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Hierarchy (Part 13 - Finale)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Pairing: Mafia Changbin x Reader

Word Count: 9.2k

Genre: Mafia Au, slow burn romance, friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, violence, guns, kidnapping, torture, murder, death, blood, gore, medical terms, drinking, unprotected sex (don't be dumb), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie,

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close. You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

You stopped in the open doorway feeling like your feet were stuck in wet cement, no matter how much you wanted to move in either direction you couldn't, intense fear fell over you again and it felt like it was an hour before Binnie noticed your hesitation and closed the door quickly engulfing you in a hug.

"I told you you don't need to prove a thing to any of us" he spoke soothingly into the crown of your head his words muffled by the blood rushing to your ears as your mind replayed the last time you were in a room with the man who used to be your boss "We all know how brave you are you have proved it again and again, you don't have to do this". Tears were making your vision blurry as you began gasping for breathe the world disappearing to be replaced with the memories of the gut wrenching fear that they would hurt you, that Mingi would catch you, that Changbin wouldn't be fast enough to save you.

"Alright baby we're going and Hannie is going to make sure he hurts no one again" he continued his fingers rubbing small circles into your back as your knees almost gave way. Bin swallowed hard and moved to bring your arms around his neck which you allowed even though you couldn't really register his words. "I'm going to carry you baby I need you to hold on to me, can you do that".

When nothing but a whimper crossed your lips Bin held your back and swung your legs up his arms holding you safely against his chest as he turned back towards the other two who looked agonizingly at how terrified and pained you looked.

"I'm going to destroy him for you princess" Han almost snarled his eyes going cold as a switch flick inside his head, you heard him speak but could only blink continual fat tears down your face.

"You go with Bin princess" Hyunjin smiled softly his hand reaching out and petting your heair "we will do the rest".

"As long as it's drawn out" Bin muttered to them both above your head "I don't need to finish it".

"You sure?" Hyunjin asked slightly suspicious but aware that it could be a whole day before you were alright again.

"Yeah let Han do his thing, he will get it done" he nodded moving you back up the corridor and out of the vault without a word to anyone.

"'Sorry" you mumbled as he sat finally sat you on his bed your eyes a tear falling from you eyes as you looked up at him, he wiped it away with his thumb looking at you softly. You opened your mouth to say more but only a strangled noise emitted from your throat, making him sigh heavily.

"You never need to apologize for not being able to do something I should have fought harder against you doing in the first place" he whispered gently leaning down to kiss your forehead as he continued to hold you tightly against him.

"I let you down" you hiccupped trying to calm your breathing down but you were still to freaked out to make your body cooperate.

"You have never and will never let me, Lix, Han or the others down doll" he gently rocked you back and forth loosening your grip around his neck as he started to slide you onto the bed beside him.

"Now I'm going to lay you right here and then I will lock the door and comeback to hold you" he told you carefully as you nodded through the tears still running down your face. Binnie got up and moved across the room to lock the door while you laid on your side in the fetal position watching him, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor with a soft thud he pulled the covers down and picked you up again laying you facing him as he covered the both of you with his quilt and pulled you to his chest. He rubbed his hands up and down your back not saying a word, just waiting for you to go through the emotions you needed to until you were either able to speak to him properly or you fell asleep from emotional exhaustion. When your sniffling and tears finally stopped you were still clinging to his shirt with a strong grip, he carefully opened each finger massaging your hands and forearms before pulling you tighter against him your nose nuzzled in against his throat so you could feel his heartbeat under your cheek and hear his breathing.

"You still with me baby doll" he murmured buy your eyes were too heavy to answer your whole body felt like lead but you knew you were safe so you just sighed softly as he hummed quietly to help you fall properly to sleep feeling you relax into his arms.

Stepping back into the vault Changbin's blood was colder than ice he wanted nothing more than to make both of them suffer even more for how broken you had looked in the moment he met your eyes back at your office and again when he had opened that door for you to enter behind him. He was also furious at himself he had let you get in that position and he would take that anger out on them as well, stalking down the hallway even Chan gave him a wide birth as he passed towards the room where he know Han wouldn't have killed Kim yet since he was so set on making him suffer for as long as phyically possible. Knocking the screams because cries of pain as Hyunjin opened the door blood dripping from his safety goggles before he instantly stepped aside for him to enter Han stopping mid cut with his scalpel as he caught sight of him.

"Hey big guy" Han grinned his eyes sparkling "Where's your pretty little wifey?"

"Upstairs she needs rest" he growled back terrifyingly, with even Han's eyes widening slightly at the sight of how dangerous he must have looked.

"m' pet still here" Kim gurgled faintly blood dripping from his lips from the injuries that he had already suffered.

"My wife" he snarled ferally pulling Kim's head back viciously by the hair to show him the venom that he put into his words "is not your fucking anything".

Circling round the front on the chair Kim was still strapped to he could see the damage that Han had inflicted in all it's glory, eyes held open with wire speculums, shirt cut away but still blood soaked and his abdomen sliced open in several places, organs dangling from the large wounds clipped with surgical clamps to stop the possibility of him bleeding on before they wanted him too.

"What do you think?" Hyunjin asked proudly "Think Hannie's really outdone himself here"

"He has, but are you done? because I can wait until you have finished up whatever you have decided to do" Changbin smirked taking in the surprisingly small pool of blood and surgical tools littering the floor.

"Oh the only thing left is to let the clamps out for him to bleed out? but I was waiting for the morphine to wear off so he can feel everything" Han cackled his eyes truly deranged.

"We didn't want him dying halfway through so he's had enough to make it painful but bearable, letting him watch up cut him open" Hyunjin smiled wickedly gesturing to the large blood splattered mirror behind them.

"Well then I guess we have some time to kill" Changbin laughed darkly watching Kim closely his expression growing even darker as Kim tried to speak.

"I was thinking maybe we could actually remove the organs and see how long it takes for him to die?" Han suggested suddenly "your goddess of a wife did say eyeballs, skin and spleens after all". Hyunjin laughed darkly as he watched the two of them continue to torture Kim until his phone vibrated, pulling it from his pocket he saw a text from Felix letting him know that he was distracting you by taking you out with most of the others.

You woke up wrapped tightly in a quilt the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows and no Changbin, blinking you lifted your head a little shuffling the quilt down to your shoulders you found yourself looking at Felix sitting on the couch across the room playing on his phone quietly when he looked up at your puffy face he frowned sympathetically and stood beginning to make his way over to you before he stopped.

"Am I allowed to come sit with you bubs? I know you have been through so much today" he asked sounding and looking worried.

"Can I have a cuddle" you croaked your throat dry from crying.

"Of course you can bubs" Felix breathed looking relieved as he slipped under the covers with you and snuggled into you. "I was so worried when Bin appeared downstairs looking like he was going to burn the whole city to the ground".

"I'm sorry, I disappointed him" you sighed sadly.

"Absolutely not bubs, you would never let him down" Felix soothed stroking your hair "He was angry with himself".

"I don't want him to be angry Lix" you pouted feeling stupid that you caused such a scene and had taken Binnie away from his work.

"It's good he angry now bubs he's down with Han and Hyunjin working so anger is helpful there" Felix tried to lift your mood slightly.

"I disappointed all of you" you sighed continuing to pout.

"You didn't do that either, how about you go take a nice hot shower and I will take you somewhere nice to take your mind off everything?" Felix smiled hopefully squeezing you slightly to make you look up at him. He gave you his normal dazzlingly sweet smile that he knew would make you agree to just about anything.

"Would that be safe Lix?" you asked slowly mulling the idea over.

"Of course bubs, you would be with me and also nearly all of the Ateez crew are either dead or downstairs waiting to get extra dead" Felix squeezed you again.

"Alright" you smiled softly thinking it would be nice to go out even if it was only for a little while, you were dreading the first time you would leave the company since the last time had been traumatic and horrendous but if Felix was beside you the whole time you would definitely be safe.

"I can see those cogs spinning, we can ask Jeongin and Seungmin to come too if you like or Chan and Minho or all of them" Felix beamed "but first shower and outfit, you need to look like a billion dollars". He pulled you up out of the bed and led you into the bathroom turning on the water and then turning to leave with a mumble about if they had anything in your size. Felix had reappeared as you were brushing your hair out, still dressed in Binnie's robe, his arms holding two different garment bags and a plain white gift bag.

"Lixie, what are those?" you almost laughed as he laid them on Binnie's bed.

"What would you rather floor length or mini? You will look incredible in both but it's up to is you want to show your arms or your legs" he explained.

"I guess it would be better not to show my arms since my wrists are still bruised" you mumbled.

"Fucking cunts" Felix growled lowly before he handed you one of the bags "put that on and I will find you some shoes then I will be back".

"Lix I have shoes!" you yelled after him as he made a speedy exit from the room allowing you to unzip the garment bag and reveal a navy blue mini dress with long sleeves which would cover your wrists so no one would be the wiser but you were a little concerned about the length of the skirt. You decided to put it on anyway slipping the dress over your head and doing up the zipper as best you could knowing that Lix could help you get it done up for you.

"You decent?" he called through the door knocking against it.

"Yes, but I need help with the zipper" you called back as he came in holding a shoe box, his eyes widening with joy as he took in how you looked. You turned to let him finish zipping you up before you turned back to give him an inquisitive look "Why do you have garment bags full of dresses and women's shoes in sizes that none of you could wear?"

"Well sometimes we have guests that need a change of clothes and sometimes they need replacements... you know what you can ask Chan why I'm sure he would love to explain it" Lix blushed pink before opening the shoebox to give you a pair of silver crystal covered high heels.

"Lee Felix, these shoes cost a fortune I can't wear these!" you balked at the designer shoes he had placed in your hands.

"Well unless you are going shoe less I would say you are bubs" he replied cheekily looking you over "You look amazing bubs, truly beautiful".

"Is it just us going to this mystery place? you asked softly the compliment making your heart flutter while he picked up the gift bag he dropped onto the bed earlier.

"No I have roped in Chan, Minho and Seungmin. Jeongin still has some work he needs to get done for Han and Hyunjin so there will be the four of us to keep you safe, including the biggest scariest boss of them all" he teased to keep you smiling.

"Channie isn't scary" you laughed as he offered you his arm to led you from the room.

"Channie isn't scary to you but fucking Bang Chan is bubs" he laughed loudly leading you down to the meeting room where the others were sitting around and Jeongin was hunched over his laptop until the door opened and he saw you walk in.

"Woah noona" Jeongin whooped making the others turn to you, they had seen you in plenty of dresses in the time that you had casually seen them over the last few years so you weren't sure what the big deal was.

"Noona? when did that happen?" Seungmin waggled his eyebrows playfully at Jeongin who just shrugged.

"Wow you look incredible kitten" Minho whistled making your face heat up.

"You have all seen me in dresses before" you sassed trying to not show the effect the compliments were having on you.

"True but none have looked that good" Chan smiled "Bin was smart to keep you hidden from the rest of us".

"Stop, stop, stop" you mumbled waved your hands "too much, I'll get all shy and stuff".

"Last thing is jewelry bubs" Lix grinned sitting you on the end of the couch beside Seungmin as he began pulling boxed from the gift bag. You hadn't noticed that they were all dressed in nicer suits than they normally wore which made you feel even more shy about how you looked since they all looked gorgeous.

"Let me guess this another of those we keep spares like the clothes thing?" you raised your eyebrows at him.

"No this is a money is easier to hide in jewels than in banks kind of thing" he smirked as you rolled your eyes "Here put this on your ring finger and let me put this necklace on you". Lix handed you a stupidly big diamond ring to wear that when you slid it onto your ring finger was a little loose before he stood to clasp the fine chain around your neck.

"This ring is too loose Felix, I'll lose it" you carefully took it from your finger to give it back.

"Oh yeah I'll give you a smaller one then" he said casually digging through boxes until he found another diamond solitaire that fit you better.

"Lix this ring is ridiculous" you stared at it dumbfounded.

"That's the point bubs have to make it look like you really are a mafia wife" Lix snickered.

"Where are we going anyway?" Seungmin asked looking between the guys.

"I was thinking of the rooftop at Victory but I will take suggestions" Felix shrugged putting his hand out for you to help you stand.

"How about Novel?" Minho asked "None of us have been there for a while, its smack bang in the middle of our territory and its elite so none of the people that we don't want to see will be there"

"Sounds good" Felix smiled "I'm going to text Changbin to tell him where we're going so he doesn't worry".

"Come on little one" Chan offered his arm as he led the way to the garage letting you slip your shoes on before you made your way into the stairwell.

"You sure Binnie won't mind Lix?" you asked one last time feeling a little nervous.

"Nope he won't mind at all, we will take good care of you" he assured you happily.

"I know Lix that's not the bit he will get mad about" you rolled your eyes again as Chan helped you get into one of the black sedans watching as Felix ignored your statement completely.

"Why don't you just call him" Chan suggested softly making you feel stupid for not thinking of that yourself.

"I'm not sure why I didn't think of that Channie" you frowned pulling your phone from your bag

"Because it has been a hard day for you" Chan smiled at fondly.

"This is why we are taking you out to get you completely shitfaced and have fun" Minho chuckled slipping in the other side of the car from you. Pulling your phone out you dialed Binnie not sure he would even be able to answer if he was working.

Changbin smirked as your name popped up on his screen interrupting the discussion of which organs have the least use in the body and could be pulled out first which was getting narrowed down to spleen, stomach, liver, intestines and kidneys.

"Hey baby doll, are you feeling better?" he smiled into the phone as he watched Kim try his hardest to listen in as you told him where you were going.

"Yes Lix is taking me out somewhere, well Lix, Channie, Mino and Minnie are taking me somewhere" you clarified "I just wanted you to know where I was"

"You are allowed to do anything in the world you want to baby?" He purred almost suggestively as Han and Hyunjin both smiled sadistically as their victim.

"Binnie!" you giggled trying not to get embarrassed.

"I have a little more work with Han and Hyunjin to get done but let me know when you get back alright" He turned to watch Kim through the mirror as though he was not trying to add to his mental torture.

"Oh you're with them now?" you nervously asked making him know you were happy to play along if he wanted you too while Han waved at the phone.

"I am, Han is waving" he chuckled dangerously "Did you want me to put you on speaker?". You hummed in a way he knew you weren't totally alright before he let you speak again.

"Say hi to Hannie for me" you mumbled "I don't want him to hear me".

"That is absolutely fine baby, you have already been so brave, you deserves to go out and have fun" he smirked again watching Kim try desperately to make any sort of noise loud enough for you to acknowledge.

"Love you Binnie" you smiled hearing his breath hitch as her heard your words

"I love you baby" he grinned watching Kim's face fall looking even more destroyed than before pressing the call end button his eyes meeting Han's in the mirror who looked so pleased with himself he might combust.

"I think he's feeling it now" Hyunjin snarked lifting Kim's head to watch his expression.

"Give him another half an hour I reckon" Han's eyes glinted manically just to be sure.

You really did feel like a mafia queen as Chan opened the car door for you and helped you to step out of the car offering you his arm, as the security and people outside the bar noticed them and therefore you instantly. You seemed to be grabbing attention with every step you took from the car, the staff ushered the group of you inside and towards the VIP elevator to take you to the top floor, when the elevator doors opened the whole bar seemed to stop as Chan stepped out with you holding his arm and Minho, Felix and Seungmin behind you. Felix helped you into the booth making sure you were in the middle of all of them so you would feel safe and Minho ordered a round of drinks and a bottle of champagne as soon as a waiter appeared as you looked around the room at the beautiful art that decorated the walls.

"This place isn't owned by any of the crews, its neutral ground you could say" Seungmin smiled as you looked in awe at the view that was behind you.

"Well it's beautiful regardless" you smiled brightly.

"We thank you sincerely for the compliment Mrs Bang" a plump man who you hadn't noticed before said making you almost flinch as Felix squeezed your knee under the table.

"Not Mrs Bang" Chan corrected easily "Mrs Seo".

"My deepest apologies Mrs Seo, I would not seek to cause any offence to you or your husband" he bowed his head.

"None taken" you smiled softly as the waiter returned with a bottle of champagne and five glasses.

"As you know Mr Bang, we are grateful for your patronage as always and hope that tonight will be enjoyed without any unnecessary distractions" he murmured quietly.

"We are here to enjoy ourselves and keep Mrs Seo entertained there is nothing to be concerned about" Chan chuckled as he bowed again and scuttled away.

"Like I said neutral, we all behave while we are here since its owned by several politicians who could make our lives harder if they wanted to" Seungmin finished his explanation to you as Lix handed you a glass of champagne.

"So when should we start planning the wedding" Minho joked just about making you drop the glass.

"Mino" you snapped softly "We haven't even been whatever we are for a month yet".

"Yeah, Minho it's more likely she's going to get knocked up first" Seungmin drawled.

"Well they have been going at it like rabbits" Minho teased you further making you flustered at the memory that they had all heard you earlier.

"You two are just jealous" Lix laughed as you squirmed in your seat.

"No way I couldn't think of anything worse that fucking Changbin" Seungmin shot back making a face as you dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"No but Minho here is deffinatly annoyed it's not him getting laid" Chan shrugged his dimples showing as he picked on his second.

"We are all are pissed about that, fucking hell how irritating is it that Seo is the one who got a wife first" Minho dramatically sighed making you laugh even harder.

"I'm sure you guys struggle so much in the getting laid department" you sassed between giggles "Seeing how you are so wildly unattractive".

"Hey, it is a struggle sometimes" Seungmin countered his smile telling you the exact opposite of his words.

"Yeah it must be hard for you to have to turn down women all the damn time" you smirked as they laughed "is that why you have stashes of women's clothes at the company?.

"Um, sort of" Chan chuckled not elaborating further than that.

"So now this is all over, I guess we need to find you another job huh?" Lix asked bumping his shoulder against yours.

"Yeah I almost forgot about that" you paused sipping your drink.

"Jeongin and I have found a few options for you that are similar to what you already did" Seungmin grinned as you looked at him fondly.

"Is each of those outside of the... um company?" you questioned hoping that you would be able to go back to some sort of routine fairly quickly.

"Yeah each of them is offsite" Seungmin winked playfully making you giggle again as the wine began going straight to your head.

"Good, I can be a useful person again" you continued smiling brightly.

"Right we are going to need to order some food or she is going to be drunk in five minutes flat" Felix laughed gesturing for the waiter who was beside him instantly to provide whatever he asked for.

"Shut up will not" you pouted proving his point as they all laughed at you.

