#not even my fault why did this guy have a brunette mc skin

[luminiciant]

Walter

[kingofthereapers]

Everything in the club seemed to be falling into place, and that was when Travis should have known something was bound to go wrong. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket a couple times before he reached into his front right pocket and pulled it out. “Bo” flashed across the screen and Travis tapped the green answer button and his ears were assaulted with noise from the other end of the line. The screeching sound of metal against metal was obvious to his ears and he held the phone up to his ear. “Bo….” His voice could barely be heard above the ruckus. “Travis, you had better get out here. It doesn’t look good for our truck….or the bikes.” The older man had volunteered himself to accompany the truck that had a few of their motorcycles in it. A group of guys had planned on visiting a bike show that was a few days ride away. Why they didn’t just ride their bikes, Travis didn’t understand, but he wasn’t heading it up so he stayed out of it. 

“Fuck.” Travis muttered, rolling his eyes and shifting to get up from the chair that he’d been lounging in behind the desk in his office. It still seemed odd for Travis to have an office, but that didn’t change the truth of the matter. Paperwork was the bane of his existence, so anything he could do to get out of it sounded fine to him, even if it was dealing with the loss of one of his trucks. “Where you at? Didn’t get far, ya idiots.” Travis added that insult on, because that was just what he did. The older man only laughed a bit, because he knew full well they were being idiots. “Maybe five miles out of town.” Bo admitted sheepishly before the older man hung up. “Can’t trust these dipshits to do anything themselves.” Travis grumbled under his breath as he left his office and the sound of tattoo guns buzzing away met his ears. His blue eyes landed on Lula near the front of the shop, cleaning up after her last client. “Gotta head out to clean up a mess. These idiots crashed the truck.” He explained with a roll of his eyes. “Didn’t even get five miles out of town.” He shook his head at his own words before he winked at Lula and was on his way to deal with the mess. 

Travis rode a fairly basic Harley Davidson, and although it wasn’t tricked out like some of the other guy’s bikes there was no doubt that Travis would win any race on damn near any type of road. The leader of The Reapers MC was rather fearless and in ways reckless to a fault. It had worked out for him the last thirty-three-years at least, and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. Even though he’d been riding above the speed limit Travis had at least expected the police to be there to stick their noses in everyone else’s business, but as he pulled up to the scene of the accident there wasn’t a cop in sight. What he did hear was a loud pop and he lost control of his bike. The Harley went down onto its side and Travis did his best to dismount before the bike could crush his leg. He hadn’t been quite quick enough because the nearly thousand pound bike slammed down on his left leg. 

The president of The Reapers was left laying in the middle of the road as his bike kept going with all its momentum. “Damn it.” He growled through clenched teeth as he sat up to survey the extent of the damage to his leg. The brunette man had just been about to pull his phone from his pocket for the second time in the last ten minutes when he heard some crunching on the gravel behind him. “Bo? I fucked up my leg pretty good.” Travis groaned, pivoting just enough to see the club enforcer walking towards him with a large knife in his right hand. Now, Bo was no small, nor agile man, but he had power on his side, so it was going to be a rough fight when it came down to it between the two men. Travis shifted, pushing to turn around with his good leg until he was sitting there facing the oncoming man. His left hand was in his long beard and Travis had only an inkling of just how men in the past had felt when judgement had come down upon their heads. Bo was a terrifying man to have to face in a one on one fight, not to mention when you were at a disadvantage. 

“Worked out even better than I could have thought.” Bo admitted to the younger man with a smirk peaking through his thick beard. He comfortably spun the knife around in his hand without so much as a glance in the direction of the sharp blade and Travis shifted back some. The blade stopped and Bo pointed it straight at Travis as he spoke. “This day has been a long time coming. Your pa didn’t deserve anything you did to him, you little shit.” The younger man’s eyes narrowed at mention of the crime he’d committed some three years before. It was the only way for the club to survive in Travis’ eyes. The Reapers had been such a big part of his life for as long as his father was letting him ride motorcycles, license or not. He couldn’t see it go down in pitiful smoke. If the club were to ever die, it would be in a flaming fight and the world would hear about it. 

