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tinymintygarland · 1 year ago

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The Nightshift

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Pairing: OT6 Mafia! Exo x Janitor! Reader

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

Genre: Angst, Mafia Au, Fluff

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

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A/n:

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

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

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

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_______________DAY 1__________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who knew My real shift began the night I started?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dissapointed?” Baekhyun grinned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what an interesting night that had been.

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rancidtae · 1 year ago

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

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

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

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

meet the characters

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

So, here it is:

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

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

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

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jetaimais · 2 years ago

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SOME NIGHTS YOU DANCE WITH TEARS IN YOUR EYES

CHAPTER THREE

pairing: baekhyun x reader, (in future chapters) ot9!exo x reader

genre: mafia, fluff, (in future chapters) smut

warnings overall: gang shit, cursing, violence, mature scenes, drugs, blood

warnings in this chapter: drugs, slight daddy kink, oral (f!receiving).

word count: 3k+

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and you’ve been in the club for two hours. Nothing is interesting enough to catch your attention and you start getting bored. You consider leaving when you suddenly catch sight of a tall lean man in the middle of the dance floor.

He is surrounded by women and men seemingly younger than him, all not immune to his charm. He’s dressed in a dark uniform that matches the dim lighting perfectly. He’s wearing what looks like normal dress pants and as a top he wears a black shirt that opened up, showing off his amazing abs. All of the black brings out the blue of his eyes that seem to light up at every movement of the lasers in the room— lasers that flicker and reflect on his perfectly smooth skin.

You continue to stare at him as you play with the drink in your left hand until you make eye contact with him. Your eyes never stop moving even when he turns around and starts walking to reach the other side of the club, he positions himself up against the wall and seems to be waiting for you to come over.

You grin to yourself because of the confused-looking women who were dancing around him who just happen to notice that he’s gone.

You graciously jump out of your seat and before taking a step, you leave your drink on the counter and plunge your hand in your black Chanel bag (that Baekhyun obviously bought for you).

You pull out a blunt and light it up. You bring the tip to your lips and inhale slowly. You let the smoke infiltrate your lungs before turning slightly your chin to meet the eyes of the beautiful stranger who’s still looking at you. As you exhale, his right eyebrow raises up at the sight and he smirks.

When Baekhyun asked you if you ever smoked you simply told him that you’ve never touched a cigarette, it wasn’t really a lie. You considered telling him about your nasty habitude of rolling up joints but the content he expressed when you told him that you “didn’t smoke” made you stop in your tracks. He obviously had a thing for innocent girls, so you decided to fully play the role just to please him.

But tonight, you were unapologetically you. You raise your head and take long strides towards him. Your black latex skirt rides up and you instinctively reach to tug at the hem but stop midway letting it crawl up to the middle of your tanned thighs.

You finally arrive in front of him, and the first thing you notice about him is not the huge scar on his face but how extremely tall he is. Even with your high heels you still feel dwarfed as he looms over you.

You don’t say anything as you take a big mouthful of smoke and purse your lips in a pout. You bring your hands to his jawline and he takes the hint, lowering himself to allow you to bring him into a kiss. You raise your tongue to push the smoke out in his mouth letting him inhale it. He separates himself from you just for a little bit and exhales on your face, making you scrunch your nose cutely. He stares at you blankly, but you recognize a certain pinch of softness in his orbs just like you do with Baekhyun. You tilt your head and look at him questionably as he continues to stare at you, studying your features. You entwine your arms around his neck, faintly listening to the booming bass playing in the back. He takes advantage of your new position to press his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, he opens his mouth to yours. You follow suit, allowing him to take control. His tongue tentatively seeking entrance and he is rapidly met with your tongue fighting against his. In and out he plays with your mouth, leaving you breathless and weak. You grasp hold of his neck so you would not fall, giving him the opportunity to slip his arms around you. A contented sigh escapes your lips as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck up to your jaw. You moan slowly and bring the blunt to your lips once again.

He backs away, lips puffy, and looks at you as you give him a lovely smile, the smoke around you, making you look ethereal. He grunts softly and you feel your pussy clench at the sound.

He brings a hand to your head and curls a strand of your hair around the tip of his index finger, then slowly releases it, watching you as he uncurls his finger very, very slowly and lets it fall.

“So now, do you want me to fuck you here or do you want me to bring you somewhere calmer” He questions you. His voice is so deep and delicious that one word shakes you down to your toes. You force yourself to look away, take a few deep breaths, and lust returns as you look back at him.

“I have this beautiful place, but it is quite expensive” You flutter your eyelashes at him. At the mention of the last adjective, he shrugs. It’s an elegant, altogether disarming gesture. Without a moment of hesitation, he adds, “Tell me the address. I’ll drive us there.” He was truly magnificent, with those big eyes and sharp cheekbones.

He grabs your free hand, and you end up in a seemingly brand-new purple McLaren 720S. You put your seatbelt on as he starts the car. He asks you to put the address in the GPS. As you struggle to type the last numbers because of your acrylics, he takes the joint from you and takes a puff. He connects his phone to the Bluetooth station of his car and SZA’s new album starts playing from the console. Surprising taste of music, but nonetheless, very fucking attractive. Finally done, he slams his foot on the accelerator. You ride in companionable silence that reminds you of Baekhyun.

You take the opportunity to examine him once again. You look at his side profile. He’s handsome in an almost supernatural way. He has a nice build for his six-foot frame, not too bulky, yet not too skinny. His body is not the only good thing about him as you take notes about his face. Sharp lines of a strong jawline, with an equally strong nose set above pursed lips. His long lashes were enhanced by the kohl he put before going out. Another thing that reminds you of Baekhyun, you can’t wait to start living with him. You can’t see the scar from where you are and this only makes you want him to drive faster, not being able to wait to look at him properly.

After using a simple black card to pay for the 3 000 000₩ (about 2.8k dollars) room, you finally find yourself on the highest floor, not that you expected less from him. You always had a good intuition when it came to find rich men.

Not even letting you undress, he roughly pushes you onto the bed. You feel his warmth as he presses his fingers to your breast, touching you through your silk shirt. Your nipple hardens. He kisses your neck, but he doesn’t go further, leaving you wet and agitated. He stands back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. You take advantage of the moment to take off your crop top and your skirt, leaving you in red-laced matching underwear. You lift your hand, only to be met with a slender waist. His body was beautiful, his skin as white as polished alabaster was littered with light pink scars. He slowly grabs your face with his left hand, thumb going in your mouth. You catch it with your teeth and lick it the tip. Slow, taunting, the way you’d lick his cock if he’d ask you nicely enough. He takes out his hand with a pop and lays you down on the mattress.

“I quite like the red panties” He hums appreciatively “They make your skin colour pop.” You gasp as he caresses the inside of your thighs, and you try to close them instinctively. “Shhh,” he murmurs. “I’m just going to touch these lacy underpants with the tips of my fingers. Like this.”

The light, teasing circles against the dampening silk of your panties are sweet little flames. Heavy, aching desperation begins to grow out of pleasure. The bed is soft. You curl your toes against the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt and turn your face into the pillow. He presses himself on your body to kiss you and you feel his hard dick beneath the thin layers of fabric. His erection feels enormous. Unforgiving. Every soft, sleepy fantasy you had in the car comes roaring back, prickling over your skin and waking nerves gone numb from neglect.

He arches down, grinding his hips against yours, and a tiny shudder wracks you. “You’re getting wet.” You gasp as his next rock puts pressure on your clit.

He leans in and slowly draws his tongue over the ridge of your collarbone, from your shoulder to the center of your chest.

Oh, God

Your nipples tighten to aching points and getting that bra off yourself suddenly seems like the most important thing in the world. You bring your hands behind your back to unclip it, but the stranger stops you with a muttered warning. “Don’t move.”

You freeze.

His growl melts into an approving hum, and he uses his free hand to get rid of it. He throws it on the floor, and you struggle to breathe as his gaze rakes over you, hot and intense.

It was nothing like Baekhyun. You always had the habitude to compare your one-night stands with him. The stranger was the opposite; rough where Baekhyun has been civilized, raw in all the ways Baekhyun has been polished. But for a moment those differences don’t matter, because Baekhyun has stared at you with the same intensity, too. Intensity laced with hunger and lust.

Your thoughts about Baekhyun are interrupted when you feel his breath caress your skin. “Soft.” He licks you again, tracing his tongue down the curve of one breast. “Sweet.” He sucks your nipple into his mouth with a grown.

You gasp and sink your finger into his short hair, clutching at the back of his head as your tips back. Sharp and bright points of pleasure flare every time he laps his tongue.

You open your mouth — to ask, plead, something — and his hand shifts, his finger slipping through your wet folds. He finds your clit with a firm, circling touch that never seems to cease, only recede, and come rushing back as each rough fingertip slides over you in turn.

“Oh—” It’s all you can say, the same noise over and over again. You’re gasping, panting on his fingers without grace or thought.

He wounds a hand in your hair and tugs your head back. “Your name.” He bares your throat, his fingers twisting tight enough in your hair to trip the line between pleasure and pain. You lift your chin higher with a shaky moan, offering him the vulnerable line of your throat in silent trust. You whisper your name softly as he closes his teeth on your skin with a groan. His fingers push deeper, curling into you as he presses the heel of his palm against your clit.

Your body seizes. The bite is deliciously painful, the kind of pain that burns into pleasure, but his fingers— You knew it would sting, his fingers are so long and there are three of them, and you are so far past deception. You can’t bite back the hiss of pain or hide your flinch as you struggle to relax, to adjust—

It’s his turn to freeze.

You take a careful breath and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I just— I need a second—”

“Shh” He doesn’t stop, only eases back until the blunt tip of one finger remains inside her. “Like this.”

The discomfort has already faded. One finger is enough to stretch gently as you rock onto it pushing him deeper on the soft spot inside you, and you shudder as that need builds, slower this time.

Another finger joins that one as the stranger licks the bitten spot on your neck and he makes another low noise “That’s it, baby. Take it. So good for me.” Approving words, and God, you haven’t realized how bad your praise kink is until you almost come on the spot. Discomfort doesn’t matter. You clutch at his hair and pant, willing your body to relax, to accept him, to welcome the way he strokes deep and fills you. “I’ll take more for you daddy,” you whisper shakily.

“Oh fuck.” He rests his forehead on yours, obviously affected by the name you just called him. You meet his eyes, beautiful brown irises swimming in a pink sea. The drugs obviously overtaking as the white of his eyes as been replaced with a beautiful light pink. And even though the world feels hazy, he’s sharp. All perfect lines, strong jawbone, and full lips. His brows lower over intense, commanding eyes, and your heart pounds.

“You’re pretty.” You blurt out and he only chuckles at that before kissing you. His fingers curl inside you and he rotates his hand against your clit in slow circles of pressure, each one harder than the last, each one sparking along your nerves until you’re on fire.

Your body clenches. All of it, but nothing as fast and hard as your pussy, and even the throbbing pleasure can’t wipe away the awareness of how exposed you are. He can feel every shuddering pulse as you squeeze tight around his fingers, the proof that you want more. Your limbs are liquid. You nuzzle your head in his neck, huddling close to his warm skin. You suck a hickey on his skin as he frees himself from his pants.

With low eyelids, you glance at how his Celine boxers hugs his powerful thighs, without missing the huge pink scar that seems to go from his knee to under his briefs. Not only that, but you let your eyes wander over his bulge, noticing how his rod curves to the left, so long that your mouth starts to water. Already licking your lips from anticipation, you miss how the handsome man in front of you lowers himself onto you to drop a kiss to your shoulder.

As he kisses his way down to your pussy, he caresses your thighs, slowly prying them open. You're so caught up in how good he makes you feel that it takes you a moment to realize that he subtly spread your legs.

He finally stops in front of your heat and before you can open your mouth to beg him to do something, you feel his tongue connecting with your clit. Tongue flat against it, you let out a string of curses. You arch your back against the mattress as continues flicking his wet tongue against your bud.

He holds you down firmly, as the rhythm of his tongue on your pussy is exploratory and eager. He hums, the vibrations sending tremors through your whole body, leaving you shaking on the bed. Pushing two fingers in you, slowly stretching you out, he continues lapping at your juices, savoring the taste before he picks up the pace. He nestles in, forcing your legs wider apart with his strong shoulders. The combination of the two different sources of pleasure making you dizzy, his husky whisper so close yet so far. He moans and adds "You taste better than anything that I've ever tasted."

The gasps you make as you finally cum nearly make him cum in his pants. He nips softly at your clit, letting you go down from your high softly as you can't stop yourself from shaking.

As you finally relax from all the shaking, you let your eyes close. The handsome stranger smiles sarcastically and grabs your chin gently.

"Did I already tire you out? I guess I'll have to take care of myself alone this time."

You immediately open your eyes and grab his arm, bringing him into the bed with you. "This is all you've got?", you reply with a coy smirk.

At that, he skillfully grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to pin you down under him. You don't miss how his biceps bulge, only making you want to bite them. You and your oral fixation...

He threads his fingers into your hair before pulling quite harshly to lift your head up. When he's sure that your eyes are onto him, he crashes his lips with yours and kisses you. The small taste of you leaving him wanting more as his kiss becomes more demanding. His need drives and he presses his tongue against your lips, begging for entrance. You comply, opening your lips and allowing his wet tongue to slip into your mouth. He caresses your tongue with his and you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself. The night goes on with him finally entering you and making you scream all night long.

The next morning, you wake up with the rays of the sun faintly grazing your face. You sit up in the bed finally taking notice of how the view is breathtaking. The city seeming alive as it is working hour. You shift your gaze to the man sleeping soundly next to you. You chuckle at the sight of the big man seeming so cute despite his features being set in a resting frown. You dare not disturb him, too lazy to speak at a such early hour, so you smoothly stand up and make your way out of bed. You dress up quietly before catching sight of your panties in a corner of the room. You giggle as you grab it and place it in the pocket of the man's pants that were laying on the ground a bit far from where the bed is placed. A little surprise for him, you think to yourself.

As you're done preparing yourself, you leave the room and the beautiful stranger on the bed, phone in hands as you text Baekhyun a simple “Good morning ^^”

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a lover's redemption | chapter 3

chapter 3. the new normal

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

word count ↠ 13.3k

18+ | warnings ↠ drinking, explicit sexual content, violence, all sorts of crime (please see the series masterlist for a complete list of warnings).

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ please enjoy and shareeeee xxoxoxox and pls share your thoughts w me as we get into it ;) also in case its not clear, jimin's birth year in the fic is 1995, same as real life, and Y/N is 2 years younger than him. I always put the year for any flashbacks so you can work out how old they are :) any confusion, please let me know (i might make a mistake!) thanks angels! <3

17th July 2009

The heavy scent of cigar smoke lingered in the room, curling around the dark oak furniture. Jimin sat quietly beside his father, his small legs barely brushing the floor. Across from them, Lee Han-Jae exhaled a long puff of his cigar, looking tired.

“They confirmed the crash?” Jihoon asked, his tone devoid of warmth.

Jimin did not know what accident his uncle and father had planned but he knew that his father had been on edge all day because of it.

Han-Jae nodded. “Mostly. But he's gone.” He downed what was left of his drink. “Did we take care of the family?”

Jihoon swirls his glass. “We’ll let them go, they have no one.”

“Except Kija and Min-Baek-hyun,” Han-jae counters.

“They mean nothing to us.”

“But they were loyal to Sehun.”

Upon hearing this, Jimin went still, realising what’s happened.

“Their loyalty was not just to Sehun but the entire Han family. They will protect them at all costs and they’ve been in this long enough to know not to retaliate if they want to keep themselves safe.”

Han-Jae said nothing else of the matter but his face did little to mask his disapproval. He took another puff of his cigar before he spoke again. “The other two men survived. Escaped before the flames could finish the job. They’re digging through the wreckage, but the police are sniffing around."It seems dental records are proving... inconvenient.”

Jihoon’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. “Inconvenient?” he echoed. “The detectives are a problem?”

Han-Jae waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

“Funny,” Jihoon said, leaning forward slightly. “You said the same thing about the last case they opened. And now I hear whispers about them building something bigger — trafficking charges. Another detective’s on the case, isn’t he?” His tone sharpened. “You’ve been careless, Han-Jae.”

The room tensed, the air thick with unsaid threats. Han-Jae stiffened, his smirk faltering for the briefest moment. “Watch your tongue, Jihoon.”

Jihoon’s lip curled. “You’ve been playing dirty, using our resources to fund your side business."

Han-Jae remained indifferent. "You'll be asking for a share soon. All the pieces are almost complete and this detective is nothing more than a bump in the road. I'll deal with it."

"That's besides the point. I trusted you and you're acting foolishly."

"Foolishly?"

"Is it not?" Jihoon asked, patronising.

Jimin watched as Han-Jae got up wordlessly and walked over to his cabinet. He picked up the decanter and generously poured himself some whiskey.

“I’ve given you more than enough leash,” Jihoon continued, his voice rising. “But if you think I’ll let you drag my name down with yours, think again.”

Han-Jae emptied his glass before he turned, his face a mask of fury. “We’ll talk about this later,” he spat. “We have somewhere to be.”

Jihoon didn’t bother responding. Instead, he turned his attention to Jimin, his gaze cold and commanding. “Get a gun.”

Jimin froze, his blood turning to ice. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Now,” Jihoon snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut. "Then meet me by the car."

Jihoon left the room and Jimin followed, his legs moving before his mind could catch up. He went towards the basement, down the stairs and past the training floor, all the way to the locked room at the back. Some of his father's men watched as he walked, but none said a word. Hands trembling, he pressed his thumb to the scanner and waited for the door to unlock, revealing an entire array of weapons lining the walls.

Jimin didn't think. He picked up the first handgun he saw, checked it was loaded and then walked out with the cold metal feeling alien in his grasp, the weight far heavier than he anticipated.

