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eomayas · 10 months

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testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

#exo #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut #exo junmyeon #junmyeon x you #dilf junmyeon #junmyeon x reader #junmyeon smut #suho x you #suho x reader #suho smut #suho scenario #exo mafia au #junmyeon fanfic

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justwritedreams · 10 months

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Now it starts | Sehun

Mafia!Sehun x Reader

Word count: 2531 Genre: slight angst. Author: maari Warnings: Suggestive, reader being jealous, a few punches, deaths and bad words. Sehun saying baby girl because yeah, that's a warning. Note: I melted with this scenario, mafia! sehun is my favorite and you have no idea. Request: can i request exo sehun!mafia please? the plot is y/n's is suho's little sister, and you guys are fighting because of something. out of nowhere, you've been kidnapped and sehun-suho are in fight. finally, they save you and you hug suho and he approves your relationships and say sorry. can i add some plot like suho knows your relationship when you and sehun making out? ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N tried to hold back a laugh but Sehun's icy lips were tickling her uncovered neck, but the urge to laugh soon passed when his wide and firm hands held her by the waist, gluing her against his warm body. "Come on, no one will see us." he spoke against her skin and Y/N bit her lower lip, her body temperature was already high enough just with his stolen kisses, the feeling that they were doing something forbidden was making her heart race even more. "No one will see us but will they hear us?" she asked mischievously.

Sehun broke the kiss to face her, his eyebrow raised.

"If you’ll be a good girl." he replied quietly, his Adam's apple becoming more evident as he swallowed hard as he stared unashamedly at the neckline of her dress.

"You know I can't promise anything." she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

"You used to be an angel, baby girl."

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I think I've been corrupted by someone."

Sehun smiled widely before pinning her against the wall and advancing against Y/N's red lips, starting a quick and thirsty kiss. She sighed, her legs barely supporting themselves and the only thing keeping her upright were his hands. The body was missing Sehun, it was screaming for him in every way possible and although she had no idea he was back from business it was hard for her to hold back her smile when she saw him next to her brother. That had been a casual visit to her older brother, it had been a long time since Suho and she had seen each other so she took advantage of her break from work to see him.

But in fact, the conversation didn't even last 5 minutes as his phone rang and it was just her and Sehun in the room.

They weren't crazy about making out in the living room, where anyone could catch them, especially her brother who was against any kind of approach with his... work partners. So there wasn't much left for them to do but make out in a hidden room, because it wasn't like they could stand to be away when they were so close. Sehun's hands itched to touch Y/N's legs that were uncovered by the dress she was wearing, but would soon be on the ground if it was up to him. And he didn't take long to touch her exposed and burning skin, Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and soon he was holding her as hot, fierce lips meet desperately. Y/N moaned softly as he bit down on her bottom lip and instinct had her grinding her hips against his, feeling the bulge.

"Be quiet or I'll end up having to punish you." it took a lot of willpower not to moan again, having Sehun's low voice so close talking so provocatively was too much for her. All she wanted was for no piece of clothing to get in the way of feeling his body again, after so long, she yearned to have him inside her.

But it was clear he was going to take his time, 6 weeks without seeing each other and he was going to rush things? No way. He would leave her bubbling up with desire until he gave her what she wanted, as he always did. As they started another hot kiss, neither of them even remembered Suho who at that point was looking for his sister around the house. He knew where she would be and that's why he went to the library, the place where she liked the most.

Only Suho didn't know that she liked the library because that's where she and Sehun made out often, it was there or in her brother's office and she wouldn't be crazy to stay with Sehun there.

When Sehun was reaching for the hem of Y/N's dress and she was already brushing her hips again so that his hand could touch her intimately, the door slammed and caught their attention, followed by Suho's rough voice.

"What the fuck is this?"

The two looked in shock at Suho who was gripping the door handle tightly, Y/N jumped off Sehun's lap, he just took a deep breath. Y/N straightened her hair, avoiding her brother's furious gaze, her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. It was a disturbing silence. "So who's going to explain to me first what the fuck is going on?" Suho asked once more and Y/N glared at Sehun, he was serious but not surprised.

Especially because he knew that at some point he would have to reveal the truth to his friend.

"I think it's self-explanatory what you saw." Sehun replied, shrugging and that pissed off Suho.

He took a step forward and Y/N did the same, placing herself in front of her brother.

