personally." Suga smiled before shoving the notebook to Daichi's chest and darting towards his classroom.

Asahi is gone too???

Daichi sighed and went back to his own classroom.

The period turned out to be a study hall since the teacher didn't bother to show himself. There isn't really anything to study anymore tho?? They had exams just last week???

Bored Daichi decided to flip through your sketchbook and found himself at awe and intrigued each time he flipped a page.

He quickly learned that you were into action mangas. Each page was littered with dynamic poses. Though there were some full illustrations here and there.

When he got to the last page with a drawing he CLOSED IT BY ACCIDENT BECAUSE HE WAS SURPRISED.

Homeboy got stared at lmao

Anyways he opened it up again and got an even closer look.

On the upper left, there was a messy headshot sketch of someone. Messy yet you can actually tell who it was yk what i mean????

Daichi smirked because he KNEW it was him 100%

the nowhere finished full body sketch of someone recieving a ball with the #1 below the headahot gave it away.

The facy that it has "?????" beside it is very amusing to him. He knew you had a hard time figuring out the pose.

So when y'all got dismissed, he quickly went to your room and searched for you, holding up the black sketchbook in his hand. You almost died that day because you thought you lost it.

"You look like you could use some help there, wanna come watch me and the boys practice? "

You almost blew a fuse but hey, atleast you finished that drawing of yours.

Sugawara

You're at a cafe, hoping that the change of environment will help you think and draw more.

Wrong. You needed a live reference. Pinterest pics just wont cut it.

How do u draw men???? When its women you can go like swoosh and its already decent and *chef's kiss. But men???? Boink.

So when you looked up and saw a pretty boi (cue sugawara) sat across you, you were like "hell yeah, jackpot".

You started doing sketches on your ipad(and apple pencil), your hands felt like they were moving naturally.

You know how weird it is to draw someone you completely didn't know, based from experience.

Soooo you tried to keep your stares to a minimum and only looked up when you really needed to.

Too bad, Sugawara already had his eyes on you and your ipad. he sounds like a thief wtaf

So he decided to stay still and scroll on his phone for a little bit more casually sipping his coffee.

He observed you for a while, whenever you weren't staring at him.

He would smile a lil bit every once in a while.

You thought he saw a meme. Nah hoe, he's entertained that you thought he didn't know 👀

You did 3 sketches of him???? You're so happy????

You finally stretched your arms and let out a smol sigh

Pretty boi started gathering his things already :(

You were sad that you didn't get to know him, but hey atleast you got these bomb ass sketches of him.

You decided to clean it up a bit and colour it in.

Damn his beauty mark beside is eye is perfection.

Your ass was so engrossed in finishing the drawing you didn't notice him coming to your table.

Him putting the coffee on your table startled tf outta you.

Pretty boi??? Smiled??? Im simping????

He hurried out tho, looks like he's busy.

B U T

pretty boi left a sticky note!!!

"Wanna hang out? I'll be your French girl ;)))"

xoxo Sugawara Koushi

Attached: His number with a heart

H E A R T A T T A C K

Took you a while to compose yourself.

You smiled and thought :

J a c k p o t

So that's all for now!! I accidentally made daichi's a bit longer

I kinda like this writing style???

Im thinking something mafia au related for the next one

Feel free to send me some suggestions! I could def use them hehe 👉👈

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #headcanons #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #inochi writes

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oshbluepacific · 5 years ago

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Moneyball

Type: fluff

Character: Kim Taehyung (Mafia Au!) x Reader

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What’s wrong with casino night? Everything.

You sat at your table, looking around the place, feeling bored, accompanied with a half empty glass of champagne. You let out a sigh before searching for the man you came here with.

There he is.

You watched him as he cheered and laughed with the people besides him, before looking back at the table. It was his mullet that made him stand out form the crowd.

That man is your husband.

That man is Kim Taehyung.

You eloped with Taehyung 2 months ago and it was through an arrange marriage from both yours and Taehyung’s parents. You knew Taehyung from a young age. Taehyung was that friend that your parents wanted you to marry, and they got that.

When your parents told you that you’re going to marry Taehyung, you were okay at first, but the more your think about it, the more awkward you thought about it.

But it turns out okay, you laughed with Taehyung through out the wedding day, but once you were both behind closed doors, it was a bit awkward for you.

“What now?” Tahyung asked. And you lift both of your shoulders.

“Let’s just wash up and get ready for bed.” You told him, and you both did.

You both sleep in two different bedrooms because it was still awkward for the both pop you. Some of the times, one of you fall asleep in the others bedroom and it was okay as well.

Taehyung was the kind of husband that wanted nothing bad happen to his family, and he would do anything to protect those he loves.

Taehyung lift his eyes, and he spotted you. He gave you a smile and you replied the same. You then looked away before getting up from your chair, straighten the dress you were wearing and went to the bathroom for a quick touch up.

You washed your hands and dried with with paper towel, before you startled when group of girls walked in, laughing before hogging the mirror pushing you to the side.

“Excuse.” One of the girl with green dress said, pushing you aside.

You were irritated but you moved any way.

“Did you see that guy in front of the bathroom? Ugh, he’s so cute.” Said one with Red dress.

“I know right? I’ll ask daddy if he knows him, and maybe daddy can arrange me a marriage.” Green dress said.

“He looks familiar, I think I’ve seen him before—Oh! it was when my father asked to come to a meeting with him! I saw him! And I think his father introduced me to him!” One with white dress said.

“Really? What’s his name?” green asked.

“I believe it was Taehyung? Taeyoung? I forgot! but it was somewhat close to that.” White said.

You pursed your lips together, they’ve been talking about Taehyung all that time.

“What I know for sure is that he came here alone, he’s been betting on a table with a bunch of guys all night long.”

False guys, he came here with me.

“I’m going to try and talk to to him, later, maybe he’ll take me home.” Green giggled.

“Ladies! Who is that guy in front? He looks delicious!” Suddenly A pink dress woman bursted in.

“We’ve been talking about him!” Red expressed excitedly.

“Oh, if only I came here alone I would probably go up and talk to him.” Blue dress sighed.

There was a moment of silent in the bathroom and you use this opportunity to finish.

“Excuse me.” One said, and you just turned.

It was red dress.

“Mind leaving the bathroom, I feel like you’ve just been listening to us, and nothing else.

You smiled at her and nodded your head before leaving the bathroom.

“Hey.” Taehyung moved closer to you and you just hold his arms.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“I saw you laving the table, so I followed you, and… yeah.” He explained, and you just chuckled in response.

“I thought you were leaving without telling me.” Taehyung said.

“Well, I might, because this place is starting to kill.” You told him, walking a bit farther from the bathroom.

“Do you want to go home?” Taehyung asked, following you.

You nodded your head.

“Okay, just wait a little bit longer, I feel like I’m nailing this meeting.” He told you. “Or do you want to go home first?”

You shook your head. “I’m not leaving without you.” You stated and Taehyung nodded his head with a smile.

“But I want you to stay close by alright?”

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I just don’t want to lose sight of you. I’m scared.” Taehyung told you, and you could feel your cheeks turing pink.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You told him.

He just smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I should get back there, remember…” He said, as he was parting from you.

“Stay in your sight.” You smiled, and he went back to the crowded table.

You let out a sigh and you looked around the room. You saw a far less crowded table and you decided to do what Taehyung told you to do.

Play.

“All alone ma’am?” The man behind the table asked, as he was playing tricks with a deck of cards.

“Let’s just wait until someone is joining.” You told him with a smile.

The man gave you a glass of wine and you happily accept it.

Not long after, a man who looks like he’s in his 60’s joined the table alongside with two of his side women you thought.

He placed his bet, and you did as well.

“You can play doll?” The man asked, popping a cigar to his mouth.

The man gave you piled of chips and also to the man.

“Let’s just see sir.” You smiled.”

first round turns into the second, then third. You were practically robbing this man.

“My god doll, you’re sucking all of the money out of my pocket!” He expressed, and you just smiled, raising your eyebrow.

“Hey, can we join?” A voice that sounded familiar but you didn’t know who it belongs to.

You turn to the girls you saw in the bathroom.

“Yeah.” You answered, turning back to the table.

“Oh you dolls can play, I’m leaving, you might want to keep your money to a minimum, because this doll right here is a fantastic player!” The man exclaimed and you just laughed.

“Thank you for playing with me sir.” You thanked him.

“Oh! Thank you for telling me that my gambling days are over!” He laughed and you joined in before he could left the table

All the girls proceed to their chair as you try to compose yourself.

All the girls place their bets and you did yourself.

The man behind the table explained the basic rule before beginning.

“So, you came by yourself?” The girl with blue dress asked.

You wanted to tell them that you came here with someone, but you have a better idea in your mind.

“No, I came here alone.” You lied. “I came to just have some fun, you know… after work and stuff.” You told them.

“Well what were you doing with Kim Taehyung?” The girl with white dress asked.

“Well what you should know is that it’s none of your damn business.” You smiled as you threw a card to the table.

“None of your business.” You quickly reply with a smug on your face.

You played another four rounds and you were robbing The Rainbow (yes you’re calling them The Rainbow). Your table suddenly got so crowded during the third round that you regret the decision of playing.

this fourth round is your last, because you didn’t like the attention around you. It was all down to you and the girl in green dress. She looked at you, as if there’s something written on your forehead telling her what’s your next move.

“Come on! What are you waiting for?” The white dress asked her friend, and you just rolled your eyes.

She then revealed all her cards and your heart jumped.

“HAH!” You then revealed yours, showing that you got the upper hands.

“Baller!” You cheered and the crowd clapped and cheered. The man took the chips from the table and exchanged it into cash and you took it. You squeezed through the crowd while a lot of them compliments and congratulates you.

Ad you were about to head to the bar, you felt someone tugged your arm.

“Hey, I’m not done talking to you.” It was the girl with the green dress.

“Oh, if you want to walk then talk, you didn’t need to join the game and blow your money to me you know.” You told her.

“I don’t care about the money, I’m crazy rich—but I just want to tell you stay the hell away from Kim Taehyung!” She told you.

“Who are you?” You asked her.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” She scoffed, and you lift both of your shoulder.

“My daddy is in the mafia, he owns one of the biggest company in this country, and he can easily command one of his guy to track you down and do whatever I ask them to.” She said to you.

You raised your eyebrow and smiled.

“Have you ever thought who I am?” You asked. And she shook her head. “I don’t need to, I know who you are already.” She told you.

“Oh really?” You asked, acting surprised.

“Yeah, you just someone in the crowd, who got lucky to be in here.” She told you.

And you just pursed your lips.

“Hey.” You suddenly heard Taehyung behind you.

You turned around and you opened your mouth but the girl behind you suddenly walked in front of you.

“Hi Taehyung!” She greeted him.

Taehyung was confused, he turned to you quickly and you just lift your shoulders.

“Hi…” Taehyung greeted her, feeling a bit confused.

“So, what are you up to?” She asked.

“I just finished a meeting and I want to see what the crowd is all about but I guess I missed the party.” Taehyung explained, and she just giggled, gently hitting Taehyung arm.

“Oh silly! It was just a stupid game.” She told him.

“Oh? Did you win?” Taehyung asked, teasingly.

“Oh, of course! But my friends wanted to play some more, I need a drink… care to join?” She asked, with a smile as she walk towards the bar.

Taehyung hold out his hand, shaking his head.

“Oh, no thank you�� I think I’m just going to get home.” He said, turning his heel.

“Oh, well then, how about we just get out of this place, and… have a drink at your place?” She asked, walking back closer to Taehyung.

“No thank you, I actually came here with someone important.” Taehyung said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, and who could that be?” She asked, pouting her lip.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder looking at you with a gentle smile before offering his hand to you.

“Ready to head home wifey?” Taehyung asked and you grinned before taking his hand.

The girl looked at you with utter horror.

“You bet!” You smiled.

You hooked your arm around his and you smiled at the girl in from of you.

“Now, excuse us, but we’re about to leave…” You told her.

“And don’t worry, if your daddy tracked me down, I’ll greet him warmly.” You smiled before walking past her, leaving her in awe.

“Who was that?” Taehyung chuckled as you both were away from her.

“Oh, just someone who was jealous because I was talking to you and who had the balls to threaten my life because his daddy is in the mafia.” You chuckled.

Taehyung laughed.

“Did she?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, she said I was nobody who got lucky to be here.” You rolled your eyes, and Taehyung just laughed even more.

“Oh? well she got that wrong didn’t she?” Taehyung asked, and you lift both of your shoulders.

Taehyung shook his head before putting his hand on your waist.

“Well, I can tell that she got that one super wrong.” He said.

“Even if I weren’t married to you, I would still choose you over her.” He added before kiss your cheek.

That was the first time Taehyugn ever kissed you—ever. You won a lot of games tonight, round after round, but never really felt like you truly won.

But having Taehyung by your side, holding you securely, you truly felt like you were ballin’ tonight.

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slutforemunson · 4 years ago

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Red Velvet - Lotto (EXO - Mafia!AU)

Heyyy so it's been a year- and therefore this'll be some kind of try out for me. So, you'll get more information about Red Velvet. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: since I won't be having a summer vacation, I'll still have work to do for college, so I'm not 100% sure if I'll have time. Also, this prb won't be my best writing, since I haven't written something in over a year...this is just something to get back in the game hahaha

Words: 1,8K

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Red Velvet. They were the first girl gang in town, and they were known for saving women out of nasty situations. The five girls started out as escorts, who you won't consider important people. Unlike most escorts, they got out and formed a gang. They started saving women from the streets, causing more girls to form gangs. Still, they kept most control and other girl gangs would inform them if something threatened their position.

Irene, Wendy, Seulgi, Joy & Yeri. These were the names of the members, who saved women on a daily basis.

It all started 5 years ago...

Irene's P.O.V.

This was one of those dreadful nights. I was sitting on the lap of an old guy, who smelled like cigars. He ignores me while he talks business with some other guys, one of them is Suho. He's the leader of a growing gang in this city, namely EXO. They were running this shit show and I was just another pawn in their game. The guy who had me in his lap was an important business partner of EXO. His son, Kiyoung, was a regular of the club. Recently EXO introduced a new concept in The Black Pearl, called Lotto. It's a kind of lottery with the price, one night with one of us. The guy squeezed my hip a bit and I saw Suho's expression change. ''Irene, leave us. We have some important matters we need to discuss, without an escort eavesdropping on us.'' He said with a straight face, before taking a sip from his whiskey. I left the old man without a second thought and continued roaming the room, hoping to make some money off another guy.

Wendy's P.O.V.

His lips once again brushed against my neck, before I snapped back to reality, ''Chanyeol, we gotta stop doing this.'' I said and pushed against his chest. ''But you enjoy it, don't you?'' he smirked and for once second, I forgot about what was at stake, my life. 'I love you too, Yeollie, but you know this won't end well for me. When they find out about us --- and they will ---, they'll have me killed. Just like when they found out about Jeongyeon and Kris. Suho will think I know too much and kill me without a second thought.'' I sighed and looked down. Chanyeol put a finger under my chin and made me look at him, ''You know I won't let that happen, I love you.'' he said, desperately wanting me to stay with him. ''I know you think that, but in the end, EXO is your family and they'll always come first. Besides that, I'm just a nobody to them, so they won't even care.'' I said, getting fed up and pushing him away.

''Good night, Chanyeol. Please contact me, when you've made your mind up about us.'' I walked away from him without looking behind me, ''Wendy, wait!'' he said, running after me. He grabbed me by my arm and turned me around, ''You know damn well what I want. I want you, and I don't fucking care about their opinions. I love you and no one will come in between us. I know EXO is my family, but they'll just have to accept that I see you as more than a one-nightstand.'' He placed his hand softly on my cheek and placed his lips against my lips.

''I've actually had this idea for some time now,'' he began, and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. ''How would you feel about getting out of this business and joining EXO? I mean you would do Suho a favor since you're always fighting the customers'' he chuckled. I gaped at him, not knowing what to say. Joining an only-guys gang didn't seem ideal for me as a woman. ''I don't know, Yeollie, I mean I would leave all the girls behind me. I wouldn't want to betray them or leave them behind.'' I said, hoping that he would say they could tag along. ''I know you grew accustomed to these girls, but in the end, they would drop you as well if they got a chance like this.'' I looked at him shocked. I couldn't believe that he would actually say something like that. ''How dare you, say something like that? These girls always had my back, since the beginning. They're MY family.'' I said angrily, for he offended me and my girls. ''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that I know you girls care about each other a lot,'' he said and turned away from me. ''but just think about my offer, please. I'll drive by with Chen tonight. It would mean the world for me if you left with us.'' he said and walked away, leaving me with my own thoughts.

Later that night...

I entered our room, with my head in the clouds. Chanyeol was picking me up tonight. I would finally leave this life. I'll miss the girls thought, so I'm still not totally sure if I'll take him up on his offer. Sure, living with him would be a dream for me, and I won't have to take shit from perverts anymore. Still, leaving the girls behind doesn't sit right with me. ''What happened to you, something with Chanyeol?'' Lisa asked me, while she was brushing Jennie's hair. I hummed before falling on my bed, sighing dreamily. I rolled onto my stomach and rested my head in my hands. ''He's such a gentleman. Total boyfriend material.'' I said, thinking about all of his handsome futures. ''Besides that, he's in a gang.'' Lisa joked. ''I don't have a dream job either.'' I sighed and rolled back on my back. I could get out of this job today if I just left all of this behind. ''I better get some sleep; we're meeting again after work tomorrow. He has planned a romantic night.'' I lied, knowing damn well I would be leaving tonight. Yes, I had made my mind up. I love the girls, but this time I had to choose for my future. And I couldn't think about a future without Chanyeol in it. Lisa whistled, thinking I would get some on a date. I turned around sadly, for I would leave them all behind.