Travis spit on the ground between the two men and he glared up at Bo in a defying manor. “You’re not even going to deny it now, are ya?” The enforcer shook his head, spinning the blade in his hand again as Travis shuffled back until he was at least to the side of the road and there was a large rock he could use to help himself get to his feet. It was a painful process and that was probably the only reason Bo allowed it. He wanted to see Travis endure as much pain as possible. There was a trail of blood that had followed Travis from his original landing spot and it didn’t look good for the younger man. His uninjured leg held the brunt of his weight while his banged up leg just seemed to pour blood from just below the knee. His jeans were already soaked while more red fluid flowed freely down his leg and into his boot. 

While Travis was just trying to stay on his feet, Bo approached with that blade gleaming in the sunlight. Blue orbs locked on him, and didn’t have even an ounce of fear in them despite the fact that death was drawing nearer with each and every step. “Fuck you.” Travis spit at the man as he approached. “He was running the club into the ground and you knew it….” Travis winced in pain for a moment and then shook his head as Bo stood there right in front of him and even though Travis was hunched a little their eyes were nearly level. Their long time enforcer was a couple inches shorter than his young president, but height didn’t matter so much when you were starting a fight out with a pretty bad injury. Still, Travis was bold enough to think he could come out of this alive. 

The first blow came from up above, an upraised arm bringing that knife straight down for Travis’ chest. It didn’t meet its mark because the young man brought his arm up and hit the other man’s arm so the blade just glanced against his left side. It wasn’t pretty as the blood began to dribble from the small wound, but it was better than having a knife sticking out of your chest. By now the adrenaline was flowing through Travis’ body and he didn’t feel his leg quite as badly as he had before. He could even hobble around on the leg, which he did to put some more space between him and his attacker. What Travis didn’t know was that he’d dropped his phone and it had dialed Lula’s number when it had fallen. That was his saving grace at the end of it all. That woman was the reason he would live to see his 34th birthday and beyond. 

“Thomas didn’t deserve to die like that, you asshole!” Bo bellowed as he charged at the young leader. Travis was able to dodge the knife blow, but the shoulder check took him off his feet because his leg wasn’t quite as steady as he’d thought it had been. Before Travis could get back to his feet Bo was there, hovering over him, placing a foot on his bad leg and pressing. Travis grunted, but glared up at the man. He wouldn’t get a scream out of him if that was what he wanted. Travis would suffer complete agony in silence just to spite the older man. “I never liked you from the start.” Bo admitted as he eased up on Travis' leg, but that knife never moved from being pointed in his direction. 

With some effort Bo got down on his knees beside Travis and grabbed the long dark hair of the younger man to make sure he was watching and couldn’t turn his head away. “You’re just a piece of shit kid that should have been whooped from time to time.” The blade was pressed against Travis stomach lightly, but that tip was so sharp it was drawing blood in small little patterns as the knife moved around while Bo spoke. Travis stared into Bo’s eyes intently just like the man wanted, but what he wouldn’t find there was any bit of horror for what was about to happen to him. In all honesty, the way Travis had lived gave him the sense that he would die some kind of horrible death. If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. It was something Travis had always thought to be very true, so here he was, dying by the knife just like he’d killed by the knife. 

As the blade pressed into his stomach, Travis could feel the cool steel parting his skin and diving right into multiple organs. The pain was enough to make anyone black out, but Travis was too stubborn for that kind of shit. He could see some darkness around the edges of his eyes as he stared at Bo, and once again the young man spit, though, this time it was right into Bo’s face and there was a little bit of blood in it. Travis smirked a bit, the blood in his mouth highlighting his teeth as Bo twisted the blade slowly. Travis groaned and arched his back somewhat, trying to move his head, but Bo held it there. “I’m gonna let the buzzards finish you off….But I want everyone to know just who saved the world from more of your bullshit.” The older man said, standing up and leaving that knife protruding from just above his belly button. It was not a pretty sight with his leg already covered in blood and now more dark red fluid flowing from his torso. 