“This is funny to you? With my sister?!"

"Don’t start!" she said, placing her hand on her brother's chest, trying to push him back.

"Since when are you guys doing this behind my back?" "I don't think you're going to like the answer." Sehun replied and Suho closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"I told you to stay away from my sister!"

"You don't have to treat me like I'm 5 years old, okay?" Y/N said, angry.

"Then don't act like one." he spoke loudly and Y/N closed her free hand, she felt the nails dig into her skin but she was so irritated that she didn't even care. "I'm sorry if I fell in love with your sister, I sure wanted to do it on purpose." Sehun spoke louder and Suho turned to face him, as well as Y/N.

Well, he had told her he loved her before but seeing him admit it in front of her brother was… different.

"Don't think I still agree with the idea." Suho sighed and held up his finger. "If you hurt her, you already know what will happen to you."

"Before you can lay a hand on me, I'll do it myself."

[...]

"Leave me!" Y/N pulled her arm away from Sehun's hands and tried to stride away, feeling like an idiot as tears burned her eyes.

"Y/N please!" he ran after her. "Don't do it like that."

"Go back to that crappy casino and that busty one that was sitting on your lap." she said hurt, crossing the street and Sehun huffed, reaching for her arm and making her stop. "Stop acting like a child, you know it wasn't what you're thinking at all. It's just business." he argued and she swallowed hard.

She knew, of course. That kind of business was part of his world.

But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed and jealous. She wanted to surprise him, she would just drop by the hotel and see him from afar. But she didn't want to see a woman sitting on his lap and she didn't want to be discovered, of course her ego was slightly massaged when she saw Sehun get up the moment he saw her there, he ran after her when he saw that she was leaving.

But she was jealous, dammit! She couldn't help it. "Wait a minute." he smiled slightly as he studied her face. "Do you like me so much that you're jealous?"

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

"As if you don't know the answer."

Sehun's face lit up for a few seconds, he was ready to take her in his arms and kiss her right there in the middle of the street, the pout Y/N was making begged to be kissed. However, his eyes averted when he saw 3 black cars approaching at high speed, he put his hand to his waist on the gun that was hidden but before he could engage it to shoot, several masked men jumped out of the still moving cars and approached him and Y/N. The last thing he saw was Y/N's confused face looking to the sides before being abruptly pulled away from him, someone hit him on the back of the head and he tried to fight the darkness but it was practically impossible, even if he heard Y/N scream his name in sheer desperation.

He woke up with Suho slapping him in the face and he got up abruptly, ready to fight for Y/N... only she wasn't there anymore.

"What the hell happened?" Suho asked worriedly and Sehun tripped over his own feet as he looked around.

There was no sign of Y/N.

“No.” he felt his voice crack as desperation took over his body. "No, shit!" “Sehun. Did my sister find you? She texted me saying she was coming to see you.” Sehun stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Why were you lying in the street?" "We fought." he brought his hand to the spot where he had been hit. "And they took her." Suho raised his eyebrows and blinked more than usual.

"What?"

"They took her!" Sehun spoke more firmly. "Y/N was kidnapped and I couldn't do anything."

He saw Suho's nostrils flare and then in a quick movement, Suho lunged at him, landing a punch on his face.

Sehun staggered back but didn't reciprocate. He deserved it.

Mainly because he had let them take Y/N.

He didn't move to stop it because he was too gleeful that Y/N was jealous of him to care about his instincts. "If anything happens to my sister, it will be your fault!"

"I know that, do you think I wanted this to happen?"

"You put her in that position the moment you got involved with her.” "I'll fix this, I'll bring her back." Sehun responded with conviction, feeling every fiber in his body electrify with rage.

"We will." Suho replied firmly. "We know who it was."

"The Brotherhood."

[...] Y/N kept her head down, not out of embarrassment even though being slapped in the face had hit her more than the face but her ego, but she was almost undoing the ropes those thugs had tightened around her wrists. It was the first time she had been kidnapped because of her brother and boyfriend's business, but that didn't mean she hadn't been in conflicting and desperate situations. And Suho himself had already taught her to think reasonably in extreme situations.

It was exactly what she was doing.

She pretended to pass out from the slap she had taken, enough for the idiots to tie her wrists anyway, they wouldn't see her moan in pain from the knot so it didn't matter if they tied it tight.