Without realising it, his feet carried him to the kitchen, where his mother stood slicing vegetables. She turned at the sound of his shaky breathing, her eyes immediately softening when she saw the gun in his hands.

“Jimin,” she whispered, crossing the room in an instant. She crouched down in front of him, pulling him into a gentle hug. The faint scent of lavender filled his nose, momentarily drowning out the suffocating reality around him.

“I can’t,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “I can’t do it.”

His mother’s embrace tightened. “I never wanted this for you, Jimin,” she murmured, her voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry.” She pulled back, brushing his hair from his face with trembling fingers. “But this is your life now. Your father won’t wait. If you don’t go back, he’ll only get angrier.”

Jimin shook his head. “Why do you let him—” His voice broke off and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry." Her face crumpled, but she quickly composed herself and closed his fingers around the gun. “You have to go now, before he comes looking for you.”

Reluctantly, he nodded, his small frame trembling as she kissed his forehead and guided him toward the door.

The container yard smelled of damp concrete and iron, the air thick and stifling. As Jimin stepped out of the car, he immediately spotted Kwan and Duri ahead of them.

Jihoon and Han-Jae walked ahead while Taemin and Jimin followed behind. As they went further into the yard, around a dark corner, Jimin glanced at Taemin, hoping for some kind of answer. Taemin, barely older than Jimin, gave a reassuring smile of sorts when Jimin glanced his way, but it did little to make him feel better. Jimin figured he knew where they were going since he and his dad spoke often.

Duri pulled the heavy door of one of the containers open as they approached and both fathers stopped short outside of the container. Han-Jae laughed mirthlessly and they both stepped aside for Jimin and Taemin to see.

Two detectives knelt on the floor, their faces bloodied and swollen, their hands tied tightly behind their backs.

Suddenly, the dead weight of the gun in his hand felt heavy again.

Jihoon glanced over his shoulder. “Stay here,” he ordered both boys.

Taemin, barely older than Jimin, gave a solemn nod but said nothing.

Jihoon stepped into the container, and crouched in front of one of the detectives, his voice low but menacing. “I warned you to stay out of my business. But now, you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

The detective spat at Jihoon’s feet, earning himself a sharp backhand. Jihoon stood, motioning to Jimin. “Come here.”

Jimin hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Now, Jimin."

Taemin looked between them and gently nudged Jimin forward. "Go on," he whispered.

Reluctantly, Jimin got closer, his eyes glued to the ground.

"This man is a threat to us,” Jihoon said, calmly. “End him.”

Jimin’s breath hitched. “I-I can’t—”

Jihoon’s hand lashed out, striking him hard enough to send him stumbling. “You’re weak,” he snarled, stepping close to Jimin and speaking low in his ear. “Your mother’s made you soft.”

Jimin’s head snapped up and he ignored the harsh stinging sensation on his cheek. “Is that why you always send her away?” he asked, teeth gritted. “To keep her away from me?”

Jihoon froze, his face darkening. For a moment, Jimin thought he might strike him again. But instead, Jihoon looked right at Jimin and spoke, his voice icy. “She chooses to leave. Every time she walks out that door, it’s her choice. And it’s time you grew up and realised that.”

Jimin’s grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles white. He didn't look at the man before him but raised his arm, finger closing around the trigger. "You're right," Jimin said, voice low. "It is time I grew up."

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, the sound ringing in Jimin’s ears long after the man’s body hit the floor.

Jihoon’s voice cut through the haze. “Finally.”

But Jimin didn’t hear him. All he could see was the blood, pooling and spreading across the cold concrete. All he could feel was the weight of his father’s shadow, pressing down on him, suffocating him.

Jihoon glanced at Han-Jae, his lip curling in irritation. “You deal with the other one.”

Han-Jae smiled thinly, his hand settling on Taemin’s shoulder. “Go on, son.”

Taemin hesitated, his youthful face pale under the dim light of the yard's lights. He glanced at Jimin, whose expression was frozen in a mix of horror and detachment, and then back at his father.

Han-Jae’s smile faded. “Do you want to disappoint me?”

The weight of that question hung heavy in the air, and Taemin swallowed hard, but slowly, he stepped forward.

The second detective, bloodied and trembling, began to plead incoherently, his words dissolving into a sob.

Jimin’s stomach churned violently. He couldn’t bear to watch as Taemin raised the gun with far steadier hands than his own, nor could he endure the suffocating tension of the warehouse any longer. His voice was hoarse as he muttered, “I’m going to the car.”

Jihoon turned his head slightly but didn’t object. “Fine. Go.”

The indifference in his father’s voice stung more than any reprimand. Jimin moved toward the exit, his legs unsteady but quickening with each step.

The sound of the gunshot rang out just as he stepped out of the container, the echo chasing him into the night.

The air outside was still warm despite it being well past midnight. Jimin usually loved late summer nights like this but not today. As he walked around the bend, he felt more hot, and the humidity worsened the thick, suffocating tension inside.

He made it only a few steps further before his stomach betrayed him. Rushing over towards a stack of crates, he retched violently. The contents of his dinner surged upwards and all Jimin could hope was that he was far away enough from his dad.

His throat burned, and his body trembled as he leaned a hand against the cold metal for support.

When the heaving subsided, the silence around him felt deafening. His mind was a storm of guilt and revulsion. He could still see the detective’s lifeless eyes in his mind, and worse, as he still held the gun now, he kept imagining his finger was still around the trigger.

“This is your life now,” his mother’s voice echoed in his head, her words a hollow comfort against the growing ache in his chest.

His throat tightened, and for a brief moment, he felt the urge to cry. But the tears didn’t come. They couldn’t — not here, not now. He took a deep breath, forcing air into his lungs until the sharpness of it dulled his emotions. He repeated the motion over and over, steadying himself, quieting the chaos within.

Jimin wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and straightened up. His legs felt heavier than before as he trudged toward the car, but by the time he reached it, his breaths had evened out, and his face was expressionless once more.

Sliding into the back seat, he leaned his head against the window and the chill of the glass grounded him.

As he sat there in silence, the weight of his actions settled like stones in his chest, and he knew this wouldn't be the last time.

Present day

It takes you a while to come to your senses, your fuzzy mind drifting in and out of sleep, telling yourself that you’re dreaming every time your eyes half open to see the surroundings of a room which isn’t yours. Your head sinks back into the feather filled pillow, your breathing is slow and steady and you remain completely still as you wait to wake up in your own bed, in your own home.

But it doesn’t happen.

As you start to focus on the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath, your eyes flutter open fully and everything comes rushing back to you. Seojun lying helplessly on your kitchen floor, Minjun and the men flooding your kitchen, Dani and Siho dying to protect you. And Jimin.

The thought of it all hurts your head, and you push the thoughts down, focusing on something else for now. You have many questions and you’ll make sure to get answers, but right now, one thing you’re sure of, is that you’re safe.

Looking around the room you’re in, you faintly recognise the large wooden doors and particular coving style on the walls. You spent more than a few days running around the halls of this estate, hiding and playing in the rooms belonging to the boy you were once friends with — now the man who saved your life…

It hasn’t escaped you, that had Jimin and his men not walked in when they did, Minjun would’ve killed you after he got whatever information he needed from you.

You’ve never forgotten him, and now it seems like an odd sort of fate that you’ve ended up entangled in some kind of mess with him, thanks to Seojun.

There’s definitely something going on, because there must’ve been a reason why Seojun was in your house, why he spent those late evenings at the cafe just trying to have a conversation with you.

Looking next to you on the nightstand, you see your phone and purse, as well as a few of the other items you had in your pocket and your first thought is to call Yoongi. Whatever’s going on, you need to tell him and he might know something too.

There’s also a small bowl of fresh fruit on the nightstand and a bottle of water — a small reminder that you’re safe here.

As you reach for your phone, you feel a mild throbbing pain in your wrist. You almost forgot that Minjun cut you, but the wound is neatly bandaged now. Pushing the sheets back, you look down at your thigh to see it’s also been bandaged and you’re almost certain you’ll find stitches under there. You’re also wearing clothes that aren’t yours — a loose tee and baggy basketball shorts. You don’t remember anything since falling unconscious but you’re sure one of the housemaids must’ve dressed you.

Reaching for your phone again, you expect to see a call from your grandma since she normally calls you every morning, but your home screen shows no notifications except the many security camera notifications which you’re sure must show the events that took place at your home – you might be able to use it to identify a few of the men who were there, Yoongi certainly would be able to help you with that.

Unlocking your phone, you open up your contacts and scroll through to find Yoongi’s name. Just before you can press call, there’s a knock at the door. Pausing, you look up and a few seconds later, the handle turns slowly.

A slim man enters the room, dressed sharply head to toe in a suit… Your eyes widen, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

“Yoongi.”

He smiles, though somewhat apologetically.”Y/N.” Walking over to your bed, he doesn’t hesitate to pull up the chair that sits in front of the dressing table and bring it beside your bed. While your thoughts race, Yoongi sits quietly and waits.

He’s been working for Jimin, of course he has – his dad was close with yours and Jimin, and after your father’s death, his dad, Min Baek-hyun, stayed close with your grandparents and still resides close to your grandma in Namwon, while Yoongi stayed in Seoul. All these years, you’ve stayed close friends with Yoongi, not knowing he was so close with Jimin too – someone you once considered a best friend.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you ask finally.

“I didn’t want to complicate things,” he murmurs, looking up. As soon as you meet his gaze, you know what he means by that…

You still remember that night, a few months ago, when Yoongi asked you to take out the Cheong men at the warehouse holding the drugs. For the first time, you asked for something in return – for him to help you find who killed your dad. It was the fact that he looked away as soon as you said the words that told you he already knew.

“I need something in return.”

Yoongi lifted his head calmly. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded, placing the key down on the table. “Just, promise me you’ll do it first.”

At this, Yoongi’s expression changed to one of concern and he hesitated.

Meeting his gaze, you said his name. “Please.”

“Alright.” Yoongi shifted, keeping his eyes on you. “I promise.”

There was a moment of silence as you mulled the words over in your head. It had been on your mind for a while, something you’d been considering often for the last few months, since you passed what would’ve been your father’s fifty fifth birthday. Not a day had gone by that you didn't miss him, and you’d known since his death that the last place he was called to, wasn’t a timely coincidence. You may have only been 12 at the time of his death, but your father always taught you to be aware of everything, and you’d noticed the tension between him and his friends for months before that night. Even the fact that you hadn’t seen Jimin in years, and the way Jihoon always disregarded your presence – that is before your father limited their visits to your family home. He was trying to protect you from them.

“I want to know who killed my dad.”

The words felt strange on your tongue – though your dad’s murder wasn’t a secret to you, you didn’t often speak about it so forwardly, especially not to Yoongi.

Concern returned to the lines in his face, brows furrowing as he shook his head and reached for your hand. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You moved your hand from the table before he could hold it. “You know.”

He paused, eyes flitting down to where your hand was. Releasing a slow sigh, he closed his eyes. “And I think you already know.”

The anger and frustration you’d been holding on to for years began to surface.“It was them, wasn’t it?”

Yoongi looked up. “Y/N–”

“Lee Han-jae? And Park Jihoon?”

Yoongi gave the smallest of nods, and your fist curled in your lap.

“Do you know why?”

“Y/N, please, don’t–”

“You promised, Yoongi.”

Meeting your gaze, Yoongi sighed. “Alright, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Everything.”

So he did…

Na Doyun was a corrupt prosecutor who worked for the Lee’s, keeping them out of trouble as long as they paid her well enough. It was the perfect deal until some of the DA became suspicious of Doyun’s intentions and motivations, and she panicked, demanding more money, as well as a way for her to launder all the funds she was receiving.

The Lee’s had no choice but to comply since she had enough dirt on them to put them away for life, (as well as a supposed contingency plan that would expose them should they try anything to harm her), and so Han-jae developed a nightclub under his name and added Doyun as a majority shareholder, as well as a few others under his influence. It became one of the most popular nightclubs in all of Seoul and the perfect place for any illicit activity,

“The one that closed down months ago?” you asked, vaguely remembering. You were sure you'd followed more than a few unsuspecting victims of Yoongi’s from there on one of your errands for him..

“Yes. They have a few all over Seoul but none as big as that one. And you remember Taemin?”

“Lee’s son?”

“Yes.”

You barely saw Lee Taemin growing up. Though he was close in age to Jimin and you, his father had sent him to school in the United States. There were a few occasions where you were there together but unlike Jimin, he barely spared you more than a glance.

“Closing the club was intentional on their part. Han-jae wanted Taemin to replace it with something much bigger and better.”

“The Benitoite.”

Yoongi nodded. “A clever move on his part. The nightclub was becoming a hot spot and that was risky for them. After years of illegal trading, predatory lending and more, they had to find a way to get rid of any liabilities who used to frequent the club for their own gain, and with the Benitoite, they got the DA off their backs while attracting a whole new world, as well as another way to make their money clean again.” Looking up, Yoongi carried on. “Once that was done, Doyun had nothing left to hold over them.”

“They killed her?”

Another nod.

Your hand tightened around the fob. You couldn’t say you felt bad for the woman, she was corrupt after all and served men doing worse than herself, but it still didn’t make any of this easier to hear.

Yoongi sighed, his hand moving towards yours. “You okay?”

“Fine. Tell me.”

“When that nightclub before the Benitoite first opened, your dad wasn’t opposed to it so he never said anything. But, Jihoon or Han-jae weren’t just abiding by what Doyun wanted, they both saw an opportunity and wanted to run part of the nightclub as a secret brothel for invited guests only, those who would pay enough.”

Yoongi looked up apprehensively, but he saw your expression and continued.

“They knew anyone who knew of them, or had any kind of business with them, feared them, so they used that. If there was anyone who had done them wrong, or owed them money, they offered them a way out. Hundreds and millions worth of debt in exchange for years of service, and they didn’t care who it was.

“A mother, father, son, daughter, brother or sister. Any relation to the person who owed them was good enough and as you can imagine, none of the actual offenders offered themselves so it was all innocent family members being taken in. They would kidnap them and coerce them into working there doing whatever it was that needed to be done too. The whole thing was set up as a way for them to earn honest money to pay back whatever was owed.”

You looked up, repulsed. These are the men you once regarded as your uncles, seeing them as your dad’s friends you thought of them as family while growing up. It’s true that as you got older, you started to feel a certain way towards Jihoon because of how cold he was, especially with Jimin, but this was still beyond anything you would’ve expected of them.

“So that’s why they killed my dad?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Not exactly.” Pausing, he studied your expression for a few seconds before he leaned over the table to grasp your hand. After a gentle squeeze, he let go. “There was a lot happening around that time, I don’t know the details but the way Han-jae and Jihoon saw it, is that your dad became soft. When he first found out about the nightclub he was angry and threatened both of them.”

Your stomach curled.

“They wanted to appease him so they said they would reconsider.”

“But they didn’t.”

“No. And truthfully I don’t think your dad ever believed them anyway.”

It went quiet, the distant humming of car engines along a nearby busy road carried the sound of your thoughts as they ran endlessly.

Yoongi took another sip of his milk, watching you carefully. “Y/N,” he spoke softly. “I can tell you the rest another time.”

You looked across at home, taking a slow breath. You do feel like you’ve heard enough, but you need to know. “What more is there? They killed him after that, no?”

Traces of a grimace appeared on Yoongi’s face. “Not quite.” He paused, waiting.

Wordlessly, you nodded for him to continue.

“Did you know Han-jae was married twice?”

Nodding, you remembered his step-daughter, Jiyoung. She looked after you occasionally, but like Taemin, she wasn’t always there. “Yeah, his first wife passed away but Jiyoung was from her, right?”

“Not exactly, Jiyoung wasn’t Han-jae’s daughter.”

Now, this was news to you.

“And her mom wasn’t a huge fan of Han-jae, their marriage was arranged after her first husband died, and she had plenty of reasons to dislike the man and he felt the same, except she always threatened to expose him.”

The arranged marriage wasn’t a surprise to you, as it was common amongst many of your father’s affluent friends, including your own parents, but you hadn’t known that Han-jae’s first wife despised him.

“After she died, Jiyoung got older, she looked more like her mother, acted more like her, and Han-jae didn’t like her just as much as she didn’t like him, so… he saw an opportunity to get rid of her.”

Eyes widening, you asked, “The nightclub?”

Yoongi nodded, looking down. “But your dad saved her.”

Despite the warm evening breeze, you feel your skin go cold.

Yoongi continues. “He knew something was going on and he happened to be there the night she was being taken. He killed the men and took her away to a safe place, out of the country.”

And just like that, it all made sense. “So that’s why they killed him.”

Taking your hand again, Yoongi nodded silently. “It was a means to an end for them,” he murmured. “Han-jae and Jihoon had changed. They weren’t who your dad befriended and their morals and ambitions were far from the same.”

Yoongi’s words were said to comfort you, but they only fueled your anger… your dad’s closest friends, the men who he regarded as brothers, were the ones who killed him.

That conversation felt like a lifetime ago, and as you see Yoongi sitting in front of you now, you understand why he chose not to tell you, but you can’t help but feel a tiny bit betrayed.

“Still could’ve told me,” you mumble, looking away from him.

“Would it have made a difference to anything?” he asks, leaning forward with a playful smile.

Realising he’s right, you frown indignantly. “Might’ve stopped this,” you say, knowing it’s a weak point.

Yoongi’s expression darkens. Shaking his head slowly, he meets your gaze. “Nothing could’ve stopped this.”

Seojun is the first person that comes to your mind, and you feel your stomach coil.

Reaching to hold your leg over the covers, Yoongi says your name. “You need to tell me everything you know.”