Travis was pretty sure this was just how he was going to die, and he was coming to terms with it after everything he’d done in his life. Who deserved a death like this more than he did? He didn’t know anyone, that was for sure. He gasped and then coughed a bit, more of that metallic taste filling his mouth as he just laid there waiting for death to take him. That was when he heard Lula’s voice nearly screaming. He was fading and he didn’t know where it was coming from, but he was glad it was the last thing he was hearing before he left this earth.

[commander-yinello]

The Matchmakers Part 15

Part 15 of the series written by @setthestarsxnfire and I! More under the cut!

ZEN: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you last night.

Relief washed over Jumin reading the words on his black smartphone. Last night had been rougher than he’d like to admit - believing they had personally jeopardized MC and Assistant Kang’s happiness, Zen lashed out at him over the phone. Even though Jumin knew Zen was simply upset, it hurt. When Zen was genuinely upset, he didn’t use names like jerk or trust fund kid to poke at him, he would attack him with heated sentences that Jumin couldn’t even remember the context of. Jumin thought himself a rational man yet still argued back, much to his regret after. And when Zen hung up, Jumin was terrified everything was ruined. He had hugged Elizabeth a lot that night.

Jumin Han: I’m sorry too. It’s not your fault. Are you alright?

ZEN: I’m fine, the director is annoyed that I’m messing up rehearsal, but I don’t care. I can’t stop thinking how I fucked up. Will you please let me make it up to you?

Normally he would softly chastise Zen for sending messages during work, causing Zen to stubbornly send more, now he wanted to run over to the theater to hug him.

Just as he was about to reply, someone knocked on his door and Jumin quickly put his phone on the side of his desk. Assistant Kang walked in with a stack of documents, placing them in front of him.

“The security reports, sir,” she said, less energetic than usual.

Jumin glanced at the title of the report. “Assistant Kang, these look like financial reports.”

“Oh. Apologies, Mr. Han, I’ll get the correct ones right now.” Frazzled, she grabbed the report, waiting to get told off.

Jumin sighed. “If you need a vacation, just say so. You can use your free days starting next week if you wish.”

Assistant Kang looked as if she saw water burning. It almost prompted him to tell her Zen suggested it. “Sir, I’d rather keep working right now. Takes my mind off… things.”

Jumin knew his assistant would jump at the chance for a holiday. But he also knew why she refused. “If something is bothering you, you shouldn’t avoid it,” he said, trying his best not to reveal anything.

“It’s more that I don’t know what to do,” Assistant Kang replied, staring at the documents in her hands, playing the same game.

Jumin shifted in his chair. This was awkward. “The best policy is to be honest. Whenever a client isn’t happy, do we not negotiate with them until we’ve arranged better terms?” he asked, falling back on business terms.

“But what if the client has very specific terms and you’re unsure if you should go with them or not?” Jaehee asked, going along with his example perfectly.

“If it’s a matter of yes or no, you have to decide how you feel about the matter first. Once you know that for sure, you can answer the question. Speaking as a company, of course.”

“I… see.” Jaehee furrowed her brows in thought.

“Now, get me the correct report. And I expect you to sort out your personal issues quickly, they can’t interfere with your work anymore,” Jumin demanded.

“Of course.”

Relief washed over him as he watched her close the door as she left. Promptly he reached for his phone once more.

Jumin Han: There is nothing to make up for. I just talked to Assistant Kang, I think she’s still confused on her feelings for MC.

ZEN: Then maybe there’s still hope. I have an idea. Can you tell everyone that we need to organize an RFA party over a week or so?

Jumin Han: I can, but for what reason?

ZEN: Just think of something. Some snooty ambassador or someone in your circle of too much money dudes. I’ll handle the rest.

ZEN: and I’m buying you dinner.

The messages stopped and Jumin smiled. He knew Zen wasn’t one to give up that easily.

***

“Can you believe that asshole? A party this fast - if I didn’t respect the RFA I would tell him where he could shove it in public!”

Jaehee sighed as Zen complained for the fifth time in ten minutes. Mr. Han had announced during lunch that they needed to organize a party for the visiting sultan of Brunei - a last minute request - which was enough to send everyone into a frenzy. Saeran had even offered to help Yoosung study for his tests so he could take the day off for the party - completely unexpected from the soberer twin, but unusual times called for unusual measures, she supposed.