"But on a serious note you will stay with Bin now that this is over" Minho asked looking at you with more intensity "we need to know if we need to prepare"

"I want to be with him regardless of anything that you guys do, I don't think I could ever be without him" you replied honestly.

"Well fuck there goes your shot up in flames" Chan smirked making Minho narrow his eyes at him.

"Well a toast is in order then" Felix smiled happily "To our queen who will stay with us until the end" their glasses all clinked against yours as you took another mouthful of wine, your eyes brightening as food started making its way towards the table.

While waiting for the morphine to wear off enough for Han's liking Hyunjin had brought Changbin in to finish up Mingi, both Han and Hyunjin had agreed very early on that although they were the ones who would make them suffer he was the one to finish it. Mingi was being kept in of of the smaller 'medical' rooms which they had in the vault in case people needed proper patching up between rounds of questioning, he hadn't asked why because he didn't care why but when Hyunjin lead him in he was thrilled with their work.

"Just kill me already" Mingi groaned from the gurney he was partially strapped to, tubes and drip lines hooked up all over his body.

"That's why Changbin's here Mingi, you get to die now just like the rest of your crew" Hyunjin replied a little too happily for it to appear natural.

"Where's my uncle, my cousin?" he demanded albeit weakly.

"Cousin is dead" Hyunjin shrugged "Your uncle is currently bleeding to death very very slowly".

"You're a bunch of psycho cunts to you know that. All this for one little cunt, and not even a pretty cunt at that?" he grimaced as he tried to sit up a bit.

"Stop moving you should know you cant by now" Hyunjin rolled his eyes exasperatedly "You are up Changbin".

Mingi was strapped across his shoulders not to keep his from causing problems but to keep him upright, Han had done an excellent job in removing both of Mingi's hands and forearms, amputating them through his elbow joint, an procedure that was obviously related to the bruising you had shown them on your wrists. Smirking to himself he pulled the hand gun he always carried out and flicked the safety off.

"Any last words not that any one will give a fuck" he growled aiming between his eyes, trying not to show how angry Mingi's words made him.

"Fuck you and that cunt of a wife" Mingi spat glaring up at him.

"Well I am going to fuck her after this but thanks for your concern about my wife's pretty little cunt" Changbin smirked pulling the trigger and putting Mingi down like a rabid animal.

"One down, one to go" Hyunjin sang amused as his associates came in to get rid of Mingi's corpse.

"What did you do with his arms?" he asked as the pair walked back to the observation room.

"Oh we kept them, were going to use them when we put the bodies out Han took great pleasure in totally skinning them while Mingi watched" Hyunjin replied "I think they are in the freezer".

"I love that you don't really know where we are keeping random body parts" he chuckled as Hyunjin scratched the back of his neck looking sheepish. Opening the door they found Han once again spewing bullshit to make Kim's end a little bit worse.

"So I understand the appeal believe me she is beautiful and so sweet but the thing that I like the best is how fucking hot she sounds when she cums. This morning the big guys was railing her into the mattress and she made the sweetest noises" Han babbled holding up Kim's head so he could see his mutilated body in the mirror.

"What are you blabbering about now?" Hyunjin sighed pretending he was bored as the pair of them walked back into the room.

"Just telling our guest about how good the big guy's wife sounds when she cums on his cock" He giggled letting Kim's head fall as he let go of the grip he had on his hair. "How's Mingi, happy as ever?"

"Dead" Hyunjin shrugged "Changbin put him down like the piece of shit he was, but not before he insulted our princess again".

"Fucking maggot, whole bloodline has no manners then" Han spat looking at Kim's barely conscious form "I say we do it now before he goes into shock. I want him to see himself die".

"How do you want to do this then?" He asked still watching Kim as his head lolled almost lifelessly against his chest.

"I'm thinking spleen, intestines, liver then we just start taking off the clamps? I don't want to have to get the bolt cutters to crack open his rib cage It's too much work for too little fun" Han explained as though dissecting a live person was a totally normal and mundane thing to do.

"Sure Han, you do you" he shrugged still looking at Kim before turning back to Hyunjin "any objections?"

"Nah, but let me get some buckets before Minho loses his shit again about the cleaning up" Hyunjin smiled grabbing buckets from the corner of the room and placing them under the chair. "If you could at least pretend to aim for the buckets Han"

"I can do that" He smiled toothily picking up his scalpel again before making a few fast cuts and holding up Kim's spleen triumphantly before chucking it unceremoniously into one of the buckets.

The painful wheezes and whimpers that were starting to cease escaping Kim's mouth as him blood ran freely into the buckets that Hyunjin had placed under the chair. He had been watching Kim for the past almost hour but as soon as the surgical clamps were released properly he knew it was going to be a short but painful show. Han had already called his guys about getting the other corpses off ice and back into the fridge unit so they could prepare their little spectacle for that night.

"I thought it would be done in like thirty seconds" Han frowned impressed.

"Same but I guess you did miss the femoral for a reason" Hyunjin nodded sagely.

'I think he will be gone in another fifteen max" He chuckled watching Kim finally go limp the blood still draining out of him just slower now that his heart had stopped.

"So between this and what we did to Mingi for you it should show the whole fucking planet not to fuck with you and princess" Han snickered poking Kim in the eye to test if he was really dead for good measure.

"Dude" Hyunjin laughed "This is why people think your a psycho"

"I gotta say I think all the murder doesn't really help" he added watching Han and Hyunjin release the bindings on Kim and let him slump to the floor with a heavy wet thud. "I'm going back up to see if Chan and the others are back yet you guys have fun".

"Oh we fucking will" Hyunjin grinned helping Han drag Kim towards the the edge of the tarp to roll him up for transport.

When you returned to the company you were feeling lighter than you had since the whole mess had begun, you were going to be safe and you were going to be with Changbin it was everything you could have wanted. Well it was everything you could have wanted aside from the murder, mayhem, crime syndicate, potential complications of said crime syndicate an the fact that the love language of the whole group seemed to be loyalty and taking the piss out of each other. But it made you feel strangely at home although you weren't entirely sure that wasn't the alcohol buzzing through your system. Heading back into the meeting room you made a bee line for one of the couches plopping yourself down while Felix and Seungmin went back to work.

"I'm going to make you a coffee kitten" Minho sighed looking at your lounged figure on the couch.

"Thank you Minooo" you sang back to him.

"Noona's tipsy or actually drunk" Jeongin asked quietly leaning towards Felix.

"Tipsy if she was drunk she would be telling you how cute you are and that she loves you" Felix smirked as you sat back up to pull the large ring off and the necklace that Felix had put on you earlier and dropping them onto the table with a clatter.

"I'm not even that tipsy" you pouted as Felix rolled his eyes.

"Did you or did you not say that out of the rest of us me and Chan are the most fuckable?" Felix teased.

"No comment" you sighed tucking your legs under you so you could lean against the arm of the couch making Chan strip out of his jacket and drape it across your lower half.

"Here drink think and lets get you a little more sober before Changbin gets made at us" Minho sighed with faux annoyance.

"Well that's no fun" you teased sticking your tongue out at him while he tried to hide his smile.

Changbin returned to the meeting room to find Felix and the others looking into police routes and officers they could pay to not be in the dump site location at the time that Han and Hyunjin's guys would need to be there and for at least and hour to get all of the bodies off loaded and dealt with. Felix was looking into street camera locations so he could successfully have them all disabled when he needed to and Seungmin was looking into ways to have disturbances cause in other parts of the city to divert man power towards further away locations. You however were laying on your side on the couch Chan's jacket draped over your legs as he and Minho discussed the job opportunities that you could have both within the syndicate and outside.

"Did you have fun baby?" he interrupted enjoying the excited look on you face when you turned to him.

"Binnie" you got up immediately and threw your arms around him.

"Where did this dress come from?" he chuckled as you let him spin you around.

"Felix" you grinned "do you like it?".

"I like anything you wear, I prefer taking off what you are wearing" He smirked as you smacked his arm and glared "Can you give us a minute baby, I don't want you hearing the details this time? Give us maybe 10 minutes".

"Sure, I'll be in the kitchen then" you nodded leaving the room quickly.

"Everything tied up down stairs? no loose ends" Chan turned to him expectantly.

"I dealt with Mingi, Han had created his own masterpiece with Kim" he answered darkly "Have to admit this is probably his most vicious work yet".

"How do you mean?" Minho queried a small smirk on his face.

"He cut Mingi's arms off" he shrugged as the entire room just stopped to stare at him "I'm not sure Felix wants to know what he did to Kim but it was like I said a masterpiece".

"Holy fucking shit" Minho barked in surprise.

"Fucker deserved it" Jeongin shrugged "I treated and bandaged her arms when you guys were out and they looked terrible".

"Should have cut his dick off while they were at it" Felix muttered bitterly making Chan laugh loudly.

"What's funny?" Han announced walking in behind Hyunjin both cleaned up and in sweats.

"Bin was telling us one of our guest lost an arm or two" Chan sniggered.

"Oh yeah fucker was lucky I didn't skin him instead of just his arms but I knew the big guy needed to end it" Han grinned flopping himself down beside Minho as Hyunjin say himself beside Seungmin.

"Mingi was excellent but Kim, that was a level of pain I have never seen you do" Hyunjin smiled proudly.

"Oh yeah so what I did was..." Han started excitedly gesturing to his own face.

"Nope, nope, nope where are my headphones" Felix yelped loudly as Jeongin chucked them across the table while Han whined, sliding them him place on his head Felix went back to work allowing Han to proceed.

"I got some of those eye clamps from the doctor and I pinned his eyes open while I made him watch me pull his organs out!" Han's toothy grin was a stark contrast to the words he had just uttered making even Chan look concerned.

"You pulled his organs out?" Seungmin clarified.

"Well not totally to begin with I didn't want him dying until I was sure that Bin was going to be happy about his level of suffering but after that I cut out his spleen, liver and part of his intestines they are all in buckets so clean up won't be too hard" He explained looking at them happily "Where is princess?".

"She is in the kitchen and how do you go from organs to noona in a single breath?" Jeongin asked looking concerned still.

"It's not important they are dead and my princess is safe and in a couple of hours were done and dusted" Han shrugged.

"You didn't want her knowing the gory details?" Hyunjin asked tilting his head

"We took her out and she is happy and you want her to hear about organs and amputations" Minho laughed.

"That is true, it would be better to keep her happy this morning she looked almost as scared as when I found her" Hyunjin frowned as Felix slowly lowered his headphones to check if it was safe.

"The declarations of love worked a treat though" Han joked "Kim looked shattered".

"She thought she had let us all down and was scared of what had happened and also that we were disappointed" Felix chimed seeing that they were past the gore and back into the normal.

"She is never going to disappoint us, she's too loyal for that" Seungmin added.

"I'm glad you all seem to trust her because I need to clear something with you all" he cleared his throat "I asked her to stay".

"We all pretty much knew that mate" Chan chuckled.

"I know but I still want you to have a say over it, we always do everything by vote and this isn't different" he sighed.

"I'm not even guessing when I say all of us are happy for her to move in, stay for as long as she wants and if things change we can just add another wing" Chan shrugged easily.

"Is this because she calls you Channie now" Minho waggled his eyebrows at Chan.

"No you fucking twat it's not" Chan replied deadpanned.

"Oh it so is! better add our fearless leader to the list of replacements" Han chirped.

"Fuck off you psycho what did I say about telling me what order you guys want to fuck her in?" he groaned.

Having played around on your phone and looked through your socials you figured it was safe to head back into the meeting room now so you headed back towards the room opening the large doors without even knocking and walking in. You smiled seeing all of them there laughing at something Binnie was being dramatic over, but you noticed Innie was still working and so was Lix as the others sat around.

"Hold up there is an order?" Hyunjin laughed while Han pouted about whatever had just been said.

"Yeah Lix first, then I still reckon Minho, me, you, Seungmin, Chan and finally Jeongin" Han cackled not even noticing you in the room let alone that you had wandered over beside Jeongin to check out what he was doing.

"Nope, Hannie your on the end of that list not the middle, sorry" you shrugged making Jeongin snort as Han whipped his head towards your voice.

"What? Why? You love me!" Han protested pouting cutely.

"I love you to little bits and pieces but that doesn't mean I would ever fuck you" you smirked not looking up at him which set of a chorus of loud laughter. Jeongin had scribbled a bunch of haphazard, times, names and streets on a piece of paper which you could clearly see was meant to be plans for tonight so without making a sound you reached over to grab the note book you had been working in earlier and flipped it open writing the notes in a clearer to understand way.

"Innie is this a three or a five?" you pointed to the paper sitting in the chair beside him.

"Hmm? a five" he nodded flicking his eyes between his laptop and the paper.

"The you are missing a window of 20 minutes between 2:40 and 3:00" you frowned looking over the times again to make sure you had written them all correctly "See if there is a patrol on the Southern side at 2:30 then there should be an overlapping one on the Eastern side since all the others do". You pointed to the map he was looking at and put the times beside him.

"Are you totally sure you want an outside job?" Seungmin asked smiling widely "You potentially saved our arses there and you don't even realize it".

"Innie would have seen it" you clicked your tongue as Jeongin looked back at his laptop calculating quickly.

"I mean yeah but you saw it first and you are a natural" Seungmin continued.

"No offence but I would prefer not to work for you" you sighed "it's easier to feel like I have a tiny semblance of normal if I work in a normal office doing just normal office things".

"You don't need to justify yourself little one" Chan reassured you as your eyes flicked down to the notepad again as Jeongin scribbled times again.

"Thanks noona" Jeongin murmured making you smile and make your way over to Binnie who was more than happy to pull you into his side his fingers marking the velvet as he gripped your hips.

"Binnie, be careful of your arm" you whispered.

"It's fine, but you can play nurse later and check it if that will make you happy" he groaned playfully.

"Changbin says he has asked you to stay" Chan interrupted looking to you as you whipped your head to look at him wide eyed. You knew Binnie would mention it to the rest of them but you didn't think it would be quite that fast.

"Yeah he did" you confirmed as nerves erupted in your stomach.

"Have you agreed? Because we will need to organize getting all of the non-damaged stuff from your apartment and severing your lease if you are" Chan smiled making you let go of the breathe you were unaware you were holding.

"If none of you mind I would like to stay" you smiled hopefully.

"At this point I would be worried that certain people wouldn't let you leave" Chan chuckled gesturing towards Han and Felix . You smiled fondly at the guys who had so quickly gone from strangers to total family, their frightening outer layers that they displayed to the rest of the world completely shed in front of you.

"Next step would be picking which job you want, if you want one that is" Bin sighed kissing your earlobe.

"What do you mean if? I need a job Binnie" you scoffed.

"Well you don't really, not if you don't want one" he shrugged his non injured arm trailing up and down your side.

"Because that is practical how would I buy the things I need?" you sighed looking at the ceiling.

"I'll buy everything you could ever want or need, that's my job now anyway providing for you" he chuckled the others watching you curiously.

"I'm sorry I thought you were my boyfriend not my father or my husband" you sarcastically shot back moving from his lap to stand up.

"Well not your father, but marry me and then I would be your husband and I could give you everything you wanted" he smirked as your eyes widened and the noise in the room stopped completely.

"Binnie I was being serious" you sighed rolling your eyes.

"So was I baby" his smirk grew as you realized he was being serious before you pursed your lips your eyes narrowing.

"Hmm no" you smiled sarcastically before you turned walking from the room to go and find coffee and perhaps Mrs Choi so you could have an actual conversation without any sort of stupidity.

"Nice job big guy!" Han garbled through his mouthful of snack that he had found somewhere.

"You're an idiot" Felix rolled his eyes looking between the two of them.

Back in Changbin's room you started going through the things that you would need to bring from your old apartment, obvious things like your clothes were easy but your furniture and other things were harder. There was nothing you actually needed to bring, you had been given a room that was fully furnished and you spent a huge amount of time in Binnie's room anyway. You also had full use of the kitchen and although there were staff that they guys employed and you still cleaned up after yourself there was nothing in your apartment that you needed to bring for the kitchen either. The whole thing was feeling more stressful than you thought it would be moving into a place that you couldn't actually contribute to. When Binnie finally returned it was late and you were still writing lists of things you would need to replace, donate or throw away.

"What are you doing that has you frowning so much?" he asked as he paused in the doorway.

"I just realized how little I actually need to bring with me and it feels like I am taking advantage" you mutter as you squint at the words you just wrote.

"How are you taking advantage? Is this because I said I would buy everything because I won't if that makes you feel bad" you walked to the desk where you were sitting still wearing the dress you had borrowed from Felix. You felt him lean on the back of the chair tipping you slightly backwards as he looked at the various lists you had written.

"All I actually need to bring is my wardrobe and my personal stuff, all my furniture and other stuff is already here and I didn't even think about how I am going to get rid of it all or anything like that" you began to babble making him slide his hands to your shoulders to squeeze them softly to try to soothe your tensed up muscles.

"Is this actually about your stuff or is this about you thinking things are changing too fast?" He murmured kissing the top of your head.

"I agreed to live here with you, but maybe not for the right reasons" you whispered hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"What do you mean doll?" he kissed your hair again continuing his hands squeezing and massaging your shoulders.

"I want to stay because I'm safe here with you" you admitted swallowing hard "I am pretty sure now that I have fallen in love with you, no I'm sure I have. I think I fell for you ages ago and just never realized. But this, us, we have only been a thing for a few weeks and I'm moving in with you, doesn't that scare you?" once you started you couldn't stop yourself from telling him what you were feeling it was as though the need for honesty between you had smashed away any sort of filter that had once been in place.

"Honestly? no it doesn't scare me because I have been waiting for it for so long but if you don't really want this I'm not going to make you baby" he soothed his voice soft and low as he moved to bring his lips to your ear. "I only want you baby, I don't mind waiting a bit longer if that is what you want". You shivered as his breath caressed your ear and neck his lips almost brushing your earlobe.

"I want this Binnie" you almost gasped your voice breathy.

"What 'this' is it you want baby?" he continued to cause goosebumps to erupt across your body his lips moving lower to almost brush against your jawbone.

"I want you Changbin, I want to be with you" you cleared your throat trying to get your mind to clear from the desire that was beginning to build inside you.

"Do you want to just go back to being what we were before all of this?" his lips grazing the skin of your jaw and his hands sliding down your arms.

"No, I don't want that" you blurted quickly "I want us together, I want you to love me exactly like you do".

