#shinee mafia

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I feel like people forget they're canonically hard to tell apart for most (not Neil) people

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[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

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

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

Trigger warning: swearing ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That’s where you’re wrong."

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

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

"Here I am."

To be continued...

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

Stay tuned for part 15!

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Chapter Four Summary: Galina Montanro, a nurse and reluctant heir to an Italian Mafia family, accompanies her boyfriend Lucas on a dangerous errand to a deserted warehouse in New York’s Chinatown, only to be thrust into a violent confrontation when Lucas doesn’t return as promised. As she infiltrates the warehouse to rescue him, Galina is captured by the Korean mafia, led by Hwang In-ho, who orchestrated the ambush as a calculated move to use her as a bargaining chip against her powerful father. Trapped and handcuffed in an unfamiliar location, Galina faces an uncertain fate, grappling with the harsh realities of her family’s criminal ties and the slim hope of rescue. Tags: Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mafia-type behavior, Organized crime, threatening language, death, blood, gore, bodily harm, extreme dub-con/non-con elements, oral sex, blow jobs, slapping, non-consensual drug usage, explicit language, gunshot wounds, definitely inaccurate medical care because I’m not a nurse. Notes: Please read this chapter with caution because it does get rather brutal. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of +18 and contains very dark elements. You’ve been warned. Additional Information: The character named as Seo-jun in this story is The Salesman/Recruiter (however you refer to him) I just thought it was much easier to give him a name. If you’re reading my other fic, Deep Cover, you’ll already know this part. Thanks for your understanding. Tag List: @indifitel661

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“Get the fuck up!”

Suddenly, she was on the floor instead of in the bed where she had fallen asleep, looking up at In-ho, who was obviously the one who had shouted at her since he was the only person in the room. She blinked a few times, still not fully awake, as she tried to comprehend what the hell he was so mad about.

“Well, I’m awake now.” Slowly, she got to her feet and looked at him. “What was the problem again?”

“Did you help him last night?”

“Help who?” He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her in close, his grip tightening to choke her just enough to be threatening but not enough to completely cut off her air.

“Seo-jun.”

“I thought that was a dream.” He glared at her for another moment before shoving her back hard enough that she stumbled and hit the bookcase behind her. Shaking his head, he backed up and muttered something—possibly not in English—and moved to the door to close it. She watched him lock it, then he came over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her toward the bathroom.

“You’re covered in his blood! How could you think that? Clean yourself up!” He shoved her forcefully until she was fully in the bathroom, pressed up against the tile wall by the tub. With his foot, he managed to kick the door shut behind him. As soon as it closed, the intimidating, murderous look in his eyes dropped, and he put a finger to his lips as if shushing her. At that point, she wasn’t sure this wasn’t a dream. All she could do was watch him silently as he went over to the shower and started running the water.

“Look, no one told me not to help him, and I’m a nurse. I have this whole oath thing. I assume there’s at least something similar in Korea.”

“Thank you.”

“Excuse me?”

“For saving him. My hands were tied.”

“I’m sorry, I thought I was in trouble.”

“Officially, you are.”

“Okay, but unofficially I’m not?”

“You don’t understand what’s going on here—obviously not—and I can’t just tell you. Maybe I appreciate what you did, but that doesn’t mean I think I can trust you.”

“Fair enough, but did you send that woman up to my room?”

“Who? Jeon-yun? No. I wasn’t here.”

“One of your men was shot and, for all you knew, bleeding to death, and you weren’t here?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Yeah, that much is clear. So, do I shower or what?”

“Yes, but for all intents and purposes, I’m not happy with you, and there will be a punishment.”

“So my assumption about the room being monitored is correct? That’s why you shoved me in here to talk?”

“Yes. This is all the time and information you get, though. For now.” He looked her over, then opened the door and left. The door closed behind him, and she stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. He was grateful for her saving Seo-jun, but she was still in trouble, and it was out of his hands. Whose hands was it in, then? She had been under the impression he was the head of this mafia—or whatever they called it in Korean. It was a word she knew she’d heard before, but she couldn’t remember it. Not that it would matter or change much of anything. It was still run like a mafia—kind of like the Yakuza, which she’d also had experience with, and that hadn’t been great either.

“Fucking weirdo,” she whispered and pulled the dress off. At least it was nice to get out of that cheap, flimsy thing and take a proper shower. It was also good to know the bathroom wasn’t bugged. She knew that had to be the truth because In-ho wouldn’t have risked telling her all of that if there was some sort of hidden camera or microphone. The only thing she could do at that point was clean herself up and wait for whatever hell was to come over this. Someone wasn’t happy with the fact that she’d saved that guy, and she didn’t know who. However, she did know that if they were powerful enough to have In-ho worried, then they were the person she needed to fear more than him—or anyone else in this Korean syndicate.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that there was more clothing on the bed. She walked over and picked it up, only to find it was a slinky black cocktail dress—much better made than the previous dress she’d been in, definitely meant for a nice outing or occasion. There was a matching pair of heels on the floor by the foot of the bed. Though she wasn’t provided a bra, there were black lace panties, a garter belt, and thigh-high stockings. Very oddly specific, but it was still better than stripper heels and a Lycra dress. She put everything on, then went back into the bathroom for the makeup. Since she hadn’t been given more than what was already there, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to put any on, but she felt better doing it because she didn’t like sitting on the bed, nervous about what was going to happen next.