Nodding, you push the mental image of Seojun out of your mind. “I don’t actually know much,” you start, “Seojun had been coming into the cafe around once a week and would talk to me, just small talk. He must’ve known who I was but I didn’t realise until the last time. He seemed worried about something and kept asking me about grandma, and when she called, he’d left and there was a note on the table.” Looking towards the night stand where your belongings are, you see the note you pocketed then, and the drive is there too. You take them both, handing the note to Yoongi. “This is what it said.”

Yoongi takes a few seconds to read the simple words, She’s the only family you have left. You should stay with her. Frowning, Yoongi lowers it to the bed. “He must’ve known, but I don’t know how.” Looking up, he asks, “you never told him anything about your grandma?”

“No,” you shake your head. “He just knew.” Thinking of this, you suddenly remember all those conversations you had with Seojun… he had a girlfriend. “Yoongi?” You meet his gaze with worried eyes. “He had a girlfriend.”

Yoongi’s expression softens, lips pursing. “Yeona. She knows. She lives here with us, she moved in with Seojun a year ago.”

Nodding your head slowly, you look away. You don’t bother asking how she’s doing, that would be a pointless question – you could tell how much Seojun loved her and from the stories he told you, you’re certain she loved him just as much, she must be heartbroken. The thought of it reminds you of the night your dad passed away… you’d never seen your mom in so much pain.

As your emotions begin to swirl heavily again, you look up at Yoongi. “Did he not say anything at all about what he’d been doing?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “We knew he was up to something, but Jimin told us to let him be.” Again, Yoongi’s expression looks pained.

“Why?”

“A few weeks back, Jimin had one of their clubs raided by the police on the same night they were receiving a weapons shipment and there’s since been a good few detectives on their case. Taemin’s uncle got some time in prison for it and even though he’s out, they still wanted to send a message to Jimin, a way to get back at him… so they killed Seojun’s mom.”

The words wound the knot in your stomach even tighter. “So Seojun wanted to get back at them?”

Nodding, Yoongi shakes his head. “Jimin warned him not to, he promised they’d work it out together and end things for once, but Seojun was angry. Once we figured out he was up to something, Jimin told us to leave him and once Seojun had a plan, we’d join in on it.” Releasing a shaky breath, Yoongi looks down. “We never got to find out what it was, and each week we’d see him less and less. Everyone here knows how to look after themselves, but now I wish we’d taken more care.”

Seojun was a friend to everyone here, Yoongi included, you realise. You know you ought to comfort him but you don’t think you know how. “I’m sorry, Yoongi,” you murmur.

He gives a small smile. “Finish telling me what happened.”

Sitting back into the cushions again, you recall the events from that night. “I left work as normal, came home and when I went upstairs, something felt off. So I went back down, and then I saw him in my kitchen, he was bleeding, barely conscious on the floor and I ran over to him. I tried to help him but he kept apologising, and then he gave me this.” Looking down, you hand the drive to Yoongi.

Confused, Yoongi turns it over in his hand. “Did he say what’s on it?”

“No,” you shake your head. “And it’s probably protected too since the Lee’s wanted it as well. But he told me to take it and find Jimin.” At this, Yoongi looks up and meets your gaze. “He kept saying he’d keep me safe and that I should leave him and go.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t. He needed help, but it was too late. When I was about to get out, Minjun and some of his men came in. Seojun tried to help me but in the end…” you trail off, looking down. “In the end it was Minjun questioning me, asking me who I am. I lied, of course.” You finish telling Yoongi the rest of what happened, up until when Jimin and his men came in.

When you’re done, Yoongi is cursing under his breath. “Minjun was a fucking psychopath.”

“Yeah, he seems like it,.” You remember the way he laughed when Jimin was punching him.

“He has a brother, Kwan, he’s just as crazy, if not worse.”

The thought of it leaves you shuddering. Minjun was ruthless and you can’t imagine how much worse his brother is. You hope you never have to meet him, although luck hasn’t really been on your side recently.

“Hey,” Yoongi says quietly, moving from his seat to the bed. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

He smiles softly. “Your wrist should be better in a few days, but your leg might take two or three weeks to heal well. I got you some crutches in case you wanna use them.”

“Thanks, I probably won’t use them though.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.”

Smiling at him, you push the sheets back to look at your bound leg. “It’s not deep is it?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You got lucky. Only an inch or so. Ah, also,” he looks up at you apologetically, “you’ll need to stay here for a while until your house gets fixed.”

“Oh.” You remember how the windows were smashed in as Minjun attacked, and you’re sure there’s more damage to the property that you’re not even aware of.

“Jimin is making all the arrangements,” Yoongi continues, “but he’s trying to keep things quiet so I don’t know exactly when things will be sorted.”

“He doesn’t have to, I can do it myself.”

“He wants to,” Yoongi responds. “He blames himself for what’s happened, so just let him please.” His words appear to carry more meaning, and you can’t imagine how he must feel after seeing Seojun dead. You still remember the look on his face when he saw the body.

“Why?”

“He blames himself for a lot of things,” Yoongi murmurs with a soft sigh. “This hasn’t helped.”

Even though it’s been years since you were close with Jimin, you still find yourself feeling a familiar twinge in your chest – ever since you’ve known him, Jimin has had to suffer so much hurt, you couldn’t even count on your hand the amount of times you saw him looking so defeated and terrified in front of his father. He seemed to prefer the company of Lee Han-jae over his own father, although you don’t know how much better Han-jae was as a father since his son, Taemin, was in America most of the time to study. All you know is how he treated Jiyoung.

Now, curiosity (or care) gets the better of you, and you ask, “What happened between them? Han-jae and Jihoon?”

Yoongi looks up, grimacing. “It started with money. Han-jae got greedy and wanted the Benitoite to be only his, but Jihoon insisted it belong to them both since the nightclub was half his effort, though he never really cared for the extra money, he just needed the front. Han-jae reluctantly agreed but it was clear he wasn’t happy.

“And then Jihoon found out that Han-jae planned on going behind his back and he got angry. Han-jae was drunk one night and started threatening Jihoon, which only made him more angry. But before he could do anything, Taemin stepped in and shot him.”

“Taemin?!” you ask, surprised..

Yoongi nods. “He knew of his dad's plan for the Benitoite and he wasn’t fond of Jihoon, so he did what he had to to protect his dad. But Jimin was there.” His expression darkens. “He watched his best friend shoot his dad, who was bleeding out in front of him. I’m so grateful we were with him that day…” He trails off, exhaling as he looks down.

He doesn’t need to say anymore for you to know what he means – Taemin was going to have Jimin killed too.

Your head lowers too. You don’t allow your thoughts to wonder what would’ve happened if Jimin had been alone, you’re just glad he got out. Though you can’t imagine what he must’ve felt given his relationship with Jihoon.

“Did he get to have a funeral for his dad?”

“Yeah,’ Yoongi answers. “Han-jae had just lost another one of his friends and the blood was on his hands, so he sent the body back to Jimin and tried to make amends, but Jimin wasn’t having it. He was already against everything they were doing and now that his dad had gone and he’d lost Taemin as a friend, he had no reason to keep ties with them.”

Leaning back into the cushions, you mull over everything he’s just said. For years, you stayed away from these families who were such a big part of your life growing up, and now you learn that they’ve fallen apart as well.

After a moment, Yoongi speaks again. “I was surprised when they brought you in.” You look up at him as he continues. “I thought he might’ve recognised you, but he said nothing.”

“Do you think he does?” you ask, remembering the look on his face when he first saw you. “But he’s just not saying it?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Might be. If he does remember you though, he’ll say something.”

“Are you going to tell them?” you ask, looking at him.

“Only if you want me to.”

After a few quiet seconds, you shake your head. “At least not yet.”

Yoongi nods and it goes quiet again. You close your eyes, leaning against the headboard as you think back on everything that’s happened, and then it comes to you.

“Dani and Siho,” you say, opening your eyes again as a heavy weight settles on your chest. “Did you get them out?”

Solemnly, Yoongi nods. “I sent them back to their families and have offered to make all the necessary arrangements for anything else they need.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “Let me know what they say, I’ll sort it out for them..”

Yoongi nods again, pursing his lips as this time he reaches forward to take your hand and comfort you. “They knew the risks, Y/N, better than anyone else.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But it’s different, they were there because of me.”

“Yeah, but they made that choice, they wanted to fight for you,” Yoongi says, shifting on the bed. When you look at him, he winces slightly. “Sorry if this isn’t helping, you know I’m shit at comforting people.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Hey, you’re not any better though,” he says defensively, “you didn’t even hug me properly when my mom passed away.”

“What?” you chuckle. “I tried to, but I know you don’t like hugs.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Not normally, but then I would've liked it.”

“Oh…” Now you feel bad. “Really?”

He nods, only looking up at you when you fail to respond. Seeing your face, he smiles. “It’s okay though, I got lots of hugs from the guys here.”

Scoffing, you absentmindedly pull the covers over your legs again, feeling cold from the aircon. “Yeah, you’re telling me Park Jimin was giving out hugs?” It comes out sarcastically and without much thought.

“Yes, actually,” Yoongi answers simply.

Pausing, you realise what you said and his response. You don’t know why you feel surprised when the Jimin you knew was nothing but caring and considerate towards others, oftentimes more than he was towards himself.

As though he can read your mind, Yoongi smiles. “Surprised?”

“Kind of.”

“You knew him though,” he says, as though that makes it so obvious.

“Knew,” you repeat. “I didn’t expect him to still be the same.”

Yoongi hums in agreement. “I wouldn’t say he’s changed, but I wouldn't exactly say he’s the same either…” looking up, he smiles again. “I guess you’ll get to see for yourself now.”

“I guess so,” you say, reaching for an apple from the bowl beside you. Seeing Jimin again has been weird, but you can’t ignore the part of you that is ready to welcome a part of your old life back, someone familiar, someone you liked very much. Like Yoongi said though, you’ll get to see for yourself if he’s anything like you remember him. Although you were both younger then, you don’t think he would’ve changed much from what Yoongi has told you so far.

“D’you want something a bit more filling than that?” Yoongi asks, nodding to the apple you’ve just bitten into. “Dinner is just about to be served so you can come down to eat or I can bring it up for you?”

“Oh, yeah, actually,” you answer, hearing your stomach growl after receiving a tiny morsel of food. “I am quite hungry, so I think I'll come down.”

“Sure,” Yoongi chuckles, “you must be hungry, you’ve been sleeping for almost three days.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Three days?!” When he nods, you immediately reach for your phone. “I need to call Moni, she’s probably wo–”

“I already have,” Yoongi says, interrupting you quietly.

Fingers freezing over her name, you look up at Yoongi. “What?”

“I already called her.”

A frown settles on your face. “What did you say?”

Yoongi has always been aware of your wish to keep everything hidden from your grandma, so he hesitates now, knowing this would be your response when he told you he called her. “Everything, but Y/N, she needed to know.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs. “Sorry.”

For a moment, it goes quiet and you lower your phone to the covers. Yoongi is right, she did need to know about this, and it’s not like she’s a stranger to this kind of stuff. Besides, what happened wasn’t related to any of the stuff you’ve been doing for Yoongi, which is what you always wanted to keep from her, and what’s happening now does seem to involve you, and therefore her.

“Sorry,” you say. “You’re right, I just didn’t…” you sigh, trailing off as you think about how worried she must be. Your grandma is a strong woman and you’re everything to her, just as she has been yours.

“I know,” Yoongi says, understanding what you mean without you saying it; he knows your grandma well enough too.

“What did she say?”

“First, she just wanted to know if you were safe,” Yoongi answers. “After that, she didn’t say much except that she’ll come as soon as she can.”

You nod. Knowing she’s coming brings a smile to your face, you’ve missed her a lot. Before you can respond, your stomach growls again.

“Come on,” Yoongi says smiling, getting up and pushing the covers back, “let’s get you some food.”

“You still remember it?” Yoongi asks, a tone of surprise in his voice.

Taking another step, you shrug. “I wasn’t that little when I was last here, I must’ve been, what, eleven? Twelve?”

“Hm, Yoongi hums. “Still impressive.” He keeps a hand hovering around you should you need him, but you’re doing just fine, walking slowly down the hall you recognise as being the third floor.

The Park Estate isn’t much different from what you remember. The estate sprawled across acres, is a masterfully designed blend of elegance and practicality. The entrance opens to a grand foyer, splitting into two distinct wings. The East Wing houses the biggest office which used to belong to Jihoon, and now you assume it would be Jimin’s. It’s flanked by a suite of offices, all of which are bathed in polished woods and leather tones, belonging to his closest men. The West Wing, larger and more personal, feels more like a home. It rises three floors (taking the space above the East Wing) to accommodate the family’s quarter’s on the top most floor, a lounge and other rooms on the second, and downstairs is a dining room, a sleek kitchen caters to formal gatherings and another lounge.

Yoongi points out his room as you pass it, as well as naming some of the other guys whose names you try to pay attention to as you ignore the mild pain that spreads through your leg.

As you approach the stairwell, you notice another dimly lit corridor leading off the main hallway. You can’t see anything down the corridor as you pass, only a wall with light coming from the left and you assume it continues on.

“Jimin’s room is down there,” he says, answering your unspoken question.

“Ah,” you nod, carrying on. It makes sense for his room to be separate from the rest.

The second floor has a few extra guest bedrooms which are rarely used, and a private lounge which is different to what you remember, with a huge balcony that overlooks the gardens and the furniture has changed from mostly dark colours to a much warmer colour palette.

Downstairs, the split between the East Wing, and the West Wing is much more noticeable. The entrance to the West Wing from the grand foyer is always guarded and behind is a much more private hallway with more guards at the end for extra security, and the only way to go upstairs is from the two staircases within the West Wing. The staircase you’re approaching now takes you downstairs where the kitchen is.

As you approach the stairwell, you freeze, your eyes landing on a painting hung up on the wall at the far end of the hall. Yoongi says your name as you begin to walk towards it, but you don’t respond as an old memory suddenly returns to your mind, from the night your father was murdered.

“Lightning… is it a storm?” you asked, standing next to your dad in front of the easel.

“Yes,” he said, ruffling your hair with his elbow as his hands were smudged with paint.

“What does it mean?”

“Sometimes it can mean power,” he answered, turning back to the canvas in front of him. “But sometimes it can also mean punishment.”

You looked up, frowning.

He smiled. “Sometimes, too much power isn’t a good thing. If you’re not a good person, then it can be dangerous.”

“Oh…” You looked back at the canvas, admiring the deep shades of blue and black and grey he’d used to paint the night sky. In the centre, a spear of light struck the violent waves of the sea below. “Who is it for?” you asked.

Your dad’s smile disappeared as he looked back at the canvas. “An old friend.”

The painting is just as vivid as you remember, and seeing it now brings tears to your eyes as you feel a bout of nostalgia.

“My dad painted this,” you say quietly as Yoongi joins you in front of the huge canvas.

He doesn’t say anything, but instead looks up at the painting, admiring it in its entirety as though he’s never seen it before. “It’s beautiful.”

Nodding, you blink a few times to get rid of the stinging sensation in your eyes.. You realise now that Park Jihoon was the old friend your dad mentioned; realising he called him an ‘old friend’, you know your father must’ve known in those months leading up to his death that he couldn’t trust Han-jae and Jihoon.

Just then, Yoongi’s phone vibrates in his pocket. Reading a text, he quickly excuses himself. “Come down if you can, or I’ll ask someone to come up,” he calls out as he’s already walking off towards the stairwell.

“Okay,” you answer absentmindedly, still looking at the painting.

It’s not often you allow yourself to dwell on the past, but it’s also not often that you find yourself face to face with things that remind you so much of the past. There’s a reason your grandma decided to leave Seoul all those years ago and it’s a decision you agreed with. Even when you moved back to Seoul, you knew you couldn’t return to your old home, not when all you had there was fond memories of a life that was so unfamiliar to you now. But now, standing in front of your father’s own hand painted work, a flood of memories return and you find it harder to fight the lump that settles stubbornly in your throat.

You don’t realise you’re standing there for long until you hear someone approaching behind you. Turning around, you recognise the man approaching you as one of the ones who were with Jimin that night at your home. He smiles as he comes to a stop beside you.

“Admiring the art?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you hum, still watching his face – you didn’t realise then but now you see just how handsome he is, you feel like you can’t stop staring.

He chuckles, glancing at the painting. “You know I was talking about the painting, not me?”

Shaking out of your daze, you smile. “Yes, sorry. I just recognised you from the other night.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry we had to meet in such a way,” he nods, still smiling. “I’m Seokjin, but call me Jin.” He extends his hand which you shake.

“Y/N, and it’s okay, not your fault.”

“How’s the wrist?” he asks, pointing to your wrist.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you answer, lifting your arm for him to see. You can still move your fingers fine, just the occasional stretch or twist of your wrist hurts.

“Good. And the leg?”

“It’s mostly fine,” you nod.

He smiles again. “That’s good. Your wrist will heal fast, the leg might take a few weeks but it’s looking good so far. I didn’t expect you to be up so soon though,” he adds, raising a brow as though impressed.

You shrug.

“I take it this isn’t your first time getting hurt like this?” Seokjin says casually.

“What makes you think that?”

“You didn’t flinch that night, when we all aimed our guns at you. And the way you handled your own gun…” he shakes his head, smiling. “It definitely wasn’t your first time, and no normal person would point their gun at a mafioso at that.”

Chuckling, you turn back towards the painting again. “I guess I like getting shot at.”

“Just like everyone else here,” he laughs. “Well, you must be hungry, Yoongi asked me to walk down with you.”

“Sure,” you nod, turning away from the painting. You can return to it later. “So what about you?” you ask Seokjin as you approach the stairwell.

He watches carefully as you descend the first few steps. “What about me?”

“This definitely isn’t your first time stitching someone up,” you remark.

“Ah,” he nods. “Definitely not.”