"So you want me to worship and love you forever then?" he teased sensually his hands moving to carefully cup your breasts his thumbs brushing across your nipples through the plush fabric.

"Yes, I want that. I want that so much" you whimpered as his fingers moved to pinch and tug at your sensitive buds.

"Then you want to stay with me?" he retracted his hands from your chest moving to place them back on the back on the chair spinning it so you were now facing him.

"Yes Binnie I want to stay with you" you nodded trying to not rub your thighs together under his intensity of his gaze.

"Then stay" he whispered lowering himself to his knees in front of you, pushing your knees apart easily he pulled you slightly down the chair before rolling it closer to him.

"Binnie" you whimpered softly his hands sliding up your thighs pushing the fabric of the mini shirt higher up your legs until it circled your hips.

"It's ok baby, I'm going to take care of you" he smirked slowly tugging your underwear down your legs "I'm going to take the best care of you baby".

Spreading your thighs further apart he kept eye contact with you until the moment he licked a fast hard stripe through your folds making you cry out, your fingers sliding into his hair and grasping at his roots to ground yourself from the intense pleasure his tongue was giving you.

"Binnie" you moaned lewdly as his tongue circled your clit roughly repeating the action each time you tugged on his hair. His fingers moving to push your folds apart so he could thrust his tongue inside you tasting you fully and groaning against you, your head fell back when he pushed those fingers into teasingly slowly compared to how his tongue was ravaging your clit. Feeling you getting closer as you began clenching around his fingers he pulled away from you kissing his way along your inner thighs giving you time to come down before nipping and sucking at the skin leaving a trail of marks that only he could ever leave on you.

"Lets get you undressed before I ruin that pretty little dress" he smirked pulling you to your feet and moving behind you to pull the zipper down kissing his way down your back as the fabric fell away from your skin.

"Need you so bad Bin" you whined you hands blindly grabbing behind you to touch him anyway you could, but he just continued undressing you slipping the dress off your shoulders to let it fall to the floor.

"Patience baby" he smirked kissing his way along your shoulders as he slipped your bra straps from them to let it too fall from you, guiding you towards the bed you let him position you so you were sitting facing him as he began to undress, when he let his pants and boxes fall you leaned forward to take the tip of his cock between your lips swirling your tongue around him as he let you pull him closer to you sliding himself between your waiting lips until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck you are too good to be true baby" he groaned letting you suck him off exactly how you wanted to you hummed as you let the praise make you work harder to please him until he pulled himself from your mouth with a lewd wet pop.

"Turn around baby" he smirked helping you get on your hands and knees.

"Please Binnie I need you inside me" you whimpered wiggling your arse at him as he lined himself up and pushed himself into you slowly stretching your plush walls until he bottomed out making you whine.

"Show me how much you want it baby, fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl" he growled through clenched teeth. Mewling softly you rocked yourself up and down his length feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he held your hips to steady you.

"Feels so good Binnie, feel so full" you gasped moving yourself faster chasing your own pleasure as sparks of your orgasm set fire to heat in your belly.

"Fuck look at you being such a good girl" he groaned as you started tightening around him as you continued to do just as he told you, his hands caressing your hips and he helped you keep the rhythm you needed to reach your high.

"Changbin, fuck, Changbin" you cried out your walls convulsing around him as your orgasm hit you hard your arms collapsing under you.

"Shit so good baby" he groaned taking over from you to fuck himself even further into your fluttering walls making you moan pornographically as he began pounding into you with enough force that you would have collapsed under him if he hadn't been holding you "let them all hear you baby, let them hear that only I get to knock you up".

"Changbin" you cried again as a second far harsher orgasm crashed over you your voice strained from all your moans and cries.

"Fuck that's my good girl" he grunted filling you with ropes of his thick cum continuing to shallowly thrust to fuck it further into you. Letting you slowly crumple to the bed he went to grab a wet cloth to clean you both up the rough fabric making you shiver in sensitivity even though he was trying his hardest to be gentle with you.

"That's the second time you have said that Binnie" you softly panted as he scooped you up to cuddle up to his chest.

"That I've said what baby?" he he licked his lips.

"That you want to get me pregnant" you murmured looking up at him "Is that because you want that or because you like the idea of it?"

"Ah you noticed that" he blushed slightly looking sheepish "I know it's fast, I know that normally couples don't talk about moving in, getting married and having kids before the month mark but I want that. I want that with you" he slowly admitted.

"You really want that?" you whispered.

"I've never been more sure of what I want when it comes to you baby" he smiled his fingers trailing up and down your bare skin.

"I guess we better practice then" you bit your lip looking up at him through your lashes.

"Fuck I love you" he beamed capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"I love you too Changbin" you breathed against his lips.

FIN

a/n: So that is the end of Hierarchy thank you so much to everyone who read, reblogged, commented or even just liked this story. You all mean the world to me and I adore you xx

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pureblisswrites · 1 year

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A guide to falling in love with a traitor while being a mafia leader

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Pairing: afab! Mafia leader! Reader x Yang Jeongin ft. slight Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: --

Genre: Mafia au, romance

Warnings: General criminal activities (but even then it's not much), mentions of knives

Summary: -- (I mean it's in the title)

Yang Jeongin. Science prodigy. Passed high school at age 10 and graduated at 14. Could be seen in newspapers and tv shows in those 4 years freuqently. Winning international debates against some of the greatest minds arguably. And then, missing. One day at 15. Out of nowhere. The police carried out the investigation for 5 years until they had to drop it due to lack of evidence and progress. How he got into this fucked up underground world from a world of glory and fame that awaited him up there, no one knows. He was a genius. Someone you didn't see often in the field of work you're in.

You see him working with test tubes and vials containing chemicals of different colours. The room itself is pretty dark with the only source of light being a small bulb that hangs above his head. You can even see some chemicals glowing. He's wearing transparent safety googles, a pair of expensive industrial ear muffs, black gloves and of course, his signature white lab coat. He looks concentrated on the task which was apparently mixing chemicals here and there. He suddenly stops before mixing two chemicals he had been working on since you came here and puts the tubes in the holder. Removing his muffs and ruffling his dark hair that had gotten messy due to them. And then you finally here his voice.

"Arsenic trioxide, 10ml to your right." He says in a voice that's much colder than even Chan's and gestures towards your right with his eyes. You see on your right and see a small vial with an injection on a pink vinyl player of all things.

"Right. Thanks." You reply taking both of the things and putting them in your dress pockets. When you don't leave and just stare at him expectantly, he raises his eyebrows in a silent 'what'.

"Can you get out now? I've got work to do."

"And you think I don't? I'm literally a-" he cuts you off, quite rudely at that.

"Do I look like I give a fuck, sweetheart?"

Chapter 1

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mimie208 · 1 year

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Wattpad

Hello hello, je viens d'arriver sur ce petit monde pour vous parler de mon histoire Wattpad "The destiny". C'est tout d'abord une fanfiction, mais on peut outrepasser le fait que c'en est une ! C'est une histoire assez psychologique et sombre. Amateur/Amatrice de la mafia, cela est fait pour vous ! (un peu bizarre de dire comme ça).

" Elle a grandi au sein de la criminalité dans la mafia Cosa Nostra, son père violent et abusif étant le Don, elle devait s'y soumettre. Ce qu'elle veut de plus au monde, est de retrouver ses parents biologiques. Or, ils cachent un secret. Pour cela, elle va prendre son envol et son indépendance, mais un jeune garçon nommé Jungkook, membre de la mafia ennemie de son père, ne sera qu'un lourd fardeau sur son chemin. Elle ne peut lui résister, car ils savent qu'ils sont destinés.

"𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎." "

Dans ce récit la provocation, le désire, les travers de la société ainsi que l'alcool, le sexe, la drogue, les jeux d'argents et la tuerie de masse y sont les bienvenus.

C'est une histoire assez psychologique, à éviter pour les âmes sensibles (je mets quand même les TW)

Merci, et j'espère qu'elle vous plaira ! Bonne lecture

Ceci est une histoire toujours en cours...

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skzdarlings · 1 year

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08. sharing a bed series ; skz ; i.n.

masterlist.

sharing a bed series part 8/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers(&friends2lovers?), sharing a bed trope. reader is older than him but exact age difference is not mentioned. reader was previously married and the ex-husband is described as bad to her, though there are no detailed specifications of exactly what went on. reader going thru some growth, being rude to jeongin, resolving it. the sex is playfully rough, reader mentions "mafia" style romance novels for inspo lmao but it stays pretty tame considering that.

last chapter of the series :)

Of course it’s raining. On top of everything else that went wrong, of course a torrential downpour would hit your party.

There is a large expanse of wood on the vast acreage behind your house. To break some of the social tension, someone suggested playing hide and seek in the woods on the property. It wasn’t part of your plan but seeing as the party’s awkward tension was your fault, you agreed that an outside game sounded like fun. With the springtime sun beaming down on you and your friends, it seemed like a fine afternoon diversion.

You were already deep into the woods when the storm started. You strayed farther from the main path, confident in your familiarity with the terrain. It did you little good when the weather took a turn. The rain was not slow-coming but an immediate sheet slamming into the ground like blocks of solid concrete. You could barely see in front of you and the uneven earth quickly turned to a muddy sludge. Unsurprisingly, you slipped and twisted your ankle.

Now you are stranded, alone in the forest and far away from everyone else, shivering in the pouring rain as your wispy white dress was not designed for such fickle weather.

You seldom let your emotions get the better of you but today you let yourself cry. The tears come as rapidly as the rain, leaving you gasping and shuddering. You stumble towards a tree and slouch against it, trying to take the weight off your hurt ankle. You doubt anyone would hear you screaming over the storm and from this far away, and you don’t have a phone because this stupid dress doesn’t have pockets so you left it behind.

You are crying against the tree when rescue comes in the form of the last person you want to see.

You lift your head to Jeongin. He is also drenched but the thick denim of his overalls covers most of his body and his heavy-duty sneakers are marginally better than your flats. His glasses are streaked with raindrops and his black hair is a mop on his head. Still, he sees through the foggy glass and the messy bangs, his expression one of surprise and concern.

“Are you hurt?” he asks without hesitation, because of course he does. Jeongin is a good person. You have never met anyone as genuinely sweet as him. The guy is all dimple, his eyes constantly scrunched up with glee, always ready with a humorous comment and a steady hand on a friend’s shoulder.

He also has every reason in the world to hate you. You have done everything in your power to push him away, treating him like an enemy, no doubt convincing him of it.

He never stooped to your level. You are older by a few good years but you have undoubtedly been the immature one. You wouldn’t blame him for abandoning you now.

He doesn’t do that. He rushes toward you, leading with his hand outstretched.

“Where does it hurt?” he asks loudly over the rain.

The emotional parts of you are especially vulnerable right now. When he asks that, you stupidly want to gesture to your heart. Ridiculous and sentimental, you know, you know, but true regardless.

You point to your ankle and he dutifully looks down.

His bangs split unevenly when his long, ringed fingers push through his hair. He shakes his head like it will clear his vision.

“Okay,” he says. He opens his arms. “Come on.”

You hesitate. You have no reason to distrust him but he should distrust you. He should hate you. You want him to hate you. You know what to do when someone hates you. You know what to do when someone treats you badly. You do not know what to do with Jeongin, someone so sincerely himself, sincerely kind, sincerely good. He looks at you with nothing but concern, his arms open with a desire to help.

You suck in another unsteady breath.

“Come on,” he says again, a little more forcefully but not unkindly. He seems more perplexed than angry.

You make a slight motion towards him, still hesitant. He accepts it as an invitation and crosses that last step to swing his arms around you. Your hands find his shoulders as his arm slides under your legs. He hoists you into a bridal hold, so secure that you choke on more tears.

You want to apologize. You want to say so many things. You just hide your face as he carries you away from the tree.

There is a moment of shared panic when he stumbles in the mud, but he finds his footing again. He stops for a second under some thicker foliage, looking around, out of breath.

Your tears have subsided. With the pain alleviated from your ankle, your senses are slowly returning to you. You recognize where you are in the woods: far from the main path and even farther from home, but close to the old hunting lodge. You don’t hunt but your ex-husband did. When you took over the property after the divorce, you turned the little lodge into a cozy getaway. You haven’t visited in a while but it will provide a roof over your head until the rain subsides.

“Turn up past those bushes there,” you say, pointing ahead. “We can get out of the rain until the storm passes.”

You can’t raise your voice too loud, still blocked by residual tears, but you are close to his face. He hears you and does as told.

You crest a small hill and the single-room cabin comes into view. You swear it has never looked so warm and cozy.

He puts you on your feet once you are under the awning. Only when you are at the door do you remember you don’t have any keys on you.

“Fuck,” you say, welling up with exasperation. You slouch against the doorframe. “I don’t have the key. What was I thinking?”

Jeongin takes off his glasses and wipes his forehead. He blinks at the door.

“Um.” He looks at you sheepishly, raking his fingers through his messy hair again. “Do you mind if I—” He gestures with his shoulder to the door. “I don’t want to break it but you’re hurt and—”

“Yes,” you say, cutting him off and looking away. Those dark eyes are brimming with concern and you think your guilt might overflow. You don’t want to cry again. You wipe your nose on the back of your arm. “That’s fine,” you say, steady as you can. “I can get the locks fixed after. Just get us inside.”

He nods and folds up his glasses then awkwardly looks around. He gives you another sheepish look before handing them to you. You take them and hold them against your chest while hopping back on your good foot. You get out of his way, watching him roll up his wet sleeves and mutter something encouraging to himself. He cringes when he thumps into the door and it doesn’t give.

Much as you want to get inside, you don’t want him to hurt himself. After the second heavy thud, you reach out. Before you can stop him, he determinedly throws himself against it.

The lock finally gives. It takes one more shove for the door to fly open. He kicks the broken pieces of the shattered lock aside, too focussed on his task to notice how startled you are by the display. You are still processing it when he scoops you up again. He carries you across the threshold and kicks the door closed behind himself.

It is blessedly dry inside the little lodge but it is also freezing cold from lack of use. You are both soaking wet and the chill wastes no time stabbing its way to your bones.

There is a small couch that folds out into a bed and Jeongin sits you on it. He goes down on one knee as he gently places you down, mindful of your shivering. You look at him, his face not far in this position.

He ducks down, taking your hurt ankle carefully in hand. You hiss, instinctively withdrawing, but he holds you in place.

“How bad is it?” he asks.

“Not too bad,” you say. “Just sore.”

“Are you sure?”

You would say yes even if it wasn’t true. Jeongin kneeling in front of you, holding your foot in his lap, looking so attentive and concerned – it’s all a bit much.

You nod. Satisfied, he moves onto the next thing and reaches past you to hit a light switch. The room stays grey, lit only by the overcast light outside the windows.

“Of course,” you say bitterly, groaning. “Oh, of course the power’s out. Why wouldn’t it be?”

He snorts, his dimples deepening as he looks at you. Your gut instinct is to recoil from the flicker of heat under your skin, to look away from his smile. You let yourself hold his gaze a little longer than usual.

“You’re funny,” he says with another smile. He looks over his shoulder at the same time a shiver crawls up his spine. He shakes his shoulders and looks back at you. “Is that electric or will it work?” he asks, pointing over his shoulder to the unlit fireplace.

“It will work,” you say. You are about to explain how it works when he gets up and goes over without further preamble. You are watching him work when you realize you still have his glasses. “Jeongin,” you say.

He looks back at you, those silver-ringed fingers once more raking through his hair. His face is open as always, attentive, brows lifted. He really is very handsome.

“Yes?” he asks when you are quiet for too long.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you say and hold out his glasses. “You probably need these.”

He smiles, his eyes crinkling up in that delighted way.

“Thank you. They’re just for distance,” he says. “I can see everything in here.”

He turns back to the fireplace and resumes his work. It only takes another second for the flames to sparkle then roar, an orange glow flooding the room. He smiles and claps his hands with satisfaction.

“Not bad,” he says. He is still smiling but his eyes look glassy with faraway thought. His breath of a laugh is not very humorous, smile softer when he says, “I’m not totally useless, I guess, right?”

You close your eyes. You don’t want to see his face. You don’t want to know if he feels good about throwing that at you. You definitely don’t want to know if he feels bad for saying it, because he shouldn’t feel bad. He did nothing wrong.

Jeongin has been nothing but kind to you from the day you met him. You have a mutual friend in common so at first you only saw him in other people’s company. Then your husband hired a team to do some renovations in the kitchen and, by sheer coincidence, Jeongin was one of the crewmen. You started seeing him a lot more often, and in your own home at that.

He was respectful and distant, at first, as was appropriate. Jeongin is nothing if not polite.

Jeongin is also undoubtedly a young man with a strict internal code. The better he knew you, the better he knew your husband. Your husband’s moral compass skewed considerably contrary to the kind-hearted Jeongin. You had thus far survived a bad marriage by pretending the worst of it away. Jeongin’s sudden affection and sympathy – his sudden acknowledgement of your situation being bad – was too much for you to handle.

You reacted badly. He only ever tried to help you but you were not good at accepting help; it meant admitting something was wrong. Even when you finally got around that stage, you still recoiled from his kind eyes and gentle words.

Jeongin likes you as more than a friend. He liked you from the start, when he was puttering around the worksite and you brought him lemonades and laughed with him about nothing.

You liked him too. You still like him. But Jeongin is young and sweet and hopeful and you…

You know it’s silly, but your heart feels used up. Someone like him should be with someone younger and full of equal hope, not you with your mess and baggage and nonsense.

You resented his kindness, his youth, his hope. You didn’t know what to do with his love.

You tried to convince yourself you actually hated him. When that didn’t work, you tried to convince him and everyone else. If you couldn’t hate him, maybe you could make him hate you. Maybe if he hated you, you could both move on. But Jeongin isn’t like that. He just kept moving along, just kept smiling, just kept looking at you like he could see right through your nonsense.

Today you went on a little tirade to your friend. You complained about feeling obligated to invite Jeongin to your party because you shared a friend group. You complained about Jeongin in general, describing things that weren’t true. You claimed he was naïve and annoying and always in your face, but that for all his pestering he never actually did anything useful.

You weren’t exactly careful about who was listening. Apparently, most of the party overheard you.

It was that foolish, twisted feeling: you wanted to be heard because you were bursting inside, but then you realized that was the wrong release. It brought no satisfaction, only shame. You embarrassed him and yourself, and for what?

