#mafia matsu

[mallowkey]

Happy Pride month 🌈

(featuring Mr. Shocking and Mafia Karamatsu)

[thebardisabird]

if you’re talking about his Italian, I can help with that!

“giocattolo” means toy or plaything

“mi dispiace, per favore” means “I’m sorry, please”

hope that helps!

@hdhdgsgs

[underbosskunyang]

Mafia ichimatsu, mafia choro matsu .

I finally drew them. I've always drawn mafia Osomatsu, mafia Karamatsu, and they're all sexy as expected.

[hiriawrites]

disharmony. 4/??

Daichi is hard to surprise. He has to be, to lead a clan filled with headstrong, bloodthirsty assholes. But the Sawada kids have come the closest to surprising him since Kyōya discovered tonfā. He knows who they are and whose kids they are. Daichi makes sure to keep tabs on the people with connections to the Underworld. They’re under his protection, after all.

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The Hibari Clan Head might not be Underworld unlike some members of his clan, but they do keep him up to date on the current intel. Sawada Iemitsu hasn’t been to Namimori in over a year, causing a rise in the amount of Mafia scum he has to clear out of his Territory since the Young Lion can’t keep his damn mouth shut. He knows that Nana Sawada gave birth a few months ago and seemed even more airheaded than possible soon afterward.

Something’s not right.

He watches as the kids settle on the mats in front of him. The eldest, Tsunayoshi, nervously rubs his pants while his twin, Chiyohime, watches him with suspicious eyes. The youngest is asleep in Chiyohime’s arms. 

“You’ve come to the Hibari for help, why?” he asks.

Tsunayoshi clears his throat nervously, eyes darting around the room before landing on his siblings and steeling his spine. “Something’s wrong with Okaa-san Hibari-san and I don’t know how to contact Otou-san for help.”

“What’s wrong with your Okaa-san?”

“She won’t touch Matsu-chan,” the boy answers quietly, “and she drifts around the house like a ghost.”

Postpartum Depression, possibly? Shinsuke’s wife suffered from it after Tetsuya was born. It probably doesn’t help that Sawada had fucked off back to Italy soon after getting her pregnant.

“Is there anything else?”

He shakes his head, some of that nervous energy returning. The twin hasn’t stopped watching him suspiciously, but he doesn’t begrudge her for it. With how much their parents have failed them already, he’d be suspicious of other people too.

Daichi hums thoughtfully as he weighs the pros and cons. He really doesn’t want to put the Hibari on the Vongola’s radar, but these kids are under his protection.

“I’ll help you,” he says.

Tsunayoshi lights up, slumping a little in relief.

“What do you want in return?” Chiyohime demands, speaking up for the first time.

“My son needs to socialize with people other than his cousin,” he answers dryly.

Tsunayoshi pales while Chiyohime presses her lips together. Daichi doesn’t let his humor show, Kyōya's reputation precedes him after all. 

“You want us to be friends with your son?” she clarifies.

“Yes.”

Tsunayoshi trembles briefly then firms his resolve, his brown eyes almost gleaming with a hint of orange.

“We’ll do it.”

[glitched-reflections-blog]

Mafia Matsus are taking hold over my life. I took a liking to this little bit I offhandedly wrote on a whim and I wanted to make a more detailed scenario with Oso. My headcanon is that he bluffs his nonchalance and sweeps you off your feet when you least expect it. I've been listening to Gramatik's stuff again, got inspiration from this song. Enjoy...

Don Osomatsu x Reader Scenario

You were undeniably radiant to him. A sight to behold. There was no one other like you. One of a kind - and not to mention kind in speech. He was used to taking from people. Their money. Their businesses. Their possessions. Even their lives if they dared breathe a word of scorn about his family. But you. You were the only one where he felt he had wronged you when he left with nothing but lackadaisical farewells after a short, pleasant chat. These conversations were a safe haven in disguise in an otherwise perilous way of life.

Eventually, the changes were subtle. A small wave when you glanced at his remarkable presence across the street. A passing remembrance that would continue to follow you until you would meet again.