When we were all asleep, we heard a ticking noise against the window, before something broke the window. Jennie screamed before Tiffany told her to shut up since Ji Won would punish us for making too much noise. Tiffany and Taeyeon headed to the broken window. ''Sorry.'' I heard someone whisper, and I knew that Chanyeol and Chen had arrived. Lisa walked toward the window as well, ''Mina and Wendy, Chen and Chanyeol are here!'' she said excitedly. Mina and Chen were a couple as well. We were the only ones who knew about it, for it could mean death. We both headed to the window, ''Hey baby.'' Chanyeol greeted me. ''Hey love.'' Chen greeted his girlfriend. We both got rosy cheeks and the girls laughed quietly. ''We're here to pick you up, Wendy, as we had agreed.'' my boyfriend said, and the girls began to question me confused.

''Wait you're leaving us?'' ''Why didn't you tell us about this?'' ''Couldn't you trust us?''

That last one hurt the most, ''Yeah, I know, but this is a chance I need to take. I didn't know about this either until today. I was still contemplating it actually, but I have to do this. I want to start a future with him, I love him.'' I teared up. ''We understand, honey, but you should've let us know.'' Tiffany said and gave me a hug. ''I know, I'm sorry.'' I looked down embarrassed. ''Don't be. If you think this is right, you have to go for it. We'll be fine, and if you'll be working for EXO, we'll probably see you at The Black Pearl.'' Taeyeon said. ''Now go pack your bags, before they change their minds!'' Momo said, excited for me. I quickly packed my bags and quietly left the building.

''Don't worry, love. I'll come back for you'' I heard Chen say to Mina, who was staring sadly out of the window.

He never went back for her...

5 years later...

We came back to our headquarters, after another successful mission. ''My back is killing me; I'll be in the shower if anyone is looking for me.'' Seulgi said and walked away. Irene and I went to our office, where we checked for more cases. ''Please tell me, you're giving us the night off.'' Yeri whined for she was tired as well. ''Men won't give women some time off from assault, so why would we give them some time off?'' Irene said strictly and Yeri kept quiet, knowing Irene wasn't to be messed with. Our leader was a calm but terrifying woman if you got in her way.

''Yeri, why don't you sharpen our weapons with Sooyoung, we'll check for more cases.'' Yeri sighed a little annoyed but left anyway to find the other member. ''Little brat has to know her place, having an attitude like that.'' Irene said while she was looking through some files. ''Irene, is something bothering you?'' I asked confused. ''Just another man annoying me, nothing new. Don't worry about it.'' she said, hoping that I would move on. ''Na-ah, who is bothering our poker face queen?'' I joked and she smiled slightly. ''It's someone from EXO- '' she began, ''So it's Suho.'' I interrupted her smiling, right before I sat down on the big wooden desk. ''Yeah, it's Suho. When I worked at The Black Pearl, he always acted weird around me. Recently we had a meeting with them, and he acted weird and cold once again. They were bragging about Suho's one-nightstands, which he never does. I just don't get it- '' she started to rant, ''Wait, you really like Suho, huh?'' I smiled. ''I don't know. I damn well know I don't need a man, but if I would spend my life with one, I might as well make a good choice.'' She said, making me laugh. Irene, the woman who fights men on a daily basis, is gushing about one. ''You know, it doesn't matter. It's not important. Why don't you check up on the basement? Check if everything is still in order. I left her with her own thoughts and headed for the basement.

I heard faint screams, coming down from the basement. I went down the spiral stairs which led me to our basement, which we used as a dungeon. As I got downstairs, the screams became louder, for we used this dungeon for all the women we trapped.

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spikemelikeavolleyball · 4 years ago

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iii : rules ( part two ) ( high low )

high low ; miya atsumu x fem! reader

i. ii. iii. iv. v. [masterlist.]

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[name] [surname] was off limits--

except miya atsumu finds himself

flirting with danger and becoming

rapidly addicted to the sparks between

them.

what osamu doesn’t know won’t

kill him. will it?

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tags; mafia au, sexual content,

violence, strong language, blood,

gore.

this chapter: alcohol,

miya atsumu (because he needs his

own warning label), suggestive content,

some violence.

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three ; rules ( part two )

Your arrival in Japan, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed. While your guard detail--see “glorified babysitters”--had reassured you that the press wouldn’t have a chance to corner you into an interview, there was still some concern over people seeing you and hurting people in order to get close to you. It had happened once, before, the hour predating your first official collaboration with Wisteria. Your guard had gotten a black eye so awful that it had lasted for weeks. He had gotten a very hefty bonus for the trouble, though.

“I should have worn something more incognito,” you mumbled to yourself. The private jet’s bathroom mirror was floor length, so you had a good idea of how your outfit looked and what kind of presence it would give off. Most of the time, you would wear something cute or flashy to fuel your fan club’s activity--you were a sucker and liked browsing through their twitter feed on a private account--but today you weren’t feeling the energy for it. “I forgot I even had these.”

After rummaging around in your bags for something that was comfortable, and not sky high heels or chiffon or silk or outrageously expensive t-shirts and jeans, you had come across a pair of Osamu’s old Inarizaki High volleyball sweatpants. You hadn’t even thought twice about throwing them on and rolling the ankles up to suit your height, even though the name printed on one leg and the jersey number on the other would have your fans tracking him down like the bloodhounds they were. You matched them with a black hoodie, socks, and a mask to hide the irritation underneath your nose, but even then you still stood out like a sore thumb.

It had to be the way you stood, you thought, adjusting your stance to seem more lazy and laid back.

It didn’t work.

With a sigh, you exited the bathroom and found that your things had already been unloaded for you by your glorified babysitters. All that was left was your purse, which you snatched up and hooked over your shoulder, and your phone, which you glanced at and shoved into your pocket. It sunk down so far in the sweatpants pocket that you felt it bounce against the side of your thigh as you walked.

“Nice pants,” one of your guards teased, poking fun at the name printed on the leg. “You sure you don’t want to change them and avoid the media scrutiny?”

“I’m too tired to go back and find something else,” you hummed. One of the guards--there were three in total, at the request of Ushijima-san herself--held out a hand and helped you down the flight of stairs that were a bit too steep for your jetlagged brain to walk down in confidence. “What are we driving in today, my good men?”

“Might I suggest the classic Phantom?” one of them joked, falling into formation when you began walking down the flight portal. “Just kidding. We’re taking the Audi today, since you want to be low profile this afternoon.”

“Good.” You had missed riding around in your trusty Audi; not that a Ferrari or Lamborghini was something to scoff at, but you missed the frugal lifestyle you had when you were in highschool. Once your career took off, you rarely struggled for anything and college had been a breeze. Though, you had no clue what you were going to do with a nuclear engineering degree now that your modeling gig paid more than that ever would. “Make a stop for some cheap drug store coffee and we’re all set.”

“I’ll add it to the memo.”

Before you could open your mouth once more and ask if you could stop by a nearby pastry shop and stuff yourself full of crepes and cake, you entered the main terminal and were immediately bombarded by cameras flashing and people yelling.

“[Name]-sama! We love you!”

“I LOVE YOU!”

“What do you have to say about Wisteria’s latest lingerie line? Do you think these styles should be changed to reflect Japanese standards?”

“[Name]! What are your thoughts on the funding cuts to the women’s centers all around the world?”

That last one caught your attention. You continued to smile behind your mask and wave, shoving a pair of sunglasses over your eyes, and mimed blowing kisses to the adorable teenage girls holding posters that had ‘you’re my idol’ scrawled over the front. You spotted Kuroo and Sayaka standing somewhere near the back, mostly due to Kuroo’s giant rooster hair, and blew double handed kisses to them as well, although the fanboys in the front thought it was for them and nearly fainted on the spot.

You watched them sway with a chuckle, then watched Sayaka grab the kisses and press them to her heart with a goofy wink.

“Hey, Julio?” You didn’t look at the guard as you made your way to the revolving doors in front, watching Kuroo and Sayaka make their way outside to where your car had been parked out of view. “Remind me to send a donation to that women's wayhouse charity by the end of today.”

“Isn’t that a job for your assistant?”

“Nope. I fired her.” You shrugged when the guard fixed you with a bewildered look. “What? She stole my nice Louboutins. And had a gangbang in my house in Calabasas, but we don’t talk about that incident.”

The cleaning crew you had send to bleach down that place had cost you a pretty penny--but Daishou had been kind enough to text you the number of his go-to cleaners (you didn’t ask why, nor did you want to know, but you had an inkling) and had requested that you send him the number of one of your cute co-workers as payment. Needless to say, you had, and that girl had come to work brighter than a lightbulb on Christmas, unusually chirpy and walking just a little bit funny. Your text to Daishou later that day had been along the lines of,’Dear God, Daishou, what did you do, break the poor girl’s hips?’

His reply had been typical of him. ‘It wasn’t anything she didn’t ask for ;)’

Your face of disgust had been timed perfectly. You had been sitting outside, eating a parfait--vegan, of course, due to your diet that you planned to ignore in favor of eating all of the meat you could get your hands on (pun might not be intended)--right in front of someone taking candid shots of you for a drama magazine. Your face had been plastered all over Twitter, with some people going as far as to send hate to the nice place you had gotten your dessert from. You had nipped that little situation in the bud, clarifying it was a text that made you make that face and not the dessert, although you didn’t help things when you had been forced to eat a green tea flavored one to prove that you weren’t lying.

The forced smile you had made to the starstruck owners had been enough to sear it into your memory for eternity.

“[Name]!” Sayaka’s high pitched exclamation knocked you out of your fantasies of parfaits and coffee. She nearly knocked you down with a hug strong enough to make your spine pop. “I missed you so much! You have to tell me how Moscow was! Did you have a good time? And oh my gosh, you just have to see Osamu’s shop, it looks amazing!”

You smiled guiltily at her at that last part, but didn’t say a word. Osamu had asked you to pick out the tiling and countertops, unwilling to trust his own sense of color theory--it was really just awful--and even the tables, which you discreetly paid for and blew off as an anonymous donation. He knew it was you, of course, because who had enough money to pay for genuine marble tables, but he had been kind enough not to say it to your face. Yet.

“One thing at a time, Sayaka,” you laughed, returning her hug with gusto. You then moved on to Kuroo, who wrapped an arm around your neck and scrubbed his knuckles into your once perfectly curled hair. “Damn it, Kuroo! What was that for? I just wanted a hug!”

The former Nekoma captain fixed you with a mischievous grin. “That was for dropping twenty thousand dollars into our account without asking for permission.”

Ah--another one of your random acts of generosity at three in the morning while slightly tipsy. You had Kuroo and Sayaka’s banking passwords and they had yours in case anything happened to them or you, especially with the connections the former Yakuza member had and still kept to this day. You had written them into your will, as well as Osamu, and your fortune would be split between the three of them if you died or wound up missing. Even the contract all of you signed was legally binding.

“What can I say?” You shrugged when Sayaka looped an arm around your waist, tugging you to your Audi. “I saw that you’d been getting a little low and your college bills were running high. I decided to chip in, like the good friend I am. And no, you can’t give it back.”

“You know I don’t like taking your money,” Sayaka whined. “I can make my own just fine.”

You sent an accusing glance her way, followed by a glance to her stomach when Kuroo shook hands with one of your guards. She had the sense to look ashamed at not telling you, at least. “A waitress gig won’t take care of that. And while I’m sure Kuroo makes enough for both of you, I’d like to be a responsible woman and at least pay for your wedding.”

From behind you, Kuroo laughed. “Who said we’re getting married?”

“Yeah,” Sayaka said, her tone slightly dimmer than before. You patted her back in comfort and turned your head around to glare at Kuroo, who was only mildly taken aback by the ferocity--he only realized what he had said as you were collapsing into the backseat of your car, squeezing into the opposite window seat as your two friends followed.

When neither of them opted to break the silence that had developed, you unlocked your phone and shot Osamu a quick text.

'Osamuuuu, what are you doing?'

When he showed no sign of replying, you sighed and locked your phone again, turning your gaze to the couple sitting awkwardly beside you.

“Hey, driver, can we stop by McDonalds?” You waved your hand towards the giant yellow ‘M’ down the street--which was also, coincidentally, packed with people. “I want something to eat.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, switching lanes and jerking Sayaka into Kuroo. You grinned at him through the mirror and he did it again; you loved it when your guards pitched in on your plans. “Drive-thru?”

“No, I think I’ll eat inside,” you winked, and his turn into the parking lot was rough enough to jostle all three of you. “Coffee and hot fudge sundaes, here I come!”

By the time the guards signaled you that they were done arguing maybe an hour and a half later, you had--admittedly--stuffed yourself far too much on ice cream and piping hot syrup. It would require a harsh workout to get all of the calories off, which you knew Wakkun wouldn’t mind helping you out with since he had a game soon, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it as you popped a french fry into your mouth on the way out.

“Are we done?” You asked, grinning at Kuroo and Sakura from between your guards. You could practically feel the stares from two men sitting at the outside tables, one of them on your legs and the other right on your face. “Then let’s get going. I need a nap before I can do anything else.”

As you gave Sayaka and Kuroo their food--both of them grinning at you and nudging you playfully--you locked eyes with one of the men sitting at the table.

And, unknowingly, you had just broken one of Osamu’s most important rules.

You just didn’t know it yet.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#mafia au #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x y/n #one sided #miya osamu x reader

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instakpop · 5 years ago

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Minseok scenario - Cold feet

Requested by anon

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Minseok eliminated, not only the worry of having to find someone your family approved of but take over as the new don. Minseok has been your childhood friend... and crush. After sharing your feelings with your sister, she then leads Minseok to believe you’re in love with him. But Minseok decides to hear from you the night before the wedding.

Genre: Smut, Mafia!AU

This is it. In just 16 hours you’ll be married. Your family and soon-to-be in-laws, gathered together for one last meal before the big day. It’s a tradition. In the mafia world, both families have to be on good terms before any nuptials. But for your family, it was a silly formality. You’ve known the Kims all your life. You and Minseok were arranged to be married since you were children. Why have two powerful families when your firstborns can get married and create the ultimate empire? That’s the plan.

Your parents not only raised you to be a good wife to the upcoming don, but they also raised you to be just as mindful and clever.

Minseok has been a good friend of yours from the very beginning. At first, it was just scheduled playdates and outings to the park. Children things. But as you both grew up, your relationship were taken much more seriously.

But it’s not such a terrible arrangement. Minseok is kind, and charming and… perfect for you in every way. Over the years, you’d begun to develop real feelings for him, but you were certain it was just because he’s the only man you’ve ever been with. You’d never been on a date, or had a real boyfriend, or created any kind of intimacy with a man in your whole life. Just Minseok. Sadly the date you two were on was just for show. People were feeling a little suspicious of whether your “undying love” was the real deal. Within a week, you and Minseok were out to dinner at a very popular restaurant looking oh so in love. Or so they all thought.

What really surprised you was the kiss. No one told you to kiss him that night, and yet, then the photographers started taking pictures of you both at the valet, he whisked you into his arms and claimed your lips. You relive that moment every day. Your whole body came alive. His strong hands on your waist and neck made you feel wanted and safe. For half a second, you forgot about the engagement. You forget the date was staged. You just lived in the moment with him.

During dinner, you looked across the table at Minseok, only to find him staring back at you. He’d send you a playful wink and you’d blush. He did this all the time. He was such a flirt, but it wasn’t just with you. He could charm his way through life if he could. Women simply adored him. But what’s not to love?

The rest of the night was spent working out all the final details, making sure the venue was ready and the number of guests matches the number of seats at the wedding.

Your mother’s eyes lit up when she saw you in your dress during the final fitting earlier. “Oh, Y/n, you’re glowing.” When you saw yourself in the mirror, you nearly gasped. She was right. You looked happy. You weren’t dreading the walk down the aisle to a complete stranger or someone you loathed. You were going to marry Minseok. Your first love.

After dinner, your sister, who’d also been staring at you all night, pulled you aside. “What was all that?”

“What?”

“Those big doe eyes you were making at Minseok. All that tension raised the temperature in the room.”

You laughed at her remark and shrugged it off. “A bride can’t look at her groom adoringly?”

“Y/n. This is me you’re talking to.” She said sternly. Your nonchalant demeanor faded as you came back to the reality of the situation you’re in. “Do you have real feelings for him?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Shhh!” You covered her mouth and looked around. Thankfully, her outburst didn’t cause any heads to turn. “I’m just… kinda… crazy about him.” You gushed your feelings as you removed your hand. Why fight it? “I love Minseok and I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else. Is the situation ideal? No, but I think it was meant to be. Our courtship can happen while we’re married I guess. That’s what love is about, isn’t it? Marrying your best friend and spending your lives together?”

Your sister’s eyes were full of compassion, but she still had to ask, “Does he know this?”

“No, and you can’t tell.”

“What’s the worst that can happen? He seems pretty into you too if you ask me.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have gotten all flushed if he wasn’t giving you googly eyes first. I’m not blind, you know.”

What she said made sense. Maybe he does have feelings for you. Maybe that’s what your marriage will be; A growing love. You were so caught up in your romantic fantasies that you didn’t notice Minseok coming into the room. He placed his hand on your back, making you jolt with a high-pitched yelp.

“Sorry. Uh… Your mom wants to talk to you.” He said. Trying not to laugh at my dramatic reaction.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hugged your sister good night and headed back to the dining room, praying your sister would keep your little secret.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and letting your thoughts run wild. You imagined being on your honeymoon, feeling so caught up in the romance that you confess. Or maybe he confesses to you. Would he kiss you again? You shuddered at the thought of his hands caressing your skin. Forming goosebumps as he moved along your body. Your eyes closed gently as you pondered the way he’d make love to you. The memory of his cologne tickles your nose, making you smile. You complimented him on his scent and now he wears it whenever you’re around. He knows it’ll make you happy.