You have to pause, reaching out for the banister to continue on. “So you’re a doctor?”

He snorts, stepping along beside you. “No, but I should be. I’ve done this kind of stuff enough times.”

Smiling, you know his statement is true enough. Injuries like yours must be a regular occurrence in the Park household. Stepping onto the landing, you take a breather and sit on the bottom step for a moment before you continue on. At the same time, you hear hurried footsteps running towards you and Seokjin.

“Jin hyung!” A bubbly voice sounds from down the corridor. You look towards the source and see two men who you recognise from that night – the man bun guy and the slender brown haired one behind him. They can’t see you sitting on the bottom step but as they get closer, Jin nods in your direction, turning their attention to you.

They both smile warmly when they see you, bowing their heads.

“Oh, miss L/N,” the first one comes forward, extending a hand. “I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.” He has an adorable bunny smile and you can’t help but return it with one of your own.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook,” you reply, shaking his hand. “And you can call me Y/N.”

“Y/N, got it,” he nods, taking a step back so his other friend can greet you properly.

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Hoseok, Hobi for short,” he grins, shaking your hand.

“Hey.” You return his handshake, feeling slightly taken aback by how relaxed these guys are compared to their stoic looks from when you first saw them. Jungkook looks like a bunny rabbit in human form, and Hoseok beams like a ray of sunshine.

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asks, motioning towards your leg.

“Um, it’s okay,” you smile. “I can still walk at least.”

He smiles with you, helping you as you start to get up. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”

You hum in response, allowing Seokjin to continue walking beside you as Jungkook walks ahead, leading you to the extensive lounge.

Distractedly, you look around the familiar room. The coffee table you’re sitting at is still the same as it was when you used to have extra helpings of dessert with Jimin, secretly given to you by the housemaid who had a soft spot for Jimin. Being here reminds you so much of your father too, and knowing how much of a huge part of his life this family was makes you miss him dearly.

Before any of the guys notice you’re not tuned into the conversation, you return your attention to what they’re saying. It hasn’t escaped you that none of them have said anything about your identity, and you reckon it must be because Jimin hasn’t recognised you – if he did, surely he would’ve told these guys since they were there too. You’re not sure if they know anything at all about you – perhaps you should’ve asked Yoongi about that before you came down.

Whether they know anything or not though, they keep the conversation away from anything that would involve you from sharing too much, and you realise now, how their warm smiles and easy conversation is a stark contrast to the tense memory you have of first meeting them the other day. However, there’s some missing.

“Are there more of you?”

Jin, in the middle of swallowing a big sip of water, nods and hums.

Hoseok answers for him. “There’s Yoongi, who you saw already, and Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.”

“They were there the other day,” Jungkook says, his tone dimming slightly.

“Namjoon and Taehyung will be joining us,” Jin adds, ignoring the last comment and keeping up his chipper attitude. “We always eat together whenever we can and they’re about somewhere.”

It doesn’t escape you that he didn’t mention Jimin’s name though.

“Taehyung is probably in the wine cellar,” Hoseok says.

“Ah, yes, Taehyung loves to pick out the wine for dinner.”

Jungkook snorts. “He thinks he’s a sommelier.”

You smile. “Well, does he make a good choice?”

“I can never tell,” Jungkook shrugs.

Hoseok jerks a thumb in his direction. “He’s not matured enough.”

“Hey!” Jungkook starts, but is interrupted by Jin, glancing toward the doorway.

“Ah, speak of the devil!”

You look up and see two more men entering. One has dark curls and sharp features, his posture relaxed but his gaze calculating as it sweeps over the room. The other one has dark grey hair and broad shoulders, wearing glasses that give him a sophisticated air. You recognise both of them from the other day.

“Yoongi said you’d come down,” the man with dark curls remarks as he approaches. His tone is calm, and a slight smile plays on his lips. “I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Hi, Taehyung,” you reply, shaking his hand. His grip is firm but not overbearing. He’s undeniably striking, and there’s something about his presence that feels both inviting and enigmatic.

The broad man steps closer, adjusting his glasses as he nods at you. “I’m Namjoon. I handle most of the boring work around here.” His smile is disarming, and his voice carries a hint of dry humour. “Finances, logistics, making sure this place doesn’t fall apart.”

“Nice to meet you, Namjoon,” you say, shaking his hand. His words make you curious about just how much he handles behind the scenes.

Namjoon takes a seat in the armchair across from you and sinks into it comfortably. “How are you? I imagine this isn’t how you thought your day would go.”

You smile wryly, keeping your responses guarded. “Not exactly, no.”

Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook and returns his attention to you immediately. “Yeah, you put up quite the fight. Most people would’ve frozen in your position.”

“Not the first time I’ve had to defend myself,” you reply simply, not offering much else.

There’s a beat of silence as they all exchange glances, clearly intrigued but not pressing further. You appreciate the lack of prying.

“So,” Hoseok pipes up with an ever-cheerful tone. “Yoongi mentioned you might like spicy food. We had the chef prepare something special just in case.”

“Spicy works for me,” you say, grateful for the change in subject.

Jungkook claps his hands together. “Great! That makes two of us. The food here is amazing – you’ll love it.”

As the conversation shifts to lighter topics, you glance around the room again. The faces around the table are new, but the setting is steeped in nostalgia. Flashes of your childhood in this house flit through your mind – running down these halls, playing games late into the night, and the quiet presence of your father when he was here.

You force yourself to focus, tuning back into the conversation just as Seokjin asks, “So, Y/N, what’s your impression of the estate so far?”

“It’s... different,” you reply honestly, but keep your tone light. “Bigger than I remember.”

Seokjin tilts his head. “You’ve been here before?”

You curse yourself for slipping up but recover quickly. “Not this one exactly. Just a similar setup.”

Namjoon raises a brow but doesn’t say anything else, and you’re thankful for the reprieve.

The door from the far end of the room opens, and an older woman with an apron tied around her waist steps in, carrying a pitcher of water. Her hair is neatly pinned back, and her face is composed but kind. You immediately recognize her – Ara, one of the housemaids from your childhood.

Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and something flickers in her expression. She knows who you are. You’re certain of it. But to your surprise, she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she places the pitcher on the coffee table and begins pouring water into the glasses.

“Thanks, Ara,” Jungkook says warmly, and she nods with a small smile.

When she reaches you, she hesitates ever so slightly before pouring the water, her gaze lingering on you. You hold her gaze for a beat, searching her face for any sign that she might say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she finishes and steps back, her expression carefully neutral.

“If you need anything, let me know,” Ara says softly, glancing at the rest of the table before leaving the room.

Namjoon watches her leave, then turns back to you with a faint smile. “She’s been here for a long time. Reliable, like everyone else here.”

You nod, trying to mask the unease and nostalgia that her presence has stirred up.

On the opposite side of the room, Yoongi comes in from the corridor you came through. With a smile at you, he then nods at everyone. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat before Jungkook inhales the entire table.”

Jungkook laughs, not bothering to deny the accusation. Everyone rises from their seats, and Yoongi gestures for you to follow them to the adjoining dining room.

"Taeheyung, did you choose a bottle for dinner then?" Hoseok asks.

"Of course. It’s spicy food so I brought up a Riesling."

"Nice one," Yoongi murmurs in approval.

"I want a beer," Jungkook says, with no regards to Taehyung's expression.

"More for us then."

As you walk, Namjoon falls into step beside you. “You’ll find this place can be both a refuge and a maze,” he says softly. “It’s easy to get lost, but it has its charms.”

You glance at him, wondering if there’s a deeper meaning to his words. “I’ll try not to get lost, then.”

He smiles faintly. “If you do, just call out. Someone will find you.”

Returning the smile, you find that any uneasiness you'd been feeling, begins to dissipate. It’s clear these men, while different in personality, share a bond that goes beyond mere loyalty to Jimin. You can see why they’ve been by his side for so long – they feel like a family in their own right.

Once everyone is seated at the table, conversation flows more freely and the atmosphere is surprisingly warm. Jin sits at one end of the table, serving himself a generous helping of the roasted chicken and rice dish.

“Jin-hyung, don’t hog all the drumsticks,” Jungkook whines as he watches Jin’s plate pile up.

“Then grab faster,” Jin quips with a smirk, not slowing his pace.

Taehyung leans back with an amused grin, observing the chaos. “I’m telling you, Jungkook, he does this every time. You should know better by now.”

“Should I?” Jungkook huffs dramatically. “Maybe next time I’ll just take the whole plate first.”

“Do it, and I’ll poison your portion,” Jin deadpans, but with a twinkle in his eye.

Hoseok chuckles as he passes you the salad bowl. “Don’t worry, Y/N. They act like this every meal. You get used to it.”

You smile faintly, watching them banter. It’s strange to see these men, who just days ago were all sharp glares and deadly precision, behaving like siblings teasing each other.

“Y/N,” Taehyung’s deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “Do you always eat so quietly? Or are you just plotting something?”

You blink at him, caught off guard. His face is serious, but his lips twitch with suppressed amusement.

“Maybe I’m just afraid to get between Jin and his drumsticks,” you reply lightly.

Laughter ripples around the table, and Taehyung raises his glass in salute. “Smart answer.”

Jungkook grins at you between bites of food. “Yeah, but next time, you should at least try to grab a piece before Jin wipes out the whole plate.”

“I heard that,” Jin retorts, mock-offended. “I’m ensuring quality control.”

“You’re ensuring there’s nothing left for the rest of us,” Hoseok counters, sipping his water.

As the banter continues, you allow yourself to relax a little. It’s a stark contrast to what you expected when you first woke up in the Park estate.

“By the way, hyung,” Namjoon says, turning to Jin. “Have you checked the medical inventory reports? They were due yesterday.”

“Oh, are we doing shop talk at the table now?” Jin sighs dramatically. “Can’t a guy just eat in peace?”

“It’s your own fault for procrastinating,” Namjoon replies smoothly, adjusting his glasses.

“Don’t drag me into your world of schedules,” Jin retorts. “I’m a free spirit.”

“You’re just lazy,” Jungkook interjects, earning a flick of a bread roll from Jin.

“Enough guys,” Hoseok says, raising his hands in mock exasperation.

Namjoon’s phone buzzes on the table, followed immediately by Hoseok’s. They both glance at their screens, and their smiles fade slightly. Exchanging a look, they nod in unison before standing up.

“Sorry, something’s come up,” Namjoon says, sliding his phone into his pocket. “We’ll catch up later.”

“Don’t eat all the dessert without us,” Hoseok adds with a wink as they head out.

“Like we’d wait for you,” Jin calls after them before turning his attention back to the table.

“Do they always leave like that?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Pretty much,” Taehyung replies, leaning back in his chair. “They’ve got the busiest jobs out of all of us. It’s a miracle they even sit down for meals sometimes.”

“Or they just like to be mysterious,” Jin adds, rolling his eyes. “Half the time, it’s probably nothing.”

You smile, but you feel the weight behind it all. These men might act carefree, but there’s no denying the underlying layers to their lives.

After a while, another two housemaids quietly enter to clear some of the empty dishes.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks, drawing your attention back to the table. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”

You nod, brushing it off. “Just tired, I guess.”

“Understandable,” Jin says, rising from his seat. “You should rest. Recovering from an injury takes time.”

The others murmur in agreement as they begin to disperse, leaving you with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. The warmth of their camaraderie is undeniable, but beneath it all, you can’t shake the feeling of what’s happened, and what is undoubtedly yet to come.

Only Yoongi remains at the table. He sits across from you and smiles. “It’s bringing back memories, huh?” He asks, seeing right through you.

“Yep.” You look around. “Loads. I don’t know how this might sound, but it feels like I missed it.” You look across at Yoongi, expecting to see a puzzled expression but he just smiles.

“I think it’s normal. You were young when you came here and I don’t think you have many bad memories associated with the place. Only good ones, right?”

He’s right. Back then, coming here usually meant evenings filled with laughter, hiding in closets with Jimin, and Jiyoung’s occasional teasing if she was here. Your dad was still alive, and this house, in a strange way, felt like an extension of home. Now, it’s like walking through a memory you can’t decide if you’re grateful for or aching to forget.

You smile softly at Yoongi and nod, letting the silence stretch as you stand. He doesn’t press you further, only watching as you cross the room to the wide, cushioned window seat at the far end. The large pane of glass offered a view of the front of the house. Settling into the seat, you lean against the frame, your gaze drifting outward.

Outside, the estate is alive with movement. Men are stationed around the house, their presence a constant reminder of the life you’re now steeped in. From the East Wing, you spot four men climbing into a sleek black Escalade. Then your attention shifts to the house’s front steps, where Namjoon and Hoseok emerge, walking with purpose.

Behind them, another figure appears and you recognise him instantly.

Jimin, dressed sharply from head to toe, walks across the front drive. He pauses briefly in front of his Porsche, glancing back toward Hoseok, who says something you couldn’t hear. A moment later, Hoseok and Jin climb into the car, and Jimin gets into the driver’s seat. The engine roars softly to life, and within moments, his Porsche is gliding down the private lane, the Escalade following closely behind.

Your gaze lingers on the lane until the cars disappear into the distance. Though you can’t see the estate’s gate from here, you can picture it clearly in your mind – a familiar marker from years ago.

“Where are they going?” you ask without turning, your voice quiet but curious.

“Something’s wrong with one of the shipments we received from the Takahashis. They’ve been a bit of a pain these past few months. Jimin reckons they’re now involved with the Lees and are trying to keep us distracted.”

You hum in response, saying nothing more, but your eyes stay fixed on the far-off trees that bordered the estate. Centred in front of the west wing, a fountain catches your attention, its centrepiece intricate and elegant. It reminds you of the one in Jimin’s mother’s garden and absently, you wonder if that fountain was still there.

As you shift, a sharp pang shoots through your leg, where the knife wound throbs dully. Your wrist isn’t much better, but the pain in your leg is what makes you wince audibly.

Yoongi notices immediately, his gaze darting toward you. “I think you’re due for your meds again.”

You exhale softly, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You wanna stay here or go back up?”

You push yourself to stand, biting back a groan as the strain makes your voice tight. “Mm, I know I slept for days, but I’m actually still exhausted.”

Yoongi chuckles, rising to help steady you. “That’s to be expected. Don’t worry.” He gestures toward the far end of the room. “We’ll go up, but this time we’re taking the lift.”

You can’t help but smile faintly at his consideration. “Appreciate that,” you murmur as he slides a steadying arm under yours.

The dim light of the ensuite glows behind you as you step into the bedroom, a towel draped over your head. You had just woken up after another long nap, your internal clock utterly thrown off by the days of rest. It's late now, just past midnight and the night is quiet, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric and the soft padding of your feet on the carpet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you absentmindedly rub the towel through your damp hair.

Your gaze drifts to the shelves by the dresser table, now stocked with an array of skin and hair care products. A small smile tugs at your lips as you stand to examine them, fingers lightly trailing over the meticulously arranged items. Appreciatively, you sit and carry out a full skin and hair care routine – after three days without it, you definitely need it. You wonder if it was Ara who must have put them here. You're certain she recognised you at dinner and when you think about it now, you think it would be nice to speak with someone familiar.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of your phone on the bed. Turning, you see the screen light up with an incoming FaceTime call. The name on the screen sends a swell of emotion through you.

“Moni?” you answer, settling back on the bed as your grandmother’s face appeared.

The sight of her brings a pang of guilt and relief all at once. Her tired eyes search your face and you can tell she must have been worrying nonstop. “Y/N,” she says softly, her voice warm. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her quickly, though your heart aches knowing she must have been so anxious. “Really.”

She gives you a sharp look, the kind only she can manage, and her tone turns brisk. “Good. Stay safe there, you hear me? We're figuring out what's going on and Yoongi will tell you more when he can."

You nod, knowing better than to argue. Her expression softened just a little as she continued. “Tell me about Jimin.”

“He hasn’t said anything.”

“About recognizing you?” she asks, her brow lifting slightly.

You nod. “Nothing.”

She sighs, a mixture of fondness and exasperation crossing her features. “I don’t imagine he would. But I have no doubt he does. You haven’t changed much. He, however... he’s different.”

Her words hang in the air, and you find yourself looking up, your thoughts turning to Jimin.

“Life hasn’t been kind to him,” she continues, her voice tinged with melancholy. “When I last saw him, I didn’t see the same little boy I knew.”

A bittersweet smile crosses your lips. “Life hasn’t been kind to any of us.”

Your grandmother purses her lips, acknowledging the truth of your words. “Do you remember his father?”

“Of course I do,” you say without hesitation. “It’s hard to forget a man as cold as him.”

“And Mr. Lee?” she asks, her tone cautious.

You nod, already anticipating where this was headed. “I know, Moni,” you say quietly, cutting her off.

She looks up at you, her expression briefly surprised, but it fades just as quickly. "Of course, I should have expected you would piece it together."

“I know it was them,” you say, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “They did it. They killed Dad.”

She lets out a slow breath, her gaze steady on yours. “They were his best friends,” she says softly. “And then, all of a sudden…” She trails off.

You nod. You can only imagine that the sting of betrayal is still fresh even after all these years. Your grandmother's gaze remains on you, sharp and searching. “You’re there now, though… so, do you trust Jimin?”

You pause, memories of the night at your house flashing through your mind -- seeing Jimin in your kitchen with your gun aimed at him and he didn't retaliate in the slightest.

“I didn’t, at first,” you admit. “But I think I do. Besides, I trust Yoongi, and Yoongi trusts him."

She exhales slowly, relief evident on her face and a small smilw touches her lips. “You’re safe there, Y/N.”

You tilt your head slightly, meeting her gaze. “You trust Jimin?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I trust him with you, and you’re my everything.”

The words wrap around your heart, and you wish you could reach through the screen to hug her. Instead, you nod and smile.