It was around then that she realized she didn’t really know what time it was. When she’d been woken up to fix Seo-jun, it had to have been past midnight. The whole thing had maybe taken an hour, if that, then she’d fallen asleep again. With how exhausted she’d been—emotionally and physically—from the ordeal, it could very well have been late in the afternoon already. She did know she was hungry, but she also knew better than to complain about it since they would either give her something or not, and there probably wouldn’t be any negotiating otherwise.

In-ho had seemed pleased that she had saved Seo-jun, even if he had expressed it in the most bizarre way humanly possible. She finished her makeup, fixed her hair—it was rather long and kind of wavy if she didn’t brush it out while it was wet—and then went back into the bedroom. After she sat down on the bed, she looked around, trying to find anything that might display the current time, but there wasn’t a clock to be found. They probably wanted it that way so she had no way to plan things or pick up on patterns, like when food might come or the guards might change. She grabbed the remote for the TV, hoping there might be a news channel or something with the time on it, when the door opened again. She turned to see who was there, only to find In-ho once again. He was in a very nice suit—nicer than what he’d been in before. This one had a waistcoat, and she was really hating herself for thinking he was attractive. Physically, at least. Mentally, she didn’t think she could be more repulsed by someone, but how he had treated her in the bathroom had been very different from what she’d expected. It was fucking with her head—unless that was the purpose. She didn’t put it past him to do something psychologically messed up, more so than being forced to perform oral sex on some random guy for blackmail material.

“Get up, follow me, don’t try anything stupid.”

“Like what? Running away in a house full of men with guns who hate me?” She snorted and stood up, tossing the remote onto the bed. “How dumb do you think I am?”

“Your fiancé wasn’t very smart.”

“He wasn’t? I find that hard to believe. If he ran, it’s because he saw an opening, and if that’s the case, he probably took out a few of your men before you were able to restrain him again. I’m in the ballpark, right?”

“This is not the time to discuss that. Come now.” He snapped his fingers, though she knew the obvious and quick change of subject more than likely meant she was right, and he just didn’t want to admit it. If that were the case, it made her happy to think that at least some of his guards had met a terrible fate at Lucas’s hands. They fucking deserved it for what they’d surely done to him—and her as well. She followed after him, noticing she was just about his height in the new heels. The platform ones had made her taller than him, but these were more sensible.

“Where are we going?” she asked. “Please tell me it has something to do with some kind of meal. Lunch, dinner—whatever time it is.” The only thing she was sure of was that it couldn’t be morning, so it would have to be one of the other mealtimes.

“Dinner, but I have a feeling once we get there, you won’t be very hungry.”

“There?”

“Yes.” He nodded and led her down the stairs toward the front door. Two guards stood next to it, both armed. There went her thoughts of running as soon as she got outside. She was sure that wouldn’t work out too well, and even if she was positive Lucas could handle his own problems, she couldn’t run away from there without him and without knowing he’d be okay. They might kill him if she got out, since he was probably more of a liability to have around than an asset, like her. The door was opened for them, and a black limo was waiting. In-ho paused and motioned for her to go ahead of him. The driver opened the door for her. She glanced around, trying to see if there was even a good plan of escape if she did run, but she didn’t see anything obvious, and she knew if she hesitated too long, she’d regret it. She got into the limo and sat down, trying to figure out what In-ho meant about her not having an appetite for dinner.

He joined soon after, sitting right next to her even though they had an entire limo of space for him not to do that. The door closed, and he sat back, then reached into his blazer pocket to pull out a silver cigarette case. He popped it open, took one out for himself, and then held one toward her. She took it slowly, thinking it might be a trick, but he didn’t try to stop her. When she had it between her lips, he removed a gold Zippo from his pocket, lit it for her, and then lit his own. She took a drag, so very happy to finally have a nicotine fix after what seemed like an eternity, and then exhaled.

“You’re familiar with the concept of a fall man or front man, yes? Whatever you want to call it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, then took another drag from her cigarette. “A patsy—someone you set up to take the fall if you get caught. May be a different guy for different crimes or the whole operation. I’m familiar with the concept.” She knew there were a bunch of fall guys in her family, and she’d seen a few of them more than happy to go to prison to take the place of someone more important—typically because they were well compensated afterward, as long as they did the time and kept their mouths shut. There were usually incentives behind it.

“And you do understand why someone might knowingly fill that position, even if it appears to benefit others more than them?”

“Yes. In theory. It’s not something I would do, but I don’t really have the personality to go to prison for funsies.”

“Yes, well, some people don’t have any other options than to do what they’re told or do what they have to in order to survive.”

“I’m aware of that too. I’m just not sure why it’s relevant.”

“You’ll understand in due time.”

“Great, sounds like a party.” She rolled her eyes at him again and looked out the window as he rolled it down a crack to let in some air and filter out the smoke. He didn’t say anything else as they drove, though it wasn’t very helpful in giving her any idea of where she might be. They were practically in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, and seemed to be driving deeper into the wilderness, not away from it. When she finished her cigarette, she moved away from where In-ho was seated to one of the other seats and took a deep breath. Her stomach grumbled. She needed to eat, and she also needed to remind herself of that, no matter how she ended up feeling about wherever this place was that In-ho was taking her.

By her estimate, about forty-five minutes later, they were pulling up to another large estate after going through a large metal gate and traveling up what had to have been a mile-long driveway. She’d never seen this house in her life, so she was still confused about what was going on. The thought occurred to her to just ask In-ho, but she didn’t trust him to give her any information or even tell the truth, so she kept her mouth shut. The limo stopped at the large wooden front door, and the driver got out to open the door for them. In-ho motioned for her to go first, so she did.