Your heart-to-heart became more easygoing. He spoke less of general affairs from modern society, which was replaced with trite humor, and polite observations interchanged with fond admiration.

The week thereafter, strangers would bring you coffee at your seat at the reception's desk. Benefactors with unknown faces and cordial smiles. You never saw one person more than once. The cups never strayed from the source: your favorite café - never anywhere else. One cream and two sugars. On point as always. It was routine and you had not spent a single cent, not even with Osomatsu. You were beginning to recognize a pattern and the whimsical insinuations of your respectable companion kept you on your toes as you awaited for the next course of action he would take.

A single crimson rose found its way inside an opulent glass vase, large enough to house several more if one had actually given it more thought. Or emptied their wallet. It took its own small, designated space on your work area and you couldn't bring yourself to place it elsewhere. Its own pitiful concept amused you. What was the point of a spacious vase with only one flower? That thought had come to halt when the very next day, another of its kind sat comfortably next to it. No sign of who had left it there. Peculiar. A note was slipped under the vase with the words: "30 roses, and a night with me. 1 rose is all I need." No signature nor evidence of the note's owner but you had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

You were patient. The roses, a calendar ticking off the days. 29 to go.

Whenever you asked Osomatsu about them, you were met with a soft chuckle and a change in subject.

On the last sunset, a rich and pristine white limousine was parked outside of the edifice of your workplace and you staggered, incredulous. Incredulous about this whole affair. You were pulled into the romantic pursuit of your dreams and you were elated like never before. As you boarded the vehicle, you imagined how your escapade with Osomatsu would go. Excitement took hold of your senses and the carriage to your enchanting soirée a prelude to the next chapter of your relations with the man who wants to capture your heart.

Your chauffeur led you to the golden gates of a hotel - one you recognized as the best in the city. The most prestigious and famous for its five star rating that only a celebrity could dream to afford. Commoners such as yourself could never set foot in such an establishment in their lifetime.

You gasped, unsure if this was a mishap or a trick of sorts. A hallucination caused by your hysteria.

The doors swung open and Osomatsu greeted you warmly, his meretricious bowing making you laugh with an adoring smile that appeared effortlessly through your features. He summoned a young woman who stood quietly in the background. In her hands, she held a black box tied closed with a velvety red ribbon, clearly a gift being bestowed to you.

"Please wear this and meet my master at the rooftop. He will be waiting for you."

Without a moment's hesitation, you were ushered inside a changing room. As you opened the package, a gorgeous tiered wine red evening gown/a dapper black blazer and red dress shirt and matching pants with a rose lapel pin lay snugly inside. You wasted no time in changing attire.

You rushed to the elevator, a bounce in your step. It was clear with unobstrutive glass and the panoramic scenery outside made you starry eyed at the myriad lights of the city buildings, reflective of the monumental galaxies of the twilit sky.

At your destination, the elevator opened to reveal Osomatsu standing inside a moderately square marble floor surrounded by a small canal of water on its contours, rose bushes placed around the dimly lit plaza. An inticing waltz played and he extended his hand in courtesy, inviting you to dance with him.

His eyes lidded, he spoke in a sultry tone.

"All these roses, and the only one I need... is you."

[shimmeringclouds]

Karamatsu - My Love For You

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your hums filled the room, echoing pleasantly throughout the large hallways. You ran your hairbrush through your softened locks once more before setting it down onto the dressing table.

As you began applying cream to your hands and face, you heard another voice join in with your song, deep and baritone, fitting perfectly into the melody. You smiled at the figure through the mirror, watching as it made its way closer to you before wrapping its arms around your waist, leaning down to rest its head on your shoulder.

"My love. You look as beautiful as ever."

"Even when I'm just getting ready to sleep, Karamatsu?" You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Even then, you look as stunning as a rose, my [Y/N]."

Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliments, averting your eyes away from his smug smirk. Even after being married to him for so long, you would never get used to his constant shower of praises and words of caring love. You would have never known how a man neck deep in the business of the Yakuza had such a gentle soul, soft enough to love a simple girl such as yourself.