“Jeongin,” you say in a small voice, already knowing that any and all words will fall woefully short of rectifying the situation. Still, you have to say something. With your eyes still closed and arms still crossed, you sigh and say, “I’m so sorry. You know you’re not— You know I didn’t— You know I don’t—”

You open your eyes. He is illuminated by the fire, all traces of his smile dissolved. He shivers and it seems to pull him out of his trance. He rubs his forehead, then he turns to you and smiles politely.

“It’s okay,” he says with a forced smile. “I’m sorry. Um. Miss. I shouldn’t have said—”

“Don’t apologize,” you say as firmly as you can. “Or speak formally. It’s fine. Jeongin, you— Me— I mean—”

Your stammering is half emotion, half the cold. His expression changes as he seems to recognize that. You are shivering so much your teeth start to chatter. You haven’t even dropped his glasses because it would mean uncrossing your arms.

He gets to his feet so quickly that he almost falls, slipping in the puddle caused by his own dripping clothes.

“D-do you have a phone?” you ask, to which he nods and retrieves it from the front pocket of his overalls. “C-can you call or t-text one of the boys and t-tell them we’re okay? We just need to w-wait out the st-storm. Sometimes th-they last a while.” You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, your gaze on the middle of his chest, but you can see he is shivering too. “We n-need to w-warm up so we don’t get s-sick. There’s sh-sheets— there—can we m-make a bed—” You nod your head vaguely in the right direction.

You close your eyes and rock a little, trying to warm up. It’s useless with your soaking heap of a dress clinging to every wet inch of you.

You can hear Jeongin bustling around, doing everything you asked. When you open your eyes, you see he has made a makeshift bed out of blankets and pillows near the fire.

He is facing away from you. A proper little burst of heat sparks inside you when he takes a breath and starts unclipping his overalls. He kicks off his shoes at the same time. You look away as he strips down his outer layers, sensibly removing his soaking wet things and laying them out by the fire. You open your eyes at the same time he turns to look at you, his hands on the waistband of his briefs. His ears are very red, chest and cheeks likewise dusted pink.

You think your mutual shyness might be providing more heat than the fire.

“Sorry,” he says, grabbing a blanket and covering himself. “It’s just—we should probably take off—” His voice squeaks and he clears his throat.

You find yourself smiling in spite of yourself. You nod.

“No, you’re right,” you say. “S-sorry for, um, looking.”

“That’s okay,” he says with a relieved laugh. He smiles and says, “You can look if you want.”

Jeongin has a remarkable ability to flicker between shyness and confidence. The sparkle in his eyes tells you that his comment was not a thoughtless blunder. Especially because he doesn’t wait for you to look away before tying the blanket around his hips and reaching under to shuffle out of his last article of clothing.

You look away and back again. You suppose he works a fairly laborious job and is in good enough shape to haul you up a small hill, but still. You find your breath stolen by his lean, subtle musculature, an effortless elegance to the long lines of his body.

He smooths down his hair. Your eyes are on his hands when you realize he is looking at you. You look away quickly.

“Haha, um, here,” Jeongin says. He holds up a sheet in offering and turns his face away, eyes closed. “You should change too.”

You stand slowly, arms still crossed though you finally drop the glasses on the seat.

“Thank you,” you say. “For everything.”

He looks at you, probably supposing it is appropriate because you are still dressed, but your thin white dress has soaked completely through. It is plastered to every inch of skin, the vaguest sheen of translucent white pulled over every dip and curve from your neck down.

His gaze jumps, surprised, dark brows lifting as he looks down the whole length of you. His mouth falls open and he looks away with the tips of his ears flaming red. He holds up the sheet again.

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” you say.

“No, sorry,” he says again. “I know you don’t… always like me…”

You lower the sheet but he still doesn’t look at you. You say his name and he replies with a hum.

“Jeongin,” you say again, heart pounding. “You can look too.”

He fumbles and drops the sheet. He leaves it on the floor and looks at you with surprised eyes.

Despite your words, he awkwardly covers his eyes when you reach for the straps of your dress. Your laughter is breathless from the cold, but he still paints a charming sight with his red ears and hand over his eyes, contrasted to just how lovely those big hands are, to the shape of him, to the flattering shadows cast by the fire.

You peel the dress down and let it hit the floor with a splat. You feel better to have it gone but you are still cold. You instinctively cross your arms again, rubbing your biceps.

“Jeongin,” you say.

“Hello,” he replies, eyes still covered.

“C-can you help me?”

“Oh.” He pauses for a second. “Help you… get undressed?”

You really are too old to act like a little girl with a crush, but you feel that way. You don’t remember the last time you felt like this, if you ever have. It’s nice, a little scary. You feel vulnerable and it has nothing to do with the amount of skin showing.

“Yes please,” you say. “I can’t reach behind me to unclasp my bra.”

“Oh,” he says again. “Oh. Okay.”

You turn around. You give in to your smile, helplessly charmed by his sincerity. Then he is touching you, his proximity radiating warmth, and the next shiver feels like the cold leaving your body all at once. He fumbles a little with the clasp but that might be because his fingers are still stiff, but he gets it undone. He steps back while you remove it. When you turn around, he is already holding the sheet in offering. He doesn’t cover his eyes though he does make a point of only looking at your face.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the sheet.

Despite his undoubted gentlemanly politeness, you catch him sneaking a peek before you wrap the sheet around your body. You tuck it under your arms and tie a little knot. Like him, you shuffle out of your underwear from under the sheet.

He gathers your wet clothes and lays them beside the fire with his own. With a little limp, you approach the nest of blankets and pillows, all arranged cozily on the thick, fluffy rug not far from the heat. Even though it is obvious you will have to share the makeshift bed, you still hesitate just outside it. Jeongin is kneeling in the centre, stretching out the clothes so they will dry faster. He looks up when he sees you waiting.

He holds out his hand.

“You should rest your ankle. And warm up,” he says. “You’ll get sick.”

With only a little struggle, you manage to overcome your hesitation. You take his hand and step onto the rug.

You swear more heat alights under his gaze than from the fire.

He shuffles back, making room for you between him and the fire. You would try and argue, to offer him the warmer space, but you doubt he would let you and you are still so cold. You sit down gingerly, minding the sheet. Your movements are mutually stilted and awkward, but then you smile at each other and relax a little. You lay down so you are stretched in front of the fire, Jeongin sitting upright behind you. You gaze up at him, watching him look around the room.

“This place looks different,” he says, an understatement. The ugly little lodge has been redone, stripped of the hunting gear and tables and replaced with a little library and reading nook. There are plants under the window and little paintings on the mantlepiece. It is a lot more welcoming than before.

Perhaps it is that gentle coziness that makes you suddenly braver. This space feels safe. You do not hesitate in raising your hand, in stroking a few fingers softly down his arm. His skin does not feel cold anymore so when he shivers, you don’t think it’s from a chill.

He looks down, blinking those dark eyes at you.

“It’s still a little cold,” you say. You already know your next words are going to be so blatant and so cheesy, so you have to bite your lip to stifle your own amusement at them. “Maybe we should cuddle up for warmth?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He smiles, dimples deep again. “Good idea.”

There is some embarrassed, breathless laughter as you shuffle around. He pulls up a thicker blanket to cover you both. Even with your explicit invitation, he is clearly still uncertain about what you want. You show him, taking his arm and pulling it around you, laying down with your back to him, pressed close and separated only by your individual sheets.

You look into the fire, taking a few deep breaths. You feel him settle around you.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you say. “Definitely.”

“Good. Good.”

You smile, biting your bottom lip again.

You lay there for a while, listening to the fire crackle, letting the heat wash over you. He doesn’t budge an inch, as if scared jostling you will disrupt the peace. His arm is slung over your middle and you touch his hand. You trace your fingers over a ring. He exhales.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, his voice low. “It’s a little serious.”

Your heart races as you know there are a million serious questions he could ask you, but you nod. “Of course,” you say.

There is a breath of a moment. His hand turns under yours, fingertips brushing yours.

“Why,” he says slowly, “would you ever pick that wallpaper?” He points to the far wall. “It’s dark in here and it’s still so ugly it’s hurting my eyes.”

You burst out laughing, caught off guard. Your laughter makes him laugh, his hand catching yours when you lightly slap at him.

“Jeongin,” you say with a little whine, “don’t torture me.”

“I’m not!” he says. “It’s a serious question!”

“Ahh!” You laugh some more, rolling onto your back and covering your face with both hands.

He laughs, tugging at your wrist to uncover your face. You pout at him and he just smiles back. He lays on his side and props his head in his hand, grinning down at you. You take his free hand and trace the shape of his ring again, looking up as his goofy expression softens.

“You’re funny too,” you say. “I’m sorry for being an idiot to you. I was wrong and you didn’t deserve it.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he says softly, looking down at where you are fiddling with his ring. “You were going through a lot.”

“Still,” you say. “I’m a grown woman and I’ve been acting like a child, bullying the nice boy I like because I don’t know what to do with my emotions.”

You thought that would be hard to say out loud, but once it’s out there you feel a lightness in your chest. You take in a deep breath.

“That’s not being an idiot,” Jeongin says after a moment. He curls his fingers around yours and squeezes lightly. “Maybe just a little stupid,” he adds.

You laugh again, rolling to face him and his silly grin.

“I really am sorry,” you say. “I know it’s not enough to say it, but—”

“It’s enough,” he says. “You know, I followed you when you came this way because I wanted to tell you that.” When you cover your face with your hand, he moves it. “Also,” he says, “you were running too far away from everyone else. They wouldn’t have found you if you hid so far out here, you know.”

“That’s the point of the game,” you say. “It’s hide and seek.”

“Yeah, but…” His free hand finds yours again. He looks into your eyes. “I don’t think winning like that is actually fun? If you’re alone, and never let anyone find you again.”

Oh. Of course Jeongin would ask ‘a serious question’ to spring a joke on you, then sneak the truly serious topic in a discussion of hide-and-seek.

You drop your gaze to your joined hands.

“I guess,” you say. “I guess also it’s… um, well.” You figure you might as well drop the metaphor as it isn’t fooling anyone. “You don’t get hurt when you’re alone, Jeongin. And the happier something makes you, the worse it feels when it hurts you.”

“I would never hurt you,” he says, completely serious. He squeezes your hand.

You look at him, smiling gently. You know that promise is a big one, and nearly impossible as people can hurt each other without trying. The declaration is innocent but also heartfelt. You understand what he means.

He seeks your gaze to ensure you understand him, so you look at him and nod. You feel a bit watery again.

“I know you would try,” you say. “Is it stupid how that scares me even more?”

“Oh,” he says, separating his hand from yours so he can cup your face. You think he is going to say something tender when he just smiles and nods and says, “Yeah, probably.”

You snort with laughter, grabbing his hand and moving it off your face.

“You’re terrible,” you say.

“Maybe,” he says, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “But… you’re the one who likes me, or so you said…”

“I take it back,” you say, starting to roll away.

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you back, giggling. “You can’t take it back,” he says. “We’re sharing a bed so… that’s the rules.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yes. Sorry.”

You find yourself endlessly charmed by him. His cocky smile is cute, especially because the tips of his ears are still red. You find yourself tracing the curve of that ear, his blush darkening with your attention. His smile turns affectionate, his eyes creased with happiness. The unremitted pleasure draws you in and grants you access to the more confident parts of yourself. You let your body lead you, experience fueling instinct as you guide him onto his back and lean over him.

You touch the side of his face, fingertips tracing his jaw. His mouth opens and he blinks away his surprise.

“What?” you say.

“Nothing.” His smiles widens. He raises a hand to touch the side of your face too, surprising you in turn. “You’re pretty.”

The simplicity of the compliment makes you a little shy. You smile, leaning into his touch.

“You’re cute,” you say, only for his face to scrunch up with theatrical displeasure. “What?” you say, laughing. “You are!”

“Puppies are cute,” he says dryly. “Babies are cute. I’m not cute.”

“You are.” You can’t help but tease, his smile encouraging you. You poke his dimple. “Soooo cute. The cutest.”

You laugh until he slides one hand around the back of your neck. With his hand protectively cradling the back of your head, he flips you over so it’s you laying under him. You find yourself looking down the length of him, his chest and abdomen, the place the blanket parts. You look up when his nose nudges your chin, tilting your head back. You realize you were holding a breath and swallow one down, shaky.

He laughs but gently.

“You’re cute,” he says, voice barely louder than the crackling fire.

“I’m not cute,” you say, tipping your chin up. “I’m older than you.”

“Sooo cute,” he copies you. “The cutest.”

You realize this game of one-upping each other could quickly turn into a torturous teasing session – each of you just looking, daring, goading the other into more without fully surrendering.

You smile and tip your head, sighing in a feathery-soft voice and wetting your lips.

“Am I?” you ask, lifting a leg so it separates your sheet. You can see his breath catch.

You have butterflies inside you, fluttering away like never before.

You undo the knot of the sheet. You watch his eyes lower as you slowly peel the whole sheet open. All the playfulness leaves his face, his jaw gone slack, surprise once again taking over as he stares.

“Wow,” he finally says. “Wow. You’re— wow.” His expression shows he means it.

“You’re exaggerating.” You turn your face aside.

“I’m not,” he says. His hands move to either side of your head as he holds himself over you. It draws your gaze back to him. “Stop hiding, okay?” he says softly.

“I think I’m doing the opposite of hiding right now,” you say, a gentle joke that he answers with utmost seriousness: swooping down and kissing you.

It is not a soft kiss, burning and wanting, his mouth a hungry thing against your own. It feels like a kiss he has thought about, a kiss he can’t help but hurry towards.

Just as desirous, you fall too, the kiss so hard that you find it hard to slow down. He eventually guides you to a gentler press, closing his lips against yours, letting them linger.

A breath passes between you.

“Remember when you hated me,” he says, smiling, “and you tried to convince me we were incompatible?” He kisses you softly. “I think you were wrong.”

He doesn’t leave room for a reply. He kisses you again, just as hotly as before. This time he rests more of his body against yours and you can feel where he is already hard beneath the blanket. You can also feel it is more than substantial, drawing a gasp from your lips as he presses against you.

“Jeongin,” your voice comes out breathless. It is still more coherent than his reply, which is just a grunt as he starts kissing down your throat.

It is dizzyingly hot. You have to close your eyes to stay grounded, arching against him, running your fingers through his already messy hair.

You are still able to giggle when he struggles to remove the blanket. He laughs back. You can’t remember the last time you laughed during sex. It makes you feel like you are floating, light and carefree, driven by pleasure and nothing else.

He gets the blanket off but before you can look down, he is sliding his hand between your bodies. Your eyes close again, head falling back as his fingers stroke your inner thigh. He teases there for a long time, making you strain and buck and chase his fingers. Finally you whimper and grab some of his hair, pulling his face close to yours.

“Are you trying to make me hate you again?” you tease.

He smiles against your lips, his fingers just barely brushing between your legs. Your thighs part, making room, but he waits.

“You never hated me,” he says.

Your reply gets caught in your throat when he finally slides one finger against you. It is torturously not enough.

“Jeongin,” you say again, running your fingers to the back of his neck. “Please.”

“Tell me you hated me,” he says, even while proving you very much do not hate him: gathering so much wetness on his fingertips, lightly circling them up and over the most sensitive part of you. “Can’t you?” he asks. “Let me hear you say it.”

“I—I—”

“Hate me?”

You shake your head, opening your eyes to look at him imploringly. You gasp against his lips when he slides that finger inside you. There is a ring on the one beside it, the smooth ridge gliding against you. You cant your hips up, wanting more while he teases you.

“You don’t hate me,” he says, to which you shake your head again. He kisses you, licking into your mouth at the same time his fingers sink deep inside you. He is good with his hand, his fingers long and steady, working you up until you are soaking him and clawing at his shoulder.

“Please,” you say, dizzy from the stars bursting in every place his fingers reach. They curl inside you as if telling you to come. Your head falls back and his lips go down your throat as he brings you over the edge with his touch.

He doesn’t stop when you come, drawing the whole thing out so the peak seems to last minutes. Tears of pleasure spring to your eyes. Only when you are gasping does he carefully withdraw his hand.

He looks at you with a smile then kisses your cheek. With a smile, you lean in to kiss him, then he suddenly ducks. His hands dive under your thighs and then his face is right there, tongue taking a swipe at your still distended clit, making your whole body shudder. You dig your fingers into his hair, holding on and closing your eyes. It feels so good but you are still sensitive and not good at coming multiple times in a row, so after enjoying his very adept movements, you tug on his hair to lead him back up your body.

You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting yourself all over his wet mouth. He moans into your mouth and presses hard against you. His hands cradle your hips. You spread your legs around him.

You feel lighter after coming. Relaxed, not just physically. Suddenly words are easier too, spoken thoughtlessly in such close proximity to his lips.

“I wanted you so much,” you admit. “For so long. Even when I was pretending to hate you.”

“I was here,” he says, kissing along your jaw. “I’m still here.”

“I know.” You tug on his hair, tipping his head back so you can kiss his face too. You nip under his jaw, his neck, luxuriating in the sound he makes. “This is going to sound silly, but I used to fantasize—no, never mind.”

“Wha—”

You roll him over before he can ask, taking a turn to work your mouth down his body now too. It sufficiently distracts him as your mouth dives down, down, down. You pause for a moment just to look at him, your gaze one of admiration and maybe slight intimidation. You haven’t slept with anyone since before the divorce and that was a while ago. Jeongin is bigger than most of your toys. When you put your mouth on him, you barely get past the head before you have to use your hand for the rest of him. You try to take a little more but you are very out of practice, choking a little and drooling all over him.

It used to confuse you: the idea anyone would enjoying giving pleasure this way. For the recipient, it made enough sense, but not as the giver. You realize now that difference in desire was partner. When Jeongin moans and curls his fingers into the rug, thighs parting to make room for you to comfortably sit there, you understand. Messy as it is, you eagerly dive back down, wetting him with your mouth and working him in your hand.

When he closes his eyes and drops his head back, he misses the pillow. The rug is plush and softens his landing, but you still hear a very heavy thump when his head hits the ground. He hisses, his face scrunching up in pain as he reaches to cup the back of his head.

“Oh my god,” you say, sitting up and wiping your mouth. You try not to laugh. “Jeongin, are you okay?”

He gives you a thumbs up with his free hand. Then he curses and sighs in exasperation.