By the front door of this estate were two men armed with rifles. Once again, running wasn’t an option, but even if she’d been positive she could get away from them like that, she’d be absolutely fucked in the wilderness trying to find her way back to civilization. That was probably why she hadn’t been restrained or drugged—In-ho knew her chances of survival out here were much lower than being around people. The guards nodded at them as the door opened from the inside, and she noticed these men were white, not Korean like at In-ho’s estate.

The moment they were inside, she got the feeling something wasn’t right. The smell of food wafted through the house—familiar, yet not enough for her to specifically name the dish or dishes being prepared. The decor was oddly familiar too—a sense of déjà vu, maybe, like she’d been here before, even though she knew that wasn’t possible. She was positive she’d never seen this house. It couldn’t be someone from her family because the food didn’t smell like that, and the decor would never have been so gaudy and Eastern European. That’s when it hit her.

“Oh no… no, no, no…” Without thinking too much about it, she turned to run for the front door, more out of insane panic and survival instinct than anything smart. In-ho was faster than her—maybe he’d even anticipated it. His hand shot out and grabbed her arm as quickly as a cat swatting at a fly. The motion was so sudden and violent that she stumbled back and tripped, sending her to her knees. That didn’t stop her from trying to get away, even though it felt like he could pull her arm right out of its socket. “GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BASTARD!”

“You will compose yourself, and you will do it quickly, because what he will do to you is far worse than what I will do if you don’t behave—and you know that.” He told her in such a calm voice that it was even more terrifying than if he’d yelled. She stopped struggling for a moment but stayed where she was.

This whole time, she’d planned not to show him any weakness, but that had been easy because she wasn’t afraid of him. She’d had no reason to be. Though he’d picked a fight with the Italian mafia—which was incredibly stupid since they’d been on neutral ground before this—he hadn’t personally done anything to her. Not until that point. The house they were in may not have been a location she’d visited before, but she knew the man who would be there: Zver, “The Beast,” leader of the Russian mafia and mortal enemy to her own family in more ways than one.

“You bastard,” she whispered, because there was no damn way he didn’t know about this. Everyone knew about the rivalry between her family and this one—at least everyone within the “waste disposal” occupation. In-ho didn’t seem fazed by any of this either way; he just pulled her up until she had no choice but to get back on her feet. There, he kept hold of her arm and started walking again, forcing her to go along with him.

“The more you fight it, the more pleasure you give them. Is that what you want?”

“Why do you even care about this? You’re a fucking moronic ass for getting your family tied up with his. I hope you know that.”

“I know what I know, and that is that you should not act this way right now,” he continued as they entered a lounge area. She was more or less forced over to an obnoxiously expensive white leather couch trimmed with gold, where he made her sit down next to him, his arm still looped tightly around hers, giving her little to no wiggle room. Though he was smaller than the men she was accustomed to handling business with, his size was deceptive to how strong he apparently was—and with very little effort, too.

“You’ll live to regret this, In-ho. I’ll make sure of it, even if it’s with my dying breath.”

“Remember that,” he said. “And do keep in mind that whatever happens here tonight, it’s him or it’s me—and you don’t want it to be him.”

“What the hell is that—”

“Ah, Galina, lovely to see you again. So much you have grown,” Zver announced as he entered the room. Her body jerked in reaction—once again, her first instinct was to run as far away from this place as she could—but In-ho had her well pinned. She knew there was no way she was getting out of there on her own, not alive at least. Someone there would shoot her a lot faster than any of In-ho’s men might. She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly before In-ho gave her a slight jerk to get her attention. She looked at him, and he glared back at her. Sensing he wanted her to say something, she clenched her jaw tightly and turned her head to look at Zver.

“I hope both of you choke.”

Zver chuckled and went to sit down on the matching couch across from them. The only thing separating her from where he sat was a glass coffee table, equally as obnoxious as every other piece of furniture and decor in the room. He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, making sure to exhale in her direction as he did.

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

“Good… very good,” Zver laughed. “So, who is ready for dinner?” She looked back at In-ho—he’d been right about her appetite. If anything, she probably would have vomited had she had anything in her stomach. He had some nerve bringing her there after what this man had done to her and her family. She wasn’t going to let him forget this, and she certainly wasn’t ever going to forgive it either, no matter what “good” reason he believed he had for taking her there in the first place. The path to hell was paved with good intentions, after all, and as far as she was concerned, they were already in the ninth circle—and she no longer had anything to lose.

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One of my favourite looks, I’ve made with the new chapter outfit pieces.

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Unpopular take?? I guess?

I don't think many people in this fandom understand how criminal organizations work.

If I had 1¢ everytime I read something along the lines of "Gashu is a horrible parent because he chose God/Asu-Naro over his kids" I'd be a very upset billionaire(hyperbole), because no?? He didn't??

That's not what makes him a horrible parent. That wasn't something he could actually choose. What makes him the founder of the Bad Dads Club is that he chose a kid over the other, which doesn't necessarily mean "I want Sei to die" but it still loosely translates into "I want Kai to survive." and this is not exactly a best dad behavior. THIS is what he could've avoided.

The choice wasn't between God and his kids, since, and I quote, "should you defy God... their blood will surely spill.". Ultimately, he could only choose how they would've died. So he chose the "safest" option, the one that gave one of the kids the chance of surviving, he chose God (being an empath, I can sense that he wasn't all that thrilled).