That’s just it. Minseok will make you happy. He’ll be the type of husband who cares and pampers you. Love may be uncertain, but your friendship is genuine and strong. Like him.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. sliding on your slippers, you walked to the door quickly

“Who is it?”

“Minseok. I just wanted to talk for a bit.”

Oh no. He wants to back out of the wedding. This is the end of it. The growing love, confessing on your honeymoon, living a life of bliss. It’s all going to end.

“A-about what?” You asked nervously.

“Open the door and I’ll tell you, goof.” He replied with a laugh. He’s in a good mood. Thank god.

You opened the door and greeted him with a shy smile. He had taken off the jacket of his suit and just wore his linen shirt and pants. He’d also undone a couple of buttons on his shirt, which gave you a peek at his prominent collar bones. A more casual look, but not nearly as much as your tank top and shorts. He must have been talking with your parents most of the night.

Grinning back at you, Minseok made his way to the little upholstery bench in front of your bed. He patted the spot next to him and your nerves set in again. You did everything in your power to seem casual as you sat down.

“I don’t really know how to say this...but. Do you have feelings for me?” He asked. You’re stunned. His eyes peered into your soul, seeking an answer while you sat there, shocked by his sudden question.

“What? Where is this coming from?” He couldn’t have possibly figured it out... At least not on his own. You were so careful.

“Don’t be mad, but your sister and I were talking earlier and I was telling her that I was feeling a little unsettled about the wedding and she told me how excited you were. Even when I was looking at you at dinner, you had this look; Like you truly wanted to get married. And… Your sister told me that you came to realize what love really is. At first, I didn’t know what she meant, but now...”

“Minseok. I don’t know if this is the time.”

He cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze to his. “Y/n, just tell me. Do you love me?”

You weighted your options: Tell him the truth now or wait until after the wedding. “I love you, Minseok.” You prepared for the worst. He may just be saying this way because your sister told him how you feel. He probably just wants a platonic relationship with you and doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

Instead, he said nothing. His lips curled up into that dazzling smile you adore. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as he inched closer, gently pulling you in for a chaste, tender kiss. The spark took your breath away. This wasn’t for show, or to trick people into believing your relationship is real. It was a kiss just for the two of you. You leaned back in, kissing him again. Only this time, with more emotion. His hands moved down to your waist, letting you wrap your arms around his neck.

Turning you over, Minseok laid you back on the bed. His heavenly lips continued to claim you as you lift your leg, keeping him set between your thighs. The sweet and innocent kiss you shared quickly turned into hunger and lust. You needed him, tonight.

The tip of his tongue teased your lips, asking for acceptance. With a flirtatious smirk, you parted your lips and deepened the kiss. Minseok’s hands moved up and down your body, pulling up your shirt and exposed your heated skin. Breaking away, he traveled down to press wet kisses below your navel. Your breath hitched as he stopped right above the waistband of your pajama shorts.

He looked up at you through long eyelashes, silently asking your permission to go further. Brushing the hairs away from his face you nodded. “More, please.”

”Thank God…” he buried his head between your legs, inhaling your scent as he shimmied you sorts and panties down your legs in one swipe. His hot breath on your sex made you quiver before he planted a small kiss on your clitoris.

”Mmm~ Minseok.” you moaned.

His hands held your hips in place while he kissed and licked up and down your slit. You felt as if you were going to burst at any moment. Minseok’s skilled tongue was even better than what you imagined. His heated kiss brought you closer and closer. You clutched the sheets underneath you and whimpered while you came undone.

You tried to stifle your shaking legs while Minseok licked you clean. He was the first man to ever bring you to orgasm. And the first man to ever have you like this.

He came upon his knees, looking down at you. Hair splayed out on the mattress, breathless and most of all, lustful. You needed more. You needed him.

You sat up briefly, draping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down with you. He kissed your lips once again. Letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, tossing it aside, then freeing him of his constricting pants. You could feel his hard shaft through the fabric as you lingered while undoing the zipper.

”You are so beautiful, Y/n. ” he said. You looked up at him and saw the devotion in his eyes. the same way he looked at you at dinner he really, truly loves you. Just like you love him.

Holding your hand against his supple cheek, you whispered: ”I'm yours, Minseok.”

His eyes lit up and he positioned himself at your entrance. “Ready?” It was a simple question, but it was something you still took seriously. Minseok isn’t just the man who you’re marrying because of an arrangement. He’s your best friend. He was the person you fell for as kids. He was your first love, your first kiss, and now he’s the man you’ll build a life with.

“Yes. Take me.” With that, he slid into you, slowly and carefully.

At first, the pain was strange. It made you wince a little, but Minseok kissed each of your cheeks, making you feel his love all over. He eased out, leaving you empty. You held his hips, pulling him back in for more. He smirked and leaned back into you, finding a slow rhythm.

Your breathing became heavy over time as the intimate sensation set in. The feeling of him opening you up was intoxicating. His warm skin on yours gave you chills. And his soft grunts… You could listen to them all night. You both rocked back and forth, getting rougher little by little. You cried out when he hit you g-spot and he froze, uncertain.

“Are you okay, love?” He looked you in the eyes, searching for any doubt or regret. Instead of answering, you grabbed his hips and pulled him down, shuddering at the contact again.

“Oh, Y/n. What are you doing to me?” Minseok’s head dropped into your neck with a low grown. He lifted your legs higher, roughly thrusting into you.

Your nails dug into his back, the butterflies on your stomach were ready to burst and the tingling sensation shot down your arms into your hands. You were so close, you couldn’t even speak.

“I-I’m” You struggled to speak, but Minseok already knows how close you are

“Let go, y/n. I’ve got you.”

You fell apart in his arms, arching your back and moaning his name. He covered your mouth with his hand, not wanting to alert your dad’s “associates” downstairs. He filled you with his warm cum, muffling his own cries into the pillow next to your head. As you came down from your climax, you uncovered your mouth, kissed his palm and tried to catch your breath.

Minseok rolled off you and joined you in unsteady breaths. He looked at you with a wide smile and eyes full of emotion.

“I love you, Minseok.” You said. This was really happening. You just slept with Kim Minseok. The man you’ve been in love with for years, and this time tomorrow, he’ll be your husband.

“I love you too, Y/n. Always.” He kisses your forehead and gave you a mischievous look. “But I should get out of here before your dad kills me.”

You almost laughed out loud, but you stopped your self. Minseok stood up, searching for his clothes and get dressed quickly.

“Do you have to leave so soon?” You asked, giving him a pout.

“Aww, baby. It’s almost midnight. The groom can’t see the bride before the wedding, remember. Besides…” He walked back over to you on the bed when he was finished dressing. “We’ll have plenty of nights to spend together like this. Specifically… Tomorrow. “ He kissed you one last time and get up to leave. “I’ll see you at the end of the aisle.”

“I’ll just look for the handsome guy in the tux.” You said with a giggle.

Minseok sent you a wink and snuck out the door. You laid back in bed just like before, but now the butterflies in your stomach were for a new reason. You’re in love and Minseok loves you back. And after his visit, there’s no way you’ll be getting cold feet.

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markleesthighs · 5 years ago

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Black Mamba | Chapter 3

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, A LOT of flashbacks, passive-aggressiveness

Words: 3.045k

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Chapter 3 - Moving On

Seoul, Korea, a week after Valentine’s Day 2023

One week. One week since your heartbroken, one week since you’ve lost your love and heart to a man full of shit. You had never stepped foot into Mark’s bedroom since and have taken off your necklace you had kept on for three years was now in a box in your bedside dresser locked away forever. You both never talked with each other since that night and kept it strictly professional.

You focused on your work and have helped succeed almost 80% of the missions since last week. You also found yourself accepting more assassination missions wanting to get out of the mansion. You also got closer to Hendery, and it would not have been a shock to see that Mark took notice to that. He always gazed at you looking at you laughing over something Hendery said or when you let him come into the lab with you to look at what you were working on. He became a really close friend to you since that night.

You came back from an assassination, riding on your motorbike with your helmet on. You rode into the garage and took off your helmet and walked into the mansion and you heard the voice of the guys from the main entrance looking through the windows.

“Who is that?”

“She’s pretty.”

“I wonder when he broke the news to her.”

“Bet Mark bought her that necklace.”

“Ha, I bet he bought her everything she is wearing.”

You immediately knew who they were talking about, a/n (any name). Mark finally decided to bring her to the mansion and show her what he really does for work. You are going to assume its some spoiled brat who only wants Mark for money and his dick. You put your helmet down along with the others in your closet and started to walk down to greet whoever this a/n is. All the guys and Mark immediately stopped talking when they saw you, hearing the clicking of your boots approaching them. They all moved out of your way, and you made eye contact with Mark and a/n. Mark looked at you in panic and awkwardness, awaiting your reaction. I guess Mark thought you wouldn’t be at the mansion by now and try to sneak her in the mansion without you noticing. You reached out a hand to a/n.

“Hello, I am y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Hi! OMG, I LOVE your outfit.”

“Thank you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

You noticed her necklace, it was the same exact one Mark gave you, same letter engraving, the same pendant that you wore for three years.

“How do you know Mark?”

“Oh, Mark?”

You put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a noogie.

“I’ve known this idiot for four years, we are practically family, right, Mark?”

“y-yeah, family.”

She looked somewhat intimidated by you. You had a perfect, healthy body (all bodies are beautiful :)), friendly with all of the guys, and appeared to be a goddess to her.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, if I were to date anyone of these dumbasses it would be Hendery or Jaehyun.”

Both of their faces immediately lit up, and they started to laugh and hit each other

“Hey! That doesn’t mean I would date you, I would only do so if I were forced to by Mark.”

They both calmed down, and a/n seemed to calm down from her worries.

“Y/n why don’t you take a/n for a tour?” Mark said.

You fake smiled and said

“Sure, I would LOVE to.”

The guys and Mark soon dispersed back to their work while you led her around the entire mansion, explaining where everything is.

“So this the main entrance, obviously with high tech security, and has loaded guns and missiles built into its walls to ensure safety.”

“From what?”

“People trying to kill us.”

“This is the kitchen, living, and dining room, we don’t spend much time in the living or dining room since we are all busy 24/7. We also have a personal, professional chef and maid service for you if you feel like it.”

“So if I want anything I can get it?”

“Yes…”

“The floor below is mainly the garage, which you can’t have access to since you are not allowed to leave without Mark, another member, or a bodyguard.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Whatever,” you thought.

“If you go upstairs, this is the floor where the most work happens, and YOU MUST knock on the door before going in, understood?”

She nodded as you continued.

“If you look out here, you can see our bathhouses inspired by Japanese onsens, and you will go into the women’s side, not the men’s side. You can also see our outdoor and indoor shooting ranges where we train our trainees to shoot. Here on this floor, you will find all of our conference rooms and offices, if you look at the end of the hallway on the right that’s Mark’s office, you can feel free to pop in if you’d like. If you need any help, ask Taeyong, whose office is the last door on the right. If you look left, you will see the weaponry and technology labs, my lab is all the way at the end. However, you are NOT allowed inside.”

“Why not?”

“First, you physically can’t come in, and I don’t want anyone or you knocking on the door thinking you can, it has a facial and fingerprint scanner impossible to hack. Only Mark and I can access or allow anyone in. Second, Mark wants you to be safe, so he wants you to stay away from this lab so you can’t get hurt when we are testing weapons.”

“Aww, he’s so sweet.”

You roll your eyes so hard that you might hurt your skull of how annoying she is.

“This is the third floor, where all of the bedroom quarters are, this is where we all sleep, and you will be sleeping in Mark’s room.”

You walked her to Mark’s room and hesitated to open the door getting flashbacks of that night.

“Um, are you going to open the door?”

“Yeah I was, I was just making sure no one was in there.”

You swung the door open and let her walk around, looking at his room. It smelled just as you remembered, musk, cigarettes, and whiskey. You saw as nothing changed except the picture of you two were replaced by her and presents given by you were nowhere to be found. The one thing you still saw was the wall. The wall he threw you into was slightly dented and would only be noticed if you knew what happened there.

“Alright let’s go” (before you start crying at least)

“Okay!!”

She was WAY too peppy and energetic for your type, you have NO IDEA how Mark found her attractive, heck even started dating this chick. You led her through the rest of the house and eventually ended the tour.

“This concludes the tour any questions?”

“Uhhhh, yeah! What do I get to do!”

“HA, nothing.”

“W-what?”

“Listen, you are here to keep Mark happy, pick up a hobby or something. At least make yourself useful here.”

You left her in the elevator walking to your lab exhausted from talking to her and continued working for the rest of the day. You needed a bath and steam, so you headed to the bathhouses to relax for your tiring day. It was still snowing out, and the contrast of the cold breeze and the hot water and steam made you feel extremely relaxed.

You kept thinking in your thoughts about a/n, and how she magically seduced Mark. You also thought if Mark was really over you, or needed to distract himself. But nonetheless, you hoped Mark was happy since you still cared about him and would always support whatever he does with his life.

That was until you heard a crashing in your bathhouse. You immediately got out and put on your robe with a dagger, a throwing knife, and a gun equipped in your pockets. You held your gun and saw the shadow in the changing room who knocked over all of the buckets and towels. You prepared to protect yourself as you put them into a chokehold with your gun to their head.

“If you move or speak you will die got it?”

“y-y/n it’s just me.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“A/N??? WHAT THE HELL YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”

“I-I just came to take a bath.”

“Well, a WARNING could have been nice.”

You calmly removed her from her chokehold and walked back to the outdoor onsen to have some steam and she soon followed shortly. She didn’t get in, but she looked around for a bit.

“What do you do around here?”

“You get in and relax, this is usually the time where I can clear my head, but you decided to come along.”

She then hopped in and sat across from you.

“So, do you like anyone here?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t know you are surrounded but so many handsome guys, I’m surprised you’re not dating one of them.”

“Why so you can cheat on Mark with one of them?”

“What? No. Never.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m focused on my work, so I don’t have time for dating.”

“Oh. Have you ever thought about it?”

“No…not any of them are my type.”

You then got out since you’ve been in the onsen bath for too long and felt light-headed.

“BYEEEE I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW!!!”

You waved and had a cold shower before you left. You felt better after and walked back into the mansion to find Mark reading on the couch, looking like he was waiting for his girlfriend.

“Oh, y/n, I have something for you.”

Mark got up and handed you an envelope with gold lettering with your name on it. You took it and opened if, in front of him, it read “25th Annual Masquerade Ball.” You remembered this ball since you remember your parents attending one every year. Mark was telling you that every member of NCT was required to attend, protect, and enjoy others and themselves.

He told you a fashion designer will come and take your measurements for your custom mask and ball gown. You remembered attending this ball with Mark several times. Even if he was busy, he still promised to give you a dance and never forgot his promise. You have memories of those magical nights, but this is the first time you are going solo. You walked away, but before you entered your room, you heard Mark’s laughing from the living room. You missed that, hearing his laugh and making him smile, it was a bittersweet feeling.

Every morning regardless of the weather, you do a morning run before you work on anything. You wake up really early to go on your run, so you are not disturbed by others in the morning. However, you didn’t realize that someone as looking for you. A/n actually asked a maid where you were. When you returned, she looked at you in awe, after your workout, you looked even more like a Goddess compared to her.

“How was your run?”

“Fine.”

“I was wondering if us girls wanted to hang out today since I have nothing to do here.”

“But unlike you, I have work to do here, so you run along and pick some flowers.”

You walked away with maids holding water, towels, and your change of clothes before heading into the lab. In the lab, your eyes met the invitation again, reminding yourself that the Masquerade Ball is coming up and the fashion designer was coming to see you today. Since you had a fitting around your lunchtime, you decided to design some Masquerade Ball friendly weapons. Gun holsters, knife pockets, tracking devices, earpieces, and night vision lenses. Soon after, you were called for your fitting and walked to the garage, got on your motorbike, and rode off to the fashion designers workshop. You arrived and went up to the top floor to meet a similar face who’s designed all of your outfits to the years prior to the ball.

It felt awkward, but, you kept calm during the entire fitting. While you were doing your fitting, you looked around and saw Mark’s and a/n’s outfit designs on the wall, matching in a beautiful navy blue and gold theme. You never matched Mark at these balls, since you kept your love hidden. The designer decided on a red dress with a golden snake necklace and golden embroidery. He would tell you he would send everyone’s outfits early for you to input any proper equipment or defenses.

It wouldn’t take long, it would just be a quick sew and an add on. You had given him the blueprints of the weapons prior so he can highlight and sew in pockets for special items like poison gas. He showed the masks that fit your special requests and accommodations. They had trackers, analyzers, and night vision mode when you looked through it. They also had an x-ray option to see what weapons the person is currently carrying (only for your mask). They also were secret gas masks and could see through smoke bombs. You soon left your fitting and rode back in peace, knowing that the gala will be left in good hands.

A week later, you were sent everyone’s outfits in a vast array of colors from black to yellow. You equipped everyone’s outfits until you hesitated at Mark’s. It was beautiful, and you knew how good he would look in it. It had golden vines across his navy suit jacket. You looked at a/n’s dress thinking how the dress could have been yours, that if things had worked out differently, you would be wearing this dress. This dress should be your dress, not hers.

You were about to burn the dress when you realized how selfish you were being. It’s Mark’s first time going to a ball with a date, and it’s not like he’s unhappy with her, he smiles all the time around her. You delicately placed her dress down, put a tracking device, dagger, and an alarm system connected to Mark, to know when she’s not within the eyesight of Mark. Your dress, you made sure it could be ripped off for any emergency. The skirt part can rip off and reveal your black pants underneath equipped with everything you needed, guns, knives, bombs, and ammo.