You felt his left hand lace itself with yours, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the top of your wedding ring. You returned the action before standing up, allowing him to bring you over to the bed you shared. He moved away the bedsheets, waiting for you to lay down comfortably before reaching over to tuck you in, turning the lights off shortly afterwards.

The room fell dark, a light glow of the moon shining through the large curtains behind you, lining Karamatsu's face with pale hues of blues and greys. You could faintly see his large brown eyes wander the features of your face, following the curve of your cheeks to the bow of your lips.

He couldn't help but lift a hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently, running his thumb over your skin. You reached your own arms out to clutch the front of his night shirt, pulling yourself closer to him, legs tangling together beneath you.

He leaned down slightly to place a long, loving kiss on your lips, sighing with relief as he was finally able to love you wholly after being kept away from you for so long. You melted into his touch, clinging to him as you kissed him desperately, hoping every drop of emotion you felt for him was conveyed in your actions.

Slowly, you both parted, staying close to each other as you gazed deep into each other's eyes, searching your souls together.

"To be able to call you my wife..." Karamatsu whispered, "Makes me the luckiest man in the world, despite my hands being tainted by the life of a Yakuza. You are my angel in disguise. My beautiful [Y/N]..."

Your heart skipped in your chest, beating rapidly as it became full with pure joy.

"I should be saying that about you, Karamatsu," you rested your chin on his head, running your fingers through his locks once more. "You saved my life when I first met you. Even if you are a man of the mafia, you still have a heart of gold. That's why I fell in love with you. And now, we're here. Together."

You kissed the top of his head as he buried his face into your chest, a slight dampness forming on your clothing.

"I love you, Karamatsu."

"I love you more, [Y/N]."

[ohiyaspe]

I forgot to update my blog with what I’m working on...whoops

[mari-bellis]

I am kicking myself for not being around on tumblr for mafia matsus.

I am a sucker for mafia themes.

[cashmoneyravestars]

Aw

@qurioq

I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the Doll song you mentioned owo; Maybe I’ll look into it when I get the chance!

But anyway, I was actually inspired by a fan comic I read on pixiv by this artist, Gotaku (Sorry it’s in Japanese)

Keep reading

[ask-mobster-matsu]

Akumatsu Event

(Mod A: Hello everyone! Sorry for the inactivity! College really got me and the Osomatsu community has been pretty on the down-low for me as of late. I probably won’t be continuing the blog on a super regular schedule, but for now, I’ll nudge this event your way! It’ll run for 7 days, so y’all got lots of time to ask questions!)

[thebardisabird]

Bard, when did you start to like Karamatsu so much and your top ten favorite Hesokuri Wars sets of Karamatsu and Ichimatsu is such a cute purple kitty cat to me 💜💜💜💜

Whew Courtney this might be your most loaded question yet, friend. Hm...well let me get the easy one out of the way. I think I will actually do a separate post on when I started to like Karamatsu and why because I could quite literally talk someone's ear off about it lol. But this'll probably be long so I'm putting all of it under a cut:

I think we've established that Mafia!Karamatsu is my favorite, definitely. After that would probably be Casino!Kara because it's...pretty close to Mafia lol. Third place is Vampire!Karamatsu because he both looks incredible as is and whew that werewolf form (it's the muscles). Now the rest here are honestly interchangeable lol: In Fourth is Akuma Rider because I love the bike and his look with it. In Fifth is Poseidon! Kara - a lot of fanart made me fall for that au. In Sixth is his Sweet Villain au because Karamatsu with red hair hello??? In Seventh is his Matsu Noir look because that long hair does horrendous things to meeee In Eighth is his Hip Hop Star (aka Color Gang) look (although if I'm honest Jyushimatsu's version of that AU literally has me ready to FAINT - again, it's the muscles) In Ninth place is not the first, but the SECOND Date set, the one with the loafers and the silver watch. Ugh, a look. And in Tenth place is the first Color Gang AU which was just named Rap where he's referred to as Masta Kara, which is based off of Masta Killa from the Wu-Tang Clan of which I grew up listening to so I mean if we're not fictionally fated to be at this point idk what to say anymore lol I would've included pictures but it's 1 am and I am sleeeeeepy

[azulsartdump]

Don Karamatsu Expressions Sheet (Part1)

(Here’s everyone’s favorite boy!)