"b-but!! he could've still ran away!! 🥺" how? AS is everywhere in Japan. They'd be looking for him. He could change his looks, get fake documents, and try to escape abroad, sure, but again, how? Who do you think is making the fake documents? He's trapped.

Everyone in Asu-Naro is.

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What are tags with many bots? I'm currently at 312 I've reported today.

I'd like to get more. It's very satisfying for me.

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Chaos By A Rose Bush

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

Groups ᯓ★ NCT (127, Dream, WayV), SHINee, Astro, EXO, BlackPink

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

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, suggestive language, character death, revenge, fighting, blood and injury, violence, guns, five stages of grief, love/hate, depression, paranoia, comments on SU

Also posted on Ao3 under the same title!

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER ONE (3.6k) CHAPTER TWO (3.6k) CHAPTER THREE (6k) CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k) CHAPTER FIVE (3.0k) CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN : THE END

[strxnged]

i think i could face anything if vincenzo cassano grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes and awkwardly told me that i can do this. and gave me one of thosse weird arm pats and a nod

[baby-chirp]

So basically I downloaded some adult mods for the Sims 4, mainly Basemental Drugs, Basemental Gangs, Wicked Whims (though I added the censored version), and Extreme Violence (though I have not used that YET) and I decided to make Mercury from Shining Nikki a Mafia boss/gang leader (since he kind of already is that in Shining Nikki in all but name tbh).

For Mercury's gang (I chose La Cosa Simstra since I feel like Mercury would not be Simkuza, Newcrest Thugs, or Fifteenth Street tbh) I added the following members:

Vulture (full name is Vulture Heijiu in my game) - Right-Hand Man

Misha Tomislav (TF2 Heavy) - Bodyguard

Tavish Degroot (TF2 Demoman) - Bodyguard

Walter White (yes THAT Walter White from Breaking Bad, which I decided to download from the gallery btw) - Enforcer

Mundee Mundy (TF2 Sniper) - Enforcer

Ludwig Humboldt (TF2 Medic) - Gang Member

Jeremy Scout (TF2 Scout) - Gang Member

Jane Doe (TF2 Soldier) - Gang Member

Here is the gang at the headquarters, which is supposed to be a bar as a front.

Gonna add some more screenshots below but because it kinda involves Mercury talking to Walter White about the drug market while they are at a strip club that Mercury owns (there's no nudity involved which is why it's just tagged as "Mature" and "Drug and Alcohol Addiction" for the community tags).

I know Scout is sitting with Mercury and Walter, but it's mainly Mercury and Walter White talking about the current drug market.

I think it's kinda funny that Loen showed up at the strip club that Mercury owns, orders a drink, and decides to sit at the table that Mercury and Walter White are sitting at while they are talking about drugs and gang related shit.

I also made a rival gang (chose the Simkuza since the mod says that La Cosa Simstra and the Simkuza are enemy gangs) with Zoey from Shining Nikki as the leader for that gang.

[zen-zen-v]

I messed up the timeline of this AU +_+ Forget about the dancing render, you saw nothing

To explain why Vittorio looks so petrified here - this IS their first kiss AND ending of strictly boss-bodyguard relations

[eternalstarlights]

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[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

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

M/N1 = Member 1’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group) M/N2 = Member 2’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group

Trigger warning: none ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

The doctor waiting for you, known to everyone as "Saint," was more than just a skilled physician—he was a lifeline to those like H/N who walked the thin line between survival and destruction. He had earned his moniker through his near-miraculous ability to patch up wounds that couldn't see the inside of a hospital, not just because of legal complications but because they lived in the shadows. Saint had always been there when H/N or his men needed saving, his expertise a vital part of their survival.

"Quickly, over here," he urged, his voice steady and commanding. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, Saint didn’t exactly fit the stereotype of a back-alley doctor. He had once joked with H/N about becoming a model, and with his intense eyes and striking face, he easily could’ve been. H/N, half-serious, had asked him once, "Ever think of giving this all up and living the good life? Maybe on the cover of a magazine instead of covered in blood?"

"Nah, I'd rather save lives than smile for a camera. Somebody’s gotta keep you alive," Saint had replied dryly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The two had a unique bond, built on trust and a shared understanding of the risks they both took in their respective roles.

M/N1 and M/N2 helped H/N inside, where Saint had already set up his impromptu operating area. The room was well-lit and organized, equipped with everything needed to handle emergencies like this. The doctor’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped.

"Lay him here," he instructed, pointing to a makeshift bed. Saint worked quickly, his hands moving with an efficiency that spoke of years spent saving lives on the fringes of society. The bright overhead light cast harsh shadows across the room, highlighting the gravity of H/N’s condition. Your grip on H/N's hand tightened as you kept the pressure on his wound, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through the cloth.

"You don’t need to be here for this," Saint said quietly as he prepared his tools. "But I can see there’s no point in arguing with you."

You hesitated, not wanting to leave H/N's side as you had promised. Saint looked at you, his expression softening slightly. "All right, but if you throw up, I'll kick you out on the spot."

You managed a weak smile despite the tension. "I’m not going anywhere. I got this."

Saint gave a slight nod, his attention already back on H/N. "Good. Then keep talking to him. Keep him grounded."

You leaned closer to H/N, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and his skin was clammy beneath your fingers. "I’m right here," you whispered softly. "You’re not alone."