You sent the maids to deliver the suits and dresses to all the NCT members, while trainees were either working or have the night off (depending on how well they did on their tests). You also started talking to Hendery more and more, and now you both became very close friends. Mark did notice this and started to fill up Hendery’s schedule so you couldn’t see him often. You both would eat together, and he would hang out with you in the lab on late nights and bring you tea to keep you working. It would not be surprising if you didn’t say you started to warm up to him, or heck even likes him. He was there for you when you needed it, and you trusted him with your heart.

That night you were tired from all of your work you lied down on your bed and thought about Hendery. You wondered if he felt the same way or even liked you. You remembered when he seems excited when you said you would date him, maybe that’s a sign? You told Hendery all of your worries and concerns, and he was there to listen and comfort you. You two also occasionally had sleepovers in your room, pushing each other playing Mario Kart or watching sad romance dramas. He was like a best friend that you loved more. Since your break up with Mark, it’s been a long time since you’ve had a genuine best friend.

Sure, Mark was your best friend (that you dated), but a person to hang out with and spend your free time with was lovely. Yeah, the other guys are still your friends, but they are always super busy and can’t even catch a break with you. The only reason why Hendery can is that he is the head of his own department, and has other people working under him to do his work. Hendery strictly just reports what he gets from his peers. He works in the medicine and health department, which was in another building, to prevent sickness from spreading and allow a separate hospital for NCT.

You didn’t feel like that lonely child anymore, you felt love. Those same fuzzy warm feelings for Mark resonated within Hendery, but were you ever going to tell him? If he doesn’t feel the same thing what is going to happen?

You took a quick shower and changed, continuing to lay on your bed, thinking. Just as you were in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your door. You got up to answer it, and speak of the devil, its Hendery. He walked in a little nervous and sat down on the bed.

“What’s up Hendery?”

“H-hey y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you w-want to come with me to the Masquerade Ball?”

“...”

“A-as f-friends of course...if that makes you feel comfortable.”

“...”

“I-I know you are still hurt from Mark, so I figured you should still enjoy the ball regardless.”

“T-thank you, I would love to go with you Hendery.”

“R-really??”

You then pecked his cheek, which made him blush a crimson red on his cheeks.

“You can also consider me your date then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

He then hugged you before saying goodbye and goodnight, and you somehow lost all of your worries and fell asleep peacefully.

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Only Mine: Chapter 11: Night Out

Summary: Attending a ball with Bucky as his official girlfriend is a big deal for you, and you try to prepare accordingly. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to determine the actions of his enemies.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (nothing graphic here), mobster AU, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3035

A/N: Who’s excited for this? Because I definitely am! Reader’s dress are showcased in the moodboard, for anyone interested, but feel free to imagine any dress you like. It’s your story after all! FEEDBACK is gold my people, so please, please let me know what you all thought of this chapter. Lots of love!! xx

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Waking up, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Well, it actually felt more like a bunch of bats were trying to tear you from the inside, trying to get away, but that didn’t sound so romantic, so when Nat asked you how you were feeling, you told her the butterfly version.

It was Friday morning, and even though you had to go to work, you couldn’t care less about that. Tonight was the night when you’d finally be introduced as Bucky’s girlfriend to more than his closest men and family. And as much as you were nervous about the whole thing, you couldn’t help yourself to feel excited as well.

You knew that the Bucky you’d see in the evening would be a very different version to what you were used to, but you also realised that if this relationship was gonna work, you’d have to get used to even to his official mobster persona. You told him like a million times during the week, that if he treated you like one of your bitches, he’d regret it. Greatly.

And despite him being the actually dangerous one in the relationship, you heard him gulp through the phone, and he just husked out a simple understood, which made you smirk in return. This big mafia boss was yours, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

True, you two didn’t have any conversation regarding your feelings, but if tonight went well, you were determined to tell him how you felt about him. You weren’t able to hide it any longer. Every second you spent with Bucky convinced you that you were doing the right thing, letting him have your heart. As cautious as you were during the very beginnings of your relationship, none of it bothered you now. Every day, Bucky proved to you just how much you meant to him, even if the actual words never left his mouth.

Work was torture because all you could think of was your beautiful dress awaiting you at home, the wonders that Nat could do with your make-up, and the moment you finally was with Bucky again. He has been busy the whole week, only managing to visit you once, for a brief talk before you fell asleep, completely exhausted. You knew he was there with you until you fell asleep, drawing circles on your exposed back, humming compliments into your ear. You remembered thinking that you could get used to something like this every night because sleep always came easier when Bucky was there with you.

So when you finally escaped work, thinking about all those things that happened between you and Bucky, and about what was about to happen, you almost sprinted the whole way to your apartment. You felt like an idiot feeling so giddy about such thing, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your man would be astounded by your appearance tonight, and you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

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“What do you mean nobody saw him for the last 3 weeks?” Bucky’s voice boomed through his office, every man sitting there, shrinking further into their chairs. Bucky was furious, the vein on his forehead was ticking like a time bomb, ready to explode, his nostrils flaring like an angry lion. Even Sam and Steve were quiet, their heads bowed because they knew too well that were they to piss Bucky off at that particular moment, a bullet might be the next thing they saw.

As much as Bucky seemingly calmed down ever since you walked into his life, it didn’t seem to affect his work. He was as ruthless as ever, maybe even more, because now he had an actual person to protect from all the shit happening in the city.

And Pierce being underground didn’t seem like him, and it made chills run down Bucky’s spine. He needed to know where Pierce was at all times, and because his men forgot to mention that they couldn’t find him for the good part of the month, Bucky was ready to explode.

“Why the fuck is nobody speaking up? Didn’t I tell you that the second something changes with that motherfucker, you come right to me? Huh? Or are you idiots to fucking dumb to remember a simple task? I’m looking at you two shitheads, Rumlow, Johnson. I thought you were assigned to his case!”

The two men still didn’t look at Bucky, probably not even breathing in fear it would make Bucky snap.

“I expect answers!” Bucky yelled, and he saw Peter flinching from the corner of his eye. But he didn’t care, not at that moment. Somebody’s hurt feelings were the last of his worries, and if he had to, he would beat the information out of his own men.

“We thought he just had a vacation, or something, y’know?”

Boom.

A book that was laying on Bucky’s side of the table was sent flying across the room and landed with a loud thud.

“Vacation? You’ve got to be kidding me, Rumlow. For fuck’s sake. Dig deeper and fucking find him. And I’m telling you, if anybody crashes tonight’s party, heads will be chopped off. And I fucking mean it, so I advise everybody here to fucking do something about it. I want all the other guys at the ball too, I want everyone there in case Pierce decided to show up.”

Bucky yelled and left the room before he actually hurt somebody. Steve and Sam shared a look before they both got up from their chairs and followed Bucky outside. The rest of the men remained seated, waiting till they heard some door closing behind Bucky, so they could sneak out unwatched.

Bucky went outside to the porch, watching the trees move under the light breeze, trying to think of things to calm him down. He really didn’t want to have to kill anybody on his own team, but it was getting harder and harder to keep to that.

He knew Steve and Sam would come to talk to him, so it didn’t surprise him when he heard the door opening and closing and set of two boots strutting towards him.

“It’s probably nothing, Buck, and you know it. If the guys genuinely thought it was something, they would have told you. I bet they just didn’t want to disturb your honeymoon phase with Y/N. We all see how happy you are with her, and nobody wants to destroy that,” Steve said softly, patting Bucky on his shoulder.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. He knew Steve was probably right about the men, and definitely right about you. Just the thought of you laughing at something stupid he told you made a small smile creep to his cheeks. You’ve ruined him for any other woman, that was for sure. Maybe, you even ruined him for the line of work, people trying to protect him from any sort of information was not something that happened too often.

“I know, and all that’s nice, but when I give an order, I fucking expect people to follow it, and not think about my poor, poor heart. I’m the boss here, and something, I’ve the feeling people forget it.”

“Ha! Don’t worry, you instilled the fear of God in them a long time ago. Nobody doubts what you’re willing to do for the city, for your men. Trust me, man, if anything, they fear you even more, because everyone knows that were something to happen to Y/N, you’d probably murder half the city, including them,” Sam smiled at Bucky, patting his other shoulder.

Bucky nodded thankfully at both his friends, feeling better about himself and about the whole situation already. He huffed out a breath he was holding and let himself get excited about tonight. His birthday was on Sunday, but he wanted the ball to be on Friday, and the theme for this year was Hell. Simple but effective, Bucky thought, and he seriously couldn’t wait to see what you’d wear.

He wanted to buy you a dress, but you insisted on them being a surprise, and, honestly, Bucky wanted to be surprised by you and your beauty. The night couldn’t come soon enough for him.

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It was a surprise to find Peter standing in front of your door at 8 sharp, and even a bigger surprise was that Bucky wasn’t there with him. You scolded yourself inwardly because you knew it was his party and the host should probably be there for when all the guests arrived. Still. Your possessive ass wanted him for yourself, and it only now dawned on you that tonight would be the first night when you’d be with him, be he wouldn’t be entirely yours.

“You look exquisite, Y/N. Bucky is gonna faint when he sees you,” Peter interrupted your invasive thoughts, and you blushed slightly at his compliment. You looked him up and down, finding him dressed in a suit, looking sharp as hell.

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, Mr Handsome! All you mobster boys can dress up really nicely, Imma give you that,” you smirked at him, getting into the back of the car. You could see Peter blushing as well, and you had to chuckle. He really was too sweet for this life.

The car ride was filled with the two of you laughing like crazy people, him sharing some stories about his aunt May, while you told him what your younger twin-sisters did to prank you when they were little. You didn’t even realise you were driving so long when you suddenly saw a beautiful renaissance building in front of you, with red and black drapes hanging on the railings, giving the whole building a hellish look.

Bucky really did take the whole theme seriously, you thought as you got out of the car with Peter’s help.

You looked around the entrance, and could already see many people, standing there and chatting. Your eyes slid to the women, who were all scarcely dressed, all their dresses reminding you more of lingerie than an actual dress. You gulped and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling weird in your silky red dress with tin straps and long slit. It was still a long dress, and you wished you wore something more revealing, doubting that Bucky would even spare you a glance in the vast amount of mini-dresses, where the women showed their panties without hesitation.

Peter saw your doubts, and he rushed to your side. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he wanted to make sure you were ok, nevertheless.

“He’s right inside, Y/N. C’mon, you look lovely, and I bet the big boss is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Look around, Peter. Everyone looks much hotter than me and, let’s be honest, Bucky is more prone to look at the girls with their boobs spilling out of their dress than at me, barely showing anything other than a bit of cleavage and my leg. Ugh! I should’ve known that this was not a normal ball. Maybe I should’ve let Bucky buy me the damn dress, and he would actually like what he saw!”

Peter squinted his eyes and then raised his eyebrow, unbelievingly.

“Wait a second. You think Bucky will be interested in anybody else than you? I meant it when I said you looked exquisite, and if you only gave Bucky the chance to actually tell you himself, maybe these idiotic doubts wouldn’t come to your mind,” Peter said with a smirk, proud that he could scold you like that without apologising.

You gaped at him slightly, before you blinked a few times and let him know that you were ready to walk into the lion’s den. You caught Peter’s elbow, not willing to face all those people alone, and he gladly let you use his arm as both physical and moral support.

You could feel people staring at you, some with curiosity, but most, and especially the women, with distrust and disdain. You pursed your lips even harder, not giving them the chance to talk to you because you needed to find your footing first. You needed to find Bucky to calm down. Or to tell you that you weren’t what he wanted and you could go home and cry.

Peter wasn’t really sure where his boss was, but he was determined to find him as soon as possible, preferably before you’ve had enough of your self-doubts and turned around to leave the party. From the very first second, Peter met you, he enjoyed your presence, around the mansion and around Bucky, and he was determined to keep you two together.

When he finally noticed three men, standing like they owned the place, and he noticed that the shapes of the heads matched heads of Bucky, Steve, and Sam, he quickened his pace, not realising that your high heels didn’t let you run around like him. He tapped Bucky’s shoulder, and for a second, he was scared of his boss because Bucky gave him a look that said how dare you to disturb me, but that quickly changed.

Bucky glanced at Peter with a snarky retort on his tongue, when he noticed somebody with their beauty beyond words gripping Peter’s arm and his heart skipped a beat.

You looked like a goddess, or the queen of hell, to be more precise. Your dress wasn’t as revealing as most of the women in the ballroom, but maybe that was why Bucky loved your dress even more. They hugged your curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination as they accentuated your breasts and your hips with your ass, the slit on your leg revealing your perfect thigh to the world. And as happy as Bucky was to see you, he suddenly didn’t like that dress that much.

You watched as Bucky’s expression changed from bitchy to amazed, to angry in a few seconds, and the last look almost made you take a step back. Why he was angry, suddenly, was beyond you.

Bucky nodded at Peter, who then let go of your arm, and Bucky stood impossibly close to you, pressing his chest against you in a desperate hug.

“What do you think you’re wearing, doll?” He hissed into your ear, and you bowed your head, ashamed. You knew he’d be pissed because you didn’t show enough.

“I’m so sorry, James. I thought this was a ball as in a ball, but when I came and saw all the mini dresses all around, I felt like a fool. I still do. Maybe I can make Peter drive me to the closest mall, and I can get myself something shorter? Or maybe tighter? I know how much-“

“Shorter? Tighter? Have you lost your fucking mind? I thought you were revealing too much! Everyone can see your perfect body like that, and that body’s mine! I don’t want these sly men ogling what’s fucking mine!”

You frowned and pulled away from him slightly.

“What? Have you seen what the other women are wearing? I’m like the most modest person here, babe!”

“Yeah, but all these women are mostly sluts only here to try and get into our pants. And while I’d love you in my pants, I can’t stand the idea that other men are thinking the same fucking thing,” he growled and instinctively pulled you to him again. You let him and smirked into the crook of his neck. He still had eyes just for you.

“I’m yours, Mr Barnes. No need to be jealous. I don’t care what other people think as long as you’re not ogling other women,” he whispered into his ear, and it was now his turn to pull away, his mouth turned to an amused smirk.

“Other women? I don’t even fucking see other women, doll. I told you, you’re different, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You giggled before he pulled you in a heated kiss, obviously laying claim on you, but you couldn’t care less. His claim on you meant that you had a claim on him, and so you happily obliged, hoping that all those bitches were watching you and understanding that your man was off-limits.

Bucky seemed to have read your mind because he gave you a knowing look and pecked your lips once again, before you started walking around the room, him talking to some important people, while you were standing by his side, calming him with your presence.

The whole night was rather pleasant, Bucky’s hand firmly placed on your hip, and whenever you had to go to the restroom, he would make Peter or Drax, or both take you there and back to him after. You wanted to fight him on this, but one stern look from him told you that this was not the place nor time when you should protest against his commands. So you always just rolled your eyes, inwardly, and let the guys take you to the restroom.

When you were back in Bucky’s arms, his shoulder lost the tension they had whenever you left his side. It was well after midnight, both you and Bucky had a glass of champagne in your hands, and you were stealing away a second for yourselves, having a hard time to keep your hands on your own bodies, when the other looked so delicious when you heard the first crash.

Bucky’s playful side was suddenly gone, and in was the sharp and concentrated man you remembered from the night of your attack. You exchanged a quick glance before you stepped into the room.

Another crash sounded, and you only then realised what it was. Gunshots. Somebody was shooting in the ballroom.

Before you knew what was happening, you were on the ground, panting heavily, and a pain shot through your whole body. This wasn’t happening.

It was only when you saw droplets of blood around you that you let the panic overwhelm you. You were under attack, and there was almost a zero chance that the two of you would make it out alive.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,631

Chapter 28: Rain

“Then I turned my eyes to the window and everything looks gray. Gray city, gray buildings, gray roads, gray rain.”

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Seoul – Sinchon; Seodaemun District South Korea

“You’re a lifesaver, Raelyn-ssi!”

“Yeah, thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“We had our hands full, so we really appreciate it.”

Raelyn smiled brightly, shaking her head as she waved at her fellow nurses at the hospital she was dispatched to. They all shared a laugh in the break room, steaming paper cups of coffee cradled in each of their hands as they chatted about how busy their schedules had been. Raelyn’s Korean was good enough that she could keep up with the various dialects that filled the room; from as deep in the city as Seoul to as far as the countryside as Gwangju. She enjoyed getting to know each of the nurses and orderlies who milled in and out of the main general hospital in Seodaemun.

Normally, her hospital in Gangnam was busy. But her supervisor insisted that her expertise would be better suited in Seodaemun for that week. If they needed her longer, she was given the go-ahead to remain for a few more days. Either way, she would earn a full week of PTO when she returned and she certainly wasn’t about to start complaining about that.

Part of her was happy to be out of Gangnam for a few days. She needed time to process things and really think about what road she was taking. Raelyn felt slightly hypocritical when she thought about her relationship with Taehyung, and on many levels at that.

While the Golden Jackals may have been no more, it didn’t change that their foundation was still a little unstable. People wouldn’t shift their opinions about them so easily, though it was becoming less and less difficult to throw that mantle into their faces. However, she was no fool to how the criminal underworld worked. If anything, the lack of firearms made Korean gangsters scarier than American gangsters. In America, all a civilian needed was another gun. While a normal person could carry a knife, the difference was that Korean gangsters could all fight. All of them. They wouldn’t hesitate to pierce someone with a knife or bludgeon someone to death with a steel pipe.

Getting their hands dirty was part of the territory.

When she thought about it, Raelyn probably attributed her attraction to Hoseok to that level of danger at first. Discovering that he was the leader only caused her adrenaline to soar to new heights, tickling the senses and rousing a deep-seated darkness that she had long since buried while she was living in the States. Raelyn was young and foolish in her younger years, running headlong into the fire and not caring if she wound up getting scorched or not. The feeling of her heart pumping like a piston in her chest made her feel alive. She was addicted to that chemical that released itself in her brain.