“My hand is stuck,” he says, jerking the arm that is folded under his head. “My ring—is in my hair—”

“Oh nooo…” You are laughing properly now, in a fit of giggles as you climb up beside him to look behind his head. You help untangle the hair from the ring, though a few strands still get yanked out of his head. The sudden swing makes his head bounce, thunking into yours. You both groan in pain. You grasp your forehead and sit back on your heels.

“This is not how I pictured this going,” he mumbles.

“Which part? The storm, the threat of hypothermia, or the multiple injuries?” you ask.

He grins at you, then moves to kneel in front of you. He kneels upright while you are sitting back, putting you close to eye level with your previous task. You look there, reaching, but he takes your hands in his and holds them.

“Actually,” he says, “the part that surprised me most was you saying you thought about us,” he smiles here, “and it was so bad you couldn’t even admit it.”

You try to cover your face but he holds your hands, still grinning. You throw back your head and groan.

“It’s not bad,” you say.

His hand runs up your arm to your neck, thumb stroking your chin as he gently pulls you forward. You go up on your knees too, following his angle for a kiss. He leans close but doesn’t seal it, saying, “You know if you don’t tell me, I’m going to imagine the worst.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder. He pats the back of your head, still giggling to himself. You lean back to look at him again, pouting just a bit, then reaching between your bodies to take him in hand. You smile sweetly at him. “Can we fuck?” you ask, watching the flicker of surprise and desire cross his face. “Birth control, so I’m good if you’re good. Come on.”

You go to lay down but he catches the back of your neck, pulling you back to him. He lifts one eyebrow.

“You’re not gonna let this go,” you say dryly.

“I would never force it out of you,” he says, “but the curiosity is killing me.”

“Well,” you say, tingling under the attention of his intense gaze, of his hand so strongly holding your neck, of his nonchalance. He isn’t even trying. You take a deep breath. “It’s sort of what you just said.”

“What… killing me? You wanted to kill me?”

“No!” You smack his chest. “I hate you again. No. I just… Not that I wanted to the truth forced out of me but…” You look at his face, his expression curious but not judgemental yet. “You know all those cheesy romance novels? Like… mafia leader stuff? That.”

“You wanted me to be Italian?”

“Genuinely gonna kill you.”

“I’m kidding, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, continue.”

“You know what I mean! The button popping and bodice ripping stuff.” You mime tearing his nonexistent shirt open. “I liked you and I wanted to do something about it, but I also didn’t want to do something about it. So I wanted you to do something about it. No one needs to tell me what it’s like for a shitty guy to take advantage of you, so that’s not what it was— I just—” You sigh. “I wanted it to be easy. I wanted it to be you. Because you aren’t a shitty guy. You’re the best guy I know. So I would’ve let you have anything, because you would be taking what I wanted to give. And there would be no need to talk about it or work it out. It would just be… easy.”

“I like talking,” he says, tipping his head as if studying you. “But I think I get it.”

“Mhm?” you ask, a little dryly. You quirk an eyebrow at his cheesy, dimpled grin. “Sure about that?”

“Yes,” he says, smiling so bright it goes right up to his eyes. “I’m sure.”

His grip tightens on the back of your neck, pulling you right up against him. Your chests press together and you gasp, shivering when his lips graze your ear.

“Like this, right?” he speaks lowly. He threads his fingers into your hair, close to your scalp so there is a controlled, gentle burn when he tugs. “Just take.”

“Yes,” you say, rasping. “It’s already yours.”

“You’re mine?” he asks. His other hand is suddenly between your legs and this time he doesn’t tease, his knuckle parting your wet folds. Two fingers curl inside you. “Or this is mine?”

He tugs your head back, looking in your eye as he finger-fucks you, all the playfulness gone from his expression. His sharp features look suddenly more severe: the cut of his jaw, his cheekbones, his brow. You swallow hard.

“I can’t say,” you speak in a husky voice. “My husband would be angry. You should go before he finds you.”

His fingers move out of you, your thighs shaking in their withdrawal. The hand in your hair stays steady. Then he squints, looking almost cartoonishly fierce when he says, “I’m in the… mafia. I killed your husband?”

“Oh.” You bite back a laugh. “You don’t literally need to be in the mafia.”

“You did say—”

“That was just, like, a genre example—”

“Oh, okay, I get it now.” He nods his head. “I’ll stop if you say stop.” He clears his throat. “You don’t want a guy like that. And you don’t want your husband.” He puts a hand on your lower back and tugs, sweeping you over. His arms hold you safe as he spills you onto your back. One hand skims your body, hooking under your knee to bring it up around his hips. “You want me,” he says.

The gleam in his eye seems very genuine.

“That would be inappropriate,” you say, not needing to fake your breathy voice when he moves against you, the length of him hot and hard and close to where you want him. You clench around nothing, your heart picking up in speed with anticipation.

He smiles, not quite his usual smile.

“It would be very inappropriate,” he says.

Then his hands are on your hips and he is turning you onto your front. You sprawl with some genuine surprise, getting your arms under you only seconds before his hand is back in your hair. You lift when he pulls, his grip careful but strong. He holds you there, up on your hands and knees. He goes up on one knee behind you, careful when pushing inside you, then sliding in all the way and staying there.

Oh, you feel him. Not just because it’s been a while. You let yourself enjoy it, happily sinking into pleasure with the secure knowledge he will listen if you ask to stop, that his pleasure is tied to yours. So you let your mouth fall open and eyes close, let the heat of the flames brush over you, let him hold you how he wants. You take as much as he does, soaking in all that sensation. He fills you up and fucks you deep – fast then faster. You squeeze around him, practically singing with how you moan and sigh.

“Yes,” he says, pulling you back into his arms as he moves to lay on his side. He stays inside you, drawing your leg up and fucking you like that.

You look back at him and don’t mind at all when he breaks character, yet again, this time to kiss you sweetly.

“It doesn’t hurt?” he asks in a whisper, slowing down. “You’re so… small.”

“I’m not,” you say with a little laugh. “You’re just big, baby.”

“Baby—okay. That’s good. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know, Jeongin,” you say, hiccupping a little because he is still fucking you hard despite his gentle words. It makes you feel a little insane in a good way, him so very nonplussed as he screws your brain out. “Thank you,” you say.

“For what?” he asks.

“I don’t knooow,” you say, reaching behind you to hold onto him. “Just thaaank you, auugh, it’s good.”

“Oh, I get it,” he says. “For this. Okay.”

How he’s simultaneously cute and insanely sexy, your brain will just never compute. But he wraps an arm around you and puts his hips to use, fucking you until you can feel an orgasm building without even rubbing your clit. You think to try but all you can do is cling to him, letting your worries fly away as he pants and groans and holds you steady in his arms.

“Like that, like that,” you say, your last coherent sentence until you fall apart, repeating his name as he follows you over the edge.

He holds you tight, kissing whatever he finds first. He rocks you through the end of it, easing you into rest. When he pulls out, you shiver, and it has nothing to do with the cold.

You roll over in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses your cheek and temple, then rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m not cold anymore,” you say, making him laugh lightly.

“Me too,” he says.

“Thank you,” you say, leaning back to look at him. “For everything.”

He smiles that smile you love, cupping your face.

“Thank you,” he says, “for showing me your hiding place. Can I come here again with you?”

Joking right after sex was never a habit before, but you find yourself bursting into a silly grin and saying, “Baby, you already know you can come wherever you want—”

It makes him laugh too, the unexpectedness sending him over. You laugh at him laughing so much, curling up close to him with the heat of the fire at your back.

The cabin is warm. Your clothes are probably long since dry. The storm stopped a while ago and you only notice now.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader #IN x reader #skz x reader

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lieslab · 9 months

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Main Masterlist

Finally putting this out there so everything is in one spot. All of my stories are written with a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified. There's probably eventually going to be smaller lists created and added to this, but here's everything as of currently:

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Stray Kids X reader:

Falling in love with Skz [fluff]

Skz finds out you're not eating [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you struggling with self harm [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you battling suicide [hurt/comfort with some angst]

A flicker of hope [hurt/comfort]

Star lost [comfort/hurt]

Behind the light [comfort with some angst]

Cover me [comfort/hurt]

Comflex [comfort/hurt]

Love is a spider [comfort/hurt]

Youtiful [comfort/hurt]

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Chan X reader:

Room Temperature Noodles [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Happiness is a butterfly [angst without a happy ending]

I love you, I love you, I love you [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Experience [comfort/hurt]

Teacher's pet [angst with comfort/hurt]

Daddy issues [angst with comfort/hurt]

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Lee Know x reader:

Five, six, seven, eight [fluff with a touch of angst]

Fifty-fifty [comfort/hurt with fluff]

The art of being human [angst with comfort/hurt]

You're somebody else [angst with no happy ending]

To be alone with you [fluff]

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Changbin x reader:

A pickle for your thoughts? [fluff]

Truce? [comfort/hurt]

Swan dive [comfort/hurt]

Northern attitude [comfort/hurt]

I miss you, I'm sorry [angst with no happy ending]

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Hyunjin x reader:

Possibility [angst with no happy ending]

My muse [fluff]

Stupid bird [fluff]

To Saturn and back [angst with no happy ending]

Straight shooter [mafia AU]

The cut that always bleeds [comfort/hurt]

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Han x reader:

Honey bun [fluff]

Novocaine [fluff]

Enamored Remedy [fluff]

Gone away [angst with no happy ending]

Look after you [comfort/hurt]

Tetris [fluff]

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Felix x reader:

Sweet cheeks [fluff]

Cookie monster [fluff]

Cuddle bug [fluff]

Corroded love [angst with no happy ending]

The depths between [ongoing Siren AU mini-series]

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Seungmin x reader:

Passionate kisser, unlimited trickster [fluff]

Time, love, effort, and cooties [fluff & comfort/hurt]

This is me trying [comfort/hurt]

Ice, ice, baby [fluff]

Waiting for us [comfort/hurt]

Mess is mine [comfort/hurt]

Birds of a feather [fluff]

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I.N x reader:

My baby [fluff]

We'll keep this love in a photograph [right person, wrong time angst]

Duck, duck, goose [angst & comfort]

Already gone [comfort/hurt]

Drowning [comfort/hurt with angst]

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Full length fanfics on Wattpad/Ao3:

Taste | Changbin | Slow burn enemies to lovers

N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Chan | Mafia/crime AU with a slow burn forbidden romance

Forget-me-not | Seungmin | Memory loss trope with a slow-building romance

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#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stay #kpop fanfic #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #fanfic writing #fanficwriter #skz masterlist

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Story Masterlist (COMPLETED)

Pairing: Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x Emilia (alias: Shade)

Genre: MAFIA AU, angst, romance

Word Count: ~33k words

Warnings: explicit mature content, mentions of death and other graphic scenes (it's a Mafia...), swearing, blood, anxiety etc.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

"Looking back on it, I should've noticed that I was falling way too fast, way too hard, and that this strong urge to have him flushed over me like a tsunami would only drown me. I wanted more. I should've known then how dangerous that was. I was oblivious that his kisses were poison. How couldn't I notice just by the euphoria they made me feel? I should've known it was too good to be true. But the sad thing is, even if I knew, it probably wouldn't have mattered. As long as it was him, I would've been happy to stay oblivious. I would've gladly drunk any poison. I should've known then that he wouldn't do the same for me. It was not poison that I was tasting on his kisses, but heartbreak. I should've wanted less." This book takes place in the Mafia Universe, where Chan is the young leader of one of the most powerful gangs out there, Stray Kids. Fate ties him and Emilia (or Shade, by alias) together - but will this encounter bring anything positive, or would it just bring pain to the both of them? We shall see in "The White Lily" - an angsty, suspenseful fanfic, the first story of many to come in the Mafia Series. Bang Chan Fanfiction

The story and cover edit are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Emilia, the protagonist, is a made-up character. Stray Kids members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead.

18+

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Chapter 1 - Girl on a mission - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 2 - First meetings - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 3 - Borrowed time - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 4 - The party and the after party - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 5 - An eye for an eye - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 6 - Nightmareless - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 7 - SKZ, you're next - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 - The Overpass - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 9 - Paint it black - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 10 - Velvet glove around an iron fist - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 11 - Olive branch - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 12 - The White Lily - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 13 - Project Thrips - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 14 - Crimson Red - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 15 - I was never there - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 16 - Yours truly, Shade - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Mafia Series Book #2 - The Black Iris and The Withered Rose

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marvelous-llama · 10 months

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GOT7 recs

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

tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, so please reblog and comment under works you like. Show love to the authors and appreciate their hard work

<<next chapters

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

OT7

The Mafia by @inyournightmares97

The Inevitability of You by @yehet-me-up

Soulmate series by @fantastic-bby (Mark, Jaebeom, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, Yugyeom)

Firework by @inyournightmares97

one shots

Trust Issues by @jeonronwoo

Mark x gn!reader (wc - 1.7k) established relationship - angst, hurt/comfort

series

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series

Suits by @bambikisss

Jaebeom x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k + 5.7k) strangers to lovers, CEO!reader, CEO!Jaebeom - fluff, smut, romance Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both? part 1, part 2

Through His Eyes by @prettywordsyouleft

Jaebeom x fem!reader - angst, romance, fluff, smut Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.

Reconciliation by @prettywordsyouleft

Jaebeom x fem!reader exes to lovers, business AU - angst, fluff, smut, romance You had allowed yourself to be undervalued for too long, as a business partner and lover of Im Jaebum and so you left him for good. When you crossed paths again, not all was how you imagined it to be. Could you reconcile after all the pain?

one shots

nights like this by @babecoups

Jackson x fem!reader (wc - 2.8k) brother´s best friend, idiots to lovers - angst, smut, fluff You have the worst luck when it comes to relationships, but sometimes the right guy for you is the one you shouldn’t have feelings for in the first place.

Light On by @cas-skz

Jackson x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k) established relationship - fluff, smut Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him

series

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Plot Twist by @kpopchangedme

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 5.5k) enemies to lovers - angst, smut, fluff? Being locked up until tomorrow morning with your biggest rival in the Archery team might not be all bad after all...

Royal Flush by @bambikisss

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k) friends to lovers, knight!Jinyoung, princess!reader - fluff, smut, angst Your best friend sneaks into your castle and keeps you company before he goes off to war, leading to feelings being revealed.

Making a Move by @milfgyuu

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k) roommates, friends to lovers - humour, smut, fluff

series

Destined by @prettywordsyouleft

Jinyoung x fem!reader soulmates - angst, fluff, smut You craved meeting your soulmate, but you wished more than anything he could be your best friend, Mark. When Mark finally meets his soulmate, you get the chance to find yours and he’s not at all what you expected.

enough by @ahgaseda

Jinyoung x fem!reader mafia, exes to lovers - angst, smut to survive as a single woman in the big city, you resort to letting rich men pay for your company, but never anticipated that your first client would be the boy you once loved, Jinyoung.

The Trial Period by @prettywordsyouleft

Jinyoung x fem!reader enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, romance, suggestive When the perfect studio space comes up, you leap at the chance to take it. Except, so has Park Jinyoung, someone you have hated for the past three years. Given three months to share the space before deciding who will claim it, can you push Jinyoung out by the end of your trial period, or will you find that the tactics you both use leads to something unexpected?

one shots

Open Tab by @milfgyuu

Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) strangers to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort A connection is made with a handsome bartender who offers you comfort, a slice of cheesecake, and so much more on your ruined evening.

The Seventh Wedding by @inyournightmares97

Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 15k) strangers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.

series

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I Think I Love You by @milfgyuu

Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.

series

one shots

oh my god, they were roommates by @babybirdgyeom

Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

series

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straylightdream · 2 years

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a series of connecting mafia au stories with different members of Stray kids. They can be read in the order below listed but you don’t have to read each on to understand the story. They can be read as stand alone stories.

All stories are coming soon.

𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲

Cold, wicked and ruthless we’re all words that people used to describe Bang Chan, but when it came to her he made an oath to protect her. Hyunjin was assigned to watch over her, he never expected for her to break down his walls.

♡ pairing: Bang Chan (mob boss) x f.reader & Hwang Hyunjin (bodyguard) x f.reader

♡ genre: mafia/ bodyguard au, romance, smut

♡ warnings: sexual situations, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death, blood, ptsd

♡ status: 30k written and about 80% done.

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞

Her job was to be a private therapist and to never repeat what she’s heard. She never expected to fall for a man with blood stained hands and bright smile.

♡ pairing: Han Jisung (mob) x f.reader (therapist)

♡ genre: mafia au, romance, smut

♡ warnings: sexual situations, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death, blood

♡ status: coming soon

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

A botched kidnapping leads her to a man she never expected. Lost in the feeling of is it lust or love she’s hiding away with skz.

♡ Seo Changbin (mob) x f.reader (nurse)

♡ genre: mafia au, romance, smut

♡ warnings: sexual situations, unprotected sex, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death, blood, pregnancy

♡ status: coming soon about 5k written

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

♡ Lee Minho (mob / bodyguard au) x f.reader

♡ genre: mafia/bodyguard au, romance, smut,

♡ warnings: sexual situations, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death, blood

♡ status: coming soon

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

♡ Lee Felix (mob) x f.reader

♡ genre: mafia/star-cross lover au, romance, smut

♡ warnings: sexual situations, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, death of a side character, blood

♡ status: coming soon

If you want to be tagged in any story please let me know. I will use my taglist account to reblog and tag everyone. I’m shooting to write a story for each of the boys.

#stray kids #stray kids mob au #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfictions #stray kids x reader #bang chan #bang chan x reader #Lee know x reader #Changbin x reader #Hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #Lee Felix x reader #Seungmin x reader #Jeongin x reader #stray kids mafia au #my writing #sea of roses

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Mafia Clan Ties - Lee Know SKZ smut- NSFW

HI, so for some reason I can't stop with the Mafia ideas, I'm not used to this type of gangster writing, but, this my story and I decide how it goes. SO I basically had a thought when I saw the video of Minho talking about his scar and his surgery when he was younger and long story short that was the start of this inspiration. I'm not sure if this will have a second part, we'll see, anyway please enjoy reading.

Lee Know x Reader

themes: mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of mafia affiliations, sexual themes, unprotected sex, mutual consent, mentions of death, mentions of gun violence, mentions of death threats.

also I don't speak nor can I write in Korean. in this fic

Italics in bold: means they're speaking in korean.

word count: 9,361

p.s sneak peek at something I have more of on my patreon, but I will share some of it at the end.

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He kissed softly at the tender spot before his small whisper.

“Please don’t lie to me again, please, you’re mine…”

His declaration was more of a question when he said it in my ear, I felt a sting in my heart at the pain and doubt I caused, my hands went up to his hair and it was all I could do to keep him close.