H/N’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "I’m glad… because I don’t think Saint’s much of a talker," he rasped, his voice weak but laced with a hint of his usual humor.

Saint snorted softly, not looking up from his work. "You’re right about that," he muttered, carefully cleaning the wound. "But if you want to keep making jokes, that’s a good sign."

"Guess you’re stuck with me again," H/N added weakly.

Saint shook his head, his expression serious but gentle. "Stay with us, H/N. You’re going to be fine," he replied, focusing on the wound.

A knot of fear loosened slightly in your chest at Saint’s words. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was hope. You leaned in closer, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and emotion. "You hear that? You’re going to be just fine. We’re going to get through this."

H/N’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be fine," he murmured, his grip on your hand tightening for a brief moment.

Saint glanced up briefly, his expression softening for the first time since you'd arrived. "He’s tougher than he looks. Just don’t let go of him," he said quietly.

You nodded, your heart swelling with both fear and love. "Never," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to H/N’s forehead as Saint continued his work, determined to save the man you couldn’t imagine living without.

You held H/N’s hand, squeezing it tightly as Saint worked. His movements were swift and precise, each gesture a testament to his years of experience patching up those who lived dangerous lives. Every second felt like an eternity to you, but Saint's calm confidence offered a thread of reassurance. He cleaned the wound carefully, stitching it up with a practiced hand, his voice steady as he spoke.

"Just keep holding his hand," Saint said, his tone measured and controlled, designed to keep you focused and hopeful. "He’s a tough one, Y/N. This isn’t the first time I’ve patched him up, and I guess it won’t be the last."

"Will he be okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with worry.

Saint looked up from his work, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring gaze. "He’ll be fine," he said, his voice calm. "The puncture missed any major organs. He’ll need rest and time to recover, but he’ll be back to his old self soon enough. Let him stay here tonight, and if he’s stable enough by tomorrow, I’ll clear him to go home. I’ll continue his treatment there."

He paused for a moment, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Y/N, you can stay with him tonight, of course. Otherwise, he’ll probably rip my head off the second he wakes up."

A soft smile broke through your tension, a light in the midst of your exhaustion. "Thank you, Saint. I don’t know what we’d do without you."

Saint nodded, his expression shifting back to its usual seriousness. "Just doing my job. But make sure he rests—he’s been through hell, even if he won’t admit it."

Relief flooded through you as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss on H/N’s forehead. "You hear that?" you whispered, your lips brushing his skin. "You’re going to be okay." You knew the anesthesia had already pulled him into unconsciousness, but the words were for you, too—an affirmation.

Saint finished wrapping the last bandage with practiced care, stepping back to wipe his hands on a towel. "Keep a close watch on him, and if anything feels off, you let me know immediately."

You nodded, your eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Saint. We owe you."

"Now, let me quickly take care of your wound," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You had already forgotten about the wound Cobra had inflicted on your face with the knife. He assessed the injury carefully, his movements gentle and precise. After finishing, he said, "There won't be a scar. You don't need to worry about it. I'll give you an ointment to help the healing process. It's the same one you can use for H/N's wounds."

"Thanks again, Saint," you replied.

He gave you a rare, softened smile, his usual stoicism giving way for just a moment. "Take care of each other," he said gently, before turning to leave you alone with H/N.

Saint had left to update M/N1 and M/N2 about H/N’s condition, and it wasn’t long before they quietly entered the room. The tension from earlier had eased, but their expressions still held traces of concern.

"We’re so relieved that H/N is going to be alright," M/N1 said, his hand resting on your shoulder with a comforting grip.

M/N2 smiled warmly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And we’re really glad to have you back safe with us. It wasn’t the same, or should I say he wasn’t the same without you."

You smiled, feeling a wave of warmth at their words. "I’m happy to be back too. There were moments I didn’t think I’d ever see you all again." Your voice cracked slightly as you continued, "But thanks to all of you, I’m here, safe and sound."

M/N1’s expression grew serious as he bowed his head slightly, followed by M/N2. "We’re sorry you had to go through that. This won’t happen ever again."

"No need to apologize," you replied, your eyes welling up with emotion. "The important thing is that we all made it out, especially H/N." You glanced down at him, his still form reminding you how close the danger had come.

M/N2 nodded, his voice light with reassurance. "He’ll be his old self in no time. You’ll see."

M/N1 cleared his throat, drawing your attention back. "Y/N, we need to leave and handle the aftermath. Police, syndicate issues... you know the drill. But don’t worry. Saint’s got you covered, and we’ll send reinforcements soon. Is there anything you need before we go?"

You shook your head gently, your gaze soft as it rested on H/N. "Thank you, but all I need is right here beside me." Your fingers lightly brushed through his hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest calming you. "Please, go take care of everything. I’ll stay here with H/N. If anything happens, I’ll reach out to Saint."

M/N2 gave you a nod. "Alright. We’re leaving now. See you later."

With a final glance at H/N and a silent agreement between them, M/N1 and M/N2 quietly slipped out, leaving you to watch over the man who meant everything to you.

After M/N1 and M/N2 left, you settled in next to H/N, refusing to let your guard down even though the immediate danger had passed. His breathing had steadied, the deep flush of color gradually returning to his cheeks. With each gentle rise and fall of his chest, you felt a glimmer of hope grow stronger within you.

You absently stroked his hair, your fingers tracing through the strands as if reassuring yourself that he was really there, alive. The rhythm of his heartbeat, though faint, was like a steady anchor keeping you grounded.