“You need to rest,” she instructs, her tone turning firm again. “I’ll call you later. Baek-hyun and I might come to see you. I think he wanted to see Yoongi too.”

Your lips quirk up at the thought. “That would be nice.”

"Good," she nods, and you eventually exchange goodbyes.

As the screen goes dark, you set the phone down, feeling a renewed sense of comfort. The thought of her visiting makes you smile softly as you sit in the quiet of the room.

Still restless though, you wander to the window, gazing out at the sprawling grounds bathed in the moonlight. You spot three men stationed at the back of the house, conversing together as they keep watch. The gardens stretch endlessly, just as you remembered. You can’t see the part of the grounds where Jimin’s mother’s garden would have been as it's hidden beyond the trees, but it would be nice to visit it tomorrow when the light returned.

As you shift, you feel your leg still aches, but it's different this time, more like the dull stiffness of inactivity than pain. Restless energy courses through you, and you decide a walk would do you good. The house is big enough and you need to keep your legs moving.

Stepping out of your room, you close the door quietly behind yourself and hear the faint hum of distant voices and sounds that tells you that not everyone is asleep yet.

As you move through the corridors, memories of Jimin filtered into your mind -- moments you hadn’t thought of in years now rising to the surface with startling clarity and they give you a strange sense of familiarity.

Eventually, your wandering brings you to your dad's painting again. You stop in front of it, the vivid strokes of lightning and sea send a wave of nostalgia over you, gratitude mingling with sadness. You remember you have a few of your father's paintings hanging up at home too and you make a mental note to ensure they're safely retrieved.

“Can’t you sleep, little bear?”

The voice, familiar and gentle, pulls you from your reverie. You turn to see Jimin standing a few feet away.

Dressed casually now, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves rolled up, he looks markedly different from the composed figure you saw earlier.

There’s a softness to him now, something that reminds you of the boy you once knew. His smile, small and tentative, feels as though it might disappear if the silence breaks too loudly.

You smile back, and the corners of his lips lift a little more.

Realising what he just said, his words stop you short – it’s the name of the book you gave to him the first time you met him, so many years ago.

Jimin steps closer, the lamp’s dim light casting soft shadows on his features.

As he nears, the subtle scent of his cologne reaches you – a delicate blend of cedarwood and something faintly sweet, familiar yet grounding. It lingers in the air between you, quietly drawing your attention to his presence.

Despite the weariness evident in his eyes, there’s a steadiness about him, a calmness that feels both reassuring and disarming.

“Y/N,” he says, your name leaving his lips quietly, as though testing how it feels after all these years. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognise you?”

“I wasn’t counting on it,” you admit, your voice soft. “I’m surprised you remember the book.”

Jimin’s smile grows, faint but genuine. “How could I not? I never got to thank you for it properly.”

“Thank me?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

He nods, shifting as if the memory is a tender one. “It was a comfort to me for a long time. I wasn’t allowed picture books of my own, so… thank you.”

You remember then how he once told you about his father’s strict rules. A cold man, his father likely saw no value in picture books – if they didn’t teach something useful, they weren’t worth having.

“You’re welcome,” you say softly.

Jimin’s gaze lingers on your face, and you feel a warmth creeping into your cheeks. Turning back to the painting, you focus on the familiar strokes of your father’s work.

“He was talented,” Jimin says quietly, standing beside you.

You smile faintly. “He was.”

After a moment, he adds, “I can have it moved to your room, if you like.”

You shake your head. “No, no. It’s okay. This is where it belongs.”

Jimin laughs softly, the sound low and soothing. “It’s actually covering up a stain we couldn’t remove. You might remember it since it was you who put it there.”

“Me?” you ask, eyebrows rising in surprise as you look at him.

He nods, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yep. One of the nights our fathers were away, and you had to stay over. Jiyoung was babysitting us, and we were painting. When it was time for bed, you didn’t want to sleep, so you ran away from her – with all the paints.”

As he speaks, the memory surfaces, vivid and sheepishly embarrassing. “Oh gosh, I remember. I tripped, and the paint went everywhere.”

Jimin smiles wider now, clearly suppressing a laugh. “We tried to paint over it a few times, but the colours were too bright. Eventually, my dad decided to put this up.”

You shake your head, laughing softly, though you still feel a twinge of embarrassment. “I can’t believe that’s still here.”

Jimin’s smile lingers, and the space between you feels quieter, weighted by an unspoken familiarity. His eyes flicker back to the painting, then to you. “It’s been a long time since then,” he says, his voice gentle, almost reflective.

You glance at him, catching the subtle shift in his tone, something deeper beneath the surface. “Yes,” you reply, turning your gaze back to the painting. “Though being here again… it almost feels like no time at all.”

Jimin studies you for a moment, his expression softening. “I imagine it feels different,” he says, “without your father?”

“Exactly,” you answer, the memory stirring a pang of longing. “It felt safe wherever he was.”

“And now?” His question is soft, careful, as though he’s weighing each word before speaking.

You hesitate before answering, meeting his gaze. “I want to say yes,” you admit honestly, “but experience tells me not to feel safe anywhere.”

Jimin nods, his expression contemplative, and something about his calm presence makes your honesty feel less vulnerable. “You’ve learned not to trust anyone,” he says, his voice carrying a quiet understanding.

You look at him, searching his face, but his steady gaze gives nothing away except an openness that feels disarming.

“You’re right to think that,” he continues, his tone neither judgmental nor apologetic, as if he understands the walls you’ve built all too well.

The words sit between you for a moment before you ask, carefully, “Can I trust you?”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, silence fills the space between you.

“Yes,” he says, his voice quiet but certain. “But you’ll make that decision on your own.”

You nod slowly, his answer settling something inside you. There’s no urgency in his response, just a quiet assurance that feels like a small but solid anchor. It’s not a promise – it’s an invitation.

“Until then,” he continues, his voice softening, “please, make yourself at home. You’re safe here.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything else, but you catch the way he watches you, something unspoken but soft in his expression. You feel it yourself too – after so many years there is so much to say, to ask, but for now you take the peaceful quiet for what it is.

His presence feels closer now and you find yourself smiling faintly, glancing back at the painting.

It occurs to you now, how strange it is, that this time, there is something familiar that Jimin’s presence stirs in you – a reminder of what it feels like to trust, even if only a little.

note. thank you all so much for reading! please don’t be a silent reader :’) this fic takes me forever to write and I’d love for you to share your thoughts w me -- i really wanna know what you guys think! and rb toooo <3333

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jongbross · 1 year ago

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• masterlist

☆ (personal fave) | ♤ (fluff) | ♡ (mature) | ♧ (angst)

exo ot9 🪐

▪︎ exo hard hours ♡ (link to everything that has been tagged as ehh) ▪︎ exo headcanons ☆ (link to every exo headcanon i may have shared on this blog) ▪︎ exo reacting to you fangirling over 4th gen group ♤ ▪︎ exo love language ♤ ▪︎ exo + couple matching items ♤ ▪︎ exo making you cry ♧ ▪︎ exo kinktober 2023 ♡ ▪︎ mafia!exo reuniting with you ♤♧ ▪︎ exo reacting to a negative pregnancy test ♧ ▪︎ exo reacting to reader being turned on in public ♡ ▪︎ exo reacting to shy reader meeting their parents ♤ ▪︎ exo reacting to reader being close to their mom/sisters ♤ ▪︎ how exo members would like to receive love ♤ ▪︎ what exo would like to hear from their partners ♤ ▪︎ exo as boyfriends ♤

kim minseok 🐱

▪︎ do not touch ♤♡ (dancer!kim minseok x reader) - 100 celebration

kim junmyeon 🐰

▪︎ notifications ☆♤ (kim junmyeon x reader) ▪︎ mirage of flower ♧ (kim junmyeon x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ lotto ♡ (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader) ▪︎ our leader is now a dad ♤ (kim junmyeon headcanons) ▪︎ new beginnings ♤♧ (kim junmyeon x reader)

zhang yixing 🐏

▪︎ break my heart ♧ (zhang yixing x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ oh, you're so funny... ♤ (zhang yixing x reader)

byun baekhyun 🍓

▪︎ sweet lies ♧ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ all i got ♤ (bodyguard!byun baekhyun x pregnant!reader) ▪︎ red flag ♤ (byun baekhyun x f!reader) ▪︎ beautiful, beautiful dream ♧♤ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ say you love me ♡♧ (byun baekhyun x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ my first kiss was a little like this... ♤ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ get you alone ☆♡ (sub!byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ so i devout myself ♧ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ the ballad ☆♤ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ you make me glow ♤♧ (byun baekhyun x reader) ▪︎ [21:03pm] ♧ (byun baekhyun x reader)

kim jongdae 🦖

▪︎ breaking up with chen ♧ (kim jongdae x reader) ▪︎ i don't even mind ☆♤ (kim jongdae x reader) - 100 celebration

park chanyeol 🍒

▪︎ reckless behaviour ☆♡ (park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ mad? ☆♡ (park chanyeol x f!reader) ▪︎ chanyeol + breeding kink ♡ (park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ lilith ♤♧ (demon!park chanyeol x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ hey, she's mine! ☆♤ (park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ good enough ♧♤ (park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ a damn good feeling ♡ (sub!park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ the ruler ♤ (park chanyeol x reader) ▪︎ just one more minute ♤ (park chanyeol x reader)

do kyungsoo 🐧

▪︎ fine. ♤ (do kyungsoo x reader) ▪︎ first anniversary ♤ (do kyungsoo x reader) ▪︎ the ring ☆♧ (do kyungsoo x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ family dinner ♤ (kim jongin x f!reader x do kyungsoo) ▪︎ bickering, fighting, loving ♤ (do kyungsoo x reader) ▪︎ the store is closed ♤ (do kyungsoo x reader) ▪︎ [untitled] ♡ (do kyungsoo x reader) ▪︎ birthday boy ♤ (do kyungsoo x reader)

kim jongin 🐻

▪︎ dating kim jongin would include... ☆♤ (kim jongin x reader) ▪︎ don't even think about other things ♡ (kim jongin x f!reader) ▪︎ hold me close ☆♤ (kim jongin x f!reader) ▪︎ bite me ♤ (kim jongin x vampire!reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ family dinner ♤ (kim jongin x f!reader x do kyungsoo) ▪︎ an open letter to jongin... (my personal feelings towards kim jongin) ▪︎ i got you, boo ♤ (kim jongin x reader) ▪︎ really? ♤ (kim jongin x reader) ▪︎ picture perfect ♤ (kim jongin x f!reader) ▪︎ do you love me? ♤ (kim jongin x reader) ▪︎ baby fever ♤ (kim jongin x reader) ▪︎ that was an order ♡ (kim jongin x reader)

oh sehun 🐥

▪︎ you got me so crazy ♡♧ (oh sehun x f!reader) ▪︎ btbt ♡ (oh sehun x reader) - 100 celebration ▪︎ comeback ♤ (oh sehun x idol!reader) ▪︎ the one with the first big fight ♤ (oh sehun x reader) ▪︎ lustful eyes ♡ (oh sehun x reader) ▪︎ falling asleep on sehun's chest ☆♤ (oh sehun x reader)

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hydroyaksha · 2 years ago

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Soleil’s fic recs

EXO:

Yixing- king! “The Lotus king and his jade” @sweetjekyll

Kyungsoo- hogwarts! “Spellbound” @whimsical-ness

Sehun- X-EXO! “GREED” @/quokkacore

Sehun -(X-EXO) “LIBERALITY” @quokkacore

Baekhyun - idols! “The rumors were true” @eomayas

Kyungsoo - yandere! “I love you, I love you, I love you.” (Made by me!)

STRAYKIDS - [separate link]

Chan/ Felix - polyamory! Hogwarts! “Detention” @dreamescapeswriting

Felix - demon slayer! “If you tell me about myself” @skazoo

Felix - enemies to lovers! “Strawberry kisses” @softsan

Felix - dick joke centered! CEO! “Penis heart” @staysuki

Felix - Agent! Scientist! “A normal Thursday” @abiaswreck

Hyunjin - mafia! “Ice” @healinghyunjin

Hyunjin - mafia! “Not a stranger” @straywrds

OT8 - ABO! “No control” @cherryeol04

Hyunjin - Hanahaki! (With a good ending) “forget me not” @hhjs

Bangchan - Indian performer! Idol! “Butterfly wings” @straykidshoe

Lee know - siren! “Call of the siren” @tasteleeknow

Lee know - hogwarts! “Green flames” @streetlight11

Jeongin - android! “Alive” @rainy-bangbeom

Felix - royalty! Best friends! “Fairy flowers” @hyunsvngs

Felix - bodyguard! “Your bodyguard, Felix” @skzdarlings

Jisung - ghostface! “It’s a scream baby!” @tyunphoria

Felix - dating show! “TOO HOT TO HANDLE” @seospicybin

Felix - prince! “Forgive me for what I haven’t done” @rachalixie

NCT:

OT23 - yandere! Cult! “Connect” @mymoodwriting

WAYV:

OT7 - yandere! “Awaken” @/mymoodwriting

TEN - vampire!Hunter! “Blood wars” @things-we-cant-say

LUCAS - hybrid! “Please don’t bite me” @/quokkacore

NCT127:

NCT127 - yandere! Aliens! “Who is sticker?” @/mymoodwriting

Taeyong/ Yuta - Angels! Devils! Yandere! “Watching over you” @whiteteadreams

Jaehyun - Dog hybrid! “Competitive spirit” @flowerboykun

OT9 - vampires! Witches! “Black magic” @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

Jaehyun - hogwarts! “Head over brooms” @sehunniepotwrites

NCT DREAM:

Mark - supernatural! “grit your f*ckin’ teeth” @irtza

Haechan - yandere! “Inseparable” @mint-yoongi

Jaemin - athlete! “on the rebound” @lunena

Jaemin - “Crazy in love” @mayaflowerxs

Renjun - classmates! “Blondes are done with fun” @rrxnjun

00’ line + Mark - arcana! “Arcane” @neonacity

Haechan - hockey player! “Ice ice baby” @cozyjae

Haechan - uni! “Learning languages” @tonicandjins

NCT TOKYO:

Sungchan - superhero! “Through the webs” @yutafrita

ENHYPHEN:

ENHYPHEN - scenario! “How they’re protective over you” @foresdxw

NI-KI - scenario! Idols! “Cookies - shattered glass” @ilovehimyourhonor

JAY - bad boy! Good girl! Dancer! “Opposites attract” @dazed-hee

NI-KI spiderman! “Spider-Man loves you” @misoxhappy

TXT:

Beomgyu- hybrid! “Until it hurts a little less” @horanghoe

Beomgyu - fae! “Dasies” @thru-the-grapevine

Soobin - AI! “Artificial love” @bb-eilish

Beomgyu- Spider-Man! “Not your average boyfriend” @slytherinshua

Yeonjun- fox hybrid! “Silly fox baby” @seowhorebin

BTS:

Taehyung - Android! “A human touch” @snackhobi

SHINee:

KEY - A/B/O! “Out of love” @mymoodwriting

THE BOYZ

OT11 - android! “The boyz become human” @tbznewberry

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roarsthunder · 11 months ago

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hello all~ i'm kaio and i'm another roleplayer on the hunt for partners for some 1x1s or similar threads on discord! some stuff about me: i'm 21+, in the est timezone, go by she/they pronouns and my triggers are disordered eating and self harm! i'm fine with any ship dynamic, be it f/m, f/f, m/m etc. love is love and chemistry is chemistry! one thing i'm not comfortable with though are huge age gaps, so i likely won't go beyond a 5 year difference for romantic pairings (depending on the muse ages). some general plots or verse types i really enjoy are: light mysticism or studio ghibli inspired plots (howl's moving castle and kiki's delivery service are massive favorites), werewolf pack/vampire coven plots, apocalyptic or fallout inspired plots, mafia power couple plots and road trips or traveling/vacation plots! below the cut are some of my favorite fcs to play as well as some more detailed plots i'd love to do! and if you think i'd be a good rp partner for you, just interact with this post, message me or add me on discord at kaiocherry!

favorite fcs: minnie, jihyo, eunha, bibi, ningning, jennie, tsuki, yeji, sohee, aisha, chaewon, lily, irene, sehun, hyunjin, wooyoung, shotaro, heeseung, song kang, taehyung, eric, zhang hao, woozi and yeonjun (there are honestly more, so if you're curious about a particular face, just ask)

plot one: muse a, a resourceful petty thief, has just been released after a four year prison sentence for the murder of their partner, which they did not commit. just before they were killed, muse a's partner revealed to them the location of a safety deposit box, containing evidence of corruption carried out by a wealthy businessman whose goons then committed the real murder before framing muse a. muse b unknowingly works for the corrupt businessman and is engaged to his heir with a wedding rapidly approaching. now, they are tasked with ensuring that muse a leaves town now that they're out of prison. muse a begs muse b to help clear their name of murder accusations and get to the safety deposit box, something muse b reluctantly agrees to even though they are in the midst of a wedding rush among other errands set upon them by their underhanded boss. muse a and muse b begin falling for each other, complicating things even further, while neither of them yet realize their ties to the same man. (inspired by the 1987 film 'who's that girl'. i can explain this better if need be! i tried to condense it as much as possible.)

plot two: muse a and muse b have been together for four long years, and just as they thought things were progressing to the next level, a huge fight ends their relationship. the only problem is that they're both on pretty tight budgets, so neither of them can afford to move out of the apartment they share together right now. an awkward bridge forms between them as the forced time together makes them start reminiscing about the good times and whether they really want to throw it all away.

#krp #discord 1x1s #1x1 roleplay #1x1 discord #smut 1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #oc krp #oc roleplay

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marvelous-llama · 1 year ago

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EXO recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

Happy New Year by @cxsmicmyeon

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 5k) strangers to lovers, college AU - fluff, smut You're forced to go to your best friend's giant new year's eve party, only to hit it off with someone who equally doesn't want to be there.