She might even smile evil, if she weren't in a dirty, dark cabin and who knows where. She managed to free her hands enough to manage to take off the ring she always wore without dropping it on the floor and give the kidnappers that she was awake. She wiggled the ring until she found the stone and squeezed it, hearing a little click and then a sound that made her take a deep breath.

She had won Suho's ring, when he had entered the mafia world, it was not only a very rare stone but also a tracker.

Y/N didn't always activate it because that ring was for emergencies, like in that case.

The brother would know where she was now. Hearing footsteps, she put the ring back on her finger and pretended to be passed out again. Suho had taught her how to use her hearing properly, so she closed her eyes and waited. She heard them enter the room she was in and approach her.

She had to swallow a sound of revulsion when she felt an awkward hand on her legs.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked and she heard a laugh.

"Having fun. Isn't it a shame such a beauty is with the wrong guy?"

"The boss told you to just watch, not touch."

"As I care."

"Do you know whose sister she is?!"

"He will never know."

Y/N swallowed and took a deep breath.

"After all, you'll die before that." she spoke firmly and raised her head to face the two masked men.

One looked a bit surprised and the other who caressed her leg, approached holding her face tightly and making her look at him. "Don't test me, bitch." he warned and she laughed.

Y/N then spit in the man's face and he released her, raising his hand to smack her in the face.

But even before he could do that, a gunshot echoed through the room and his body fell to the side already lifeless, the thud made the other one who was stopped turn to the door and try to raise the gun, to no avail because he was shot twice in the chest and fell dead. Y/N felt her eyes water as she saw her brother enter the room armed, looking at both of them to make sure they were dead. Suho approached her and helped her finish undoing the rope knot, as soon as her wrists were free, she threw herself into her brother's arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned as he pressed her against his body.

Y/N just nodded, relieved to see her brother.

"Let me see you. Are you hurt?" he asked and pulled back enough to place his hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for getting you into this." "It's okay, you're here now." she said, trying not to cry.

But it was difficult when she saw Sehun enter the room, she noticed that he was limping and saw a cut on his leg. It was enough to feel her heart sink and rush to him.

Sehun held her tight in his arms, ignoring all the pain in her body from the fight he had with who knows how many henchmen, she buried her face in the back of his neck and he stroked her hair, closing his eyes and relieved that they had arrived on time. "I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry." Y/N pulled back to look at him, his hands went to her face and without having to say anything, they kissed right there. "I knew you would come." she spoke against his lips and he caressed her face. "He proved why he deserves you." Suho's voice echoed through the room and the couple pulled back to look at him.

Y/N was confused and Sehun was surprised.

"Are you…" she started to speak and Suho rolled his eyes.

"Approving of your relationship? Yeah, fine. It's not like I can stop it anyway."

Sehun smiled widely as he placed his hand on Y/N's waist, afraid that she would move away from him. "Just please, stop having sex in the library, there's a bedroom in the mansion for that." He said, shaking his head and leaving the room.

Y/N looked at Sehun and he raised his eyebrow.

"He ordered it, you heard."

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an-annyeoing-writer · 8 months

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bloodline. - masterlist

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping

Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action

Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name

Chapter 1: Bloodline

Chapter 2: Anathema

Chapter 3: La Belle

Chapter 4: Areté

Chapter 5: Exodus

#mafia baekhyun #mafia exo #exo au #exo mafia au #baekhyun x reader #vg: baekhyun #vg: exo #vg: masterlist

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arkive78 · 2 years

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EXO Fanfics that forever stick with me

Now here’s the EXO version, a lot of these I read a LONG time ago, but they’re still so good and I love reading multiple chapters and these fics check those boxes woohoo. Some are NSFW/18+ as a heads up!