[hiriawrites]

disharmony. 2/??

Nana doesn't remember much of her life before the Sato family found her.  

She knows she had a different name, but Nana is what she called herself and Nana is what she became.

She knows she had another family with a mother and a father and a sister but she can't remember their names or faces.

Sometimes she'll get flashes.

A tall, broad shouldered man with a rumbling voice soothing her to sleep.

A small woman with long brown hair and a crimson smile, a talent for making stories come alive.

A hand in hers as her sister promises to protect her in a language she understands but can’t remember.

Nana comes to terms with the fact that she’ll never remember and will never find her other family again. She loves her new family. Her kaa-chan and otou-san. They might not be mama and papa but they love her all the same.

Losing kaa-chan and otou-san soon after graduating from High School almost kills her, but she perseveres, and finds a job as a waitress to pay bills and to keep herself busy. 

She’s fine with drifting through life until she meets a man who can speak that language she can’t remember.

The language is Italian and the man’s name is Iemitsu.

He sweeps her off her feet. They’re married within a year, Iemitsu filling a place in her life she didn’t know was missing until he showed up.

Nana is content. She has almost everything she’s ever wanted. She has her twins, Tsu-kun and Chi-chan, she has the love of her life even if he’s off to be a star, and soon she’ll have her next child! 

The labor is hard, but she does it! And soon she’ll have her baby in her arms. She follows the Sawada family tradition and names her Tsurumatsu. 

When Matsu-chan opens her eyes, Nana feels her breath stutter. Matsu-chan’s eyes are red. (‘Like, nonna’s,’ a part of her whispers.)

Memories start to press against her and Nana quickly hands Matsu-chan over to a nurse as she quickly descends into a panic attack.

Here is what Nana doesn't remember: She was born Susannah Vescovi in Italy. The youngest daughter of Zeno Vescovi and Emilia Benedetti. She had an older sister named Sylvia. Her parents were negotiators for the most powerful Mafia family, the Vongola, and they were in Japan working out a deal between the Vongola and a Yakuza Clan. She doesn’t remember the deal going south, doesn’t remember the chaos that erupts. She only remembers the heat of the flames that burn her hiding place, the smell of smoke, and a sharp pain then nothingness.

Here’s what Nana doesn’t know:

Her parents searched for her frantically, tearing the city apart with no care for Omerta to look for her. They shipped her sister back to Italy immediately. The Vescovi couple is killed by Vongola enemies and Sylvia is lost to the streets of Italy. 

Certain Vescovi’s had a bad habit of repressing and ignoring things that didn’t fit their worldview.

When Nana finally calms down, she does what she does best. 

Represses.

[kamicchisart]

this is the last thing u see before u die

[ask-the-matsuno-bois]

Pls, for the love of fuck, draw mafia Osomatsu with a stubble and show these losers how a real mafia leader manages shit around here.

Mod: Mafia Oso is best Oso, don’t @ me

[shimmeringclouds]

[ 3. ]

You were left physically and emotionally drained by the time you had relayed your living nightmare to the three brothers. You had answered Laamcung's questions as accurately as you could, barely managing to avoid the urges to breakdown into tears every time the memories resurfaced to your mind.

The man had thanked you kindly for your cooperation, taking your hand gingerly into his larger one and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a smile as a grateful gesture before stepping away. His brothers rolled their eyes at his antics, but refrained from saying anything else to him, nor to you.

They parted with the promise of a warm meal arriving soon, and with Zicung coming in every now and then to check up on your injuries. You would be lying if you said you weren't afraid of being alone in a room with the silent and intimidating man, however you held your tongue. The last thing you wanted was to get on the bad side of this unknown trio.