Yet it was Zen who asked if he could meet up with her in the café next to C&R. In a small private corner, away from peeping eyes, they were able to discuss sensitive party information.  “Zen, I don’t doubt the person you want to invite is important, but guests are MC’s task,” Jaehee said. Mentioning MC made her feel sad, and then confused. She refused to let it show, wanting to stay professional in front of her idol.

“I know that. But MC still needs to know where to put them, so they can fill themselves with wine and snacks. It’s why I invited you both. Hey MC! Perfect timing!” Zen called out, waving to the door.

Jaehee froze as the brunette walked in, hair billowing behind her, escaping the harsh wind. MC had the brightest smile plastered on her face walking over to the actor but looked equally shocked when she arrived at their table.

“O-oh,” MC exclaimed softly, taking a seat across Jaehee and Zen who sat on the couch against the wall. “I didn’t know Jaehee was here too.”

“Oh come on, how can we organize a party without the golden duo?” Zen laughed, completely oblivious to their awkward glances. “I can’t imagine you two apart, you know. I can’t even stand up for you, Jaehee, against that Jerkmin, because MC has already done so.

“It’s true,” Jaehee admitted. MC always had her back. And the assistant knew that she found it hard to start the day without greeting MC in the chatroom. And when MC hadn’t replied in the evening after dinner, Jaehee found herself fretting and wondering when to call, only to have MC appear and tell her how silly she is for waiting, she can always call her.

Just as MC tried to respond, a loud buzzing came from Zen’s pants pocket. The albino took one look at his phone before looking slightly panicked. “Ah, sorry ladies, but I have to take this call - it’s extremely important, director of the new play I’m in. I might be away for a good ten minutes so please, start without me.” The actor rushed off, heading outside into the wind, leaving the two girls behind.

MC, not one for long silences, started right away. “Jaehee, I’m sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have pushed my feelings onto you like that out of nowhere. I shouldn’t tell you who you should hang out with or… who to love. I just-”

“MC, wait. Wait,” Jaehee said, suddenly breathless, heart racing, how could she have run the marathon when sitting still? “At the fair, what you said, it didn’t… it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t sad or angry. I was confused… I think, at myself.”

Feelings of love, she thought, remembering her K-drama’s; always thinking of the other, feeling good when they were there, being sad when they were sad, missing them so much when they’re not around…

She hesitated for a few more moments. “I used to think that… no one would ever love someone as boring as me. It was easier to believe that than to hope.”

MC looked ready to tear up. Jaehee continued, words pouring out of her in a steady stream. “You’re so beautiful, and I always thought you would surely end up dating one of the guys in the RFA. But you said you love me, and I… I must feel the same for you too. No, I know I do… and have ever since you showed up in Rika’s apartment that fateful day. I just pushed the idea away because I thought I had no chance.”

She said it. Hearing it loud and clear from her own mouth made it so much more real, and Jaehee felt her face heat up as MC gasped, her cheeks bright pink.

“Jaehee!” MC jumped up from her chair and threw herself at the assistant, the action so sudden Jaehee was glad the couch was fixed to the wall or they would have surely toppled over. The brunette hugged Jaehee tightly, Jaehee’s senses overloading with the warmth of her body and the smell of sweet perfume. Her glasses became askew, pushing up her face.

“You always put yourself down when you shouldn’t!”

When she let go, Jaehee wondered when she had put her own arms around MC, holding on and not wanting her to leave, the air cooling down her skin where they had been connected. MC looked at her with eyes sparkling of joy and Jaehee couldn’t speak, only stare as the most beautiful woman in the world came closer once more, took off her glasses to place them on the table and brushed her lips with her own before pressing against them in need.

Her first ever kiss, Jaehee now knew, would be from the softest lips pressed against hers, wanting but careful, intense without pushing. Body doing what it wanted, her eyes fluttered shut, feeling MC’s hands brush down her arms and rest on her hands. Both of them had stopped breathing, afraid to shatter the delicate intimacy.

As MC inevitably pulled back, face so close it was blurry, their breaths coming out fast and mingling, sounds around them seemingly muted Jaehee mused that she could die right now and be quite happy. No, she thought right after, I can’t die, now I feel more alive than ever.