The Experiments by @marshmallow-phd it’s a lucky one au! I think, but regardless it's amazing, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Wanderers by @marshmallow-phd sequel to the story above, Kai x reader, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Untamed Universe by @marshmallow-phd this is so beautiful I love re-reading it (anything you read by them is amazing)

Chronicles of the Wolf @fairyscribbles 18+, beautifully written and awesome storyline, multiple stories going on at once

Jeffery’s Hill by @junaeneous sadly discontinued but still such a good read, 18+, mafia au

A Dangerous Game by @xxprincessjewelsxx Suho x reader, 18+

No Exit by @biaswreckingfics , OT9 x reader, bruh I read this in one night its amazing, mafia!au, 18+

The Other World Chronicles by @kollectionn , there’s 4 books [Chanyeol, Chen, Baekhyun, Sehun], beautiful world building omg I cry, this quite gives ACOTAR vibes, Chen’s was my favorite

Last Things by @jongin-be-my-jagi, Kai x reader, dystopian/urban/convent AU, romance with angst, touches of humor, an absolute favorite of mine it’s such a cool au and the way she describes everything is so magical and vivid

#arkive recs #exo #exo x reader #exo wolf au #exo mafia au #exo ot9 x reader #exo ot11 x reader #exo series #exo fanfic

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byuntrash101 · 2 years

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 5

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

3.9 word count

sir kink, big cock, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, getting caught kink (kinda), semi public (storage room of empty shop), oral (f), orgasm control (f), breeding kink, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: I'm so so happy to be back with a new chapter of this series. We are nearing the end guys. Only one chapter left after this one. I hope you'll enjoy it. As usual don't forget to tell me about what you thought in the comments. Feedback is everythinggg <3 -Cat 😸

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It’s been a while since you visited your lovely, handsome, sweet, loving perfect boyfriend at the café. So you are particularly happy to go visit him at work today. He called you yesterday evening and told you it may be possible to see each other today.

Most of the time Baekhyun is the busiest man you know. Between working past hours everyday, managing the deliveries and supplies, and doing the accounting of the whole café and somehow managing to switch up the specials every two weeks so the customers never get bored. It became that inside joke that he has a twin to back him up so he can catch some sleep once every full moon.

So one can say it is rare to catch your lovely boyfriend in bright daylight. Most of the time you only see him at night when he’s not drowning in paperwork or in coffee beans.

But you just love to welcome him into your apartment after a hard day’s work. The strong smell of coffee that cling to his hair mixed with his cologne and the faint sweaty musk of a hard working man. It was so comforting when you were finally able to hold him in your arms and rest your chin on his broad shoulder, your face perfectly nested in the crook of his neck.

The mere thought makes you take a deep breath as you turn at the last crossroad before Le Coeur de Séoul.

Sadly most of the time this isn’t even possible. Most of the time Baekhyun has to go back to his appartement which, unfortunately, is too little for the both of you to meet there. Well, you’ve never actually seen it but he has told you many times that it’s actually a tiny studio with only two rooms. One bathroom and well everything else. He joked many times about not needing a fire detector because if anything burns off in the oven he practically sleeps with his head in it.

But even when he doesn’t have time to actually meet, he would always find time for you. He would call you, send you cute goodnight texts. Most of the time accompanied with a sexy picture of him. Like freshly out the shower, with soaked hair dripping down his face and with the towel resting purposely low on his hips or when working out at the gym letting the close fitted clothes hug his frame so nicely and sweat shining down his neck.

Sometimes even more daring pictures of his... goods. That usually ends in you also sharing your own body with him. He would facetime you at 1 am and have you strip and do all kinds of dirty things to the camera for him while he would stroke himself. Your stomach jumps up just thinking back at what you did yesterday. His rough and husky voice coming out the speaker of his phone as he looked with avid eyes at you fingering yourself on his behalf.

That side of your relationship was so enticing. You were both so pasionnate about each other that it would often end exactly like that with Baekhyun asking eargerly for your nudes or even unannouced meeting in the middle of the night at your appartement where you’d have torrid sex.

Well, actually it would always end up like this because Baekhyun was insatiable. His sex drive always demanded something from you and luckily you were up for the challenge because there was nothing you wanted more than to satisfy your man. So you complied happily every time he reached for your help to relieve himself after a stressful day of granting the customers’ every whim and getting angry on the phone with the delayed suppliers.

And today is special! You think to yourself as you spot the store from the familiar pedestrian crossing across the street. Today officially marks your 6 months together. 6 months since that fateful late afternoon in the café. So you’re coming with a surprise. The very first time you invited him over at your place he found your dad’s rolex and he brings it up quite often. He even confessed to you how jealous he was when he thought maybe a guy you were seeing left it at your apartment. It kind of also became an inside joke between the both of you. So why not offer him a rolex?

You went to your father’s jeweler and picked the most elegant one you could find. Not a gaudy one like the one of your father, all gold with hundreds of encrusted diamonds and a huge framing that could easily pass as a whole clock.