Saint came in periodically to check on H/N, moving with the quiet efficiency you had come to expect from him. After one such check, he lingered for a moment longer than usual. "He’s a tough one," Saint said softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "But he’ll need you by his side, especially for the next few days."

You nodded, your voice filled with quiet determination. "I’ll be with him. Every step of the way."

Saint gave you a reassuring nod before slipping out once more, leaving you alone with H/N.

The night stretched on, but you didn’t feel the exhaustion that had earlier threatened to overwhelm you. Being here with him, despite everything, brought you a strange sense of peace.

With your hand in his, you sat by his side, watching over him. Even after everything you had endured, as long as you had him, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

To be continued...

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[kitsunexgari]

Chapter Three Summary: Galina Montanro, a nurse and reluctant heir to an Italian Mafia family, accompanies her boyfriend Lucas on a dangerous errand to a deserted warehouse in New York’s Chinatown, only to be thrust into a violent confrontation when Lucas doesn’t return as promised. As she infiltrates the warehouse to rescue him, Galina is captured by the Korean mafia, led by Hwang In-ho, who orchestrated the ambush as a calculated move to use her as a bargaining chip against her powerful father. Trapped and handcuffed in an unfamiliar location, Galina faces an uncertain fate, grappling with the harsh realities of her family’s criminal ties and the slim hope of rescue. Tags: Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mafia-type behavior, Organized crime, threatening language, death, blood, gore, bodily harm, extreme dub-con/non-con elements, oral sex, blow jobs, slapping, non-consensual drug usage, explicit language, gunshot wounds, definitely inaccurate medical care because I'm not a nurse. Notes: Please read this chapter with caution because it does get rather brutal. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of +18 and contains very dark elements. You’ve been warned. Additional Information: The character named as Seo-jun in this story is The Salesman/Recruiter (however you refer to him) I just thought it was much easier to give him a name. If you’re reading my other fic, Deep Cover, you’ll already know this part. Thanks for your understanding.

[Chapter One][Chapter Two]

“Are you really a virgin?” In-ho asked the moment they were back at her room. She turned to look at him wondering what the right answer was. She laughed softly and decided maybe it was best just not to answer at all. He grabbed her arm and stopped her from turning away from him. “Answer me, what did I say about speaking when you’re spoken to?” 

“I thought that was more of an option I had not mandatory.” 

“I asked you a question and you will answer it.” 

“Okay my answer is, none of your business.” 

He raised his hand like he was going to hit her again, but she didn’t flinch away. All she did was stare him down. She was still in those ridiculous heels so she was a bit taller than he was, which at least helped her give off the appearance of being more intimidating. He stared back at her, his hand trembling slightly as if he was trying to figure out if he should hit her or not before he let go of her and lowered his hand. 

“Does your father think you are?” 

“My father,” She chuckled and shook her head, “He believes the best of me even if I’m sure he logically knows what a girl does with her fiance when she moves in with him. Sorry, more accurately he moved in with me but you get the picture.” With that she walked towards the bathroom hoping that answer was enough to satisfy him but he followed after her. She tried to ignore him as she stepped up to the sink and started the water. The towel may have been good enough to get her clean on the surface level but she could still feel the cum on her face. A feeling that she hated as much as she liked. Lucas had never done anything like that, nor would he have ever entertained the thought of doing it to her in the first place. 

“Well, you could have lost your virginity and still not ever have given a blow job.” 

“What’s your point?” 

“The footage is much more…marketable if part of this is the truth.” 

“Marketable to who? I thought it was only going to my father.” 

“It’s going to anyone who…it gives us leverage.” 

“You said it’s going to get worse.” 

“It very much is.” 

“Right well, do whatever you have to, I’m not giving you any information about my family. It is what it is.” She splashed some hot water over her face and reached for the bar of soap on the counter. Though she never would have thought of herself as someone willing to fall on her own sword for the sake of her father’s empire, now that she was faced with that conundrum she knew that there was no way, in good conscience, that she could sell him out. It wasn’t something she wanted to be a part of but she respected him enough not to crumble his whole life because this guy or his little minion wanted to fuck her. Maybe even worse. She couldn’t live with betraying him but she could live with whatever they thought they were going to do with her. 

“You may want to reconsider that stance.” 

“I’ll think about it once you do something that I also feel scares or harms me enough that I don’t have a choice, but I’ll give you a hint, you’re never going to figure out what that is.” She finished washing her face and started to rinse it off. She heard him mutter something, probably in Korean, but he left soon after. It was annoying since she wanted to ask him if there were more comfortable clothes for her to change into but she guessed that she was lucky he was letting her wear anything at all. She dried her face and shut off the water before walking back out into the bedroom. Once she was there she took a seat on the bed and took off the ridiculous shoes. She tossed them across the room towards the door then walked over to the small dresser in there and started to go through it. As she had guessed there was nothing in any of the drawers to change into. On top of the dresser was a remote for the TV so she picked that up and relaxed back on the bed after turning it on. Hopefully she could find something to distract her enough that she didn’t have a complete nervous breakdown. 

At some point she had dozed off, but she wasn’t sure when that was. She’d been watching an old episode of South Park and the next thing she knew someone was shaking her awake. Her eyes opened to see a rather distraught woman there. Her shirt had some blood on it, so did her hands. There was a bit splattered over her face too. 

“What?” She finally managed to mutter. The woman looked kind of familiar, she was very pretty, but she was also Korean so there was almost no chance they had crossed paths before. Yet this felt kind of like deja vu in a way. 