You couldn't bring yourself to trust that they wouldn't inflict further harm onto you. Not when you were so vulnerable, and weak, and terrified.

Meanwhile, the three brothers stood in the other room, glancing towards each other warily as the door closed shut.

"..that son of a bitch.." Ichimatsu snarled under his breath, glaring hotly at the wall.

"It's obvious that it was all just a scheme to kill us off back at that building," Karamatsu mused, "But why drag in the innocent?"

"'Cuz he's a psychopath, that's why." Choromatsu's hands curled into tight fists by his sides, the anger that Ichimatsu held now rubbing off onto him, too. "As if he gives two shits about who gets dragged into this mess."

"...I'll inform Osomatsu," Karamatsu sighed. "Maybe the both of you should cool off before going back into her room. You must understand that she is sensitive, and the last thing we want to do is frighten her further."

The two younger brothers flinched at Karamatsu's stern tone, his furrowed gaze letting them know that he was deadly serious. They briefly nodded towards him and watched as he left the room.

Choromatsu huffed, flexing his fingers from his tense grip. He really needed to let the stress out of his system. As he stood silently, he began to list off the many ways he could do so, ranging from throwing knives to shooting off his pistols, maybe even a sparring match with Jyushimatsu.

"I'm going. You take care of the food."

"I — what?!" Choromatsu spun on his heel, a bewildered frown playing on his pointed lips as his brother shuffled away with his hands in his pockets.

"You heard me. I've got stuff to do first, so you do it."

"Wha—? Why me?!"

"Why not?" Ichimatsu sent a warning glare over his shoulder, leaving no room for discussion as he left, abandoning Choromatsu. The lone man withheld the urge to scream at his brother, opting instead to rub a heavy hand down the length of his face with a muffled groan.

He muttered violently under his breath as he stomped down to the kitchen, a tray of freshly-made, steaming food already waiting for him when he entered. He couldn't help but give the cooks the stink eye, seeing as he wasn't in the best of moods. Maybe he would apologise later, if he remembered.

As he walked back to your temporary room, he forced his anger and annoyance to simmer down. Karamatsu was right; you were already scared enough as it was. If he walked in there with the attitude he had, he would probably push you to tears again.

...He paused outside your room, brows furrowing further as a dangerous thought crossed his mind.

His hands tightened their hold around the tray between his fingers, the grip becoming stronger the more he stood and thought about it, surges of confusion mingling with his annoyance.

You jolted in your seat when the door suddenly burst open without a knock. You eyed the man who had called himself Ceoicung as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his foot.

Despite the food in his hands making your stomach rumble in pain, the tense look on his face made you hesitant to do much of anything, other than follow his movements with your eyes as he sat in the chair beside you. The tray was placed onto your lap, the heat of the food seeping into your thighs.

He sat back in his seat, eyeing you expectantly. You felt small under his gaze, and you fidgeted slightly in your seat, the awkwardly silent air almost suffocating you as you tore your eyes away from him and down to your meal. It was a simple chicken stir-fry, a healthy mix of chicken and salad with plenty of lemon juice so that it wasn't too dry for your already sore throat. It smelt divine, and your mouth began to water just by looking.

You were still very much aware of the pair of eyes burning into your skin, and it made you all the more hesitant to eat anything. As if reading your mind, Ceoicung spoke up quite suddenly.

"The food's not poisoned or anything. Just eat it."

You jumped once again, whipping your head over to the man who's foot was bouncing rapidly against the tiled floor, his cheek resting against his palm with a bored look on his face.

Thinking you were very close to making him snap, you turned back to your food and, swallowing thickly, you picked up the knife and fork set out for you.

Well... you tried to pick them up.

Your left hand was immovable, with it being wrapped up in a cast, and your right hand was still trembling as you clutched the fork as tightly as you could, only for it to slip out of your grasp and fall against the tray with a loud clatter.

The silence in the room seemed to ring louder than the noise you had just made. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you sat stock still with your empty hand still hung in the air, your brain short circuiting as you were unsure of what to do.