There was an actual condition for something like that. “Adrenaline Junkie” as she had once affectionately been called by her peers. That sense of danger excited her. Dealing with Hoseok and the other Golden Jackals was guaranteed a life of said danger.

When feelings were involved, however, Raelyn realized very quickly that the criminal life wasn’t for her. She could handle the backdoor dealings and under the table handshakes. She could take the mask she often had to don when she walked beside Hoseok during gatherings, both with his underlings and his main umbrella. What Raelyn couldn’t handle was seeing someone she cared about constantly in pain; struggling mentally and physically with his own demons as he promised that things would change. He made those promises as easily as it was for him to breathe.

In the beginning, she’d believed that they were all lies. That he was just saying what she wanted to hear to get her to stay by his side. It was the sort of thing Raelyn expected from most people in her life; men and women, friends and family alike. Nothing changed. Nothing ever did.

But now things were different. Things were beginning to change. Raelyn felt conflicted for the first time in a long while.

“Oh, dammit,” she heard one of the orderlies say, rising from his chair to cross the breakroom, “I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

Raelyn craned her neck with the others in the room, seeing the sudden torrential downpour that fell from the skies. While everyone else groaned in shared sentiments, she smirked and continued to sip her coffee. She didn’t mind the rain. She minded it even less when she didn’t have an umbrella.

It’ll be fine, she thought while setting her cup down on the table, a little rain never hurt anyone.

Her phone buzzed on the table, causing her to raise a brow when she saw two messages. One was from Taehyung, asking the normal question of when she was going to come back home. She shook her head, not sure if she wanted to answer him just yet. It wasn’t like she was avoiding him, but it would be a lie if she said his promise hadn’t shaken her up a bit. Why he felt it was even necessary for her...what did that say about her?

Had she made it that obvious?

The second message was from Eden, which had her almost laughing.

Eden: I’m sick of having to deal with this shit by myself. Ana is in LaLa Land and I’m not having it. You hear me? I spoke with your supervisor and he said today’s your last day at that hospital. I’m coming to pick you up. Don’t even think about trying to dodge me.

She picked up the phone, sending her a ‘smirk’ emoji, before replacing the phone into her pocket. Raelyn scoffed, finishing her coffee and tossing the cup into the trash. If anyone didn’t know any better, people would think that Eden was her girlfriend.

“Raelyn-ssi,” one of the female nurses called out to her, “are you going to be busy later? We were thinking about getting drinks after our shifts were over.”

Eyeing her wristwatch, Raelyn sighed. She was scheduled to do one more walk through of her rounds and then she could call it a day. By the time she finished, Eden would be arriving at the hospital.

Looking up at her fellow nurse, she shook her head and smirked. “I’ll have to take a raincheck, Mina-ssi. My ride is going to be here after we do our rounds.”

A few of her colleagues pouted and she laughed. It was a short amount of time she was dispatched to the hospital, but they already welcomed her as one of them. It was nice to be valued for her skills and who she was as a person versus the color of her skin.

Fifteen minutes seemed to fly by faster than she’d anticipated. As soon as Raelyn finished checking on her last patient, she made her way to the front desk to let them know she was leaving for the evening. Already other nurses and orderlies were coming in to relieve the Day Side crew of their shift – taking on the evening hours until the Overnight shift would come in to replace them .

As if on cue, her phone buzzed and it was a message from Eden telling her that she was pulling up. The rain hadn’t eased up. If anything, it was coming down harder than it had just a while ago. Mulling over the downpour, Raelyn was inwardly thanking Eden for being so stubborn. A little rain never hurt anyone, but a lot of rain in early Spring could cause someone to get sick. Maybe even her.

She waved to the receptionist at the front desk, clutching at her light jacket and bag. As she exited the building, Raelyn stopped just short of the hospital’s awning. She looked around, trying to spy out Eden’s car, and pouted when she didn’t see the mixed girl’s vehicle in sight. Pulling out her phone, she began texting her that she was outside. Raelyn pouted, tapping her foot on the concrete pavement.

“She demands I don’t ditch her, and she goes and ditches me ,” she muttered, turning her head in every direction to see if maybe she’d just missed her friend, “that bitch.”

“Take your fuckin’ hands off me!”

Whipping her head to the right, Raelyn’s eyes widened slightly. It was Eden’s voice. Taking a half step forward, the fronts of her shoes got wet from the water splashing on the ground. Squinting, she tried to make out what was happening in the parking lot. Eden was standing there with an umbrella opened over her head, her other hand clinging to a smaller one – presumably for Raelyn. However, there were about four men attempting to accost her.

Raelyn took another step forward, about to intervene. But before she could open her mouth and yell, she saw Eden dropping the umbrella in her hand only to extend the smaller one in her other hand, rearing her arms around her and swinging like she was holding a baseball bat. Successfully clobbering one on the side of the neck, Raelyn could only watch as her friend spun on her heel and smashed her combat clad foot into the gut of one of the men who tried to grab her by the shoulder.

Sighing, Raelyn knew that it was useless trying to get in the middle of one of Eden’s scuffles. The woman was damned and determined to spit in the face of society because they continued spitting in hers. She was hoping that giving Jungkook a chance would loosen Eden up, but it only proved to get the woman even more riled up than usual.

Just as Raelyn was about to take a lean against one of the hospital pillars, one of the men reached out and snatched Eden by the back of her hair. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, causing Eden’s head to whip back and she yelled in protest. Raelyn’s legs moved before her mind could process anything, her shoes splashing in small puddles of water as she attempted to close the distance between her and her friend.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!”

No sooner had Raelyn yelled it, did the man holding Eden’s hair scream in pain. He immediately wrenched his hand from her thick curly locks, now soaked in the downpour. Clutching at his wrist, she saw the blood weeping from his fingers and palm. Raelyn skidded to a halt, blinking wildly as she attempted to process just what in the hell just happened. Tilting her head, she didn’t have time to really get a look at the man’s hand before she saw Eden’s knee crash into the side of his temple.

As Eden’s boot slammed into the ground, soft tinkling sounds followed. Raelyn’s eyes shifted to the ground and she could only stare agape at the three razor blades now on the ground. Her eye-line moved to meet Eden’s and her friend smirked, tossing the small umbrella to Raelyn who caught it robotically in her hands.

“I brought this so you wouldn’t have to be standin’ out in the rain,” she replied cheekily. All Raelyn could do was stare at her. Eden cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“…did you really just—”

Before she could get the words out, one of the other men grabbed Eden by the wrist – yanking her backward with all the force he could muster. Her heels slipped on the wet concrete and Raelyn let out a sharp gasp when Eden slammed back-first onto the ground. There was a distinct pop from her shoulder and her yell exploded from her chest.

“Mother…fucker!” Eden snarled through clenched teeth, glaring at the man holding her arm through one open eye. “Let go of me!”

“Let go of her!” Raelyn screamed in tandem with her friend, ready to clobber him with the umbrella the same way her friend had.

“Oi! Let her go, Taewon-ah,” called a voice over the roaring rainstorm.

The man immediately released Eden’s arm, her limb splashing into the water and Raelyn was at her friend’s side – already helping her onto her feet. Her arm dangled limply at her side, but she could feel Eden shaking furiously in her grasp. Whatever pain her friend was in, she apparently didn’t care. The mixed girl was ready to fight like a wild tiger who’d had its whiskers pulled.

Standing off to the side was a man with dark auburn hair dressed in a long black trench coat, a tailored gray suit underneath. He held a clear umbrella over his head, the four men who assaulted Eden now standing by his side. They clasped their hands in front of them, stoic like soldiers despite one of the men’s hands bleeding freely in conjunction with the rain. Still mentally reeling over her friend having razor blades hidden in her hair, she turned to head back inside to treat Eden’s dislocated shoulder.

“I can see why she’s the Steel Claw ’s girlfriend,” she heard the man say from behind her.

Raelyn paused, slowly pivoting around but careful not to aggravate Eden’s arm further. “What did you say?”

“She’s feisty, that one.” He grinned, one hand slipping into the pocket of his jacket. “It’s almost a waste, really.”

Eden spit at him despite being several feet away. “And who in the fuck are you?”

He bowed his head politely, his eyes still locked on theirs. “Lee Minhyuk,” he said easily, straightening to his full height, “Jindo Dog of the Jade Fangs.”

A ball of ice crashed into Raelyn’s gut. “W-What?” She tried to maintain her sense of calm, but found it was difficult the more she stared into his icy smile.

Her friend’s laughter cut through her trepidation. “And we’re supposed to give a shit, why? What’s that got to do with those punks following me around like some fuckin’ cockroaches, huh?”

Raelyn was angry now. “You should know by now that the Golden Jackals have phased out from gangster business. Why do you guys insist on poking around?”

Minhyuk shrugged one shoulder. “In our world, it’s not so easy to step into the light. It's a fickle place and treats scoundrels like us as little more than garbage.” Even though his smile was present, his eyes narrowed. “Changkyun-ah is curious, is all.”

“About what?” Raelyn snapped, readjusting her hold on Eden.

“He wants to know if what Hoseok-ah and the others are doing is genuine or just some big show to hide their true plans.” He shrugged again, closing his eyes this time. “And what it will take to drag them back into the shadows with the rest of us.”

“You lousy sack of shit!” Eden shifted forward, attempting to lunge at Minhyuk but Raelyn held her back.

Minhyuk chuckled, pivoting so that only his profile was in view. “One of the tigers has claws. That makes things interesting, for sure. I apologize for the boys’ behavior. They get a little excited from time to time.” Craning his neck slightly so he could face them, he bowed his head again in a polite gesture that was in stark contrast to what his actual words were conveying. “Take care, ladies.”

Neither of them moved, watching Minhyuk leave with his small entourage. When it finally appeared that they were gone, Raelyn felt Eden slump against her. Without wasting another second, she yelled for help and a few of the EMTs who were pulling up for their shift came to her aid. They hauled Eden onto a gurney and wheeled her into the hospital, Raelyn already calling Jungkook to let him know what happened.

The rain was lost to the sound of her raging heartbeat.

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stratus-skye07 · 5 years ago

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You Think You Know Me | Chen

Requested: Can I request Chen x reader where Chen is a mafia leader but the reader doesn't know until the reader finds out and they have a big argument which causes the reader to leave but the reader comes back and they make up. Super fluff and angst thanks

Genre: Angst / Fluff Ending / Mafia AU

Word Count: 11k

It’s odd when you look back at how you were a few years ago and how much has changed. Of course, it happens but to such an extent where you feel like you were living someone else’s life.

Living a normal life is what a majority of the population come to expect as they get older. For some, it’s easier, and others it’s not as easy. I was given the short end of the stick in life. Both my parents died when I was young, leaving me to be raised by my grandpa who eventually passed away shortly after I graduated high school. I was alone.

Fending for myself, I didn’t have the financial means to go to college so working part-time jobs was my only way to eat and have a roof over my head. While working one of my jobs is when I met him.

Being a waitress pays well, at least for me, but can be the most tiring job of them all. It wasn’t easy getting this job at such a popular and elegant restaurant so I work my hardest to do the job well.

Tonight’s reservation is supposed to be the most important for the restaurant. It’s booked out to a group of very important businessman. They buy out the restaurant every now and again to hold meetings of important matters. This was the first time they would be here since I’ve been working here.

The owner of the restaurant hands me a four-page nondisclosure agreement, “I’m gonna need you to read over this and sign it for tonight’s guest. Should you choose not to sign then I’ll have to replace you.”

I raise my eyebrows, “So these guys are a huge deal?” I ask.

He nods, “Yes, they’re old friends of mine and have given a helping hand in making the restaurant the way it is. I let them come here to hold their meetings in confidentiality so whatever you hear doesn’t leave this place.”

“Can I ask what kind of business they do?”

He sighs, “A wide variety of marketing. So please read over this, sign it, and give it to me before tonight.”

It took me a few rereads to be sure that I understood everything that was expected of me before I officially signed the NDA and handed it in. Shortly before the guest was due to arrive, I mentally prepare myself to work the rest of the night. While tying my apron, I overhear some of the girls talking about tonight’s event.

One of them claps in excitement, “I’ve been waiting for tonight since the last time they were here.”

“I know, we rarely get any handsome guys to come in but for one night, we get nine of them all at once.”

“Last time they were here, Kai winked at me. How can someone look so cute but sexy with that grin of his?”

Seeing as these two have worked here long enough to know something about these guys. I’m not close to either of them but it wouldn’t hurt to ask about them.

“Who exactly are these guys?” I ask, entering their conversation.

They both start to gush again when one of them explains, “They’re all CEOs of different companies. They come together for meetings to collaborate on their businesses.”

“The best part is they’re bachelors.”

I nod, “Usually rich businessmen are. I’m sure they have a fiance waiting for them somewhere.”

Both girls began to giggle again, “They’re self-made CEOs so their parents do force them to get married.”

“Which means they get to marry whoever they want.” The other girl adds.

I hum in understanding of their excitement, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?” I say jokingly to get their emotions riled up again.

They both nod in glee until one of them stops, “Well maybe not with Kim Jongdae.”

The other looks sad as well, “Oh yeah, Mr. Kim.”

“Mr. Kim?” I ask.

“He’s the big boss of the other eight. He’s much tougher to get his attention. All the others at least glance at us when we walk around to serve but Mr. Kim doesn’t even flinch. He’s either really not interested or he’s gay, which is such a loss for women.”

Before I could get any more information about the group, we had to get to work as they arrived. I and the two other girls stood across from the table that was in the center of the room. The nine men enter the room. We all bow our heads to greet the men. The silence is deafening. The only sound that’s being made is the set of footsteps walking around the room.

As they take their seats, we go to work. The girls gave me a rundown of everyone’s names. On one side of the table sat, Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok, and Kim Jongin. The second important CEO, Kim Junmyeon, sits on the other side followed by Do Kyungsoo, Zhang Yixing and Byun Baekhyun. I can already tell from his position at the end of the table that is was the boss of bosses, Mr. Kim.

I go around handing each of them their menus until I reach Mr. Kim. As I’m turning to face him, my apron slides across the table causing it to take his fork with it. The fork lands on the floor. I gasp as I quickly bend down to reach for it but Mr. Kim’s hand reaches for it just as fast causing our hands to touch.

I look up to meet his eyes. I bow my head, “I’m sorry, I’ll get you a new one.”

He gives me a gentle smile as he shakes his head, “It’s okay, I believe in the five-second rule.” I chuckle at his comment as I rise to my feet to continue serving.

A few minutes go by and the guys have ordered. Their food begins to arrive in the room. I’m pouring the wine when I notice, the two girls discussing something at the opposite side of the room. Once I finish, I walk over to them to see what the problem is.

“Everyone is waiting for their food, what’s going on?” I whisper to them.

“She forgot who ordered what.”

I look at the other to ask, “How did you forget, you took their orders.”

“I know but I forgot to write their names down along with the orders.” She explains in a slight frantic without causing a scene.

“Is the food ready yet? I’m hungry.” The one named Baekhyun asks.

“I’m screwed.”

I sigh, “Just grab a plate and watch for my signal.” Luckily for her, I overheard them making their decisions before ordering. My memory has never failed me in all my years of living.

I take half of the plates and give them to their owners. While I’m setting a plate down to Suho that’s sitting at the opposite side of the table, I glance as the girl walks slowly towards Chanyeol with Minseok’s plate. I slightly shake my head twice until she reaches Minseok to which I nod.

Once all the food has been given out I attempt to go back to my position with the other girls when a loud voice calls out to me.

“You!” I turn to find, of all people, Mr. Kim pointing at me. “Come here.”

I stand beside him, “Yes, sir?”

Slowly his gaze goes from the center of the table, up to me. “Did anyone ask an opinion from you?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, not understanding what he meant. His attitude is completely different than how it was just a few minutes ago.

He just raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. I quickly lower my head, “No, sir.”

“You seem to have some issues controlling the balance of your head.” He says.

He must be talking about the signals I was giving the girl about each dish. I don’t know what to say to him without throwing my coworker under the bus.

“I-I was just recalling something completely irrelevant. I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding.” I say bowing my head.

He scoffs then begins to spit out numbers, “Zero, nine, two, one, one, nine, nine, two.”

I look at him in confusion, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“If you have such a great memory then you must be smart as well. Add all the numbers I just said then multiply it by nine. If you get it wrong, you’re fired.”

I scoff at how ridiculous this has come down to. I stare at the center of the table as I begin to think.

Mr. Kim shakes his head, “If it’s too difficult then maybe this job is too hard for-”

I finish thinking to answer, “Two hundred and ninety-seven.” I return his gaze. It’s not difficult, I was just finishing multiplying thirty-three by nine.”

The room is silent as I begin to feel like I’m causing more trouble than just getting fired and leaving but I need this job and I won’t let some snobby CEO take it away from me when he has no idea the struggle it is to work in the lower class.

I bow respectfully, “I can see that I’ve caused some discomfort in the room and for that, I apologize. I’ll excuse myself.”

“No.” He stops me, “Stay and do your job.”

Without saying anything else, he continued to talk to the other men as if nothing happened. I continued to serve the whole table but at the same time, I began to have a feeling that I was being watched. I wanted to think that it was Mr. Kim watching me but the girls said so themselves that he never bats an eye at any woman. I brush off the feeling until the end of the night.

After the men have finished eating, I and the other girls take the plates to the back so we can end our night when the boss approaches me.

“Y/N, can I have a word with you.” He asks.

My heart begins to race thinking about what it could be. Is he actually gonna fire me? My answer wasn’t wrong. Yet again, I doubt he would just let an incident like that pass.

We go into his office. After he closes the door, he stands in front of me. I lower my gaze awaiting what he was going to say.