“Uh…Seo-jun…hurt. You fix.” 

“What makes you think I can fix anything?” Then realized from the look on the woman’s face that she probably didn’t understand much of what she’d just asked, if she understood anything to begin with. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Can’t leave. Prisoner.” 

“It is fine…I will take you. Secret.” 

“Look-” 

“Please. Help him.” 

She sighed, not sure this was a good idea. She was also very unsure of how this woman knew that she was a nurse because if she had to guess that was why she was the one being asked. It was also supposed to be a secret for some reason though with the language barrier she didn’t think that she was going to get an explanation for this any time soon either. 

“Okay. Take me there.” 

The woman nodded and moved away from the bed so she could get up. They left the room together but once they were in the hall, the woman paused and looked both ways before continuing down the left side. She followed, keeping her eyes peeled as well, because she really didn’t want to think of what the consequences could be if she was caught, or this woman was. 

“Do you have a name?” She whispered. The woman turned to look at her, putting a finger to her lips in a motion to tell her to be quiet. “Name? You.” 

“Jeon-yun.” 

“Okay.” She nodded. It probably wouldn’t be incredibly helpful to know that but it helped a lot more to think of her as a person with a name than just some random woman who had pulled her out of bed. As they walked, she became aware that a lot of the lights were out. It was night time, after all, so maybe most of the people who were going to bed already had. Her stomach growled softly, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything to eat for dinner or breakfast or whatever time it was. She’d kind of lost track. 

There was no more speaking until they had gotten to the first floor and through the very large kitchen to another door. One that opened to stairs leading down. Was this going to be some kind of trap? Maybe In-ho had sent this woman into her room to test her. It would have been pretty elaborate, though, considering she was sure that the blood on Jeon-Yun’s shirt and face was real blood. At the bottom of the steps it became obvious that the basement was some kind of makeshift clinic. A fairly nice one, all things considered. She saw proper medical equipment here and there but it still wasn’t nearly as clean or organized as a hospital. They made their way to another room and sure enough, laying on the bed there, was Seo-jun. Still in his very nice suit from when she’d seen him before, he was clutching a towel over his chest near his shoulder. A towel that was soaked in blood. 

“What happened?” She asked. Seo-jun’s attention turned to her and then quickly to Jeon, who he yelled at in Korean. She didn’t seem intimidated by this at all as she yelled back at him. He rolled his eyes and groaned then looked back at her. 

“I was shot and they were told not to help me. If I die, I die.” He said after a moment.

“Shot by who?” 

“Does it matter?” 

“Well if no one is supposed to help you-” 

She was interrupted when Jeon-yun started to speak in Korean to him again, urgently, her tone sounded like she was pleading with him as well as explaining something. She really wished she understood any of this because maybe she’d be able to help more, but as it was, all she could do was stand there and listen to them bicker about whatever it was they had a problem with here. About a minute of this back and forth argument happened until Seo-jun put his hand up to silence the other woman and pulled himself into a sitting position. 

“She is saying that the other men were told not to help me but you were not so it’s not the same.” He explained, “I was attempting to explain to her why you may not be interested in that.” 

“Because of what happened…before?” 

“You think?” 

“Look, I’m a nurse so, I can’t just let you bleed to death if I’m here and I know about it. I’m going to need some supplies though so can you translate for me?” 

“You’re going to help?” 

“Did I fucking stutter?” 

“If they find out-” 

“Yeah, I’m sure there will be consequences but as I said, I’m a nurse. I don’t have to like you to know that it’s wrong to let you bleed to death if I can help it.” He stared at her for a moment, tilting his head almost like a confused puppy. No doubt he couldn’t comprehend why she’d want to help when it was such a great risk to her and he’d shoved his cock down her throat earlier for the purposes of blackmail and a porn video. Jeon-yun said something that got his attention and he nodded. 

“Okay sure, what do you need?” 

“Gloves, scalpel, suture kit, rubbing alcohol, a clean syringe, and whatever the strongest painkiller you have is. Any sort of opiate. Morphine, dilaudid, ketamine…” 

“I get the point but I don’t like that stuff.” 

“Like it or not if you move around while I get this bullet out you’re going to make things worse. Could you try to be slightly less difficult, we don’t have all the time in the world here.” 

“Fine.” He hissed and looked at Jeon-yun again. He started to speak in Korean and she could only assume that he was relaying the supply order. When he was done, Jeon-yun nodded and hurried out of there. She walked over to the bed to sit next to him as he laid back down. “How do you know you can fix this anyway?” 

“I don’t know that but I can assume that if this bullet had hit a major artery or something you’d have already bled out so there’s hope.” 

“If there’s any point where you think I…I will die, don’t…get her out of here first.” 

“Why?” 

“Just fucking do it.” 

“Okay, damn.” She rolled her eyes, “Move the towel I need to see how bad this is and you’re going to need to get that suit off. At least the top part. He stared at her for a long moment before pulling the towel away. The good news was that the wound wasn’t huge so she could assume that whatever gun had been used wasn’t a large caliber. She leaned forward and started to help him remove his blazer and shirt when he slapped her away with a growl letting her know he could do it himself. It was slow, but eventually he was stripped from the waist up and laying back on the bed. She leaned in to get a better look at the entry point. With his shirt off it was much easier to tell where the wound was and it seemed to be closer to his shoulder than his heart. 

“Am I going to die?” 

“I don’t know.” 