After a moment of listening to the clock tick away on the wall, Ceoicung sighed heavily. You heard the chair scrape along the floor until you could see his knees push against your mattress, and you hesitantly looked over to him.

He took your tray and moved it closer to him, picking up the knife and fork and gathering a small portion of food to hold up to your mouth. You could only stare at him wide eyed, the behaviour catching you off guard.

The both of you continued to stare at each other like a pair of deer in headlights before he finally broke away, and you swore you could see a tinge of red dusting the tips of his ears.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realise you wouldn't be able to do anything like that, so I'm just trying to help you out."

"...O-Oh..!" You quickly shook your head, "No, it's not your fault! You didn't do anything wrong there... But, you don't have to do this. I think I'll be able to manage."

He gave you a flat look, raising his brow.

"Yeah. Sure."

He pushed the morsel of food towards you once more, staring you down all the while. You felt a little humiliated, having to be fed by some stranger because you were too weak to do it yourself, but there wasn't anything else you could do. The hunger in your stomach was telling you to just eat now and worry later.

You chose to stare down at Ceoicung's calloused fingers that held the metal utensils as you opened your mouth, taking the chicken and pieces of salad into your mouth. You chewed experimentally, your furrowed brows slowly rising in pleasant surprise at the wonderful flavours that began to overwhelm your taste buds.

You immediately took the next bite that Ceoicung brought up to you, chewing quickly as all thoughts of the food being poisoned were promptly thrown out the window. Ceoicung watched you with slight amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as a spark of life was slowly brought back into those previously dull eyes of yours.

"Oi, slow down," he mumbled warningly, and you did as he said, taking the time to truly savour your food before swallowing.

Eventually, your plate became empty. A second glass of water was carefully pushed against your lips, and you gladly guzzled the drink, sighing softly as your mouth and throat no longer felt parched.

"Thank you." Your quiet voice cut through the empty air as Ceoicung moved the tray away from you and onto the bedside table to be picked up later. He rolled his eyes over to you, leaning back into his chair, arms crossing over his chest.

"It's nothing." His short answers didn't make it any easier for you to converse with him, leaving you to sit in an awkward silence, fiddling with the bedsheet beneath your fingers as you tried to think of something to say. Ceoicung was simply waiting for his younger brother to come in and check up on you so that he could leave this stiflingly atmosphere. He wasn't a babysitter — he had things to do.

Your eyes darted around the room timidly until they landed on the man sat beside you. You couldn't help but take the time to truly take in his appearance, remembering how you couldn't even look any of them in the eyes before.

Ceoicung's pale face was round and soft looking; a stark contrast to the narrowed and harsh look in his eyes. His lips were thin and pointed, the light pink skin looking delicate, although slightly chapped. Multiple earrings hung from his ears, two studs lining the tips and a single square shaped ring on his left ear. His brown hair, dark and short, was styled upwards with clear signs of fingers having run through them in messy trails, which suited him, you thought.

"What is it?"

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump, your face once more directed down at your lap in a quick attempt at covering up the flustered and embarrassed look on your face after being caught staring.

"N-Nothing..! Sorry..."

He raised a brow, unconvinced that you didn't need something from him, but he didn't press on any further. It was probably better if neither of you spoke, anyway. It was unnecessary.

Time seemed to stretch by slower and slower, and Ceoicung's irritation was increasing every time he looked at the door and saw that no one was behind it yet. Whatever his little brother was doing, he needed to hurry up and get it done with before he went berserk.

"Um..."

His head suddenly snapped towards you, the look on his face making you flinch. You started to regret speaking up at all, but now that you'd done it, you supposed there was no going back.

"I was just wondering... Where exactly.. am I?"

"You're in our house," came his short response, his eyes instantly turning back to the door, "specifically, in Zicung's operating room."

"Oh... is he a doctor?"

"Not exactly."

An uncertain feeling began to bubble in your stomach at that. If he wasn't a doctor, then what was he planning to do when he came to check up on you? Your face began to pale, your lips setting into a firm line as you hesitantly glanced at Ceoicung.