“I’m always going to be yours Minho, no one’s gonna take me from you, I promise I won’t hurt you ever again” I couldn’t stop the hitch in my throat as it got harder to speak.

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Why he brought me here I don’t know, I betrayed him, he’s hurt and it’s because of me. He was left in a vulnerable position right now nothing else matters except for helping him and stopping the bleeding. I ran back into the room, he was sat on the couch where I left him, how he was able to focus driving long enough to bring us to this cabin out in the middle of nowhere after a gun fight was beyond me. He said we’d be safe here and that no one else knew our location. My hands shook as I used the scissors from the first aid kit to open up his shirt, the holes in his shoulder and bicep were swollen and still bleeding, the blood had slowed some but if I didn’t stop it now he’d definitely pass out. Out of instinct or adrenaline I climbed on top of him and undid his belt to wrap it around his bicep above the wound and tightened it. His already blood soaked shirt served as better use to press against the wound higher up on his shoulder blade, he’d let out a painful groan and I felt horrible, I needed to use all my first aid knowledge to help him. I pressed against his wound with one hand and reached for the jacket I tossed aside to press on top of the shirt I couldn’t wrap his wounds till the bleeding stopped. We were both quiet in that moment, Minho’s slow and shaky breaths made the pain in my heart twist that much more, I wanted to vomit at the memory of lying to him the way I did. It was never my intention to let it go on as long as it did. I never intended to fall in love with him and string him along when he tried to get closer, all I ever did was push him away, and yet he stayed waiting patiently for me to be ready.

He didn’t deserve a snake like me, yet all I wanted right now was for him to hold me close like he had the night we spent talking together till I fell asleep on his chest. I could still hear the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling me to sleep and calming my nerves. The pure love he had for me was undeniable, and I was poison to him, maybe me being a snake is why I couldn’t ever bring myself to let him all the way in. The thought of being intimate with him was so tempting, but knowingly lying to him and feeding information to his enemies, even if he wanted to try to go further I couldn’t because it felt like a lie. Insincerity on my part because, even if it all started out innocently, I was only there in the end to pay off a debt to my crooked mafia friend.

“Why are you thinking so hard for?” His voice was small like he usually sounds when he speaks english with me, he always sounds more confident and commanding in Korean, only this time he was weak and tired and I wasn’t too sure if it was my guilt or not but he sounded so much more hurt. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, how stupid I must look right now to him crying as if I had that privilege, the thought of looking him in the eyes was terrifying. How could I look this sweet, caring man in the eyes after I had committed such a betrayal of trust and to boot he saved my life and took two bullets for me. His cold and calloused hand reached for my cheek and thumbed at my tears, still he was so gentle and comforting, I couldn’t help myself when my muscles relaxed at his touch. The pressure I had on his wound needed to be focused on, but my face leaned into his other hand, his weak voice shushing me while I sobbed and looked away from him.

“Hey, it’s ok”

“No it’s not!” I cried out and when his face came into view of my blurry sight he looked so soft and warm with his hair covering his eyes. He had no hint of malice in his tone or his eyes, I couldn’t believe he was still so trusting, my breath hitched in my throat. I shifted my focus to his wound and checked it for more blood, apart from my jacket getting a little more blood on it, the belt and my pressure seemed to stop it so that I could wrap him up. I needed to patch him up to get away from him and avoid his soft gaze behind his messy hair. While I sniveled and cleaned up his wounds his hand fell from my face and stayed at my hip, his fingers twitching every now and then when he felt pain. I tried my best to clean him up and wrap his chest, he’d been covered in filth and I couldn’t leave him like that, before I could leave him I made a mix of warm water and soap to clean his skin around the thin wrap before I built the bandages up more. His eyes were closed and his hand stayed in the same spot on my hip, straddling him wasn’t ideal, sitting in his lap was the best course of action to clean him up while he sat on the small couch. His chest rose and fell softly and he seemed to have fallen asleep, I couldn’t avoid looking at his bare chest while washing him. He had so many scars from other parts of his life, my hands lingered around the center of his torso, just under his chest he had a slit of skin that scarred and resembled a knife wound. I wondered how it could have happened and without realizing it, I was in a daze as I kept brushing my fingers against it, his chest was steady and slow with his breathing.

“It’s a surgery scar from when I was a baby” I jumped at his voice, not responding to him, before continuing to wash his body. He was quiet again and the silence between us was killing me, so much time we had spent together and we had never been so quiet for so long, he always found something to ask about or mention and I couldn’t stop talking about anything and everything when I was nervous around him. Right now it wasn’t nerves, I was downright terrified, he saved my life more than once and I repay him by lying to him and stringing him along in a false relationship.

“It was real to me” my hand stopped on his shoulder, and the lump growing in my throat made it so hard to breathe, I swallowed with a dry throat before I spoke up. My thoughts were jumbled and making one coherent sentence was nearly impossible.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“I never meant-I didn’t want”

“You should have let me die”

"I couldn’t do that" his hand squeezed at my hip and I stayed silent hoping he’d let me just finish cleaning him up. His eyes bore into me and I felt his stare while I avoided it to focus on his body, that was when a dilema occurred to me, his lower half was still clad in his stiff blood soaked and filthy jeans. The dryness in my throat had gotten painful when I swallowed thickly again.

“I have to take your pants off Minho” he was quite and I looked to him for answers only to find his lips were turned up into a smirk while his eyes were closed. I whined out in frustration and groaned when I climbed off of him, gathering more soap and a bigger bowl for the mixture of water to wash him. My search continued to a room and I wondered if he had any extra clothes somewhere, this had to be something he thought of, he was a very smart man and his mafia brain always scared me. While I looked in the drawers I found a familiar pair of grey sweats and a black T-shirt, the cold metal and feeling of the gun had almost paralyzed me, instead of searching for more I took the clothes and left to finish undressing him and cleaning him up. He was still breathing and I was still panicking that I’d killed him, I’m sure he’s been shot before but it’s still worrisome when he looks so pale and vulnerable, I’m used to seeing him in a more commanding presence where he’s more vocal and not so small and quiet. I picked the scissors up again and cut at his jeans, only opening them did I realize that I would need to wash his back and climb on top of him again, it was just best to worry about what to do now and right now I needed to wash his blood stained skin. Try as I might though it was almost impossible to avoid noticing his toned body. Memories of our small moments together alone when he'd get too close or ask for one kiss and it would some how lead to one more touch or just one more kiss. I can say more than once he’s pulled me into his lap to kiss me or keep me closer for longer when I’d try to avoid him.

The more I thought about why I was still trying to avoid getting closer the more I wondered why he brought me here with him. I had nothing to contribute, no advantage to help him get out of this mess, on the contrary I caused this mess for him and here he was bleeding and helpless. After I had cleaned up his thighs and pulled his jeans out from under him I stood up and before I climbed on top of him I realized that I was just as filthy and covered in his blood. Instead of waking him from his sleep I just undressed myself and thanked god that I wore at least a tank top and there wasn’t too much of his blood on it. His face was just as filthy and the guilt I felt for not starting on his face made my stomach churn, after washing and wringing out the towel I was using, he was still sleeping. I had climbed on top of him again and after dipping the towel in the warm mixture to clean him up I turned to find him wide awake and staring at me. I froze in shock, he was half naked and so was I, his face was covered in sweat mixed with dirt and his lip was bleeding with a few other scrapes and bruises on his eye and cheek.

“I-didn’t want to get you dirty” my voice was small and he was silent and his starring felt like it was burning into my skin. A small whimper fell from my lips and my body jolted at the touch of his cold hands, they started at my thighs and slipped under my top to hold my waist, he pulled my hips down to press against his and my eyes widened while my jaw dropped at the feeling of his bulge pressing against me. In an attempt to contain the throbbing I felt pressed against him, I couldn’t tell if it was him or me but I wanted more than anything to buck against him, my mouth closed and my breathing turned shaky. My hand went up to wipe away the dirt, sweat and blood from his face while his hands kept me pressed to him and his eyes stayed trained on me. The difficulty of trying to concentrate while I could feel him against me was increasing and the fact that we had never been as close as this before had my mind spinning.

How could he be so calm?!

No matter how hard I tried to avoid it, the ache and warmth increasing between my thighs for him was getting harder to ignore, I prayed he couldn’t feel how wet I was getting. My hands were soft and I tried to make sure I applied the right amount of pressure to clean up his face. While trying my best to ignore the feeling of him pressing into my center I tried to make sure every spot on his face was clean. His hands surprised me when they squeezed at my sides and pulled my hips forward on him, forcing a loud gasp from me, he let out a deep sigh and his head was in my chest.

"please, let me" his voice was sounded so strained, something more desperate about it, I stayed silent and it wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t occurred to me. He’d been shot. How could I do this with him? The fear of him passing out or worse from being worked up is all I could think to process. I felt his tongue on my chest before I could answer and his hands slipped around to squeeze at my backside to rock me against him again. The noises I made in protest were ignored, I tried to make him see reason, his mouth was warm and wet on my chest while he started a slow and steady rhythm of my hips. Gathering what energy I could to focus more on his health, rather than the blissful feeling of him pressing against me so fervently, I reached up to his neck to pull his face from the mark he’s been sucking onto my collarbone. With a loud smack from his lips and the moan that I let slip was from the pain he stared up at me with dark pink lips while panting.

“Minho stop it, please, you’re hurt” I whined out to him when he brought my hips to rock on him once more.

“I’d feel better if you did it by yourself” his mouth turned up into a smirk.

“I’m being serious, you shouldn’t be getting worked up like this” I wanted to convince him and myself.

“I’m always worked up, you can make me feel better” he was laid back against the seat, his hands still cupping at me from behind.

“Please” he looked at me with innocent eyes, but his expression and posture was anything but innocent. If he kept pressing me down and moving me he’d be moving too much and wasting his energy. I couldn’t think properly, he was asking me to ride him.

“Minho. I can't- It’s embarrassing” I whined out and leaned forward to press my forehead against his and shut my eyes to avoid his gaze.

“You don’t like it?” He sounded so small and a little hurt at the assumption.

“That’s not it and you know it” I cried out.

“Y/n, please, you’re here in front of me. Right now with almost nothing on. I need to feel you, need to see you fall apart.” He was whispering to me, his lips so close, begging me to press myself against him to bring us both to bliss. The temptation was too much to bear, if he needed this I wanted it even more, my mouth found his in a desperate kiss while I whined and pressed down against him. He groaned softly in my mouth and swallowed the small whines and whimpers that left mine. My hips worked against him and I could feel how wet everything was. I never stopped kissing him, the thought of him staring at me while I rubbed myself against him was embarrassing, his lips felt so rough and tender. All I could think about was how warm everything was between my thighs and how heavy he felt against me. He squeezed at my skin, my arms went to his shoulders for leverage, I needed to feel more of him. His mouth pressed wet kisses to my chest, while I moved against him, the soft moans that he let out could be felt against my chest and it only made the sensation that much stronger. The fabric between us was so delicate and it was shameful to think of the wet spot I'd leave on him after. An embarrassing whine left my throat at the thought of him teasing me about it.

"you're so wet" my hips stuttered and my body shivered when I heard him speak his words in his soft spoken Korean, a small whimper left me while I tried to keep a steady pace rocking against him. His hands squeezed at my thighs and slid up again to grip my backside and encourage me to press harder against him with a low sigh. I wanted to please him, I needed him to cum too, my hips pressed into him at a slower and deeper pace. I couldn't help it when my body shuddered as I felt how stiff he was inside his boxers, the slowed movements allowed me to focus on his length, the delicate and thin fabric between us left nothing to the imagination. I did my best to keep my noises inside but when he’d bite at me and kiss at my skin I couldn’t help it when they escaped my throat. His mouth had been pressed against the center of my throat while he was sucking a dark mark into me, that’s when I heard him speak up, his lips were still against my throat before they left my skin with a loud smack.

“I want to be inside you, please” his fingers dug into my skin as I trembled and shook against him while still trying to help him finish. I tried to ignore his pleas while he continued to invade my senses and overwhelm me with his entire being.

“Please, baby I need to feel you” his voice was whiny he sounded so broken and desperate. I couldn’t help myself when I stopped to let my hands slide down between us, he watched me as I let him free, a shaky breath left him when I squeezed at him and gave his member a few tugs. I lifted myself slightly so that I could position myself above him, his fingers took over, his thumb brushed against the wet fabric of my panties. He tortured me with a long slow circle he rubbed into me, spreading the wet patch, his finger hooked onto the fabric and held it against my thigh. I lowered myself to feel him against me, both of us were anticipating this moment, we were so quiet. His small gasp matched my own whimper, as I teased us, the tip of his head rubbed against my wanting and dripping home for him. I let out a whiny moan at the feeling of him when I pushed down, his groan was desperate and broken as he huffed heavy pants against my chest. I was fully pressed to his hips, his length filling my need and want to feel full of him, it had gotten impossibly warmer, every touch from him left my skin clammy and burning.

“So soft and wet” the soft whimper he let out between his words made me squeeze tighter around him, forcing a high pitched gasp from his throat, his lips mouthed at my cheek pressing kisses to my jaw and at the corner of my mouth.

“Are you sure this-are you really okay?” Feeling him inside of me and the way he kissed me would usually have my head spinning and the desire would have overtaken me by now. When my hands touched at the gauze wrapped around his chest is how I was able to focus enough to still have concerns about doing this with him.

“Yes, I’m ok, you feel so good right now” his mouth never stopped kissing at my chest and his voice was muffled against my skin. He moaned against me as I pulsed around him again, he seemed so much more vocal like he usually is, I gasped after lifting my hips only to push him in again. He let out another groan and the way he couldn’t stop sounding so needy and whiny for everything I did only furthered the warmth stirring in my abdomen. His back was against the couch and he was looking up at me, his hand left my thigh and cupped at my neck and tilted my jaw down to face him. The wet sounds from between us while my hips never stopped his gaze had my chest burning in embarrassment causing me to hide my face in his neck. The new position felt closer and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at the way he felt. His hands had found their way to my hips again as I heard him panting and moaning from my movement. The silence of the room that was so loud before had been replaced with our soft moans and groans for each other, his hands gripping at my skin, and his teeth biting on my shoulder. The soft feeling of his lips, and the harsh marks his teeth would leave, made me wonder what it would look like once he marked me the way he wanted. I couldn’t believe how hard I worked to avoid this, but knowing he knew the truth now, it felt right to connect with him so deeply this way.

“my beautiful shy girl” he hummed and I felt his warm hands under my shirt, one staying at my hip while his other hand massaged my breast. I could feel my pent up emotions building and the need to finally orgasm was becoming more and more frustrating. I reached a hand down between us and rubbed at myself, his hand at my hip pushed my own out of the way, and I felt his fingers press against the small bundle of nerves begging for attention. My hand found the one he had on my chest and I wanted him to stay there while I kept moving my hips. I gripped on his shoulder while I continued to ride him, his fingers rubbing slow circles into me, the look on his face was adorable and sexy still. His mouth was agape, panting and groaning, his nose scrunched up while he looked between us. I couldn’t help myself when my hand on his shoulder went to tilt his chin up so I could kiss him. When our lips touched a he let out a desperate whimper from his throat and he swallowed the small whine I let slip when I felt his warmth spread inside of me. He was so warm and everything he had to give me was inside and it made me shake above him with everything he did and his fingers still rubbing into me. I cried out his name as I pushed against him, keeping him deep inside of me while I bucked against his hips.

“Good girl, my good girl, you did so good” I was left a panting and whiny mess against him, his fingers were still rubbing at me, slower and softer and I could feel him spreading the warm sticky mess we’d made over my small bud.

“Minho, wait, I need to finish” The sensitive feeling of just having an orgasm was torture, everything was so sensitive and I could feel him inside of me still, he wasn’t stopping.

“Cum for me again, please” I couldn’t stop myself from whining out and feeling another orgasm crash through me while I still had him inside, he was limp and I lazily lifted my hips up, the loss of his warmth had made me sigh. I wished we could be this close for longer, but he still needed to have his back cleaned, my thighs were sore and where I had him connected to me ached. I tried to climb off of him to go clean myself up but his hands held me by my hips I could feel how wet his length was against my dripping center. He let out a warm and satisfied hum that gave me goosebumps.

“One more kiss, please” I smiled at his attempt to beg for another kiss, spent and tired I leaned in for a sloppy kiss, it was slow and sweet. His sinful tongue slipping inside to play with mine softly. His kisses were always so warm and made me want to do this all day and night. His mouth separated from mine in a soft smack.

“Ok you can go now” I huffed out a laugh at his words, before softly smacking his arm, attempting to walk on my weak knees. The soreness of my thighs had caused me to lose my balance as I grabbed at the arm of the couch. I felt a slap on my ass, that stopped me before I continued to try walking, turning around to find Minho laid back against his seat with a smirk on his face. The mess on his thighs had caused me to blush harder as I attempted to walk away to clean myself up. The image of his wet limp length against his boxers had made me wash the rag I used to clean myself up and walk out to clean him up as well. I walked out with the rag in hand only to find his member tucked in his shorts, and his face softer than before, it was somewhat panic inducing how calm he looked. After I made sure he was still breathing I continued to clean up his back. His face was pressed to my shoulder and I could hear his small grumbling noises, before he started kissing at my skin, it was more lazy and felt like him expressing his appreciation. I was perfectly fine with his soft kisses until I felt his teeth dig into the dip of my neck. His warm wet mouth pressing kisses to my neck, causing my breath to hitch, He let out a small growl in his throat as I felt him sucking and biting harder into the sore skin. My hands slid up to his hair, the sound of his breathing against me had gotten heavier, it was hard to know who was shaking against who. It was getting more difficult to breathe as I felt his teeth sink in and his soft moans causing me to tremble even more against him. I couldn’t stop myself from the noises I was making or the way I gripped at him. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my back as I arched into him. All I could do was let my head fall back and allow him to painfully make his point. His teeth had felt even sharper, the force of him sucking and biting had me in a daze, and I couldn’t tell if he was marking me or taking a bite. My hands fell lower to his shoulders and I could feel his wound, He was in pain, it wasn’t just his arm that had been pierced. I had taken his heart and played with it, unintentionally, and yet it didn’t stop me from falling for him. My whines and moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure, I didn’t know I could enjoy something so animalistic, he was unforgiving. He left me in a heaving mess of broken gasps and panting out small pleas for him. He’d let a small whine out in the quiet room a loud smack disrupting the silence as he pulled away from me. Warmth that I couldn’t explain had felt like it had trickled down my front, when his mouth had left me, I could feel the soreness of the mark and the pain he’d felt with it. His tongue pressed flat to the spot and caused me to flinch. I felt a chill run through me as he felt over his teeth marks on me and let the tip of his tongue dip into the small divots. His breathing was heavy and all I could feel was how heavy he was panting against me. He kissed softly at the tender spot before his small whisper.