He sighs, “What an interesting night for you. I can’t say I’ve seen worse.”

“I apologize for causing you trouble,” I say.

He nods before extending his hand to me, “Here.”

Reaching out my hand, he hands me an envelope. With confidence, I take it and open it to find money inside.

“Is this my last pay?” I ask, knowing the answer.

Suddenly, he starts chuckling. “No, I’m not firing you. This is from Mr. Kim. It’s your tip.”

My eyes widen as I look at the wad of money that’s in the envelope. Too much to give a waitress as a tip.

“I thought he didn’t like me,” I say in shock.

“The opposite, actually. He was impressed that you were able to get the answer correct and also put him in place so respectfully. He says you worked hard and to keep it up.”

Shaking my head, I leave his office in disbelief. Once the shock factor goes away, I begin to think that this amount of money isn’t right to keep. Call me dumb but there’s only so much money a person can accept for an odd reason.

I run out of the restaurant to find Mr. Kim but by the time I spot him, he’s getting into his car and begins to drive away. In a quick attempt to catch up and get his attention, I end up breaking the heel of my shoe. I fall on the sidewalk, nearly twisting my ankle.

Great, if things could’ve gotten any weirder for tonight.

On my next day off, I ask my boss where Mr. Kim works so that I could return his money. As much as I need the money, I don’t think it’s right to take this much for not doing much. In a way, I feel like I would owe that person something if I kept it.

I would’ve come sooner but my ankle ended up swelling which kept me from working for a few days. It’s still a bit tender to walk on but I didn’t wanna prolong giving the money back.

With a lot of pleading, he gives me the address to his company. The tall exterior of the building is a little intimidating but I push that thought out of my head or else I would never go in.

I enter the building where there’s a lot of businesspeople walking around. I notice the reception desk that had five different secretaries sitting.

I approach one of the employees, “Excuse me, is CEO Kim Jongdae available?”

“Do you have an appointment?” She asks.

Before I can say no and expect to get turned away, there’s a familiar voice that says from behind me, “She does now.”

Looking over my shoulder, there’s Kim Jongdae.

After the awkward staredown, he has me following him up to the top of the building which is most likely where his office is located. I tried to just tell him straightforwardly that I didn’t want the money so it wouldn’t take up any more of his time but he insisted I follow him to talk.

I felt uncomfortable the entire time we were waiting in the elevator to get to his floor. He didn’t even look at me the entire time. I also felt out of place since the building was filled with businessmen and women then there’s me. A random girl walking in, wearing jeans and a hoodie.

Once we enter his office, I’m amazed at how large it is. I almost mistook it for a meeting room but I’m not exactly familiar with the business lifestyle.

Mr. Kim walks over to his desk to sit in his chair when he starts to speak again, “So what do I owe this sudden visit? Did you come for another problem to solve?” He asks jokingly.

I shake my head, “It’s actually about this.” I take out the envelope from my jacket pocket, “This tip you left me.”

He raises his eyebrows, “What about it? Was it not enough?”

“No, it was actually too much. I can’t accept this much no matter how much I may need it. So I’m returning it.” I say sliding the thick envelope onto his table.

He shakes his head, “I don’t want it back. It’s no longer mine.”

I scoff, “Are you seriously choosing to be difficult about this?”

Shrugging, he adjusts himself in his seat, “The real question is, why did it take you so long to come here to return it? Did you have an inner moral discussion for the past few days?”

No, my ankle was killing me but I won’t bother telling him my problems. A man of his stature doesn’t understand the struggles of low-class people like me anyway.

I simply shake my head, “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just take your money back. I’m sure it doesn’t really matter to you anyways.”

I turn to walk out of the office when my ankle begins to act up again. I yelp in pain as I quickly bounce off it but lose my balance in the process. I reach for something to hold so I can let the sting pass but I end up leaning into Mr. Kim.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I say nervously feeling the firmness of his body against mine. “It’s just my ankle.”

Looking up at him in surprise at how quick he was to come to my aid. I try to push away from him but he held me in place to not lean on my foot.

“Come here,” He leads me to the chair across from his desk, “Sit. Let me take a look at it.”

Kneeling in front of me, he reaches for my ankle but I quickly pull my leg back to hide it, “It’s not a big deal. It’s still in the healing process.”

“Don’t make me hold you down.” He says in an aggressive voice. “Let me see.” His tone isn’t a threatening one but more like a dad ordering their kid to show their scraped knee.

Not wanting to argue about it, I lift my ankle. It’s kind of embarrassing having a complete stranger check on your ankle for you, especially when that stranger is as handsome as Mr. Kim.

He takes off my sneaker and lowers my sock to where only my ankle was exposed. He gazes at the slight bruising around it. Once I got home that night, it swelled up. Now that the swelling went down, it left behind the bruises which make it difficult to walk around sometime.

“When did this happen?” He asks as he moves my ankle around.

“That night,” I say not giving much information about how it occurred.

“Was it because of the money, you ended up hurting yourself.” He asks in a low voice.

Ignoring eye contact, I don’t say anything but I know that he put two and two together to get somewhat an idea of how I hurt myself.

Without saying anything else, Mr. Kim walks out of the office then returns with a first aid kit. He takes out a pain patch and carefully places it over the bruised area.

Suddenly he speaks again but with a much softer tone, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I gave you that much money because I felt bad for embarrassing you. I misunderstood you, twice now, and I don’t usually do that so apologizing isn’t something I do often. Giving money is what I’m used to since no one questions it. They just take it.”

“It’s a shock when you find that not everyone’s like that,” I say.

He begins to massage the patch. At first, it was painful but he adjusted the pressure so it felt more soothing. My eyes began to linger around the movement of his hands. His slender fingers going up and down my leg made it harder to breathe.

“Mr. Kim...”

I immediately lose my train of thought when his gaze turns to me again. Neither of us moves an inch. My stomach is beginning to knot up at the sight of him. Unwelcoming thoughts begin to come to mind of his hands moving a high to grip my thighs.

That thought is knocked out of my head when the phone on his desk begins to ring. He sighs before pressing the speaker button.

“Mr. Kim, your meeting is about to start.” The woman on the phone says.

“I’ll be right there.” He confirms.

Putting my shoe back on, I take the envelope that I had left on his desk and take out a twenty-dollar bill.

“I’ll accept this as my tip. I’m sorry to disturb you.” I say as I bow my head.

Without saying another word or allowing him to say anything back, I leave his office. For most of my life, I’ve known when to draw the line. Kim Jongdae is in another world than me so he’s on the other side of a line that I can’t cross. It’s better to leave this way.

A couple weeks go by and work has been busier than ever. My ankle stopped hurting that helped a lot in keeping up the pace of work. The only thing that has become a pain in the ass for tonight is the douche bag businessmen that are sitting in my section. All of them obviously married but still try their best to flirt with me. Married men like them make me wonder how their wives even said yes.

I approach the table again to refill their drinks. The three men turn their attention to me as I lean in to pour the wine into their glasses.

“Y/N,” One of the older men with glasses calls me, “what time do you get off work?”

I scoff, “Around the time you should be putting your kids to bed.” I say.

I try to stay as calm as I can when it comes to customers like these because it’s my job to maintain a kind demeanor towards everyone but I don’t want them to think they can do whatever they want just because they’re the customers.

The man chuckles, “I like a kitty with claws. How about when you get off work I take you home in my car. It’s a really fancy one.” His tone is almost like he’s trying to talk brainless person.

“I’m afraid I have more important things to attend to, sir. Enjoy the rest of your meal.” I say with a forced smile to my face.

The work night is finally over. The rest of the night got a little easier after those businessmen left. With my purse over my shoulder, I head out of the restaurant to walk towards the bus stop. I just want to go home and pass out from the constant walking around.

As I’m walking down the sidewalk, a car pulls up beside me and parks. I don’t think anything of it until I hear the driver call me by name.

“Y/N!”

Turning my head, I see the man from earlier. He gets out of his car to approach me. He has this odd-looking smile on his face once he’s in front of me.

He points to his car, “I told you I had a nice car. Get in and let me take you for a spin.”

I take a step away, “No, that’s okay. I have to get home or else my boyfriend will get worried. Please get home safely.”

I begin to walk away but he continues to follow my every step, “Well, let me give you a ride home. I’m sure gorgeous hard-working young lady like yourself is exhausted from being on her feet all day.”

I finally snap, “Listen, I’m not interested in what you might have planned for me so please go away or I’ll report you for harassment!”

His face turns sour, “When the fuck is being nice harassment. You should be grateful an honest man like me is even offering to help you. There’s not many of those around.”

I scoff at him. Not wanting to have to listen to his so-called justified excuses, I continue to walk down the sidewalk.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He forces me to stop by grabbing a hold of my wrist and pulling me towards him. “I’m not done talking to you. For someone who works at a high-class place, you should really learn to respect people.”

“Let go of me!” I instinctively knee him in the groin. His grip on my arm only tightens as he bends over in pain.

“You rude little bitch!” He shouts before punching me in the face.

I fall to the ground, I cup my face from the sudden shock. Once a man puts his hands on a woman, there’s no telling how much more damage he’ll do.

The man towers over me and grabs my leg for me to not get away, “Seems like you need a man to teach you some manners.” He says raising his fist again.

I flinch and close my eyes as I wait for the impact again.

When the hit doesn’t come, I glance over my hand to see Mr. Kim holding the man’s wrist. His face looks stern along with his jaw clenching as he eyes down the guy.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

“Who-”

Before the man can even finish his sentence, Mr. Kim delivers a hard strike to the man’s face. The man groans in pain as he bends at an angle from the hit. Mr. Kim grabs him by the collar of his shirt to lift him upright again.

He shoves the man hard against his car door before punching him in the stomach. The man tries to bend over from the hit but Mr. Kim pulls him back to stand upright to look straight at his face.

“Take a good look at my face, you piece of shit.” He practically growls while speaking again, “You come near this girl again and my face is gonna be the last one you see. So get back in your fancy car and don’t come back here.”

Mr. Kim opens the door for him before shoving the man into his car. The man takes a moment to snap out of what happened to finally drive away.

I stand and approach Mr. Kim. He’s still staring in the direction the car drove away in. His body is tense. His fist is still balled up and slightly shaking from anger.

“Mr. Kim?” I call out to him which manages to snap him out of his rage. “Are you okay?” I ask noticing his knuckles are pretty red.

His face finally loosens up enough for him to give me a smile, “I should be asking you that.”

I take a huge sigh of relief that things didn’t get any worse, “I’m okay, thanks to you.”

“You shouldn’t be walking around alone at night like this.” He says. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

I shake my head, “Oh no, you’ve gone through enough trouble for me. I can take the bus as I always do.”

“I won’t take no for an answer this time. I’d feel better knowing that you got home safely. So if you wouldn’t mind?” He says signaling towards the much nicer car that was parked across the street.

The car ride to my apartment was pretty quiet. Mr. Kim would considerately ask if I was okay or if I felt any pain anywhere. Those were the only times he spoke. The rest of the way was silence. Even though I had gone through a scary situation, I didn’t feel scared of being alone with Mr. Kim. It was more the opposite. I felt like I was the safest in the car with him.

Once we got to my apartment, Mr. Kim walked me all the way up to the door. He eyed the neighborhood with a look of uncomfortably.

“This is where you live?” He asks.

I shrug, “Yeah, I know it’s not great but it’s all I can afford.”

“Not someplace I’d see someone like you living in.” He says.

I chuckle as I ask, “Oh really? Where do you think I should live? Gangnam?”

Suddenly, instead of replying, he reaches out to pull my face closer to his with his hands around the back of my neck. Space is nearly gone between us as he examines my face from where I got hit. My eyes widen at how close I can see the features of his face.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, “This is gonna bruise. I’d ice it down before you go to bed.” He advises.

Feeling the knots forming in my stomach again, I slowly pull his hands away from my neck. Looking up at him, I ask, “What were you doing near the restaurant?”

He’s wearing casual clothes so he couldn’t be coming to have a meeting or anything. I doubt him showing up here was a coincidence. Those rarely happen to me.

He sighs as he puts his hands in his pockets, “You want the truth or some sappy excuse?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Truth then.” He runs his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since you left my office.”

“Huh?” I ask in confusion. “I didn’t take you for a joker.”

Looking at me with a serious face, he says, “I’m not.”

“Mr. Kim-”

“Please, call me Jongdae.”

His sudden confession took me off guard and I assumed he was only after a one night stand but it’s not until he asked me out on a date that I began to feel that it wasn’t just one thing he was after. There were sincere feelings from him.

After seeing a movie, we take a walk before calling it a night. We walk somewhat in awkward silence. I’ve never been on a date with someone like him before.

Finally, he breaks the silence by asking, “Did you like the movie?”

I nod, “Oh yeah, I was looking forward to seeing it so I appreciate you taking me.”

He smiles charmingly, “I usually don’t go out to see movies or things like that since work always gets in the way.”

“It’s okay, Mr. K-I mean Jongdae.” He laughs at my sudden correction. “Sorry, I met you as a CEO. I never imagined we’d be going on a date.”

“I understand. I know it was sudden. Believe me, I was surprised myself. It’s really hard for women to catch my attention but there was something about you that I couldn’t shake.” He explains.

“I’m just me. There’s nothing extra to me.” I say.

Shaking his head, he adds, “For some reason, I don’t buy that. I think there’s something different about you that even you don’t know.”

I look at him confusingly, “I’m not following.”

“Like, why did you give me the tip back?” He continues, “You could’ve just accepted it. Instead, you came all the way down to my work to return it. Not many people would go to that extent so why would you?”

I shrugged not sure what to say, “It’s hard to explain, really.”

“I mean, was it how you were brought up?”

I scoff, “Hardly. Both my parents died when I was really young so I barely remembered them. When I started living with my grandpa, he was extremely hard on me growing up. Always said that if I were to live with him then I needed to pay my dues. He found every excuse possible to get me to work. All because I lived with him. He didn’t care if we were blood.”

I sigh as I continue to explain, “I’ve always felt that if you are given something that you owe that person. You, giving me so much money, made me feel like I’d owe you eventually. I can’t owe anyone anything when I don’t even have anything for myself.”

“I understand that. Money is the only thing I can offer anyone so there would never be any favors that need to be returned.”

Nodding, I take the plunge to ask the burning question, “Since you brought it up. Why did you ask me out?”

He stops to look at me, “Why?” He repeats.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it. It’s just that you’re a CEO and I’m just a waitress, along with other part-time jobs. I’m nothing special. I mean you’ve seen where I live. Why the interest in me?”

He shrugs, “I’m not sure yet. I guess that’s why I asked you out, so I could figure that out. Besides, I’m a self-made businessman, which means there’s no one above me to tell me who to date and I surely don’t care what other people say about me. Aside from being smart, you’re beautiful and as far as I know, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Looking at him, I begin to feel this warm feeling in my chest. Working in a high-class restaurant, I’ve seen all the rich men look down on people with less money than them. In their eyes, they’re not on their level. I always thought that was every rich businessman. Never would I meet someone like Jongdae that looked passed all the materialism.

At this moment, I stop seeing Jongdae as CEO Kim but as a regular man.

“Jongdae-”

I don’t get a chance to speak when a thunderous roar begins to sound from the sky scares me. Within seconds, it starts raining. Jongdae quickly grabs my hand and leads back towards his car.

By the time we reach the car, we’re both soaking wet. I begin to get chills from the cold droplets of water.

“Are you cold?” Jongdae asks.

I rub my hands together, “No, I’m fine.”

“Let me see.” Without warning, he reaches out to grab both my hands in his.

The warm feeling of his hands' enveloping mine made my heart race. I stare at his skin glistening from the pouring rain as well as his damp hair that caused his the fringe to fall over his eyes. The feeling continued to travel into the pit of my stomach until the sight of him became more erotic than intended the longer I stared.

“I’ll turn on the heat.”

He loosens his grip on my hands, preparing to let go when I tighten my hold on him. His gaze raises up to meet mine. For an intense moment, I stare back at his eyes until my attention goes down to his lips.

Lust wins over reasoning as I lean in to meet his lips. There’s no hesitation from Jongdae either. He cups my cheek to pull me closer but the center console kept us too far apart. With a tug of my arm, Jongdae guides me over to straddle him in the driver’s seat. Before I knew it, I was searching for the waistband of his pants to undo his zipper. The outside became a blur from the fog that formed on the windows.

It didn’t take long for us to get close after that. The year went by so fast. After the first few months, he started taking care of me more than I’d expect anyone to. The gifts started off little then grew to the extreme. First, he got me a diamond bracelet. Then for our six-month mark, he bought me a car. At the beginning of our relationship, he would either pick me up or have one of his drivers get me from work and it felt burdening. He bought me a car for independence.

The recent gift was the most extravagant. It was for my birthday, he got me an apartment in Gangnam. He even put everything in my name so that if we ever broke up, he wouldn’t be able to take it away from me and leave me homeless.

Each gift I tried to decline them as much as I could because of the feeling of owing something to him but he quickly convinced me by saying that the only thing he wanted in return was my love and support. Saying that it was much greater to him to have from me than anything he’s given me. I started realizing that he wasn’t giving me everything so that I would be tied down to him. He was giving me these things to make life easier for me and it was sincere.

I enter the large building I once felt intimidated by but now seems like a place I work at. A place where I can walk in with casual clothes. Jongdae had given me a badge of my own so I would be able to come and go into the building to see him without being stopped and most of the employees already knew who I am.

The one thing that Jongdae had me promise him is to always check with his secretary before going into his office. He always has a lot of important people visit him so I make sure to respect his work environment.

Once I’m given the okay to enter his office, I enter quietly just to see him in his focus state. It gives me more time to admire his serious demeanors. It’s not until I close the door behind me that he turns his attention to me. The corner of his mouth turns up before he gets out of his chair to greet me with a hug.