Unrequired by @mybiasisexo

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 9.7k) best friends to lovers, college AU - angst, fluff Being in love with your best friend is never easy, especially when you’re positive he doesn’t feel the same

Give Him a Show by @breakyeol

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 4k) friends to lovers, college AU - angst, suggestive

chasing stars by @kyungseokie

Sehun x fem!reader [ft. Kim Jongin] (wc - 17k) soulmate AU - angst, fluff, romance, implied smut in a world of soulmates, everyone has different tokens for how they meet their person. you declare yourself an anomaly once you turn twenty-eight—with no odd hyperfixations, no unsolicited exclamations inked on your skin, and no changes in the palette of the world you see with your eyes; your best friend, Jongin, eventually steps into the same boat as you with regards to his lack of a known soulmate, so the two of you decide upon making good on your marriage-after-thirty pact—because loneliness is a bitch, because everyone else you know (who is easy on the eyes and on the heart) is already off the market, because what if you two not having a soulmate is it, you know?—and while the feeling of being the odd one out deserves all the expletives, maybe your destiny is meant to be called something even worse because the last thing you’re expecting is to meet your other half on your bachelorette trip to France.

And... Cut! by @itstheoneshot

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 2.4k) actor AU - smut Being an actress has its perks, especially when you are cast as a lead role in a drama with an insanely hot co-star.

People You May Know by @j-pping

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 8k) lovers to strangers, idol AU - angst, hurt/comfort, fluff You disappeared three years ago without telling a soul -- leaving Sehun alone and devastated in the wake of your decisions. For three years you keep your secrets: that an eagerly anticipated future came far too early and forced you to rearrange your life. But when you finally rebuild the shards your shattered soul and try to step back into a semblance of who you once were, your paths cross once again. And Sehun demands the truth.

Forbidden by @itstheoneshot

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 2.6k) friends to lovers, taboo relationship - angst(ish), fluff, smut, crack It’s the night of your mother’s wedding, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because you haven’t seen her in at least a year. You’re relieved though, on arrival as you see someone you know, but that relief doesn’t last for long.

Love Shot by @gamerwoo

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 10.1k) soulmate AU, enemies to lovers, mafia/cop AU - angst, fluff(ish) The idea of soulmates was never something you worried about because you had bigger problems to concern yourself with. But when you find yourself in a life or death situation, forcing yourself to bond with the nearest person is the only way you can truly save yourself. Now, the idea of soulmates has become your biggest problem because you don’t know if you can unbond from the sarcastic, snarky man who’s just as secretive as your past that you want nothing to do with.

don´t delete the kisses by @kyungseokie

Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 5.6) best friends to lovers, fwb to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, romance what starts as a wayward attempt at getting petty revenge on your exes becomes something much more complicated between you and your best friend, and as it turns out, it has been happening for a while.

series

Gucci Lane by @bvidzsoo

Sehun x f.reader high school!AU - angst, fluff, suggestive High school is supposed to be easy, right? Not when you are classmates with EXO. They are the typical bad boys, whipping girls off their feet with their looks. You hate bad boys ever since your step brother tricked you, you hate them with all your heart. One day Oh Sehun suddenly enters your life. You must babysit his younger sister, because he is an irresponsible bad boy. I guess there’s a thin line between love and hate...

My housemate's man by @shaalk

Sehun x fem!reader, Jongin x fem!reader cheating - angst, smut, fluff Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we're just using each other's bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Ride or Die by @mint-yooxgi

Sehun x fem!reader friends to lovers - action, angst, fluff, mature

defying contract by @myeoning-call

Sehun x fem!reader contract marriage, chaebol!Sehun - angst, smut The very hard life of a chaebol in Korea. Oh Sehun hated the control his family had over him and how he had to have a certain profile for the public eye. The slightest mistake could mean stock crashing for his family business. He had to be a good boy. But what happens when he falls in love with someone he’s not supposed to? Was it an older married woman? A man? No one knew, but he sure was going to use your presence to his favour to create the perfect aura his family was seeking.

#exo #exo x reader #exo recs #sehun #exo sehun #oh sehun #sehun x reader

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ff-rtp · 2 months ago

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Ballet in blood

Part 6

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

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

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

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

Count: 7.3k

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N/a.” The voice was low, familiar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

When they arrived at his place, Chanyeol didn’t let go of her hand, guiding her inside with a quiet but firm protectiveness. Once they were safe inside, he finally spoke, his voice soft but edged with a simmering anger.

“I told you, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said, his hand still on her arm, his thumb tracing small circles in an unconscious effort to soothe both her and himself. “No one.”

N/a nodded, still shaken but grateful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“It’s not your fault,” he interrupted, his voice softening as he looked into her eyes. “But I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore. Not after tonight.”

The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. This wasn’t just about protection anymore, there was something deeper, something that neither of them could deny. And in that moment, with Chanyeol’s hand still on her, the safety of his presence surrounding her, N/a knew that things between them had shifted again.

She wasn’t just some girl in his world anymore. She was someone he couldn’t bear to lose.

After the tense night they’d had, N/a stood under the hot stream of the shower, letting the water wash away the exhaustion, the fear, and the tension that had built up inside her. Her muscles ached from the day’s intense rehearsals, and her mind was still reeling from the events in the alley. She could hardly believe that Chanyeol had shown up when he did, like some dark protector.

Once she dried off and slipped into one of the oversized shirts Chanyeol had given her, she made her way to the bed, ready for sleep. As she climbed in, Chanyeol was sitting on the edge, watching her, his sharp eyes tracing the faint bruises on her arms and legs. He reached out, gently brushing his fingertips across a purple mark on her thigh.

“Did he touch you?” His voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge. His question wasn’t just curiosity, it was fury held in check, concern layered beneath his protective instincts.

N/a blinked, shaking her head quickly, realizing what he was asking. “No, no. These—” she glanced down at her legs and arms, “—these are from rehearsals. The routine has been brutal, and I’ve been pushing myself hard.”

Relief washed over his features, and something else, pride. He admired her determination, her strength. She wasn’t fragile, not in the way others might be. She was tough, driven, and that only made his desire to protect her stronger.

He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion finally pulling her under. She curled up into the pillows, her breathing evening out as she drifted off into sleep. Chanyeol stayed for a moment, watching her in the dim light. He couldn’t help but feel a strange pull, she was different. She didn’t belong to his world, not to the darkness that clung to him, but here she was, with him. And he wasn’t going to let her go.

Once she was asleep, Chanyeol stood, planning to get some work done. That’s when he noticed it, her phone, lying on the edge of the nightstand. He had picked it up earlier when they’d rushed out of the alley. He hadn’t had time to look at it, but now, in the quiet of the room, he couldn’t help but glance at it. The screen was cracked, the phone old and battered from use.

With a simple touch, the screen lit up, revealing a text message from Sunny: “Omg, the costume is so expensive. How are you going to manage it?”

His jaw tightened as he read the words. He didn’t even need to think about it, he knew exactly what he had to do. N/a didn’t need to worry about anything, least of all money. She had enough on her plate without struggling to cover expenses for something as vital as her ballet career.

The next morning, N/a stirred, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains waking her slowly. As she sat up, her eyes landed on her nightstand, and there it was, a brand new phone sitting in place of her old one. Confusion furrowed her brow as she picked it up, inspecting it before glancing at Chanyeol, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a casual but unreadable expression.

She padded over to him, the phone still in her hand. “Chanyeol, what’s this?” she asked softly, holding up the sleek new device. “I… I can’t accept this. You’re doing too much for me already.” Her voice wavered, guilt creeping into her words. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, or your money.”

Chanyeol’s expression softened, and without hesitation, he closed the distance between them. His large hands gently cupped her face, tilting it up toward his. “When I said I’d take care of you,” he murmured, his voice low, “I meant it in every way. That means you don’t have to worry about anything. Not your phone, not your costume, nothing.”

Before she could protest further, he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, but full of the unspoken promise he had made to her. He wasn’t going to let her struggle alone, not anymore. When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment, the intimacy between them palpable.

“I want you to focus on your dreams,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Let me handle the rest.”

N/a stared up at him, the intensity of his words leaving her speechless. She could see the determination in his eyes, the quiet resolve that told her this wasn’t something up for negotiation. A part of her wanted to argue, to insist she could handle it on her own. But another part of her,the part that had grown to trust him, to feel safe with him, wanted to accept the help he was offering. To let him take care of her, even if just for a little while.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft. “Thank you.”

Later that morning, Chanyeol drove her to the academy. The ride was quiet but comfortable, with occasional glances exchanged between them. He had a meeting scheduled with the director, but N/a didn’t ask too many questions. She knew he had his business to handle, and she had rehearsals to focus on.

When they arrived, Chanyeol walked her to the entrance, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. “I’ll see you later,” he murmured, his voice deep and reassuring.

She smiled up at him, feeling lighter than she had in days. “See you.”

As she headed to rehearsals, Chanyeol made his way to the director’s office. He knocked once before entering, not bothering to wait for permission. The director looked up, startled, but quickly masked his surprise with a practiced smile.

“Ah, Mr. Park, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

Chanyeol didn’t bother with pleasantries. He strode across the room and placed a thick stack of money on the director’s desk, his gaze hard, his tone brooking no argument. “This is for N/a’s costume,” he said flatly. “From now on, if she needs anything,anything, you come to me. Don’t ask her for money again.”

The director blinked, taken aback, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Mr. Park. I’ll make sure of it.”

Chanyeol didn’t wait for a response. He turned on his heel and left the office, his mind already returning to N/a and the promise he had made to her. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore, not money, not danger, not anything as long as he was there. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

As rehearsals progressed throughout the week, N/a found herself caught up in the rhythm of her demanding routine. Each day, she pushed herself harder, the exhaustion hanging over her like a heavy blanket. The bruises on her body had become familiar companions, a testament to her determination and resolve. She was proud of every mark, a reminder that she was fighting for her dreams.

But even amidst the pain and the long hours, there were moments of levity, especially when Chanyeol was around. After each rehearsal, she’d find herself texting him updates about how things were going. He would reply with encouragement, teasing messages that made her smile even when her muscles ached. The bond between them grew stronger, and she began to feel something deeper, a connection that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged but was palpable in every stolen glance and gentle touch.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling session, N/a sat on the edge of the stage, wiping sweat from her brow with a towel. Her fellow dancers were chatting and laughing, their energy infectious, but her mind wandered. She thought about her new phone and how Chanyeol had insisted on taking care of her. Despite her initial guilt, she found comfort in his actions. He was always there, checking in, making sure she had everything she needed.

As she stretched her tired legs, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Chanyeol: “How’s my ballerina doing?”

She smiled, her heart warming at his words. With a quick reply, she typed, “Sore but happy. Just finished a tough rehearsal.” She hesitated, then added, “I miss you.”

His response came almost immediately: “I miss you too. How about dinner later? I’ll pick you up.”

Her heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. Dinner with Chanyeol had become a highlight of her week. “Sounds perfect,” she replied, excitement bubbling within her.

Later that evening, N/a found herself anxiously preparing for his arrival. She changed into a simple yet elegant dress that hugged her curves, a look that was effortless but made her feel beautiful. She stared at her reflection, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling inside her.

When Chanyeol knocked on her door, her heart skipped a beat. She opened the door, and there he stood, tall, handsome, and radiating an undeniable aura of confidence. He wore a fitted shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique, and when his eyes landed on her, a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice warm.

“Thanks,” she replied, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and genuine, making her feel a flutter in her stomach. “Shall we?”

As they walked to his car, N/a felt the tension in the air shift, a current that wrapped around them. Chanyeol opened the passenger door for her, a small gesture that sent her heart racing. Once they were on their way, she found herself stealing glances at him, captivated by how effortlessly charming he was.

Over dinner, they fell into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. Chanyeol was surprisingly attentive, asking questions about her rehearsals, genuinely interested in her progress. N/a found herself opening up more than she usually did, her voice animated as she recounted the challenges she faced during practice and how she felt about leading the new routine.

They finished their meal, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. After dinner, they decided to take a walk in a nearby park, the air crisp and refreshing. As they strolled, Chanyeol took her hand, intertwining their fingers, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

“You deserve this, N/a,” he said earnestly. “You’ve put in so much effort, and it’s finally paying off.”

“Thank you for always being there for me,” she replied, her voice soft. “I don’t know how I would have managed without your support.”

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “I’ll always be here for you. You know that, right?”

She nodded, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. There was something reassuring in his touch, an unspoken promise that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

As they enjoyed their meal, the conversation shifted. Chanyeol seemed to grow more contemplative, his eyes focused on her with an intensity that made her heart race. “Can I ask you something?” he said, his tone serious.

“Of course,” N/a replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?” he asked, searching her gaze. “What do you want for your future?”

N/a considered his question, her heart racing as she thought about her dreams. “I want to perform. I want to be part of something beautiful, something that makes people feel,” she said passionately. “But more than that, I want to be happy, truly happy. I want to share my life with someone who understands me.”

Chanyeol’s expression shifted, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual cool demeanor. “What if I told you that I want to be that person for you?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

N/a’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding. “You? You want to be with me?”

“More than anything,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You bring light into my life in a way I didn’t know I needed. I want to be with you through all of it, the good, the bad, everything.”

Her heart swelled at his confession, warmth spreading through her. “I feel the same way, Chanyeol. You’ve changed my life.”

He took a deep breath, and for a moment, she could see the uncertainty flicker across his face. “N/a, I know my life is complicated, and I’m not perfect. But I want to build a future with you. I want to be there for you, to support you in your dreams. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

N/a felt her heart race as she processed his words. “Chanyeol…”

He interrupted her softly, a nervous yet determined look in his eyes. “I want to ask you something important.”

In that moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, placing it gently on the table between them. “N/a, will you marry me?”

Time seemed to freeze as she stared at the box, her heart racing in disbelief. She opened it slowly, revealing a delicate ring, glistening under the soft restaurant lights. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him, struggling to find her voice.

“Chanyeol… are you serious?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I know we’ve only just started this journey, but I want to take this step with you. You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine a future without you.”

N/a felt a rush of warmth wash over her, the weight of his words settling in her heart. All the moments they had shared, the laughter, the fear, the intimacy, it all came rushing back. She realized that this was what she had been longing for, a future built together.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking with emotion. “Yes, I will marry you!”

Chanyeol’s face broke into a radiant smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. They both laughed, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as he leaned across the table, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her heart swelling with happiness.

“Neither can I,” he replied, holding her tightly. “But it’s real, and I promise to protect you and love you for the rest of my life.”

They pulled back, gazing into each other’s eyes, the world around them fading as they reveled in the magic of their moment. In that restaurant, under the soft glow of the lights, they had found something profound, a bond that transcended their troubled pasts. It was the beginning of their forever, a new chapter filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

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

#chanyeol #chanyeol fanfic #exo baekhyun #exo cbx #exo chanyeol #exo k #exo scenarios #exo sehun #kpop #exo #exo x reader #exo l #mafia au

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3

#masterlist #kpop masterlist

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suuho · 1 year ago

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rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year ♡ (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!

tagged by my beloved @bethereforme; thank you so much, my angel and @baekslight, thank you, i am so honored!!

january:

✨ most popular: kyungsoo's birthday set 💙 my favorites: yoseob's birthday set, my fiction gfx, exo winter palace, after sunset era

february:

✨ most popular: san; the real 💙 my favorites: jang hanseo gifset, chansung's birthday set, junmyeon (to all the boys i've loved before), ateez shooting star gfx

march:

✨ most popular: chancheol gose mafia 💙 my favorites: besties in wonderland junmy, highlight invisible string, jung sungil in the glory, shinee 1 and 1 photoshoot, kyungsoo in hyung

april:

✨ most popular: vernon eye drop saga 💙 my favorites: exo 11th anniversary set, exo' clock bts, gikwang predator mv

may:

✨ most popular: shinee 15th anniversary set 💙 my favorites: fearless seventeen set, junmyeon tempo first win, highlight sorry live performance, myeonzart, wedding singer junmyeon

june:

✨ most popular: minho covering jonghyun's view lines 💙 my favorites: chansoo besties, seho don't go exo' clock, sesoo let me in mv, exo the war gfx, kibum hard mv

july:

✨ most popular: chanyeol cream soda mv bts 💙 my favorites: chansoo besties pt. 2, junmyeon fixing kyungsoo's hair, exist gfx, cream soda relay dance, junmyeon in the present

august:

✨ most popular: playful chensoo 💙 my favorites: junmyeon in behind your touch, chentube, radio romance ep. 11

september:

✨ most popular: opla zosan heart eyes or whatever 💙 my favorites: iconic zoro, sanji tongue piercing gifset, kyungsoo's expectation teaser, kyungsoo 10 min live, opla!iphone gifset

october:

✨ most popular: the worst of evil final scene 💙 my favorites: hanbin waterfall gfx, chansoo good enough mv, the worst of evil junmo/gicheol, the worst of evil smoking parallel, the worst of evil ep 6

november:

✨ most popular: jordan fisher as orpheus 💙 my favorites: 2pm junho fancam, exo obsession anniversary, hospital playlist season 2, sehun for sense china

december:

✨ most popular: jonghyun 🤍 💙 my favorites: junmyeon for vogue, exo's don't mess up my tempo, taylor swift's love story eras tour, kyungsoo cream soda performance, doojoon in radio romance

tagging: @tipannies @ye-xiu @dazzlingkai @herewegobebe @mostlyfate @zyx @tzurim @jftk @dokyunqsoo @jeonwonwoo @byunbaekhyunie ♡.*･｡ﾟ

#2023 wrap up #gifs #you don't have to do it ofc!!! <3333 #this is so long... i apologize

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aphrodite1288 · 1 year ago

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To that prove me right now, Anon.