No, this one was perfect. It was matching Baekhyun in every way possible. The platinum bracelet had a dark grey patina that was matching the strapping of the framing while it had a pearly pine tree green background. The silver roman numbers added to the elegance of the jewel and of course the watchmaking was of the utmost standards, state of the art, the discreet little crown logo under the hand of the watch testified of its quality.

It was everything Baekhyun was: elegant, classy, manly and of course expensive. Very expensive. But Baekhyun was worth hundreds of thousands of these watches. He was invaluable. Truly the perfect gift for the perfect occasion for the perfect man.

It’s what you thought when you pushed in the doors of the rustic café and heard the familiar chime of the bell hung above the door.

You immediately spotted a blonde tuft of hair cleaning the tables at the back of the café, his large back turned towards you as he diligently wiped down the table.

“Welcome at Le Coeur de Séoul. What can I g-” he interrupted himself when he spotted you. Immediately his eyes turned to the big rustic clock as he shuffled hastily towards you.

“Hey Baby” he says as he wraps one arm around your waist and looks over his shoulder through the big shop window. “What are you doing here?” he says, wearing a small nervous smile. “You’re early” your eyes darted all over his handsome face.

His earring dangling with the movements of his head, the nervous brows and the half smile don’t sit right. But you brush it off.

“I just thought since it’s our six month anniverssary we should celebrate” you say in a small, almost apologetic voice.

“Oh my gosh baby” he pouts adorably and takes your frame into his big embrace. “ You’re so cute”.

“I got you something” you present the small box wrapped in discreet gray wrapping.

“Oh my sweet baby” he coos at you, enclosing his big hands around your tiny ones holding the box. “Let’s go in the back so the customers don’t bother us, okay sweetheart?” he says as he hurries you through the small back door with his hand pressed against the small of your back.

The room was cluttered and poorly lit. It was dark and narrow but you didn’t mind the atmosphere. Actually the secluded and small space felt secure, you felt safe with Baekhyun's large body pressed against you while the new delivery of coffee beans perfumed the cramped supply room with their rich aroma.

“Here” you handed him the small box while you looked at him through your lashes.

“Thank you baby girl” he huffed, his whisper bouncing off the walls of the small rooms to your ears.

As his fingers busied themselves with unwrapping the present you grew more and more anxious. Now that the moment had come you weren’t so sure about the so-called “perfection” of the gift. What if he wasn’t into watches at all? And coming to think of it, wasn’t pine tree green kind of a bold choice? Sure it compliments the brown apron pretty well and you figured he would be able to wear it everyday to work but what if he just dislikes this color? You never saw him wearing green before. Maybe there’s a good reason for it.

By the time Baekhyun opens the box your soft facial features are soaked with worry as you’re anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

“Baby…” he gasps, pausing in time while he covers his mouth with his palm.

“What? You know if you don’t like it we can always return it. I don't know why I picked green, honestly I just-” you ramble but Baekhyun interrupts you.

“No, baby” he looks up at you. “I love it” you let out a big sigh of relief before beaming at him.

“Happy 6 months anniverssary” you just simply say while Baekhyun sets the box on one of the suspended shelves and hugs you once more. His cologne floats to your nose, and you close your eyes to return his embrace.

“I have a gift for you too” he whispers into your neck.

“Really?”

“Yes” you felt his lips being pulled into a smirk against the skin of your neck. And he pressed his already hardening cock onto your stomach.

For a split second you can’t help but to feel disappointed… Well, you looked for the perfect gift for weeks not to mention the price of the thing, not that you mind anyway. Of course you don’t mind, you would give up everything for him. Everything in this world.

But it doesn’t matter if he doesn't have anything right now. But look he’s already trying to make it up to you with what he has on hand. You’re certain that it’s just the beginning! That later tonight after work he’ll take you out to a nice restaurant and get you flowers. Yeah… you’re sure of it!

His lips latch onto your skin and his hands rush from your thighs to underneath your skirt to pull down on your panties. You gasp as you feel the air brush against your already dampening folds. No matter how often or how quick Baekhyun is, he knows how to make you wet. You couldn't resist him even if you tried.

As soon as the panties hit the floor he crouches and hangs one of your legs over his shoulder. To not lose balance you lean back onto one of the shelves, pushing away some empty cardboard boxes to make room for your hands holding on the edge of the wooden shelving.