“Hey,” He gives me a peck on the lips, “what brings you here?” He asks.

“I just came to see how things are going,” I say.

He hums, “It’s been pretty busy but why do I sense that there’s something more to this visit.”

I sigh, “Fine, you got me. I was wondering if you were going to be free sometime later maybe when you get off work?”

He chuckles, “I wish I could say yes, but I actually have some important business to do with the guys.”

“Again, I see and here I figured if I came in person you wouldn’t reject me this time but it seems that I’m losing my touch after a year.”

I attempt to slip out of his grasp but he holds me tighter. “To be honest, it makes it extremely difficult. On the phone, I don’t have to see your beautiful face in such disappointment.”

“I figured you would give me at least one night to have you to myself,” I say.

“I would but you know how busy work has gotten as of late. This is one of those busy months.” He says.

“It’s the third time this week. You’re beginning to neglect me, Jongdae.” I say with a pouty look on my face.

He kisses my temple, “I know, but we’re in the middle of a huge business deal. I need to make sure everything goes according to plan. No one but me can get this right. I promise though that I will make it up to you. You know I always keep my promises.”

The sad thing is it’s not the first time he’s been consecutively busy and I’ve been understanding of his work. The only reason I give him the guilt trip is to make sure he doesn’t get too used to my understanding. The rewarding thing is he always makes up for it with whatever I want which isn’t something he can buy.

I nod my head, “You promise?” Feeling the desk behind me, I hoist myself on to sit on the edge. “I don’t know if I believe you this time. You’ll have to start making it up to me.”

He chuckles taking a step closer, his waist filled in the space between my legs, “You’re right.” He says putting his hands on either side of the desk, “You’ve been so patient with me.” He begins to whisper as he speaks and dragging his lips across my neck and jaw.

Once his lips find mine, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. A groan leaves my mouth when his hands begin to travel up my shirt.

Having office sex isn’t something that we’re new to or shy to. For someone who’s the boss of the company, it was more surprising that Jongdae was the one the initiated it, to begin with. Another reason I don’t fully see him as the CEO of a huge company.

Our steamy session is interrupted by his phone ringing. We both sigh as the fire within us is put out by the fact that he has to go back to work.

Clearing his throat, Jongdae presses the speaker button to hear his secretary, “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Kim….Y/N.”

“It’s okay. Go ahead.” I say.

“Mr. Kim, your one o’clock appointment has arrived.”

Jongdae’s expression changes into a serious one as he fixes himself up, “Give me a minute.”

He turns to me with a disappointed look as I straighten his tie for him, “I know.” I say.

There’s not much to say in times like these. This is his work and as much as it pains me to be away from him, I have to let him go do what he needs to.

Jongdae walks me to the door, he insisted on walking me out of the building but his meeting is more important so I end up leaving him in his office. Closing the door behind me, I head towards the elevator.

I reach around the corner when a woman catches my attention along with a lot of other male employees’ attention as well. She’s extremely beautiful especially with the skin-tight dress she’s wearing and black red bottom heels. As we pass each other, she gives me a small grin to greet me which I return with an awkward one. I’ve never seen her around. I wonder if she’s new.

Whoever she is, she’s entering Jongdae’s office. That’s his one o’clock appointment?! The curiosity kills me as I head over towards Jongdae’s secretary’s desk to see what I can find out about this woman.

“Hey, Y/N.” She greets me.

“Hey, how're the kids?” I ask.

She smiles, “Great, my oldest is graduating elementary school next month.”

“Really? It feels like yesterday you told me he was scared of going into kindergarten.” Jongdae’s secretary has always been nice to me and she’s like my ears in the office if something happens that Jongdae doesn’t want to tell me.

She frowns, “I know. I can’t stop them though.” Sighing, she adds, “I’m sorry again for interrupting, I know that it’s hard to spend time with Mr. Kim.”

I shrug, “It’s okay. I’m sure once this deal goes through he’ll have a whole lot of time to make it up to me.”

“That’s the way to do it. From the looks of things, the whole thing should be done and decided pretty soon. That woman that just came in is the head of the company that’s negotiating with Mr. Kim.”

I act surprised as if I didn’t pay that much attention to the woman, “Really? She looks pretty young, is she the boss’s daughter?” I ask.

“No, and it’s strange, no one knows a whole lot about her. The CEO of the opposing company used to speak to Mr. Kim on the phone about business but then she showed up suddenly to take over the negotiations in person.”

I hum in fascination, “Things must be getting serious then if they’re bringing someone to talk to him face-to-face.”

She nods, “They’re having another meeting later tonight to see if Mr. Kim can seal the deal quickly.”

He’s meeting her tonight? He told me that he was going to have a meeting with the guys and if he began honestly then she must be included in it as well. What if he told me that so I wouldn’t get jealous over the fact that he was going to have a meeting with a woman like that.

“I wouldn’t worry.” I get interrupted by a reassurance, “Mr. Kim is extremely loyal. Plus, in all the years I’ve known him, you’re the only woman I’ve seen him actually look at with loving eyes and not business eyes.”

“Thanks.”

Call it human nature, but I couldn’t rest easy knowing Jongdae was gonna be near a woman like that. I trust Jongdae but I don’t know her. It’s like taking your dog to the park, you know what your dog will do but you don’t know what dogs will do.

Waiting outside the office, I spot Jongdae and the woman leaving the building and entering his car. I follow, at a safe distance, behind them until they reach somewhat of a high-end club. It wasn’t too difficult to get past the bouncer since he was only allowing women of a certain stature to enter. Lucky for me, I fit his interest.

Being as inconspicuous as I could, I roam around the crowded areas around them. They stopped by the bar for a few minutes just talking. There were moments where Jongdae would laugh and smile which made me feel extremely uneasy since he’s not usually like that to anyone but me. My mind begins to battle between rationalizing and jealousy. I continue to think maybe he’s being like this because he’s trying to get this business deal settled. The other side of my brain is nagging me that this isn’t how he would go about it if it were a man he was doing business with.

As I begin to argue with myself, Jongdae and the woman are on the move again. They slip through the crowd and head towards upstairs. At the top of the steps, they enter a backroom where that reads VIP.

I sit around for what seems like hours but it was actually fifteen minutes. Most of it is basically me thinking if I should barge in there to confront the situation but then I begin to wonder if it really is something to do with work. I’d feel terrible if I ended up ruin an important business deal. At the same time, the waiting game isn’t working for me.

Going with the jealous thinking I approach the door and nearly start banging on the door but I stop myself. Leaning in, I listen in to hear muffled commotion happening on the other side of the door. Reasoning leaves me as I begin to think the worse is going on in there.

I swing open the door as I barge into the room. My heart goes from beating to a fast rate to a dead stop. Usually, you’d hoped to be wrong in these types of situations but, in my case, I really wished I was right about Jongdae cheating.

The room looks like a massacre had occurred. Blood splatter everywhere along with the bodies they came from. From what I could see there were six of them lying in a different part of the room. My eyes meet the eyes of the men that were standing over them. Their faces were all blur to me at that moment until my gaze meets a set of eyes that I’ve looked at for the past year.

“Jongdae?” I say his name in a barely audible voice.

He’s holding a gun to a woman’s temple. The same woman that he came in with. She’s on her knees in front of Jongdae. A moment later, I begin to realize that the men that are surrounding the room are the same men that work alongside Jongdae. The same ones that attended the restaurant for their meetings. The same men I’ve personally met shortly after dating him.

His eyes changed the instant they found mine. They were cold and unforgiving. A look I’ve never seen on his face before.

“Y/N?” He calls out to me with his sweet voice but he doesn’t look like the same Jongdae that I grew to love. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I…? What are you…?” Before I can even bring myself to speak, I begin to feel lightheaded then the room begins to spin. When I try to turn away to leave, I lose my footing and my brain just shuts down.

The images of what I saw continue to run through my head even in my sleep. The blood, the carnage, and Jongdae in the center of it all. It was a dream. I keep repeating the sentence to myself. It’s not until the image of him with blood on his hand wakes me up from the nightmare.

I sit up breathing heavily from shock. I’m back in my apartment. I don’t remember how I got here and begin to wonder if what I saw last night was actually real or a dream. I have to talk to Jongdae.

I prepare to get out of bed when I see a figure sitting in the chair. It’s Jongdae. When did he get here? Does that mean that what I saw last night was real?

“Are you feeling better?” He asks with his eyelids still closed.

He opens his eyes to look at me as I answer, “What happened last night, Jongdae? What did I walk into?”

Leaning forward, he rises from the chair to sit on the edge of my bed, “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.”

I shake my head, “Please tell me what I saw was a dream and it didn’t happen?”

He sighs, “I wish I could. Believe me, I didn’t want you to see that side of me.”

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I ask the gut-wrenching question, “Who are you?”

Jongdae looks around before finally looking me in the eyes to tell me the truth, “To the business world, I am CEO Kim Jongdae. To the guys and the underground world, I am EXO’s mafia leader, Chen.”

Mafia leader? How could someone like him be associated with the mafia? He’s the CEO of a damn company. How is it possible for someone to do both like this?

He continues, “I’m not the bad guy. The woman you saw last night, she was an undercover assassin. She was sent by a rival company to take me out but I found out who she was before that could happen. The club we went to, I own it. I brought her there to trap her, along with her accomplices but it ended up getting messy.”

“W-what happened to that woman? Is she…?” I barely have the strength to finish that sentence. Jongdae doesn’t look at me as he nods his head.

She was dead, along with all those people I saw in that room. Suddenly, the large knot that had been tightening in my stomach begins to rise up my throat. Feeling the sickens coming up, I push past Jongdae to get to the bathroom where I barely make it into the toilet.

Jongdae is instantly by my side as he held my hair and patting my back. Feeling how gentle his touch is, conflicts with my feelings about him after what I saw last night. He helps me stand before going to the sink to rinse my mouth out.

“Y/N,” he reaches for my hand but I instantly pull away.

“Don’t touch me!” I give him a shove to put some distance between us. I can barely think with him in front of me. If he were to touch me again, I would become so confused again.

“I swear, I was going to tell you but I didn’t want to expose you this lifestyle. Every time I wanted to say something about it, you would give me that innocent smile and the courage I’d built to would instantly go away.”

“Then why didn’t you just break up with me? It would’ve been less painful for both of us.” I say through sobs.

His face turns into a pained expression, “I was already in too deep. I fell in love with you.”

“Damn it, Jongdae!” I shout at him, “Why couldn’t you just cheat on me like a normal person? But instead, you’re a fucking mafia leader. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“Don’t say that. I’m the same person you met in that restaurant a year ago. My occupation doesn’t change that.”

“How doesn’t it? You’ve killed people.”

Hyperventilation begins to set in as I lose strength in my legs. Jongdae catches me before I hit the ground. With little effort, he carries me to the bed. I begin to sob in his chest uncontrollably. He shushes me as he pulls the covers over me.

Eventually, I fell asleep in his arms. Letting all the tears out, made me tired. When I woke again, Jongdae was gone. I only remember what he whispered to me before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you so much. Whenever you’re ready I’ll wait.” Then he left.

I went on about my life as normal. Jongdae came by my apartment to talk but I didn’t let him in. I wasn’t ready. He knocked on the door a few time before leaving. He has a key to my apartment but he said he wouldn’t use it unless I said otherwise and he never did.

I didn’t see or hear from him for a few days after that. I couldn’t keep my decisions straight in my mind. One day I’d want to break it off and the next I’d want to talk to him to know more but both choices I end up chickening out with my choice. When I didn’t think about the fact that he was a mafia leader, I would say yes to staying with him. The images of what happened in that club continued to give me nightmares.

Eventually, I came to a decision. I would leave him. Things would only get worse for us if we continued to see each other. Our lives were easier before we met. He wouldn’t have had to hide this and I wouldn’t have had to see what I saw.

Once I called and told him about my decision, he invited me to meet him at his office after hours. All the employees would be gone, we wouldn’t be interrupted.

Entering his office this time around had a different feeling to it. Especially knowing what I do now. Things seem to have a different vibe from what I was used to. Everything has changed since the truth came out.

Seeing him at his desk makes me wonder if all those time I came in to see him, was he working on mafia plans. The thoughts are nonstop.

“Have you been well?” He asks leaning against his desk.

I cross my arms, “I mean I’ve been better but I’ll live.” I look him up and down to notice the dark circles like he hasn’t been sleeping. “You look like shit.” Has this really affected him that much?

He shrugs, “I’ve been worried about you since we parted ways. I didn’t want this to harshly affect your life as it has and for that I’m sorry.”

I scoff, “I thought apologies weren’t your thing?”

He smirks, “When it comes to you, I’ll apologies nonstop.”

“How about you tell me the whole truth instead,” I say.

“Fair enough. A long time ago, I had nothing to my name. When I created EXO, it’s what helped start up my business. In a way, EXO’s money was what was invested in the company. I’m living a double life as a CEO and a mafia leader.”

I take a huge breath, “I just don’t know how to feel about all this. Everything just makes me wonder if all the things I thought you were doing was actually work-related. How many times did you tell me that you were out doing business and it was actually gang-related?”

“Would you feel better if I did tell you what was work and what was mafia work?” He says so straightforward.

I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know if I could handle it.”

He slowly approaches me as if I would run away in fear. I hold my ground up until his chest is just inches away and I can smell his cologne. His hands reach for mine and out of instinct I raise them for him to take.

“I know you can. You’re as tough as they come. I knew that since day one when I met you. The way you assertively proved me wrong, I knew that there was something about you that was addicting.” He continues, “I fought with myself for days after you left my office on whether or not to pursue you but when I saw that prick attack you, I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to kill him but I couldn’t do that in front of you.”

“You could’ve stopped right after that. Why did you continue?” I ask.

He looks at me with those familiar loving eyes, “I wanted to be the one for you. The one to comfort you, to care for you, to love you.”

I fight the tears that threaten to come out as I start to speak, “When we first started dating, I had trouble accepting the fact that we were from different social classes. I always felt that I wasn’t good enough to be with you. I was prepared to be with you as a CEO. Knowing that you’re a mafia leader, scares me because that’s a whole different side of you that I have to introduce myself to and the first time was hard enough.”

“I understand that you’ve gone through a lot and I’ve loved you more and more because of how well you’ve endured it. I promise to inform you about everything so you’re never left out of the loop again. I will make you a part of my life.”

I can’t help but smile at how open and willing he is to keep me in his life, “As welcoming as that is… that’s a piece of your life that I can’t be a part of. I can’t live with the fear of something happening to you when we aren’t together. There’s only so much I can endure.” I say slowly sliding my hands out of his grasp.

“Y/N...” He calls my name through a harsh exhale.

“Goodbye Jongdae.”

Leaving him after seeing the pain on his face made it twice as hard. This was the hardest decision I’ve had to make.

I wait for the elevator when tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t want to say goodbye. To be honest, I’m more than willing to be with Jongdae even with the mafia world being a part of him. My only concerns are being in the way of his lifestyle. I would only make it difficult for him to work. It’s easier for him to not have someone like me holding him down.

Once the elevator doors open, I quickly wipe away the streams on my cheeks. When I look up, a man is exiting the elevator. He walks past me so fast I barely get a look at his face. Watching his back, he ends up entering Jongdae’s office.

I shrug it off. He might have another meeting to deal with as Chen. I enter the elevator and press the lobby floor button. Just as the doors are about to close, I hear a loud crash coming from Jongdae’s office. Instinct takes over when I stop the doors from closing and race towards where the noise had come from.

Entering the office, I find the mysterious man pressing Jongdae over his deck. His hands around his neck trying to strangle him. Hearing the pain he was in, I pounce on the man. I jump on the man’s back and try to pull him off Jongdae. To no avail, the man shoves me off him causing me to fall on the floor.

I get back to my feet to grab the desk lamp. I start swinging it at the man like a baseball bat. It didn’t do a lot but anger the man. He did end up releasing Jongdae to focus his attention on me. He snatches the lamp out of my hand and tosses it across the room. He ends up punching me so hard that it knocks me off my feet and has me in a daze.

I attempt to get to my feet but the man grabs a handful of my hair to pull me to my knees. I scream in pain as he starts dragging me across the room. He suddenly releases me. I look up to find that Jongdae tackled the man to the ground.

“Y/N!” He shouts for me over his shoulder, “Get out of here!”

He pulls out his gun from the back of his waistband but the man knocks it out of his hand while struggling for it causing it to slide under Jongdae’s desk.

Suddenly, the man manages to get on top of Jongdae. While fighting him off, the man reaches for something at his ankle. It’s not until he raises it up that I see that it’s a knife. He thrusts it straight down towards Jongdae’s chest but manages to grab ahold of the man’s wrists.

Seeing the struggle, I get to my feet to immediately jump on the man’s back to pull him off Jongdae. The man rises to his feet which is when he grabs my hair along with the nape of my neck to control where my body moves. He pulls me to face him then pushes me against Jongdae’s desk. The knife in his hand begins to point towards me.

Instinctively, I turn my back to brace myself for the knife impaling me. All of a sudden, I feel warmth envelop me. Looking over my shoulder is Jongdae. So close to me that I can hear the groan he was keeping in his throat. The man pulls the knife out of Jongdae’s side.

“Jongdae?”

He begins to collapse. Still holding me, the weight of his body takes me down to the floor with him. Again, he takes more of the hit of the ground as he continues to protect me. In my view of the ground, I stop the gun from under the desk. Stretching for my life, I barely manage to get my hands on it. The man pulls Jongdae away from me to finish the job. I’ve never fired a gun before but there’s no better time to learn. I turn onto my back to aim the gun at the man’s head and, with no hesitation, pull the trigger.

The man’s body collapses on the ground as I stay frozen from the fact that I just killed someone. My hand shakes, still holding the gun.