"What... What does he do, then?"

Ceoicung stared at you, a look passing his eyes that you couldn't identify, his mouth parting to form some kind of sentence, only to be abruptly pulled from his thoughts as the door suddenly creaked open. The both of you looked over to the doorway, seeing Zicung lazily shuffle into the room with his hands tucked into his pockets.

He passively dragged his gaze over the both of you before making his way over towards a large cabinet at the other end of the room. Behind its glass doors were shelved stacked with brown pill bottles and liquids that seemed to be medicine, but now you weren't so sure.

"It's about time you showed up," Ceoicung growled, standing up from his seat. He ran a hand through his hair briefly, finally settling his arms to cross over his chest, the tight material of his shirt sleeved t-shirt pulling taut against his biceps.

"I told you, I had stuff to do." Zicung replied, busy rifling through the cabinet before he seemed to find the bottle he was looking for and taking it out with a slight shake. He turned to you with the same tired and half-lidded eyes, coming closer until he stood right beside you. You felt yourself begin to sweat under his deadpan stare, unable to lift your eyes up from the bedsheets and only wanting to shrink into yourself until you disappeared.

"...Stop being a creep," Ceoicung sighed, nudging his brother. Zicung only rolled his eyes, snatching your empty glass and leaving the room to go and fill it back up.

"Zicung will be taking care of you, now," the man spoke to you with a nod. He began to leave the room, and you panicked.

"Wait!" The moment the word left your lips you felt mortified, staring wide eyed at the man who slowly turned back to you with a raised brow. "I-I mean... uh..."

"He's not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," You flinched at his words, confirming your thoughts out loud. "We may be Yakuza, but we aren't like this other scumbags out there. Just relax."

With that, he nonchalantly left the room, the idea of finally being able to get a break for a short while sounding very appealing.

Zicung reentered your room, his steps faltering for barely a second when he saw you. You were staring blankly at thin air, your skin looking paler than usual, as if you had seen a ghost.

"...These pain killers will ease the pain. You have to take them three times a day for your injuries." He proceeded to instruct, mistaking your utter shock for a sudden bout of pain. He cracked open the lid and shook out two pills onto his palm, holding them out to you along with the glass of water. When you didn't respond, he frowned, pushing closer.

"Hey," he snapped. You blinked, shakily taking a deep breath before taking the pills and glass, bringing them to your mouth. You hesitated as you pressed your palm to your mouth, then squeezed your eyes shut and popped them into your mouth, quickly washing them down.

Seemingly satisfied, Zicung glanced towards the clock on the wall, taking note of the time being close to midnight, and began making his way out of the room.

"Sleep for now. I'll wake you up in the morning so that you can take them again."

"...How long do I have to stay here?" Your voice was hushed, trembling. Zicung peered at you from over his shoulder for a moment before answering.

"With your injuries, probably a month or so."

"A month?!" You shook your head, eyes pleading to him. "No, I can't stay for a month! I need to go as soon as possible! My bakery— my business won't last if I don't get back soon!"

"Even if I let you out now, what could you possibly do when you open up your little shop again?" Zicung raised a brow. "You can barely move your arms, and I bet you wouldn't be able to stand up straight for a good few weeks."

"I-I know that, but please, isn't there something you can do? Anything!" You pressed, leaning forward on your bed as your eyes glistened with tears. Zicung turned away from you, hunching his shoulders higher towards his ears.

"No. I can't help you anymore than this, so stop asking."

The door shut violently, leaving you alone again. You slowly sat back against your pillows, the tears finally falling down your cheeks once more as you sat helplessly. You bit your lip, choking back your whimpers as you desperately begged yourself to stop crying.

Your mind began to concoct a series of downward spiralling thoughts. Your business failing, your bakery no longer being owned by you, your small and cosy flat above the shop being taken away, your whole life falling to pieces whilst you were stuck who-knows-where with a bunch of men you didn't know.

Not just any bunch of men, you reminded yourself with a shudder. Yakuza.

You were stuck with Yakuza.