She didn’t think he would, her best guess was that this bullet had lodged in his collar bone which was why he hadn’t instantly died. Before he could ask anything else, Jeon-yun was back with all the supplies she had asked for in a plastic bin. She reached inside and grabbed the gloves pulling them on first before looking at the different vials of medication that had been brought in. 

“Do you keep IV equipment here, saline, stuff like that?” She asked as she loaded up one of the clean syringes with enough dilaudid to keep him calm and still while she cut the bullet out. 

“IV Equipment. Yes.” Jeon-yun said before he could give an answer then left to presumably go grab it. It seemed like they had everything they could need to give him the best outcome possible here. She applied some rubbing alcohol to a gauze pad and started to use it to disinfect his arm as she looked for a good vein to inject him. It would have been a lot easier with a tourniquet but there wasn’t one in the container and she didn’t have much time to waste waiting for that. After a moment of searching she felt as if she had located a good vein in his arm and stuck the needle in. When she pulled back on the plunger she found blood, it was a good enough flow to know she’d gotten it right. She then injected him as quickly as she could to get things moving but slowly enough that he wouldn’t get nauseous and possibly puke on her. 

“Fuck…” He groaned as he no doubt felt the medication hit him and do its job. 

“You’re telling me. Wish I could get a good dose of that right now.” 

Jeon-un came back with an IV stand, tubing, saline, and an IV port to be used. All of that was good for when she was done. She thanked the woman then grabbed some more alcohol, applying it to another gauze pad to clean the wound area to see better. Seo-jun snapped at her, sounding like he was in pain, but whatever he said was also in Korean so she had no idea what it meant. 

“Take a deep breath, this is going to hurt but it also shouldn’t take long.” 

“Maybe I would rather die.” 

“Very funny.” 

She grabbed the sterile packaging with the scalpel in it and pulled it open then she leaned down to make a small incision by the wound to widen it. Seo-jun hissed in pain, his hands clenching at the bedding under him. She was honestly surprised he didn’t punch her or push her away. When she was done, she grabbed the tweezers from the bin and jammed it into the wound until she found the bullet and was able to pull it out. By that point, Seo-jun had gone still. He was still breathing and definitely conscious but she was guessing that the medication she’d given him had finally made him so stoned he’d just kind of fallen out of it. With how glossy his eyes were that seemed like the most likely possibility. 

“You’re good, I got the bullet out so now I just need to stitch you up.” She told him. He laughed in a way that was definitely disconnected from reality. It was a good thing, since it meant that he wouldn’t be moving around as she stitched up the wound. Something she was able to make very quick work of because stitches were something she could do in her sleep. Removing a bullet was not, she had done it a few times for friends of the family who couldn’t go to a hospital after being shot, but it hadn’t been a regular occurance. He was lucky she had any experience with it at all. 

When he was all stitched up she cleaned the area again and grabbed a large bandage to press over the wound. She cleaned him up the best she could before picking up the IV port and finding a vein in his wrist to insert it. Then she got the bag of saline hung and going. She checked his pulse, it was weak but it was there. She turned to look at Jeon-yun who looked terrified beyond belief. 

“He is fine. A bit…dazed because of the medication.” She said and pointed at the vial of medicine she had used before. “But fine. Okay?” 

“Not going to die?” 

“No. But watch him. His breathing.” She said, putting her hand over his chest trying to explain what she meant. “I gave him a lot of medicine so he would keep still.” Jeon-yun seemed to understand what she was saying but also maybe a bit confused. There wasn’t much she could do at that point to translate because Seo-jun was way too out of it to comprehend what anyone was saying. 

“I take you back now.” Jeon-yun said, “To room.” 

“Yes. But come back and watch him. His breathing. Make him keep breathing.” 

“Breathing. Yes. I understand.” She nodded. 

The amount that she had given Seo-jun wasn’t inherently dangerous but it was a bit more than indicated for a typical dose, that, and she’d had to guess his weight which hadn’t been easy to do in the few seconds she’d had to do it. She knew that he would be fine as long as someone was there to monitor him for the rest of the night and make sure he kept breathing. She got up and followed Jeon-yun back up to her room in what seemed like an entirely convoluted path to get back. Once they were at the door, she saw it was still open so she headed inside to go to the bathroom and clean herself up. She didn’t know how she was going to explain the blood on her dress to In-ho in the morning but he was probably going to figure out what she did before he came and saw her. 

“I owe you. Big.” Jeon-yun said. 

“You don’t owe me anything I was just doing my job.” 

“No. No. You save him. Big favor. Promise. On my life.” 

“Okay, if you insist. You should get back. He needs to be watched.” 

“Yes, yes…breathing. Okay.” Jeon-yun nodded and hurried out of there. She watched the woman go then went back to washing up. Now that he wasn’t going to bleed to death, all they would really have to worry about was the possibility of an infection, which could be taken care of easily if it did happen. She dried off her hands on a towel and walked back to her bed where she collapsed. Though she hadn’t been sure how she was supposed to get back to sleep after something like that, she ended up falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. 

[todouswife]

im having writers block so bad rn i need someone to send me a prompt to write please. is anyone sees this i write for:

AMP members (i write best for fanum and duke)

most WWE superstars ( u can ask if u think i don't write for someone specific)

2nd + 3rd gen kpop idols

marvel cast

jjk

demon slayer

tokyo rev

fairy tale

fire force

inuyasha

genshin impact

i will do fluff, nsfw, angst and comfort.