Hey, it's not Ramen that gets cooked and served within 2mins span.

You have to build connections and trust, which will lead to info ain't no one gonna give you tea just like that. These admins have been here for years and years ain't who have built proper connections and have authentic info. So before asking to serve tea on this table, first show us what you bring to this TABLE. till then, be thankful and enjoy the stuff you are getting for free 👽

Yes. And also! These people who give you info arent online! You have to have lived with them or at least met them few times through concerts or fan-café events or during Fansigns etc... they should trust you're a real EXOL they should see you in real life supporting Exo unconditionally no matter what their sexual orientations or real personalities are!

And when they give you proof they show it to you on their phone ! They never share you photos that you can screenshot or download!! This is what you guys don't understand. And after getting their trust and building a relationship with them if you're not sitting with them face to face in a Fanmeet or a fan café event or a concert after building a friendship, when you ask them for news they video call you for some tea and show you photos or videos from their phone in a video call and tell you "If you take a screenshot or record the screen we will never talk to you again and you will pay" , most of them are scary and rude and very much stronger than you think! They can hack you and ruin you. And they did that a lot to Sasaengs such as Sehun's famous Sasaeng "Iridescent boy" and Suho's sasaeng "Rion " and Baekhyun's "Polar Light" ExoL ruined them and hacked their accounts and got them suspended on Twitter and insta and even hacked their bank accounts and their phones and threatened them to expose their photos and take their money and they even Beated "Polar Light"and "Rion" and threatened them that if they ever come to any Exo event or concert they would beat them again to bleeding. To the level that Both Rion and Polar light had massive plastic surgery to change their features completely and they hid their faces with masks and glasses and changed their style completely to be able to attend a concert or fansign without being recognized by the ExoL Mafia! But unfortunately they recognized Rion again and beated the shit out of her until she bled and they sent her back to Japan and told her to never come back again.

So who wants to deal with all of that? Why would I risk all this to give you a photo of Kadi that you will not even appreciate and you might spread to the internet and expose them and me and ruin the both of us? Why would I lose my sources'trust ? Why would I do this sacrifice for you? If you wanna believe then believe it if you don't , DON'T.

#kaisoo #kadi #kaisoo love #love #dika #kaisoo love story #jongin #kyungsoo #exo #kai #D.O #Kaisoo insider #kaisoo news #kaisoo insiders #Sasaengs

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ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 3

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 7k+ chapter summary: the rain pours relentlessly, but a different storm is just starting. Jiah meets Jongin at a birthday party, it's all harmless fun and magnetic sparks until it isn't, and he calls her the wrong name.

masterlist meet the characters

You wanna disappear in a crowd Just a stranger in a room Wanna change your colors just for the night With no word of it following you home

081222 - 5:43 pm

Things are quiet.

The story is still at the center of the news and online discussions. People have dissected every detail of Lee Chungjae's life to the point that he took down all his posts. In every sense of the word, he's the country's most hated man.

And candidate Lee's reassuring smile when reporters bring up the subject has started to crack.

But nothing else happens.

She's on edge. Let the storm hit already, for fuck's sake.

Yixing finds her restlessness hilarious and texts her a screenshot of the weather app this morning. 90% chance of rain for the next three days.

It looks like Kuraokami answered your prayers.

In the midst of it all, he's been refusing to blend to the background of her mind, exploiting the fact that she's weak when it comes to a good meal. Most days he shows up to her door with takeout, and just yesterday he came with ingredients and made her eat her words about carbonara being the most overrated approach to noodle based recipes.

He’d laugh at her if he could see her now, standing outside the chronicle's building, struggling to get her buzzing phone from the inside of her bag.

A part of her hopes it's the blocked number from before.

But there's a name on the screen, and it puts a frown on her face.

“What do you want.”

A chuckle spills through the line. “Resentment is a terrible thing, you know? It does the heart no good.”

“How would you know? You don't have one."

“I heard you paid someone a visit last night. I wanted to hear it from you.”

She scoffs up at the sky through her see-through umbrella.

"You want me to say I’m... what? Shaking in my boots? So you can rub one out to the sound of it?”

“Language, sunshine. Let’s keep things civil.”

“I tried to be civil, didn’t I? I even gave you a heads-up for old times’ sake, but then you decided to make things personal. So now I’m thinking that next time, I'll just let it blow in your face, make it surprise.”

“Ah, there we go again with that. Why do you insist on calling it personal?”

“Why don’t you suck my dick, Namjoon?”

She hates that she can hear his poisonous smile, over so confident and collected.

“You walked into that room yourself. How is it fair to blame me for the consequences of your actions?”

He enjoyed it, he’s enjoying it even now, she knows. He denied any involvement in her encounter with a certain pair of recently debuted syndicate members, but hist hands were all over that stunt.

A blow like that, the same night she showed up to let him know she had info on his candidate’s son, and he expects her to believe destiny is just funny like that.

No fucking way.

Things may or may not have escalated to shattered wine glass and a deep burgundy stain on Jin's favorite artwork hanging on the wall.

“Can you get to the point? Some of us can’t afford to spend the day scheming, I have things to do.” she says, impatience seeping into her tone.

It's starting to rain, so her hair will start looking crazy in about three minutes.

“I was hoping you were bluffing.”

She laughs in a way that makes an older woman give her a nasty look.

“My hopes weren’t for us.”

Ah.

There it is. As grim as it is, it’s like a weight taken off her chest.

Her surroundings come back into focus. The narrow street. The stream of people walking past her, trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible. A girl brushing her shoulder, recording herself speaking in a foreign language. A taxi driver fighting with a delivery guy. A German shepherd with a yellow raincoat and little rubber boots, its nose against the side of a phone booth.

“I see.”

“Just now?” he has the gall to sigh, disappointed. “I thought you knew when you went to Yoongi looking for a 22. I guess you're not that good at seeing things beforehand anymore, not even when you start them.”

If she had to describe it, she’d say it’s a lot like a game of hide and seek with the kids from her street. Terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“Come to the hotel,” he suddenly says, much to her surprise “Stay here until things settle down.”

And if she had to sum Kim Namjoon up, this would be it. No one but him could give an invitation and a threat at the same time with such ease. Come, or else.

“No. I think I'll stay outside, see what comes out of it.”

Another deep sigh.

“I see. Have it your way, then. You have your fun, make sure to enjoy it.”

She hits the red button and finds that the cute dog with the rubber boots nowhere to be seen, as if it vanished off the street with its human.

At least 13 different people stop her before reaching Kim Kibum's office. Even though her name wasn't credited, her co-workers know what it means when she disappears for weeks, and the kind of stories she chases. The vultures in her department rolling their eyes at the sight of her kind of give it away.

“I thought I told you to work from home until further notice,” he says as she locks the door behind her.

“What? I deliver the story of probably the year, and you don’t want to see my face anymore?”

"Don’t. I’ve had a long day” he huffs, pulling the blinds down. His office looks less cluttered than she remembers. Has it been that long since she clocked in? “You know there’s a reason why I asked you to lay low for a while.”

She drops her body on one of the chairs in front of his desk and grabs a heavy, fancy pen.

“Did you see? Lee Chungjae is living his best life in France pretending to care about free education. He’s out there taking pics with Rihanna.”

Her boss leans over, snatches the pen from her hands, and points it at her like a sword.

“And? What do you expect? That they lock him up as soon as the story comes out? We do our thing, the rest is up to the world. We’re a newspaper, not the league of justice.”

Earlier today she told Haneul something similar, just to calm him down. Now she knows how he felt.

“It’s been a week already.”

“No, it’s barely been a week” he corrects her, moving a storage box under his desk and stretching his waist like he just can’t wait for retirement. “You know how this is, Jiah.”

Yeah, she knows. Shitty. Working your ass off, dealing with red tape and censorship, putting everything on a plate only for the world to move on, people not give a shit, and those who are supposed to do something turn a blind eye and fill their pockets.

“Why is your stuff inside a box?" Even the fake Basquiat is missing, so she knows it's serious. "Are you quitting?”

“I’m moving to a new office,” he says, pausing before adding "Jongsuk quit today.”

The news hits her like an ice bucket.

“He turned in his resignation letter earlier."

"Fuck." she breathes. "Oh. Fuck."

"Talk about freedom of the press, huh?” he laughs bitterly, tapping his temple, shaking his head, his eyes turning red.

In terms of bad news, this is the kind that makes you very aware of the last meal you had.

The Chronicle’s had the same chief editor for nearly twelve years. It’s one of the country’s most respected newspapers, and Jung Jongsuk was a big part of the reason why. The idea of someone with enough power moving the right strings to get the man, the myth, the fucking legend fired just as means of revenge sets a chill down her spine.

It’s a petty but very clear act of revenge. A shame, considering he was damn good at his job and how much he cared about his staff.

She sucks on her teeth “What’s he gonna do?”

“No idea. He showed up earlier today and left as soon as he gave a speech. They want me to step in immediately. Can you believe it?”

She's out of words. Half wanting to congratulate him despite the sad circumstances of his promotion, half wondering what that means for her. He suddenly squints.

“You look terrible. Finals?”

“Done, I’m a free woman”

She's can't stop thinking about Chief Editor Jongsuk, how he was always like the cool stepdad that didn’t have to be too nice or too mean to get your respect, how he gave her a chance when she was just a freshman.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep or, I don’t know... drinking your face off with your friends?”

Her hand slips inside her backpack. “Well, if you'd answered my calls, I would be doing one of those.”

She puts a small, puny handgun on the desk, and slides it in his direction.

“Are you—” he locks the door before lowering his voice to a hiss “Have you lost your mind? How did you get through security?”

“You said we need to be careful and this is what being careful looks like, take it.” she says, sliding it closer to him. It barely brushes the side of his keyboard.

“Are you crazy? Do not— ” he opens a drawer and pushes it inside like it burns to the touch, slamming it shut and leaning his body away, pressing one hand to his forehead. “Jiah, this is illegal”

“I’m the best investigative journalist you have, flirting with the illegal here and there is one of the many reasons why.”

“This isn’t flirting with the illegal, for god's sake, this is raw dogging it, Jiah. This is an office. We’re a–”

“Im Haneul is about to get into witness protection, that’s why I’m giving you something to protect yourself with. Thank you, Jiah. You’re welcome, boss.”

He bites his lip, looking at the drawer with resentment before setting his eyes on her, dead serious.

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Did something happen?”

“It’s always better to be prepared. You know what they say about peace and quiet.”

“I don’t,” he deadpans “Is that some kind of gang lingo?”

She frowns. “Just what has Minho been telling you? I should pay him a little visit—”

“You’re not going anywhere near my staff.”

“Your staff? I’m your staff. He’s a sports reporter, you can walk into a bar anywhere in Itaewon and find a dozen replacements.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not denying it. “Did. Something. Happen.”

“I heard something. From a good source.”

“A good source.”

“Yeah, sometimes those are what we call confidential. So—” he fixes her with a look that makes her fear that his eyeballs will pop out of their sockets. “Fine, it was Kim Namjoon.”

He blinks at her. Throws his hands in the air and plops down on his seat.

“That's hilarious. If this doesn’t work for you, you can always pursue comedy. Now get the hell out of my office, I have to move my stuff to the other side of the floor.”

She stands up stretching her arms, giving him a once over and opening her mouth. He lifts a hand.

“I don't want to hear it. Go take a bath, get drunk, do drugs, get laid. You’re an undergrad student, not Chelsea Manning. Live a little.”

“Actually, I prefer Lisbeth Salander."

"Get out."

081222 - 06:55 pm

Something about the bleach fumes welcoming the moment she enters Lady’s Room is just– homely, and Wendy's threatening glare makes up for the stern mother figure she didn’t have growing up.

“Don’t even think about it, boots off.”

She toes off her muddy boots, struggling not to spill anything on the heavy takeout bags, making her way to the back.

“How come he gets to keep them on?”

Taemin looks insane with a black cape covering his body and his hair all foiled up, Seulgi's hovering over him with the cutest concentrated frown. He wiggles is feet at her.

“Clean shoes privilege. Plus, I'm way cuter than you.”

She snaps a picture of him for future use while he's distracted explaining how he read somewhere that hair takes bleach better when you're stress-free, and that the end of his last semester is just the perfect moment.

“And of course you believed that, because it makes total sense”

“No, it’s true,” Seulgi says. “It’s also better when you’re in a good mood. That’s why I don’t like to take people fresh out of a bad breakup, the chemicals get all messed up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t need to worry about that,” she says off-handedly.

Taemin doesn’t like her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wendy answers before she can, flipping through receipts on the reception area. “It means that you need a relationship to go through a breakup. That’s usually how it works”

“I'll have you know that I have secondhand PTSD from you guys. I’m like one ride home with an angry couple away from giving up on monogamy.”

“So, blue?”

“Silver.” He shows her a picture of a male idol with gray hair, wet styled. He's worried that if he goes too light it'll wash out his complexion.

She inspects his face in the floor to ceiling mirror “Nonsense, you’d look good in anything, buttercup.”

He smiles, always a slut for some validation. "You're coming to Sana’s party, right?”

She groans, plopping down on the chair next to him.

“Jiah, come on, it’s the last party of the semester. The last party before I graduate.”

She’s not swayed by his abuse of the last something before I graduate card. “I’m out of social battery, I'll kill the vibe.”

“We’ll pregame at my place and you’ll be good to go.”

“I can’t be bothered to go home and get changed.”

“Oh! You left the strappy shirt, you know? the one you didn’t know you were wearing backwards, and that leather skirt at my place, I threw them in the washing machine just for an occasion like this.”

“I’m seriously not feeling the vibe today.”

“Who cares, you attract people when you’re sulking.” he shrugs “Plus that’s the skirt you were wearing when you pulled that Romanian guy. We get free bottles every time you have your leg meat out.”

Seulgi slaps the side of his neck with her glove-covered hand. “Don’t pimp her out.”

“And this is why I suggested a ladies-only policy.”

“Interesting that you assume you fall in that category, but go on.” Taemin says, Jiah gasps in fabricated indignation. “And isn’t that reverse sexism?”

“It’s not like men are rushing to get in.”

Irene emerges from the office, walking past them with her all work and no fucking around face on, all her focus taken by her tablet.

“Oh, actually, we had a guy customer a few days ago and he was very happy with our services,” Seulgi says. Taemin and Jiah let out synchronized snorts.

Irene looks at them, going through the pile of papers Wendy handed her. “Grow up, you two."

Seulgi catches on, making a noise of disgust.

“So what did he want? A massage?”

Irene flips a page, scanning its contents. The warning is sharper this time. “Taemin.”

“He wanted a full-on transformation, so we went with silver,” Seulgi says, ignoring the quip, poking at his bleach covered hair with the pointy edge of her brush “It looked pretty good on him. It suited his personality.”

Taemin coos "Is that a crush I smell?"

Seulgi shrugs. "I'm just saying he fit the look, he was easy to talk to. Funny too. Asked a lot of questions about the salon, said a childhood friend of his co-owns one.”

"Huh, sounds boring to me." Taemin shrugs, not impressed. Seulgi and Jiah share a knowing look. He's platonically possessive to a fault, and being the only guy in their group only makes it worse.

Jiah smirks, spinning on the chair. "Sounds like your replacement to me."

He sticks his tongue at her “I was going to introduce you to someone tonight, traitor.”

Irene and Wendy sigh in relief, finally finding whatever it was they were looking for, high five-ing.

“I’m heartbroken.” She yawns. “I wasn’t planning on going anyway”

“You should go.“ Irene says, coming to stand behind her chair, playing with her hair. "You sure need it."

“What is it with people treating me like I’m some boring bitch lately?”

“Have you considered that you’ve been a boring bitch lately? We barely see you, you were supposed to help us look for a new place” Wendy complains, plopping on the other chair next to Taemin’s, spinning. "And you missed the anniversary party"

Nothing for her to do but take the shots. Seulgi steps in for her, an angel.

"Cut her some slack, she brought food. You know that’s sorry in her language."

"Alright, yeah.” Wendy agrees way too easily "And for the record, there's nothing wrong with being boring, Yeri can always use a boring figure in her life"

“I’m not going to a party to be on Yeri Sitting Duty.”

Taemin squints at her, walking to the washing station under Seulgi's orders, cape swooshing dramatically behind him. “But you’re coming, right?”

To be fair, she does feel bad about ghosting them for weeks.

“I swear to god, you better not ditch me for one of your Instagram famous friends."

He doesn't get a chance to reply, his calls for help fill the salon and Seulgi giggles like a sweet summer child discovering the joys of waterboarding. Irene's pleased to the point of pulling her phone out to record the scene, chortling.

081222 - 11:25 pm

One would assume that the only child of the owner of a massive Japanese architecture firm, who also happens to own several clubs in the city, can afford to throw a party with decent alcohol.

Her annoyance should be directed at Taemin for talking her into coming and proceeding to do exactly what she asked him not to.

He’s nowhere to be seen, and Party Yeri is at her peak, hands thrown in the air, dancing between a bunch of freshman girls with their phones out, the red light beams bouncing off her glittery top.

“Not a dancer, or just not in the mood?” a voice interrupts.

She felt his presence before he approached her table. Some people are just hard to ignore, and with his simple silky shirt with a few buttons undone, pushed-back hair, and a flirty strand hanging on his forehead, he has a crowd of curious women and men alike following him with hungry eyes everywhere he goes.

“The second one.”

He smiles just like someone who's used to seeing others react to his looks.

Her first impression of him was jealousy for having better lips than her. She was too busy listening to Mina talk about her internship in Spain to pay too much attention to Taemin introducing the guy. Sitting at levels of handsomeness that don't require a personality, the man bored her without uttering a word.

But he's not hard to look at.