“Y/N!” Jongdae shakes my shoulders but I barely understand what he’s saying after that. “Y/N, look at me.” He takes the gun out my hand and pulls my face to look at his. “Are you hurt?”

When I hear the word hurt, I automatically look down at the stab wound that was drenched in blood. His face has gone pale along with sweat beading around his forehead.

“How can you be asking me that when you're bleeding out?” I say placing my hands over the wound to stop the bleeding.

He groans in pain as I press hard, “I’m fine, this isn’t new to me. As long as you’re okay...” He chuckles but his face loosens up as he collapses at my side.

“Jongdae!”

Within seconds, the familiar faces of Jongdae’s group came. They heard about the assassination attempt from a source and came as fast as they could. They took care of the body and took Jongdae to their private doctor. I had numerous opportunities to walk away since Jongdae was getting treatment and he was stable, but for some reason, I couldn’t leave. I love him too much to walk away from him in his time of need.

Once I was finally able to see him after getting patched up, I sat at his bedside. I honestly never thought I’d come back to his penthouse after everything. I hold his hand making sure to feel his warmth.

“You know,” I hear Junmyeon’s voice come from the doorway, “he’d understand if you weren’t here when he woke up. He’d respect your decision, no matter what it was.”

Not taking my eyes off Jongdae, I respond, “I know.”

As the day passes, I’m left alone with Jongdae as the rest of EXO are working hard to keep the business intact while Jongdae is recovering. I never leave his side, especially to go to bed. Instead, I lie in bed with him to keep him company. I want him to know that he’s not alone.

I lie on my side, looking at Jongdae’s profile. My head begins to get heavy as I lean on my hand, trying to keep myself awake.

I rest my eyes for a second when I begin to hear Jongdae’s voice, “I don’t recall ever having you pass out on me like this.”

Snapping my eyes open, Jongdae’s eyes are gazing down at me. I attempt to sit up but Jongdae places his palm on my shoulder to keep me lying down.

“Jongdae-”

He shushes me, “You looks exhausted. Just sleep.” He begins stroking my hair which lulls me to a long-needed slumber.

When I woke up he was asleep again. I started to believe that maybe I was dreaming about the whole thing until he wakes up again.

I finish switching out his sheets since the last ones had blood on them. As I’m raising the blanket up to his chest, he grabs a hold of my wrist.

I find his gaze on me again, “You shouldn’t be here. You should go home.” He whispers.

I smirk, “You should know you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Apparently I don’t. If I remember correctly, you were leaving me for good.” Even though he wasn’t exactly asking me, he wanted to know why I came back.

“That would’ve been the smart thing to do, in my case, and you know how intelligent of a woman I am, but the truth is I’m more of a fool than you think.” I take his hand away from my wrist and squeeze it tight.

Staring at me, he sighs, “You shouldn’t have seen any of that. You could’ve gotten hurt. You should’ve just kept walking.”

“How could I? Knowing that you were in trouble? You could’ve been killed. I couldn’t just walk away when you were in danger like that.”

He smirks, “It’s not my first close call. I can assure you it won’t be the last. I’d rather it not be a similar situation for you. You at least look unharmed from the attack.”

“Is that what you think?” Suddenly, the tears that I’d been holding back are coming to the surface. “However it may look, I am hurt. My heart hurt seeing you bleeding out in front of me. It also hurt to force myself to break up with you.”

His eyebrows go up, “What was that last part?”

I wipe the moisture from my chin, “You heard me. I wasn’t scared because you were a mafia leader. I was scared of holding you back even more. You’re in charge of everything. I’m just a regular girl living from paycheck to paycheck. Our lifestyles are completely different, even more than I thought before.”

Gripping my hand, he pulls me into the bed. His arms hold me against his body, “You’ve never held me back.” Kissing my temple, he adds, “Not once. To be honest, I’ve felt better with you by my side. Before you, I was beginning to lose interest in doing everything. When you came into the picture, everything had more meaning knowing that I would see you at the end of the day. The things I do makes a difference for the city.”

“This might sound crazy but I don’t care what you do anymore. Everything that I wanted to do to stay away from you just hurt my heart too much. When I realized someone was trying to kill you, I couldn’t idly stand by and let it happen.”

“If you truly can’t stay away from me, then don’t go anywhere. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything else as long as you’re with me. Move-in and stay with me.” Each time he finished a sentence, his hold on me grew tighter and I knew that he means every word.

I return his gesture by hugging him just as tight, “I should’ve known something was up with you. You were too perfect.”

Thinking back that day, I knew that things would change. I never thought about if it were gonna be for the better or not but I wanted it to come. It was like eating junk food, you know it’s not necessarily good for you but you couldn’t help to have some of it.

“Mrs. Kim?” I turn to face the familiar voice of Jongdae’s right-hand man.

I smirk at him, “Suho, how many times have I told you to just call me Y/N?”

He nods, “About a million times since you got married but if I were to get used to it then Chen would get jealous about it.”

I shrug, not wanting to push it again. “Fine, what is it?”

“Your 4:00 meeting is here.” He informs me.

“Ah please tell me there’s good news this time so I can at least go in with a smile on my face.” I raise my eyebrows to verify it but to my disappointment, he sighs, averting my gaze.

I clear my throat to hide the irritability I was beginning to feel, “Is Jongdae joining us?” I ask.

He points over his shoulder to respond, “He’s waiting for you.”

I rub my hands together before walking past him to exit the room, “Let’s get our hands dirty today then.”

After marrying Jongdae, it didn’t take long for me to start my own empire of business. It didn’t take long for me to understand how the underground worked. Jongdae taught me everything and I was quick to pick up a few things on my own.

Every now and again, I think about how I’ve come to this position. Is situations like this, you would ask yourself if given a do-over would I have made the same choice. The answer is easy. I was going nowhere in my life before Jongdae. If we hadn’t fallen for each other, I’d still be struggling to get by on my own. The truth is, in this world, to survive, you either adapt or perish.

I chose to adapt.

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Sleeping Dogs: Chapter IV

AU: Based on my SF9 as Mafia au found here

Chapter Four TWs include: N/A.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: hello i know its been well over a year since i’ve updated sleeping dogs but things got hectic and well, i graduated from university! now i just work full time so i should have more time to write hopefully.

i never forgot about sleeping dogs though, and i dont think i would ever be able to fully abandon it either. i dont know if anyone still even remembers this story but if you do, thank you for supporting it and thank you for waiting. it truly means more than anything to have others enjoy my sf9 mafia verse.

so without further ado: sleeping dogs ch 4; as always any and all feedback is welcomed!

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iv. liar

Octagon is the hottest club in Seoul, situated in the cultural hub of Gangnam-gu, and the heart of Seven Star’s territory. The three story club offered a dance floor and entertainment hall on the main floor, three bars, an open kitchen, mezzanine private VIP bunkers, a VIP lounge, a second stage lounge, silent room, a swimming pool and women's powder room. While most building spaces in Seoul were small and cramped, Octagon was a spacious club, and despite only being open Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, provided a hefty profit for Namjoon and his boys.

As Youngbin walked through the club, he felt himself falling into the rhythm of the music and lights. All around him people moved in a hypnotic state, laughter bubbling from their chests as their drinks sloshed around in their cups. Youngbin often forgot how powerful Seven Star were, given he was always occupied by his own business, but he was happy knowing Namjoon was doing well, that he was able to succeed thus far. Weaving through the crowd, Youngbin led Inseong and Dawon up the stairs to one of the VIP bunkers where Namjoon was waiting for them. The bunker of choice was separated from the others, in a corner that overlooked the octagon shaped hole, which provided the perfect view of the main floor of the club. Two guards stood outside, merely nodding as one held the door open for them. Inside a white, wrap around couch lined the walls, with a table in the center. The members of Seven Star were situated on the couch, their glasses all filled with varying alcoholic beverages. Their exterior reflected nothing but the attitudes of calm professionals, yet from the way in which they grasped their drinks, Youngbin knew there was nothing but anger bubbling beneath their skin.

“Where’s the rest of your boys?” Namjoon asked, eyebrow raised as Youngbin, Inseong, and Dawon sat in the chairs across from him.

“They got caught up at Syndrome so unfortunately they won’t be able to join us. They’re working on finding answers to our problem right now.” Youngbin replied, hyper aware of the rest of Seven Star’s eyes on him. It was risky, bringing only Inseong and Dawon here, but Youngbin knew Namjoon would never summon him like this if it weren’t dire.

“Seulbi dear, why don’t you bring some refreshments for our guests? I’m sure they could use a drink as well. Mr. Lee and Mr. Yoo, the two of you may wait outside with the other guards. This is to be a private conversation between us and the Red Dragons. Do not let anyone disturb us. Understood?” A striking young man ordered as he straightened up in his seat beside Namjoon. Kim Seokjin, as Youngbin knew, was the son of one of the most influential couples in all of Korea. A family with so much power that even the police dared not question them. Octagon had been a gift from Seokjin’s parents to him, allowing him the freedom of running his own business. How much they knew about his activities with Seven Star Youngbin didn’t know. Seokjin acted as Namjoon’s second in command, much like what Inseong did for Youngbin.

“Any weapons on you?” Yoongi asked, wary as he observed the three of them. Youngbin always felt pity when he looked at the other, knowing full well that it was his actions which divided Yoongi and Juho. He knew that was who the former was looking for when they first walked in.

“Just our pistols. We left the rest of our toys at home unfortunately.” Dawon replied.

“If you’re lying, I’ll put a bullet through your head myself.” Taehyung spat.

“Please, as if you could draw your gun faster than me.” Dawon scoffed, arms crossed as he glared at the other. There was a certain rivalry between the two, which Youngbin attributed to their skills as snipers.

“You wanna bet you piece of sh-”

“Boys!” Namjoon and Youngbin called out in unison. Both Dawon and Taehyung closed their mouths, sitting back in their seats and seemingly sulking. They would’ve been great friends, Youngbin was sure, if the circumstances were different.

“This is not the time for your petty disagreements, we have a serious matter to discuss.” Namjoon sighed, before looking at Youngbin. “As I side over the phone, there’s been another murder on our territory this time. One of our runners. He was a good kid Youngbin, a good, loyal kid.”

“I’m so sorry to hear about his passing. I...I didn’t think this man would strike again so soon, and at you guys no less.” Youngbin said.

“Yeomna.” Namjoon said. “That’s what the man calls himself.”

“He gave you a name?!” Inseong pulled out his laptop from his bag, typing rapidly on his keyboard.

“Yeah, gave us a friendly phone call and said if we didn’t join his game someone else is going to die soon.” Yoongi replied grimly.

“Just like the call we got. Interesting.” Inseong looked up from his laptop. “So, I didn’t find anything in police records that matched Yeomna meaning they have no idea a new serial killer is out there. However, I looked up the origin for the word and it means ‘The God of Death’. Whoever we’re dealing with has picked quite a name for himself. Yeomna is said to judge the dead and rule over the afterlife, punishing souls for their wrongdoings in life.”

“So you’re saying we’re dealing with a lunatic playing God? Fucking hell.” Yoongi muttered.

“I think we’re dealing with an entire group. The night when Yeomna called us, our boys were all being watched at three different locations at nearly the same time. We thought it might have been a low tier gang trying to rank up in the Underground but I don’t know. Now I feel like they’re connected. I mean think about it, there’s no way one person could orchestrate this entire thing right? He must have others working behind the scenes and if so, what worries me is that Yeomna might not be the one in control.” Inseong rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before diving into police records one more time.

Silence settled over everyone as the gravity of Inseong’s words hit them. Youngbin hadn’t thought about the possibility of someone higher up pulling all the strings from the shadows, and it made him wonder if they had been watched this entire time. The sudden realization that his boys were scattered hit him like a wall of bricks and he shot up in his seat. “Inseong get Juho and Chani on the line, check in with everyone and make sure they’re alright. Check the cameras outside our home and Syndrome and see if any of those guys are watching them again. Namjoon-”

“On it.” Namjoon cut him off before he could finish, motioning for Seulbi, who had just returned with drinks. The latter quickly set the glasses down, before moving to a side compartment in the room, pulling out a laptop from it. She handed it to Namjoon, and bowed, before exiting the room once more. Namjoon typed just as quickly as Inseong, bringing up footage from all the cameras in Octagon.

Youngbin held his breath as he watched Namjoon’s face, heart racing as he noticed the other’s change in expression. “They’re here aren’t they?”

Namjoon nodded. “We can’t tip them off that we know though. This could be our only chance to get information. We need a game plan and quick.”

“The way I see it we have two options: either we...question one of them, or we slip a tracker on one of them. Personally, I think we’d benefit more from the second option.” Yoongi said.

“Well, that route’s not as fun but you make a valid point good sir.” Dawon leaned back in his seat. “So which one of you is going to do it?”

“Pfft, lazy piece of shit.” Taehyung grumbled.

“Listen jackass, there’s a chance they don’t know that Youngbin, Inseong, and I are here. As far as Yeomna knows, and everyone else for that matter, the Red Dragons and Seven Star are still at each other's throats. I think it’d be in both of our best interests that it stays that way.”

“Dawon’s right. It’s better if no one knows about our...temporary alliance. Besides if word spread in the Underground about this we’ll only have more problems.” Namjoon rubbed his temples. “Jimin you’re up.”

“Sure. I like the easy stuff.” Jimin shrugged, setting his wine glass down on the table as he got up. Namjoon signaled to Seulbi, who brought over a case from another one of the drawers in the room. Two soft clicks were heard before Namjoon opened it, revealing an assortment of devices. He removed a USB and a small, circular piece of metal, about half the size of a penny. Plugging the USB into his laptop, he tossed the small device towards Jimin, who caught it effortlessly. The two of them turned on their bluetooth earpieces, testing the connection twice.

Straightening his clothes, Jimin left the room and made his way downstairs to mingle. All eyes in the room turned towards the security cameras, watching as Jimin weaved his way among the clubbers. Occasionally he would stop and greet a few regulars, hugging some and directing others to the bar. He ordered a couple of drinks, and situated himself with his back facing the counter. Resting his head in one hand, he casually sipped his drink, smiling at girls who looked his way. All in all Jimin looked as relaxed as anyone could.

“There’s a guy in the room to your left. When you walk he’s going to be on the right hand side. His back is turned so that’s as good of a chance as you’ll get.” Namjoon said.

Without responding, Jimin got up from his seat and made his way towards the designated room. Once inside Jimin glances to his right as he takes another sip. It’s now or never. He takes a step towards the man, before “stumbling” forward. The drink in his hand spills over the other, who jumps and spins around, just as Jimin is falling forward. Jimin’s giggling, though the others in the room can’t hear him, and he starts apologizing to the man quite dramatically. The man tries to help Jimin regain his balance, as the latter clings on, saying absurd things.

“You might want to lay off the alcohol kid.” The man said.

“I’m sooo sorry mister.” Jimin giggled again, arms still wrapped around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’ll be juuuust fine. Don’t you worry. Byeee.”

Jimin stumbles out of the room, and for a moment, the man contemplates following the boy, but shrugs off the idea once his body disappears into the intoxicated crowd. Instead, the man pulls out his phone, typing a quick text as he makes his way towards the exit.

“Alright he’s leaving, you can come back up.” Namjoon grinned. “Nice acting.”

“I try my best.” Jimin replied.

Youngbin was quite impressed to say the least. If he hadn’t known better he would’ve thought the kid was completely shitfaced. He hadn’t even noticed whether or not the boy had successfully slipped the tracker onto the guy.

Within moments Jimin slips back into the room and into his previous spot, picking up his wine glass as if nothing had happened. “Well I slipped it under his collar. It’s ready to go.”

“Alright, let’s see what we can get.” Namjoon brought up a screen filled with oscillating waves as the tracker picked up various sounds from the streets outside. “Inseong can you get us visuals while I work with the audio.”

“Sure.” Inseong typed quickly, his laptop splitting into four screens, each with a different view of the street. The cameras changed every minute or so as he hacked one camera after another, doing his best to follow the man’s movements. There were two others with him, and they appeared to be whispering amongst one another.

Namjoon pressed a few keys on his laptop, trying his best to isolate their voices only. After a moment or two, he was finally able to enhance the portion of audio that he wanted, and he turned the volume up so that everyone could hear what was being said.

“...at Syndrome. Kang Chanhee isn’t with them. We need to find the kid.”

“There were only three of them at Syndrome. The rest could all be together, we might not be able to separate the kid from them.”

“Well we gotta think of something, otherwise Boss won’t be happy.”

“Dawon call the others. Now.” Youngbin said, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

Just as Dawon was about to call Rowoon, the sound of Youngbin’s phone rang through the room. Pulling the device out of his pocket, Youngbin frowned at the unknown number. “It’s him. It’s Yeomna.”

Setting the phone down on the table, he answered, tapping the speaker button. “Hello?”

“Hello again, Kim Youngbin.”

“What the hell do you want now?”

“Ah, straight to the point I see. I was merely wondering if you’ve spoken with Seven Star recently. I hear they have suffered a tragic loss.”

“You should know we don’t fuck with Seven Star.”

“I disagree. You and Namjoon seem to have quite the past. Very messy indeed.” Yeomna tsked. “Two once dear friends, nearly inseparable, were at war with each other. But now it seems as if the two of you have set aside your differences for the time being.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Namjoon and I have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Youngbin glanced over at Namjoon, who seemed just as concerned as he is.

“You can’t lie to me. I know you’re working together. I know he must’ve told you my name. In fact, I even know you’re with him right now. Am I wrong, Kim Namjoon?”

Youngbin shook his head at the other, urging him not to speak. The latter nodded in response, choosing to say nothing. After a moment of silence passed, a sigh could be heard.

“No matter. I have other things I wanted to discuss with you all.”

“Such as?”

“Player three has chosen to play.”

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