“Please don’t lie to me again, please, you’re mine…”

His declaration was more of a question when he said it in my ear, I felt a sting in my heart at the pain and doubt I caused, my hands went up to his hair and it was all I could do to keep him close.

“I’m always going to be yours Minho, no one’s gonna take me from you, I promise I won’t hurt you ever again” I couldn’t stop the hitch in my throat as it got harder to speak. His breathing slowed some and I could feel him relax into me again, his hands falling more limp around my waist. The paranoia of everything we had done is what made me stop breathing so I could hear his long and slow breaths. After cleaning him and dressing him the dark red tint around his mouth made me curious to see the mark he’d made. My eyes widened at the sight of his bite mark on my neck. The color was a dark red, mixed with hints of purple from him sucking on it, and had small splotches of blood where his teeth broke through my skin. I could feel the heat rise from my chest to my face as I felt over it. Goosebumps rising at the memory and chills running over my body. I cleaned myself up and it was a little embarrassing how much I enjoyed the sting of pain from being bitten so roughly. I had gathered what I could to make something for him to eat and hoped he’d wake up soon.

*****

For the past four days I had been panicking and worrying about the amount of times Minho and I had spent worshipping each others bodies. It was almost as if he’d been perfectly fine the next day when he went out to catch a few fish to cook. It was hard to remember how we ended up with him bending me over the table, only to spend the rest of the morning with him ravishing my body, and leaving even more bruises. He’d finally listened to me and gone to a doctor, his wounds had started looking more red and irritated no matter how often I cleaned them, not to mention how many times I tried to remove some of the pieces of the bullet. We had almost run out of the antibacterial cream left in the kit. Out of anxiety or fear of when he’d return I just started cleaning everything. Not only had his wound been worrying me, but I couldn’t remember when I last had a period, the paranoia and stress of worrying about the moment we’d no longer be safe was nerve wracking. It had come to the point that I’d finally run out of almost everything to do and ended up spending the rest of daylight out at the wash basin behind the cabin. I had washed his blood stained shirt and my own clothes, since it was his cabin I was wearing his clothes, just before I had thought about starting on the bed sheets I had heard a car door shut. The anxiety had caused me to flinch and rush inside to try to hide from whoever it was. The moment I made it in and tried to hide in the bathroom is when I saw Minho walk in through the door, before I could think to do anything else, I had ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. A small grunt left his mouth and I pulled away worrying I had hurt his bad shoulder.

“Are you ok? Did they know what happened?”

“It’s ok, I’m ok, don’t worry, we’re in clan neutral territory. Most of the civilians here don’t have ties to the clans”

“Do I need to do anything for you?” It was an innocent question and I was sincere in my intentions to take care of him till he was completely healed up.

“Doc said I’m gonna need sponge baths till the skin heals closed” his tone had a light air to it, but the way his hands held my hips felt more mischievous, his next words were spoken in a lower tone. “You can help me with those right?”

I needed to figure out a way to distract him before he started up again, with the touching and the kissing, and the ability to make me forget everything. “I’ll help, but we need to figure out the situation with the food and everything, I’m hungry, what are we supposed to do?”

“I brought some things, that’s why I took so much longer. Want to help bring them in?”

It was almost instinctual when I rushed out the door to get the things down. The entire trunk and back seat was covered in grocery bags and I wondered really then how long it would take for us to get back to our normal lives, could we? Warm arms embraced me from behind in a soft hug with a small nudge of his head on my shoulder.

“Are we ever going to be able to go back to normal?” I didn’t intend for it to sound so desperate or whiny, but it was a strange moment to feel that way, it felt like all I had known was gone. I definitely didn’t want him to think I didn’t want to be here with him. Minho was all I had now, but could I ever see my sister again? Would I put her in danger if I tried? Is she already in danger?

“Hey, calm down, I can hear you’re panicking.” He was soft and warm and mine. I needed to hide my face before I started crying, I made this mess, why was I being such a child about it ?

“I can’t calm down Minho, my sister has been alone for the past five days and I can’t even tell her where I am and don’t even know if she’s still safe, how can I protect her when I’m here with you!?” I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he stayed firm and held me to his warmth.

“I have someone watching her, don’t worry, do you want to talk to her?” The thought of having to explain everything to her was nauseating, but would I even have the time?

“For how long?” He sighed at my question and I felt my body crumble against him in defeat. The noise that left my throat was inhuman and I hid my face in his chest again.

“I can fix it, but it’s going to take time, do you think you can wait longer knowing she’s safe?”

“Of course I can wait Minho, I just feel useless…and selfish” I pulled away from him and continued my path to the car.

“Why are you selfish?”

I stopped with my hand on the door handle. “Because for the past five days I have been convincing myself that being here with you isn’t wrong, that it’s okay for me to feel happy and warm…” he was so quiet and I still couldn’t find the courage to look him in the eye or talk about this topic with him in any form. I was letting myself get carried away with how much he wanted to be close to me without any barriers or walls I’d put up to stop him.

“The night you found me, it was the first time they forced me to go to the location of the hit, they threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t do what they asked. Everything happened so slow and it was like they eased me into it…” I wanted him to stop me, but the fear in my voice and the way my breath trembled was met with his calm silence, leaving the air open for me to fill with my words.

“It started out with just me helping out someone who needed to pass his computer science course, he tried to make out with me one time, I ended up blackmailing him to pay me for the inconvenience. I never meant for it to end up the way it did, but I needed the money, I really needed the money.” The time we spent together before everything broke the 'reality' we were in was bitter sweet and left a warm metallic taste in my mouth. He'd met my little sister and she had opened up to him against my better judgement, she told him the entire agreement with our parents, she had explained how we ended up living together in Seoul and studying. I remember it had been getting difficult to actually get him to bring me close enough to his mafia circle and my own mafa 'friend' had cut me off due to not getting any results. The pain of remembering the week Minho had not only bought our groceries but he paid our rent and gave me extra money for other bills. I had cried in front of Minho out of frustration or desperation I wasn't expecting him to actually spend money on me and give me money. I felt guilty invited him over for dinner, surprisingly I enjoyed it more than I should’ve, and we spent the entire night cuddled together and watching horror movies.

"I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldn't let my sister get hurt, when I woke up in your room and you fed me and cleaned me up. I just wanted to disappear and run away. I didn’t think we’d start running into each other and I didn’t expect you to ask me out. By the time they caught me with you on our second date they had figured out who you were and used me again. I wanted out, but how was I supposed to get rid of them? Then you- you wanted to get closer and we were always around each other and my little sister and you cared for me I-I couldn’t-”

“I’m here, you’re okay” his warm voice was in my ear and a soft but firm embrace of his arms around my chest, pushing my back to his own chest, I could feel his deep breath and my hands curled up to hold his forearms against me. I couldn’t stop my breathing from getting so shaky and the sobs I let out had begun hurting so much I followed him to the floor of the forest we were in. He held me against him and wrapped me in his body as I sat between his thighs and laid against his chest. His steady heartbeat thumping against my back, he waited till the tears had stopped falling from my eyes, his hand turned my chin to him thumbing at my tearstained cheek and he pressed his forehead to mine. He was so calming and comforting, how could I believe he was the coldest most uncaring person, although his first impression was something I couldn’t avoid at the time. We were in an odd situation when we first met and him being cold and uncaring was reasonable since he didn’t know me. I was more of a nuisance at the time since I had been taken hostage by my supposed ‘partner’ at the location and he killed him out of retaliation. I had no idea about the small war waging against the two opposing clans and somehow we both ended up in the middle as pawns.

“Baby, I don’t want to make you feel bad, but there’s a few things in the car that might go bad if we stay out here longer” his words caused me to jolt up and at the sudden movement I nearly smacked his face with my hand, the surprise was how fast his reflexes were, could I honestly say his reaction time was surprising? His hand had reached out just before my own caused any harm and I welcomed the warm hold. His fingers laced with mine and brought my hand to his as he kissed at my skin from his spot in the dirt floor. He stood up in a calculated manner, body still close enough to warm mine, as he reached behind me to open the car door. We were quiet as we put the things away, it was almost peaceful, when I opened up one of the last bags my eyes widened at the sight of a few pregnancy tests and a few boxes of condoms along with different types of pads and liners.

"M-Minho, umm, did-wh-" it was a struggle for me to find the words, it was obvious why, to say I didn't know the consequences of our decisions was a lie. I didn't expect him to be so nonchalant about buying these products though. also how did he know my preference of brand on my period products, did he look in my bathroom drawers? he was quiet during my stuttering and then he smirked at me while getting closer.

"you don't think we got carried away?" I was panicked as he got closer, his lips grazing the still sore mark he made on my neck, He kissed at the tender skin of my neck before lifting me on the counter. I couldn't stop the small yelp from leaving my throat as he licked at the tender wound he'd made.

"as much as I love filling you up with everything I can give, I don't think you want to be a mother" his voice was soft and made me shiver. I could feel his warmth pressing against my own, the memory of how he felt inside when he filled me up, I wanted him one more time without any thoughts or protection. How he could make me feel this way drove me crazy. I had developed a craving for him and the thought of us needing to use protection if we were going to keep doing this was somewhat disappointing.

"please" my voice came out small and pitiful, it was obvious I wasn't paying attention to anything other than my body and his, his hips pressed into mine and my breathing was shallow. I could feel him pressing harder to my center.

"what are you doing to me?" his hands tugged at my sweats, the need to be close to each other was overwhelming, once my sweats came off I tugged open the button of his jeans. His fingers tugged at the cloth covering my wanting home for him and a whine left my mouth as he felt over how wet I had gotten. His fingers played with me while I played with him and brought him to full attention. His free hand tilted my head up as he neared me, his member slipped inside of me with a warm push, he swallowed the moan I let out when his lips pressed to mine. My hands held him close by his hips and his hands gripped at my backside, needy hips grinding against each other, he was panting as he tried to keep a steady pace. He had felt so warm, everything about the moment was desperate and needy, broken moans and whines were all that filled the room air. He was so warm I felt so close to him and I wanted to be this close always. The way he filled me and touched me, grabbing and squeezing, one of his hands stayed firm at my back while his other kept my mouth against his. In a mix of sloppy kisses and whispers of his love for me and mine for him his warm hand slid up the nape of my neck to tug at my hair softly. He had me at his mercy, I wanted to do everything he wanted, his hips never stopped as he kissed at my neck. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he mouthed at my tender skin, pulling louder whines from my throat in a mix of pain and pleasure, our bodies were so close. His hips slowed and his kisses got softer. I could feel the need I still had for him. I wanted him inside of me, all of him, my thighs were spread wide for him but when he slowed I wrapped my legs around to keep him in his spot.

''are you sure you want this?" his words hung in the air and he'd stopped moving. I could feel him throbbing against me and I couldn't help it as I felt myself clench around him. My hips squirmed against him, needing to feel the friction, if this was going to be the last time we could get away with this I wanted all of him.

"I want you inside me, please" He had let out a shaky breath, my words were breathless, and I was desperate to feel him. I needed him, it was terrifying to realize how much, I wanted and needed him in this moment. I couldn't stop the awkward squak that left me when he lifted me off the counter. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as he effortlessly walked me over to the table and laid me down.

"I want to watch you when it happens" His voice was soft and I let out a soft moan at his whisper. I was so deeply in love with this man, his hips started slow again while I spread my thighs for him, his warm hands slid up from my abdomen, under my shirt, to my chest. My own hands covered his, all I wanted was to feel him against me, I looked up at him through the haze of my sight. It took everything in me to make sure I could see him and he could see me. His bottom lip was between his teeth, hair almost covering his hooded eyes, as he stared at the way I reacted to him. I felt one of his hands slowly slide down to where we connected. His fingers pressed to the needy bud and my own fingers wrapped around his wrist to feel him. He felt warm and his fingers were making me tremble against him, I wanted him closer, He felt so far away from me and I was desperate and needy for everything.

"Minho, I want kisses" trying to sound coherent was impossible, this beautiful man was ravishing me and invading all my senses and thoughts with him, his eyes met mine at the sound of my plea. He leaned over me and his warm tongue slipped inside to coax my own to play with his. I could feel the shiver of my orgasm brim over as I whined in his mouth and kissed at him. Without warning I felt bliss take over as my legs wrapped around him and my body trembled against his. I struggled to keep my eyes on him as his hands pressed on the table at either side of my head, his hips stuttered against mine as I felt myself still pulsing around him, he let out a small moan and whine slip out with my name as I felt his warmth spread inside of me. My hands slid around him to bring him closer, his warmth filling me, he forced another shiver from me as I tightened my thighs around him. He was panting in the crook of my neck as he stayed hunched over me.

"I'm going to miss the way that feels" he panted out and I whined out as he brought himself up to face me. I shook my head and brought him closer to hide my face in his neck.

"I'm mad at myself for not having my birth control on me at all times." I whined out, causing him to chuckle at me.

"we need to be careful and this is not us being careful" he groaned and sighed before continuing. "I can't help myself with you, all that waiting made me so frustrated, I just want you more." he kissed at my cheek and then my arm as he pulled me away from him. I groaned at the sore and empty feeling when he slid out of me.

" you look so filled and dirty, my dirty girl" It was almost embarrassing to have him staring at my dripping center, I could feel his warmth seeping out of me, he told me he enjoyed seeing the mess he made with me. I sat up and the ache of laying on the table had stiffened my back. My face turned bright red as I looked down to see the mess seeping from me that had fallen on the kitchen floor. I covered my face in embarrassment and whined out his name.

" why didn't you tell me how messy it was?"

"cause I like it" he kissed at the top of my head and squeezed at my bottom.

"go shower, I can finish up in here" I obeyed him and went to clean myself, though it almost seemed in vain when he joined me in the shower. The sound of the shower curtain opening startled me, causing me to turn and see Minho's bare body, I was almost finished and felt somewhat exposed with my body covered in soap bubbles.

“Minho your bandages” I held my hand out to his chest as he stepped into the shower.

“You can change them for me” he whispers against my lips and a warm kiss under the water almost distracted me. I pushed him away and was relieved to see his bandage was still dry.

“You said you needed sponge baths still” he smirked at me almost in a devilish way.

“We can run a bath together” his voice was inviting and I couldn’t help myself. I had adjusted the shower and started filling the tub. He sat down and the tub was surprisingly wide enough to leave extra room for us. I didn’t want to fill it too much, just enough to wash him and then drain it to rinse him again. Once the water was up to his hip from his seated spot I got ready to wash his hair. His free arm wrapped around my hips and held me close to him as I straddled his thigh to lather his hair in water and shampoo. He was quiet and compliant with me, moving as I directed, he seemed to enjoy it more than anything else. I couldn’t help but stare at his pretty face, the way his head was tilted back with his eyes closed, he looked like a painting. My fingers massaged into his scalp as I washed his hair, he was like a little cat, a warm hum rumbling in his throat at the feeling. After it felt sufficiently clean I squeezed at his shoulder gently and brought him forward to me. I shifted to straddle him and picked up the cup we had been using in the shower, not wanting to risk contaminating his wound, I opened the faucet and let the water run. After filling the cup I gently rinsed his hair while being careful of his bandage. It was mesmerizing how compliant he was, moving where I wanted him, his skin was so beautiful it was hard to believe he was apart of the Mafia Lieutenant’s. I continued with the conditioner and he continued to be a soft compliant kitten, humming in comfort, the second rinse was just as careful.

“Do you want me to take off the bandage?” He opened his eyes slowly, smiled softly at me, before he placed his arms at the edge of the tub and let his head fall back again with his eyes shut. He seemed so tired and I can’t imagine picking me up helped him feel any better. I couldn’t believe I let it slip my mind when he did that. The wrap was new, Minho had leaned back and sat against the tub once it came off, after taking it off I placed it on the small stool we had next to the tub. His wounds looked so much better now, they were stitched closed, there was a coating of what looked like an ointment.

"can I wash it or did he tell you to leave it on ?" I stared at him and his face was unmoving, for someone who trusts so little people in his life he seemed to be so vulnerable in this moment, his eyes were shut with his head tilted back against the tub when he spoke up.

"He said to not irritate it for today, if it looks better tomorrow I can wash it" I continued with the task of washing his body and rubbed the soap in my hands. The more I tried to focus on washing him the more I couldn't help focusing on his reactions to me. He hummed and sighed softly as I spread the body wash over his other shoulder and neck, making sure to get behind his ears, then sliding down to spread it over his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist to bring him forward to wash his back. His body hunched over mine, hovering over the bite mark he had broken skin to make, I could feel his breath against my damp shoulder. His low hum caused a shiver to run down my spine as I rubbed at his back. He hadn't tried to coax me into doing anything more, I couldn't tell if I was disappointed or completely wrong for thinking it, he seemed to really enjoy the moment as it is. When I had gotten down to his hips my eyes widened when I saw him standing at attention again, ignoring it was impossible, I couldn't just skip washing it. My hands wrapped around him and I felt how warm and heavy he was in my hands. His breathing seemed more focused like he was trying to stop himself. I didn’t want to provoke him any more than he already was, just continued to wash him, and fill the tub with more water to rinse him again.

I couldn't stop the nagging in my head at the thought of my late period, given I have not kept track of it and I don't remember the last time I had it, the thought of possibly being pregnant after everything that has happened. The entire situation was enough to make me vomit alone, and adding the stress and worry of being pregnant, it was just something else to add to the list of unbelievable things. Could I really say it was unbelievable if I was making the conscious decision to ignore it in the moment? So much to worry and think about and as I wrapped his new bandage again Minho’s hand found mine. He gave me a look almost like he was asking a question.

"Minho, what happens if we might have made a mistake?" He was soft in the face and it always worries me with how calm he is. His warm hand caressing my face as he responded.

"it's your choice, not mine, I am here to be with you. Whatever you decide is what I want" I sighed and nuzzled into his hand, his warmth calming me, after I finish his wrap I brought him his underwear and helped him take his towel off.