“I’ll make you nice and ready for me babygirl” he whispers, lips flush against your folds. His warm breath lifts goosebumps on your skin and pulls a shaky gasp from your lips.

He checks the time on his brand new watch and smirks again.

“Since you’re ealy we have a time for a quick fuck” he said before wrapping his pink lips around your already sensitive clit. You instantly feel weak at the knees when you feel his warm mouth around you. You press one hand onto your mouth to keep yourself from moaning while the other holds on for dear life on the edge of the shelf.

“But we gotta be real quick okay baby?” he asks, briefly parting his lips from yours, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Okay” you meekly reply, repressing a moan while Baekhyun goes down on you once more, lapping with hunger at your cunt, made shiny with your arousal and his spit.

“You’re going to be a good girl and get wet fast for me right baby” Lust laces his deep voice as he gives no rest to your already throbbing center.

“Yes sir” you respond nodding vigorously, feeling each tease of his tongue on your swollen clit you can’t help but to moan through your fingers, muffling them as much as you can while you get soaking wet for Baekhyun. Just like he asked you, you always do your best to satisfy him and within a few seconds your thighs are coated with your juices, strings of your arousal dangling between your swollen and needy cunt and the floor while your leg resting on Baekhyun’s shoulder shake and make your panties sway on your ankles.

You are so close to your release when Baekhyun stops. You let out a small whimper of disappointment.

“Don’t you finish by yourself you naughty little girl” Baekhyun says as he licks his lips clean.

“Yes sir” you say again but Baekhyun notices how your wet pussy clenches and throbs, so eager to be touched again, so needy for him. His eyes trail up your body and to your face. You’re flushed red, hand still pressed to your lips trying to hide away from him. He definetely loves that innocent look in your eyes, even after all these countless times he had fucked you. After he defiled your innocence and made you his toy, his cocksleeve, his play thing, after all the dirty things he forced you to say and the nasty things he got you to do… After all this you still looked like a scared little doe-eyed virgin.

He’s surely going to miss that.

He brushes his tip on your fold all the while maintaining steady eye contact with you. He presses his dick against your entrance and you gasp when you feel the pleasurable and familiar feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate the thick head of his cock. You’re still amazed at how you still feel slight, dull pain from how big he is. But you love that feeling, the satisfaction of knowing you’re squeezing his cock so thighly that has to bite his lips every time he enters you.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking tight for me” he groans as he keeps pushing himself in until he reaches the bottom of you, thick and long cock completely nested inside your warm and wet insides.

“Now what do you say baby?” he asks, still looking at you dead in the eyes. He smirks when you whimper cutely, embarrassment and shame painting your cheeks bright pink and anticipation making sweat drip down your temples.

“Please fuck me Sir” you moan in a soft whimper and Baekhyun’s smirk grows wider.

“Good girl” he praises while he pulls out slowly until only the tip is still inside and he smashes himself back violently. Instantly your hand that was covering your mouth flies to the edge of the shelf to keep you balanced because the thrust is so powerful that you have to use both hands to make sure you don’t crumble to the ground.

Baekhyun fucks you like never before. He gives your poor cunt no rest, thrusting in and out with long strokes that all aimed straight at your sweet spot. You can’t keep your voice down anymore and start to scream under the overwhelming pleasure.

Baekhyun presses his large palm onto your mouth but keep on pounding you with the hellish pace he settled.

“Shhhh… Keep quiet my baby” he whispers before grunting in your ear, driving himself closer to his release.

Only muffled moans, grunts and the sound of wet skin clashing fill the room. One lewd and melodious symphony.

Usually you have to ask Baekhyun for permission before cumming but this time you can't as he’s silencing you, his palm makes it impossible to say a word. But he picks up on your state of desperation as your cunt violently clenches arounds his thick and twitching cock.

“You want to cum baby?” he asks panting, lust darkening his gaze to a color you very much love. You nod tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. “Yeah?”

“Hmmhmm” you try to answer positively but Baekhyun slows down.

“What if I put a baby in your belly so you never forget about me? Huh?” he asks, suddenly the thought of baring Baekhyun’s children comes to you and you can’t help but to clench on his dick even harder.