“So, how come we haven’t met before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Taemin says your presence is an exclusive experience." she sips her drink, he thinks it's funny. "Jiah, right?”

“And you’re Jongin, one of the dancing friends.”

A guy approaches Yeri’s group, disgustingly scanning each girl like he’s trying to figure out who has the lowest standards.

“Not a big fan of us?”

She considers her answer, watching the girls shrug him off before he can get too comfortable.

“I've learned to coexist with you people. It comes with the Taemin package.”

His little laugh is surprisingly childish for his masculine looks. The way he keeps looking at her face like he can't spare any bit of attention to their surroundings makes her feel like a bug under a microscope lens.

“Here's my theory, I think he might’ve been keeping you to himself for a bit there. But I’ve heard so many things about you that I kind of feel like I know you already."

Jiah doesn't know what to say to that, but holds his warm gaze and indulges in the view for a bit. Caramel skin, glowy under the strobe lights, painted red like a forbidden object of desire, or a character of a Japanese movie, waiting for his lover at a love hotel.

Handsome indeed. Nice jaw, soft nose, slightly arched eyebrows.

“Good things, I hope.”

“Interesting things.” He says with a crooked grin. She cocks an eyebrow, but he beats her to it. “So, journalism. What’s that like?”

She gives him the generic answer she keeps for occasions like this; lots of reading, being on the phone, doing more with less. No one is ever satisfied. Neither the readers nor the editors nor yourself.

Ok. So maybe she assumed a lot of things. He's surprisingly great company, really easy to talk to. He owns a dance studio and teaches from time to time. Some of his students have made it to entertainment companies, and he tries not to seem cocky, but it's clear he's extremely proud of them. He’s very nonchalant about covering various styles, though he’s more interested in R&B these days.

“Your day-to-day sounds like a lot of sitting behind a desk,” he comments. Being someone that works with his body, the idea must haunt him.

“Oh, god, no– I always feel like I’ll throw myself from the window if I spend too much time at the office. I’m on the investigation team, so I’m almost always out on the streets, harassing bureaucrats and stuff.”

“That sounds... fun.”

“Riveting,” she promises. “It’s not bad, really. You go through the boring stuff and then when you get a good story, you remember why you do it, and… it’s a good feeling.”

“You know, usually when someone mentions journalism I think of people with thinning hair and marriage issues.”

“Are you calling me old?”

“No. I was trying to say that you just took down a stereotype for me.” he pauses, pouting and looking up like he’s considering something “But you do give off an old soul vibe, sitting on your own, sulking like you’re here against your own will, ready to decimate anyone who dares come near you.”

She blinks at him, he’s holding back a smile, she can tell. Waiting for her reaction.

“Wow, so you’re just gonna call me a hag like that?”

He looks mildly surprised, worried, and amused all at the same time. “That’s not–”

“And if I look that scary, how come you’re here at my table?”

“Because you’re very attractive. It balances out the scary.”

She hums into her glass.

“And I’m very charming, I knew you’d be harmless.”

“Right.” He’s not entirely wrong. She’s always suspicious of extremely charming people, and the alarms are going off in her head.

“This is me hitting on you, off the record.” he continues, undeterred. She snorts. "And I say that because, as I’m sure you know, Taemin is possessive.”

She lifts and shakes a finger like an aunt at church when the pastor hits a mark. “Like a kid who doesn’t share his toys.”

Which reminds her, where’s that silver-haired menace?

“We’ll just have to ease him into it.”

“Uh-huh. This is flattering and all, I guess, but I’m married so–”

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t get jealous” he shrugs, very serious about it. Which is unexpected, no one has ever reacted to the I'm married line like that. “I’m not gonna try to compete with your career.”

She's speechless, but in a good way, laughing at the audacity and shaking her head.

But then, just for a moment, he disappears.

There’s a quick, almost untraceable absence, even his smile falters.

Then he snaps back.

“Hey, you wanna get out for a bit? Get some fresh air? Looks like your friend’s gonna be busy for a while.”

Yeri was off her radar for a bit there, and now she’s got her arm threaded with the birthday girl herself. They’re moving away from the crowd, talking into each other's ears like they haven’t debriefed in months, probably headed to the bathroom.

Now that he mentions it, fresh air sounds nice.

“Promise I’m all out of lines,” he adds.

It’s humid out on the street, but less stuffy and noisy. She pulls out a brand new pack of cigarettes and they get fire from a girl hanging around with her friends next to a motorcycle. Her kohl-stained eyes scan Jongin greedily while he leans over, hands cupping the flame.

She suddenly turns to look at her, right when Jongin leans back and thanks her, and winks.

If Jongin notices, he’s unbothered, much more concerned with moving around her to stand on the side of the street, wordlessly making them switch spots. The gentleman move is soon eclipsed by a sudden coughing fit.

It's so bad she feels kind of horrible about finding it amusing. He really just fucked up his smooth streak after one drag.

She offers to grab him a drink, but he shakes his head, grabbing her arm before she walks away. He swallows hard one, two, or three times, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"You good?"

"No." he rasps. “These are the kind that my grandfather used to smoke.”

“You could’ve said no.” she counters, patting his back. They’re strong, she didn’t warn him because she showed him the package.

“I was a victim of peer pressure.” he jokes after clearing his throat. “I was doing well, wasn’t I?”

“It’s ok. Choking on smoke like a high schooler makes you human.” she offers him as consolation. The coughing fit messed up his hair. he looks younger now, less of a threat. Maybe it’s just the fresh air, the relief of getting out of the crowd, and the nicotine easing her up.

He asks if she smokes often, sounding like he doesn’t want to intrude, but a part of him will judge her if she says yes. Truthfully, she hasn’t in months, but it always hits a spot after a while, and people assume she’s too into it.

“Work's stressing you out?”

“That’s what work is supposed to do, isn’t it?”

He winces.

“Not to a level where you have to smoke like a war general.”

She grins at him sideways, the man who introduced her to this particular brand would have a few things to say about that sentence.

“I can deal with the stress, I only smoke when I get frustrated.”

“And does that happen often?”

“I don’t know? I guess. My boss says I’m too much of a control freak. He's a jerk, but sometimes it feels like he knows me better than I know myself.”

“Not great at teamwork, then?” he probes.

“No, I mean-- I’m not, but it’s not that.” she pauses. He’s waiting for her to elaborate. “I just wish I could do more sometimes, and not just document things from the sidelines. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does.” he assures. “I think I know what you mean.”

“I tried it, recently” she goes on, and she doesn’t know why she’s opening up to this guy. She’s not trying to turn him into her therapist, and she’s not even sure she wants to take him home at all. There’s too much going on in her mind at the moment, she wouldn’t be fully present anyway. It'd be a waste.

“And how did that go?”

“It was alright at the beginning. I've been helping someone– a friend who was gonna do something he'd regret. Actually, I'm not sure we're actually friends, but he's a great guy in a shitty situation.” she rambles, taking one last drag. “But then things went south in the worst way possible. It didn't even have anything to do with him, just personal baggage and terrible timing. I guess I had it coming.”

He nods, deep in thought, letting a comfortable silence fall between them, just watching people walk past, going in and out of the club. She presses the butt against the sole of her boots, and tosses it in the trash.

“If it’s any help, I’m sure your friend is grateful. You did well helping him.” he says, and she remembers Yixing saying something similar. “And whatever happened, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

She shrugs. “It is what it is, right? Onwards and upwards.”

He grins, pointing a finger at her. "That’s totally something my father would say.”

“So you ran out of lines and now you’re back to calling me old?”

“I only said that because I didn’t want to come off too strong, but if you insist.” He’s back on charming again, hands in the air like she’s just giving him no choice. The switch between kind to charming gives her whiplash.

A waste, really. A month ago she might’ve taken him home, let him make her coffee in the morning.

“I’m not insisting, I just asked you a question.”

He waves her off. “Bet you 5000 won I can kiss you without using my lips.”

It’s stupid. But he looks like the epitome of determination. Kohl girl behind him keeps looking at them over her shoulder, and without the meaningless rumble of the crowd to distract her, his voice turns out to be quite lovely.

So she tilts her chin at him, giving him the green light.

He takes two purposeful steps. She calls his bluff, refusing to back up against the wall. He gets close enough that he has to bend his head down to keep eye contact, and in a surprisingly smooth move, he places a short, harmless peck right on her lips.

Then he backs up with a single step and pulls out a bill from his pocket.

“A great investment if you ask me.” he says.

She laughs despite herself. Not in the coy, flirted up way, but a full, honest, belly laugh.

The silver-haired menace himself emerges from the shadows with a cowboy hat on his head, thumbs hooked on his jeans. He’s glaring, a scowl on his lipstick-stained lips, focusing on the way Jiah bends over, hand on her tummy and all.

“What are you doing with my best friend? I’m asking both of you, by the way.” he demands.

“Where did you get that?” she asks him, fully recovered, flicking the hat.

Taemin grabs the bill from Jongin’s hand before he can put it away. Jongin raises his eyebrows at him, anticipating complaints for his actions, daring him even.

“Not that I don’t respect the hustle, but I think you’re underselling yourself, sweetie." he says, turning to Jongin like a parental figure setting limits. "A peck from our Jiah is easily worth 10000 won. Pay up.”

“Deal,” Jongin shrugs, reaching for his back pocket again, pulling out several bills, winking at her. "How many can I get for--"

“Alright, we get it, she gets it,” Taemin interrupts, putting an arm around his shoulders, and rubbing his chest distractedly. “I thought you were on Yeri Sitting Duty tonight.”

Jiah licks her thumb and wipes the lipstick marks on his jaw, much to Jongin's endless amusement

“She’s a big girl. You got some on your teeth, you harlot."

"Finally. I keep telling you girls, you baby her too much" he complains, licking his front teeth. "Someday you'll have to set her free, let her make some mistakes of her own. They build character, you know?"

"How wise of you." Jongin says. "Was that the logic behind this new look?"

"Some mistakes don't." Taemin continues, looking at her with crazy eyes, pointing at Jongin. "Some mistakes make your best friend uncomfortable and are off limits."

Jiah and Jongin look at each other. "You introduced us."

"Yes, and? I never said get chummy and explore each other's bodies, did I?"

“Nice tattoo, by the way.” She tells Jongin. She caught a glimpse when he got closer and thought it looked familiar. Then Taemin unknowingly moved the fabric on his chest out of the way and she got confirmation. “It’s the helm of awe, isn't it?”

Jongin mouth falls open, genuine shock taking over his features. Not many people know about runes or recognize them. Taemin tilts his head to the side, eyeing her curiously, suspiciously.

“How do you know that? I thought it was a snowflake.”

“I knew a girl who had one on the back of her neck. Hers was red though. Looked great when she put her hair up.”

Taemin releases Jongin from his clutches with an unconvinced hmph, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. Jongin quietly fixes his shirt.

"Oh. Oh. I think I saw Minho inside. You wanna piss him off?"

Well, that’s great. That’s just great. Super cool.

Jongin takes a look at her face and blurts out the question. "Who's that?"

"Her ex. She broke his heart, he started rumors that she's with the Yakuza." Jongin blinks in surprise, and Taemin looks like he wants to elaborate further. She stops him.

“What’s that grown man doing here?”

“You know he likes to hang around the youngsters and make people guess his age. So, you in?”

“Leave me out of it.”

"Hear me out. I was thinking you and Jongin could walk around, right? Let him see you together, put on a little show. You know how his ears get red and his eyes bulge out when he's angry?” he's trying to contain his laugh, looking maniac. “I’ll buy you dinner, both of you. I’m serious.”

That’s her cue for a bathroom break. She puts the cowboy hat on Jongin’s head, not deterred by the way his eyes follow her on her way inside.

A sigh escapes her lips as the cold water runs over her hands. She smiles at a group of girls walking out of the door, their giggles reminding her of the task at hand—finding Yeri and making sure she's not too drunk to make semi-rational decisions.

Maybe she’ll try to talk her into ditching this place. Yixing's uncle's spot is not too far from here.

The possibility of running into her ex kind of makes her want to bolt. Not out of lingering feelings, she just doesn’t have the energy for that interaction. He has a way with sucking the like out of her.

There's only so much she can take of things beyond her control.

The bathroom door clicks. Something shifts in the air. The unsettling feeling of realizing she's not alone. She glances up at the mirror and catches a glimpse of him in the reflection.

Reacting on instinct, her hand snatches the decorative vase from the sink and hurls it at him. The man covers his face, not before grabbing her forearm and slamming her against the sink.

She puts her palms up to avoid hitting the mirror face first. It happens at once, suddenly he's grabbing her bag, and the next second the chain strap is pulling around her neck.

Her body bends back. His knee's pressed against her lower back. Either she’ll pass out or he’ll snap her in half.

She's not about to go down in a public bathroom. She pushes her shaky fingers under the chain, attempting to relieve some of the pressure.

Her vision' blurring, she's running out of oxygen and ideas. Tears well up. The muffled music starts fading.

There's a distant slam, a loud thump.

And thank fuck, release.

She catches her weight on the sink, gasps for air, almost crashes against the mirror again. She turns on wobbly legs and faces two bodies intertwined and struggling on the floor.

Her attacker’s dressed in all black, mask included, buzzcut, well built. The second man has his thighs wrapped around his head, snarling as he keeps him overpowered. A blue-grey silk shirt clings to his broad shoulders, thin black lines mark the skin on his chest.

The helm of awe.

He knocks the guy out with his thighs which... ok, impressive. With heaving breaths, his eyes land on her.

She runs. He grabs her arm before she can get through the door, and bends over when her knee finds his crotch.

Slamming the door behind her, she slaps her hands against the wall for support, still a bit dizzy, heart racing.

"Wait! Rina– please wait–"

Everything shuts down—her legs, the party, the whole city stops. She drops the plans of putting as much distance as possible between them, turns around and stomps in his direction.

Four letters, one word, a slap to the face.

“What did you just call me?” she demands, her face inches away from his. She doesn't recognize her own voice. He's pawing at his neck, pulling a chain for her to see, like that's gonna do something. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I know them. I know Yixing. You’re in danger, I’m here to help you." he sounds pained, trying to calm her down. She has no sympathy for him.

Hanging from the chain, a silver band morphs into two bony hands that hold a mint-colored ball. A ring, worn as a necklace. She recognizes it at once. She won that ring at some fair in Busan. Someone at school started a rumor that she joined the occult. Kyungsoo's mother thought she was a bad influence.

“We have to get you out of here. He has back up, they'll come soon."

Jiah exhales, relaxes her limbs. He mirrors the gesture, letting out a breath of relief.

Then she runs like her life depends on it. And it just might. She bumps into people, pushes them aside, desperately looking for an emergency exit she vaguely remembers from past situations that shouldn't be crossing her mind right now.

They come in handy, successfully leading her to the deserted alley.

But god, whatever version of it is out there, is just not letting her get away so easily.

The years have granted him an extra couple of inches, not that he ever needed them. Maybe it's just the thick soles of his boots that scrape against the loose gravel. He stops, mirroring her shock for a fleeting second.

She grabs the closest thing available; a rusty, long, and thin metal thing that's heavy enough to give her some confidence. He’s staring at her, no traces left of the awe she saw before.

He's pointing a gun at her face.

"Drop it" he barks "Hands up, turn around and try not to be so damn difficult. In that order."

Frustrated, she snarls at herself, her jaw tightening until it hurts before throwing the stick to the ground. She turns around, facing the mold-infested wall. The last thing she sees is a torn-off poster of an underground rap collective.

His forearm presses to the back of her neck with no mercy. He searches for a weapon she's not carrying.

"That's for being so fucking stupid. Do you realize what you got yourself into?" he snaps, not giving her a chance to answer before he pulls her back by the back of her shirt and pushes her against the wall again.

"Ow– What the fuck, dude?" the rough, disgusting surface of the wall scratches the side of her face. She kicks her feet against the ground. "I wasn’t even– what the fuck was that for?"

"That's for making my mom worry about you, idiot."

He finally lets her go, and she moves away from him, curses spilling from her mouth.

The exit door opens revealing Jongin—the impostor.

"What are you doing? We need to--"

They guards go up abruptly before her eyes. He raises his gun at her once again, this time with clear intent.

It'd be ugly, she imagines, being shot this up close. Her brains will end up on the floor, his clothes, maybe even his face. The Park Chanyeol she knew was an asshole most of the time, but he didn't have it in him to step on an ant or kill a spider even if his mother ordered him to, let alone shoot someone.

The inevitable fact is that they are strangers. She doesn't know who the time has turned him into, just like she’s no longer someone that he knows.

"Go ahead, big guy," she lifts her chin, rolls her shoulders. He’s looking at her like she's made of cellophane.

Someone takes the ground from under her. The ground is inevitable. Someone grabs her. Her shoulder feels wet, and her hands look for the source. When she looks down it, it’s stained red.

Did he just–

It can’t be. It doesn't hurt. It should hurt.

It all happens too quickly. There's a hissing sound. The impostor grips her tightly and says something.

Was her heartbeat always this loud? And did she really just get shot?

"Eyes open," The impostor orders. There's no escape with the world narrowed down to two walls. They’re closing in.

He keeps talking, telling her that it’s alright. Her heartbeat is drumming inside her head. It’s now supposed to do that, she shouldn’t feel this cold in August. A chill settles in her bones like she’s been running barefoot through deep snow in the woods, wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown.

Okay. Maybe she did get shot. And now they’re taking her away. But she can’t go down like this. Irene... the girls will wonder where she is, Yeri’s gonna burn the place down looking for her, Taemin’s too sensitive to deal with something like this, and Chanyeol–

He shot her.

And they keep calling her the wrong name.

"Rina, you have to...”

thump

“...be there...”

thump

“...right? C’mon...”

thump.

"Rina."

And then they kill the lights.

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