MC must have felt the same, for she started to giggle and Jaehee quickly followed. Their tiny moment of bliss was interrupted by the sight of white hair in the corner of her eye, belonging to a man who couldn’t possibly blend into their environment.

“Oh! We should have started with the party planning!” MC panicked, quickly taking her seat.

Jaehee too felt a little embarrassed. “We could tell him,” she suggested.

“Not yet. I want to be selfish and keep this between us… just for a little while.” MC gave her that smile that sent goosebumps all over Jaehee’s skin, a possessive, wanting smile that she’d seen before but never thought it was for her.

Zen had to notice their goofy smiles when he arrived at the table, though if he did, he said nothing of it. “Any luck ladies? Sorry it took so long.”

“You were quite fast actually, we barely got started,” MC commented and Jaehee tried not to cough.

“Once he heard the good news, the call was over in an instant,” Zen laughed.

“Good news?” Jaehee asked.

“Oh, that I’d be able to start rehearsals soon. Scheduling stuff and all that. Boring,” Zen quickly added, waving his hands about. “Hey, you took off your glasses Jaehee.”

Jaehee blushed a little, pushing her glasses to the side. “It’s not like I truly need them.” Now that I’m not blind to the truth, she thought, as MC gave her a big grin and an oblivious Zen talked about his new play in more detail.

***

Jaehee Kang: MC and I decided that the party could be held in the same venue our first party was organized. It’s not much and it is certainly not as extravagant as other places, but it does serve the purpose of being elegant and is being enough for the guests that we manage to get within the week.

707: That place brings a lot of memories!!

V: I remember you surprising everyone by wearing a nice dress to the party. And then Jaehee scolded you and you had to change.

ZEN: lololololol

Jaehee Kang: All the members had to give an appropriate impression to the guests, Saeyoung wasn’t really… well dressed.

Saeran: He is never well dressed, what are you talking about? The word doesn’t exist in his dictionary, not even in small letters.

MC: xD

707: MEAN! You guys don’t know how to appreciate a good fashion sense TˆT

707: I had my make-up done that day, and had to wipe it all off T_T Good two hours gone to trash;;

V: haha

Jumin Han: Thank you MC, Assistant Kang, I’m sure that with you two on charge the party will be a success and certainly eventful. I shall pass MC’s contact to the sultan and other guests.

ZEN: Pretentious jerk.

Jumin Han: Narcissist freak.

Yoosung★: Gosh…

***

The clinking of the cutlery against the plates was louder than the music playing in the background as the couple ate. Hyun hadn’t bailed out on the promise he made that afternoon, of buying his lover dinner as some sort of compensation for the fight. Although the albino still thought that he had to do more, it wasn’t fair that he had just lashed out with the young director over something they had no control. It made him feel shameful to even remember some of the phrases he had spit out in anger.  

Looking down at his own food, the actor noticed that he was almost done. The pasta was definitely not the kind that Jumin would be used to, since the trustfund kid probably went to the best five-star restaurants across the country and even abroad. However, judging by how his boyfriend’s plate was almost empty as well, and how there was a small smile grazing his handsome face, the food was good enough.

The businessman caught his gaze and the smile widened, making Hyun’s heart skip a beat as he mimicked the expression on the other man’s face. A hand reached out to hold his own, and he faintly registered a thumb rubbing over his knuckles, the gesture so affectionate it made his stomach swirl. Squeezing down on the hand, the younger took a deep breath before he started talking. “I know I said it already, but I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed at you like that last night. Especially when today everything turned out to be alright, I think they kissed.”

The guy only chuckled as he shook his head, but not in one moment did he stop looking at Zen. “You don’t have to worry about that, love, I understand. We are going to have disagreements occasionally, but what matters is that we overcome them.” He was sure that Jumin was looking at him with utter adoration now, and the grin that was glued to his face didn’t look like it could be wiped away. No matter the bad things that came.  

“I love you.” He whispered almost the second the rich man was talking. He didn’t know if he had meant to say that, but he didn’t regret it at all, watching the smile grew and Jumin’s cheeks tint pink.

“I love you too.” And now it was his turn to blush.