“Oh baby. Do you like that ? You became even tighter” he says while going ever so slightly faster. “I’ll make you pregnant with my child” he said, his voice being merely an animalistic grunt. “You’re gonna cum on my cock and take my sperm?” he says as he takes his hand off your mouth.

“Yes please Sir” you beg instantly, doing your best to keep your voice down. Baekhyun goes back to the punishing pace. He fucks you deep and hard, pulling and pushing on your walls clenched around him trying to milk him dry.

“Take my fucking cum and get pregnant” he groans with one last porwerful thrust smashing right on your g spot. You cum around his cock and the crushing weight of your orgasm sweeps you away as you bite down on your bottom lip, being as silent as possible like you promised.

Baekhyun delivers what feels like gallons of cum while his tip is pressed to your cervix, directly serving his fertile cum to your hungry womb. Each throb of your orgasming pussy earning one big squirt of thick cum from his hard cock.

When Baekhyun slips out of you the last forces that were holding you down on the shelf just leave you and you collapse to your knees while your filled cunt just desperately twitches, already missing Baekhyun’s cock.

Baekhyun quickly grabs a clean rag and wipes himself down while you collect yourself and put your panties back in place to secure Baekhyun’s anniversary gift inside your womb.

When you are both fully clothed again he checks the time again. He looks worried somehow and you start to wonder why he isn’t holding you in his arms like he always does. Why his eyes seem to avert yours. And why he’s constantly checking the time.

“Baekhyunie…” you start as you wrap your hands around his bigger ones. Your eyes look for his. Your heart is racing against your ribs. “I…” you can't believe you’re about to say this but you have to. You have to let him know what kind of feeling have been bubbling in your chest months and months ago. Ever since you stepped inside the coffee shop for the very first time. Ever since the very first time your eyes landed on this warm and welcoming blonde barista with the cute pouty smile and the distinctive dangling earring. That fateful day the bell above the door rang and chimed like your heart. A feeling you haven’t felt ever since your mom passed away.

If you were the person that you are today it was thanks to him. Baekhyun made you feel alive again. He made you want to better yourself. Made you want to be the best woman you could be for him. Just for his sake. You’d go to hell and back for him and you had this urge to let him know. To let him know that he didn’t need to doubt you in any way that you were devoted to him and only him forever until your last breath.

“Baekhyunie… I love you”

There.

You said it.

But Baekhyun lets go of your hands, letting them fall at your side. He ripped his gaze from yours and just stood there silent.

Panic started to rush through your body and your throat felt dry. Your heart beat even louder in your chest but this time it was out of sheer terror. Why wouldn't he say it back? Why was he staying silent ?

“Sorry …” he started hesitantly. “But I think we should break up”

For a second you didn’t even catch the full meaning of those words put together. For you these words couldn't possibly be in the same sentence next to each other. It didn’t make sense because it was simply not possible.

But as the heavy silence fell between you, you realized what Baekhyun truly meant.

“What?” you whispered feverishly, the word almost getting stuck in your tight and dry throat.

“I think we should see other people” he said, usual warm honey toned voice as cold and biting as winter winds.

You couldn’t even cry or talk or move or do anything at all for that matter. You were stunned. You stayed there, wide eyes desperately looking for the warmth in Baekhyun’s orbs but they were as glacial as his voice, as his words and as his heart.

Baekhyun gently placed his hand on your back, delicately pressing it to guide you out of the storage room. Mechanically your feet activated and placed themselves in front of each other until you suddenly found yourself in front of the entrance, right under the bell above the door.

“You know I had something really special with you” he said as blankly as possible. “Thank you again for the watch every time I’ll look at it I’ll think of you” he leaned in and kissed your forehead which made your eyes snap back at him. This simple touch, this last straw of affection from the man you loved more than anything finally made you snap. Tears started to fill your eyes and blurred your vision but everything you wanted to say was getting caught in your throat. Your bleeding heart was crying for help inside your chest, desperately trying to win Baekhyun back by hammering against your ribs.

Your thoughts were knotted and incoherent, your brain couldn’t process what was happening. It couldn’t handle the desperation, the confusion, the disillusionment and the loss. This grieving pain clawing at your unarmed and helpless soul. This feeling of abandonment chewing up and tearing your heart with its sharp teeth before spitting it out and leaving it in the cold to rot all alone.

None of this could be real.

“Why?” you asked in a broken up whisper, weak voice quavering, on the verge of tears.