“Do you want a shirt?” He looked so sleepy and shook his head, damp hair bouncing on his head, his hair covered his eyes. I smiled at him and continued to dress myself and put our towels away. He stayed sat at the edge of the bed and held a hand out to me. I took his hand and helped him maneuver himself to lay down. He had brought me to climb over him and I smiled at him with either hand at the side of his face. He smirked up at me and I couldn’t help the urge to leave a soft kiss to his mouth.

I love him, and how comforting he is, god what am I going to do about this?

“M’sleepy” he mumbled out and I laid on his side and nuzzled into his chest, his steady heart and breathing lulling me to sleep.

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kay so, I am having a very umm strong mafia phase right now, and I have done this with Chan and Minho, for my Mafia Chan I will be making a second part. It is currently in my drafts and I am working on it.

p.s I might post a short like side story that I am working on and I will only show you a sneak peak to keep you interested. If you want to know more about it i have more on my

patreon @Jazz_The_Writer

anyway here's my little sneak peek.

Drunk Mafia Maid Service Chan short.

He was so needy and his hands gripped at me tighter while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his, he tasted like liquor, he'd come home like this once before. He'd asked me to straddle his thigh and it felt thick, but I had a need to feel closer, he still felt so far away. He didn't usually go out drinking, unless he couldn't avoid it, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The kiss was so needy and sloppy when I pulled away from him I shyly wiped away the string of saliva. He smirked up at me and I couldn't help it when my leg swung over and I straddled him. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His warm hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another warm and filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me, his mouth swallowed the desperate whine I let out and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that, baby girl I’m not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected.

“I don’t care about what I’d be feeling, it doesn’t feel good cause my thighs aren’t wide enough and I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

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District 9: Chapter 12

Mafia!AU || skz x OC’s || PG-17 ||

Pairings: Bangchan x oc, Minsung x oc, other pairings to come!

Genre: Angst, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Humor, AU (& so much more lol)

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, weapons, language

Status: Ongoing

Wc: 3.7k words

AN: It feels so weird typing out “chapter 12″ now, our story is picking up and it’s crazy that you guys are actually enjoying it. The support really motivates us to keep it going so thank you! Enjoy !! - Y2K

(In the compound, the night the girls make it to the coast)

Monitors were beeping quietly throughout the dark room, three of them sitting side by side on a large desk in the center with a rickety office chair in front, a chair that currently sat empty. The usual occupant was standing towards the back of the room, tinkering with his latest gadget.

The soft light from a small desk lamp sitting in the corner of the cramped table brightens the room just enough to make out its contents. Wires and tools were scattered about as he stood with his back to the door. Safety glasses secured on his face, and dark brown wisps fall right at his brows as he leans down close to his latest project. A small laser zaps at the device before him, keeping his mind busy as he waits.

Jisung’s brain is usually working in overdrive throughout his everyday life. Only when he’s working with his technology is he finally able to calm the chaos in his head. Ever since they arrived at the compound, he’s isolated himself in this room, distracting himself with his work. Bangchan knew how badly he needed his own space to work on his own projects, as well as how important it was to set up a server that was undetectable to keep them in the loop with the outside world while they hid. The moment Chris told him this room was his, he got to work. Jisung found himself pulling all-nighters often, even last night, to keep him from going back to his bedroom.

After the argument before the Gala, he and Minho had barely spoken to each other. If Chris noticed he didn’t comment on it, which Jisung was grateful for. He traded the shared bedroom he always longed for with Minho, for a couch and it’s worn material in this room alone. If he wasn’t thinking about the fight with his partner, his brain wandered to the source of the conversation. Choi Yura always found a way to creep into his thoughts and this time it was his overwhelming worry for her as she escaped the life she knew, and traveled to meet them at the compound.

When he was listening in to the meeting at the gala, she barely spoke. At first, he chalked it up to the fact that Yura was working, she was sent as an ambassador of sorts for her academy so she was not really able to be her true self around the elder agents within the society, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was just something more going on with her.

The van door slid open quickly, jolting Jisung who was still smiling at the conversation he overheard between his hyung and the eldest Choi sister.

“Cameras were looping the whole time. No one will know you guys were there.” Jisung finished his sentence as his curious eyes traveled to the door.

Minho climbs in without sparing his partner a glance. He removes his own earpiece and places it into a box next to Jisung’s setup.

“I’ll meet you guys at the rendezvous point.” Minho states before turning back to the door.

Jisung frowned at him. They were all supposed to leave together. Once Chan returned they would drive to the edge of town where Changbin and Seungmin were waiting.

“Did you forget something at the academy?” Jisung turns in his chair, his face full of concern.

Minho turns to look at Jisung, for a moment he’s forgotten about their argument as he reads the telling expression on his partner's features. It made his own mind flash to the emotionless look of Yura at the Gala, reminding him of what he had to do before they left.

“Yeah, something like that. I’ll meet you there Ji, don’t worry.” He exits the van quickly leaving Jisung alone, the monitors beeping quietly behind him.

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When they were small, Yura, (better known to Jisung as Yura11g0nnadi3 for the first few months of their friendship), was his online gaming partner. Jisung’s uneasiness with the packed cafe, resulted in him often staying back in his room with his own computer, while his friends hung out with students from the other academies. From there, he would join game matches and play against or with Yura, communicating through the small chat on the screen. Light hearted jokes turned into heartwarming messages whenever she could send them.

Yura11g0nnadi3: “Jisung make sure Minho feeds you!”

Yura11g0nnadi3: “Please eat today, you’re the best partner I have in this game!”

Yura11g0nnadi3: “Congrats on getting an A in academics! Combat is next. ;)”

Sometimes they’d just jump into a chat room to catch up. Many times she’d have him wait while she helped ice Moonbyul’s wounds from assignments before coming back, spilling the beans as soon as she found out. She never questioned Jisung as to why he never came to the cafe. They were both pretty vague with their friends about their relationship, even when they’d have tournaments between their schools. They knew they would cross paths outside of the chat room because of who their friends were, and especially with Yura’s title within the school, but how deep their actual relationship was, and how much it meant to them? That was their little secret.

That unspoken rule was something he enjoyed about their relationship the most. She was open and trusted him and he was the same for her. When he looked at Yura he never saw the snarky, sarcastic, brutal assassin that everyone else saw, but a kind friend and the most caring woman he’d ever met.

Later in his teen years, Jisung would rack his brain late at night trying to decipher the relationship they had. Yes, his feelings for Minho grew more and more by the day and he told her about them often, but Choi Yura also held a place in his heart that he couldn’t quite figure out.

When they would see each other at the Academys’ combat tournaments, he’d fight his social anxiety and always go to support her. Telling the boys it’s his one day a year that he gets to see Changbin get his ass handed to him by a couple of girls. (And he did in fact get his ass beat by Yura every year). As they passed each other she’d send him a small wave, and he’d offer her a small hand heart or thumbs up of encouragement. It was something small, but Jisung looked forward to those moments every year. Especially seeing how fast her switch flipped when the fights started.

To Jisung, letting these indescribable feelings about Yura’s change in emotion go, wasn’t even an option. After telling Minho how he felt, Jisung expected to feel regret and maybe even a bit embarrassed for suggesting to add someone else to their relationship, while things were going so well. But instead, he felt relieved, and more reassured than ever. If he had the slightest inkling that the two would never be compatible, he would’ve never brought it up, but Jisung knows Lee Minho just as much as he knows Choi Yura. They are so similar in personality that it’s no wonder Jisung is so drawn to the two of them. If Minho would just push aside the unnecessary animosity he holds for a version of Yura that doesn’t even exist anymore, maybe then he would see the same person that Jisung has grown to care so much about.

The techie pauses, setting his laser down in front of him to take a breath. This overthinking is the very reason why he dove headfirst into his next project in the first place. He took it upon himself to start creating different covert tactical accessories that the entire team could use once they arrived. The first of the collection being the tennis bracelets that he designed for each of the girls, which currently had the monitors behind him beeping quietly. Letting him know just how far they all were and what their health statuses are during their journey. Jisung was so focused on his project before him, he didn’t realize Minho had entered the room until he heard him clearing his throat, announcing his arrival. Jisung glances behind him, seeing Minho standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. He wears simple gray sweatpants and an old shirt from the academy. He looks fresh out of the shower, hair still a bit wet, air drying as he goes about his business.

“Have you eaten dinner?” He asks softly, as Jisung diverts his eyes back to the watch in front of him.

“Earlier.” His hand gestures to the now empty bag of chips he had found in their supplies last night, before picking up the laser again.

Minho’s lips tighten at the dismissive words. Since their arrival two days ago, he’s barely seen Jisung. He knew to give the boy his space, especially with this ongoing fight between the two of them, but Minho draws the line at Jisung’s neglect to take care of himself.

“Are you still upset?” Minho moves further into the room, standing behind Jisung as the sound of zapping fills the room.

“Do you still have your head stuck up your ass?” Han hums out quietly.

“I’ll take that as a yes...” Minho doesn’t hide his frustrated tone.

Lee Minho had been Jisung’s rock for as long as he can remember. Originally, he had formed a tight brotherly bond with Chan and Changbin. Han didn’t think he needed anyone else, but one day Chan introduced the quiet Minho to them, and he fit in seamlessly. Minho was an observer, he saw how loud and comfortable Han was around the boys and he also saw how quickly the same boy would close up and shut down around new people and uncomfortable situations. They were similar in that way, both of them more quiet than the other two in their friend group. Although for different reasons, that was one of the first things about Minho that caught Han’s attention. In private, the silence from him was calming, assuring even, in a way it made him feel seen. While in public; it was familiar, safe, something that grounded him.

Minho was the one to encourage Han to stay with technology. Supporting and rooting for him through exams, gaming tournaments, and even random projects he decided to take on. Although Minho was also starting to figure out his role as the school’s ‘Invisible Man’, he never forgot about Jisung. Sneaking him late night snacks or even walking with him to class, Jisung’s stupid crush on his friend only grew from there.

“So you’re homosexuals… and together?” Changbin asked, his finger waving between the pair accusingly with a fisted hand on his hip. Thoroughly confused as he sat across from the couple.

“Oi! You can’t just ask someone if they're gay.” Chris says next to him, slapping him on the back of his head.

The two shared a look before answering Changbin’s question.

“I don’t think it’s that simple to define, but at least for now… we are together.” Han speaks before giving Minho a big smile, and he returns it.

“Well isn’t that the cutest gay shit I’ve ever seen! We should buy a couple of rainbow flags to hang in here!”

“Changbin!” Chan punches his arm this time.

“We’re happy for you guys, seriously.” Chan says with a voice full of sincerity and a face holding a wide smile.

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“Where did you even go after the Gala?” Jisung turns around, leaning his body against the table, finally giving Minho his attention for the first time in days.

Minho’s eyes glance to the wall at the question. He has a problem with not being the best at his job. At least, that's what he told himself when he left the Gala that night. Not being able to read anyone makes him feel uneasy.

Yes, he fought often with Yura, but at least he was able to read her just like everyone else. He knew whether she actually meant her threats or if she was just doing it to get under his skin, but that night at the Gala, her entire demeanor was off. It was like she had become someone he didn’t even recognize… someone he couldn’t read.

And damn it, that actually worried him.

So, he left to find someone who knew what happened.

Still dressed in his Gala attire, Minho stood in front of the local bar many agents of the surrounding academies would frequent in their spare time. Those who weren’t at the Gala would most likely be inside, celebrating their (much needed) night off.

Minho walks in quietly, not many people notice him as the music plays loudly, and the dark lighting makes it difficult for people to really see one's features. His eyes scan the room until they land on his target for the night.

“Sana.” Minho is behind her at the bar before she realizes it. The brunette woman smirks at the sight of the handsome 2PM agent.

Though her reputation was known for being quite cunning with both her work and the men of the District, she is still a woman with many emotions. One feeling, in particular, Minho intends to take advantage of to get his answer.

“Lee Minho, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Her tone drops down an octave, prepared to seduce one of the Districts known in-eligible bachelors.

Though he detests the woman in front of him, he knows she’s the person most willing to give him the answers he needs, so he plays along for now.

“Thought I’d say hi, it’s been a while since I last saw you.” Minho takes a seat next to her, waving the bartender down for a beer as he shifts his entire body to face her, giving the assassin his undivided attention.

She takes a sip from her martini as she nods her head. “I know, it felt like I was stuck in Japan on deployment forever. The mission went longer than the Headmasters had planned, but at least we all made it back right?” She smiles widely and Minho returns it.

“ ‘We’? Who did they assign you with?” He questions her as he takes a drink from his glass.

The woman lets out a low scoff before answering his question. “It was me, Momo, Yuta, Shatoro, and… the Choi’s.”

Bingo.

Having spent so much of their lives in the same circles, everyone in their class knew about the on-going beef between Sana and the Chois. More specifically, Sana and Yura. The two girls could not stand each other. Every time Sana would say something sharp, Yura was always ready to follow up with the sharp end of her blades.

He skips his teeth at the mention of the sisters. “I know that couldn’t have been easy on you. Especially with Yura there.”

Her lip pouts out at his words before nodding her head in agreement. “You always understood me, Min. I wish you were there! For some reason, I don't know, Yura was more bitchy than usual towards everyone, and I didn’t even do anything to deserve it!”

Minho nods along as she continues as if he's hanging onto her every word.

“First of all, she and Rina were fighting the whole time, which was weird in itself. Then when we’d go on side missions, that switch she’s got would flip and it’s like she became another person entirely. I tried to remind her of the ways we were trained to do things, but of course, she wouldn’t listen to me, she never does. The craziest part was, usually when we’re on a mission, no matter what, Rina is always able to get to her when she’s like that. I guess whatever they’re fighting about is serious because she wouldn’t even listen to Rina’s orders.”

Minho frowns, he’s heard about 'Ares' being a force to reckon with, but he thought Yura and Rina were inseparable, even as ‘Athena and Ares’. Sana continued to speak, but he lost interest a while ago, already hearing what he needed, he looks at his watch and realizes the time.

“I, unfortunately, have to go. Bangchan needs us home tonight for a meeting.” He cuts her off mid sentence, and though she pouts for a second she nods her head in understanding.

“Duty calls I guess. Don’t be a stranger, Lee Minho.” She gives him a sultry smile before drinking from her glass.

He smiles tightly in return as he stands up, abandoning his half finished beer and the bill, before sneaking out the door just as quietly as he came in.

EOF

“There was some information I needed to collect.” Minho responds casually while his entire conversation with Sana loops through his head.

Jisung’s eyes study the man in front of him. “Well, are you going to share what you learned?”

“When it becomes relevant to the mission, yes.” Minho’s response earns a scoff from Jisung.

“What exactly do you want from me?” Minho’s voice is strained.

He absolutely hated fighting with Jisung, Though they’ve had small disagreements here and there, it's never become something this serious. All he really wanted was to fix things between them and just hold him again.

“I want you to actually listen to me. I’m not even asking you to say ‘yes’ to my idea! I just want you to at least see things from my perspective, to see her from my perspective!” Jisung shouts out, exhausted from trying to get Minho to let go of his pride for once.

But what Jisung hasn’t realized is that recently, Minho is trying to understand, at least in his own way. He knows he can’t hate the Choi girl forever, and with their previous argument, along with their encounter at the Gala still in his head, all he’s been doing is thinking about that girl.

He took a side quest to figure out what happened on that damn mission, only to become more confused. If she just came back as the usual stubborn, sarcastic, annoying woman he was used to he wouldn’t be struggling like he is now.

All the hatred he had for Yura vanished after the gala, that he knows for sure. Now he’s just trying to wrap his head around how to now approach this new feeling that’s taken its place. This feeling of worry and concern he has for someone he thought he hated.

Minho opens his mouth to finally tell Jisung what's been on his mind, but before he could, the monitors behind them came to life, beeping louder than before and more rapidly.

Instinctively, both of them move to the front of the room. Jisung takes a seat in the rickety chair as Minho stands behind him. A moment later Chan makes his way into the room with a worried look written all over his face.

“What’s going on?! What happened?!”

“Yura’s BP levels are dropping.” Han says as he moves his mouse around the screen, clicking on her name.

Her stats are blown up wider on the screen for everyone to see. The different health bars glow a light orange color, unlike the full green bars from before. Jisung points to the quick decline of her blood pressure bar before turning to look at Chan.

“But she is on the boat!” Minho points to the other monitor with all three of the markers together, currently moving across a body of water.

“Notify Seungmin. Now!” Chan says to Minho, who currently cannot draw his eyes from the screen.

“Let him know she’s coming in with some form of injury, we don’t know what, but it could be bad. Have him prepared for anything.”

He scans the monitor one last time, his concerned eyes scanning over Rina’s status before exiting the room.

Minho finally tears his eyes away from the girl’s name to exit the room before pausing.

He glances back instinctively at his boyfriend and sees Jisung’s eyes are glued to the screen with Yura’s information plastered on it. His hands fidget nervously as his mind races with numerous scenarios that could end very badly for his friend. He’s quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he feels a soft kiss to his temple.

“She’ll be fine, Ji.” He mumbles quietly. “She’s a fighter, remember?”

Minho squeezes his shoulder lightly before leaving the room to his own work area, hoping his message gets to Seungmin in time.

The boys spent most of the night tracking their friends, monitoring their health, as well as doing their best to prepare for everyone’s arrival. Minho had immediately gotten in contact with Seungmin on a rigged radio Jisung built. He did his best to relay the limited information he had to make sure their team's doctor was prepared for whatever was to come. At some point their connection dropped, and Minho could only hope it was because the others had finally arrived and Seungmin dropped their conversation to help Yura.

Bangchan distracted himself by clearing out one of the storage rooms to make room for the girls to have their own space. He re-arranged two extra mattresses that were leaned against the wall, and positioned a few blankets and pillows onto each one. He also folded some simple clothes that they had brought over with the rest of their belongings, and left them on the book-shelf. Even though it’s not much, he figured it’d be good for the girls to have a space to call their own since they’d be living with a bunch of guys for the foreseeable future.

Jisung never left his seat in front of the monitor. He listened as the sound of Yura’s health stats went from rapid beeping to the steady mellow tone from before. Only then did Jisung finally move his eyes, glancing at the digital clock on his desk that read 7:15 am. As he moves to stand he feels himself stumble, his legs taking a moment to recover from being in a seated position for so long. He moves only a few feet over from his desk, and falls onto the couch he had in the corner of the room. As if his body finally realized what the time was, Jisung’s eyes began to droop, finally allowing his overthinking mind to rest.

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