But Baekhyun only answered with a pitied half smile. Throwing one last look at the big wooden clock before opening the door for you. The usually happy chiming of the bell sounded somber. It seemed to be mocking you, ringing the death knell of this thing you thought to be a relationship; burying the immeasurable love you felt for this man.

And you walked out. As simply as that you just walked out.

When you turned around to look one last time at him you saw another woman come in. You didn’t pay much attention to her until she walked right past the counter and directly onto the arms of Baekhyun. Your crumbled up heart was already weeping but it exploded when Baekhyun swiftly removed the watch to slip it in his back pocket and leaned in to kiss the beautiful woman.

You heard it. You swear you heard it. You heard your heart physically being shattered in thousands of sharp pieces. You felt real physical, tangible pain, tearing through the already atrophied muscle and ripping open a gaping hole in your chest, letting the cool wind of the late summer chill your bones.

You will never forget the expression on his face when he looked at her. Smiling so genuinely. His eyes overflowing with something you had never seen. A sentiment he only poorly mimicked when he looked at you before. But did he fool you! The whole act had got you wrapped around his fingers, your naivete making you credulous and believing all of his sweet lies. But now you see it clear because he never ever looked at you this way.

The dilated pupils of his brown orbs as warm as summer, drooping in adoration, round cheeks made rose by an accelerated heart rate gently rising in a pure smile.

The look of love.

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A/N: Soo i guess the secret is out now. We know why Baekhyun was sus since the beginning!! Stay tuned for next chapter to see how OC will react... I cannot wait to show youu!!!

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rancidtae · 10 months

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

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

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

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

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

So, here it is:

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

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

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

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tinymintygarland · 10 months

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The Nightshift

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Pairing: OT6 Mafia! Exo x Janitor! Reader

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

Genre: Angst, Mafia Au, Fluff

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

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A/n:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who knew My real shift began the night I started?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dissapointed?” Baekhyun grinned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what an interesting night that had been.

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writingstuffandmore · 2 years

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My angels...

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

AU!: Mafia

Warning(s): Swears, curses, mention of death (indirect way)

A/N:I am so sorry for the delay :') as I had some exams. I hope you will like it. Please give me your feedbacks and suggestions. GIF isn't mine and belongs to the respectful owners.

"IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-"

*door slam*

"Ms Y/N, please eat something. Dearest have something, at least for the little l-"

"Does even matter now Mrs Park? H-he c-clearly spoke his mind. I l-literally loathe myself at the moment. What did I even expect from him and look at my condition now is that I-I stupidly waiting for him before I-leaving." The sad voice said while sniffling before a bitter laugh escaped from her mouth.

The elderly woman was referred by as Mrs Park came and sat down beside the young lady who was drowned in her own tears. "Dear, look at me. I know this isn't the best thing to say this but did you asked him why? I know it sounds tormenting but did anywhere or somehow through your course of relationship did you hear say that he doesn't want children?"

The lady just shook her head as a no and a confusion laced look replaced the once teary eyed face. "I am sorry aunty but I didn't understand. I mean he never said no but he d-

"Maybe because he is knows something that we aren't aware off. My family has served this family for a long time that now at times when serious conversations or concerns are being discussed our opinions are taken as well. So, my assumption won't be wrong as per se but can give an idea of what kind of issues he is going through at the moment. Come here love and eat something, okay?"

Mrs Park made sure the young girl was fed well before leaving back to her chambers.

*01:45 am*

The clock at present displayed the time, making a heavy sigh escape and anxiousness to keep growing.

"Where is he? Why isn't he here by now? What if h—? Oh, no, no.. I can't think like this" You thought as you kept walking back and forth in the room for nth time.

No one knows how and when this conversation took an escalation into a heated argument that even the walls were praying for some relief. The argument kept on replaying in your mind as if it was played on loop.

Earlier ..

Y/N: "Baek, there is some thing you need to know?"

Baekhyun: "What is it angel? Are you okay? Did someone trouble you?"

Y/N "No, it's not like that. Its just about us—

Baekhyun: "Do you wanna break up with me?"

"Ofcourse not idiot. Its just that I— I am pregnant with your child"

Baekhyun: “Oh, please you can’t be serious Y/N? Not these stupid gam-

Y/N “This isn’t a game Baekhyun. I am p-pregnant and I just found from the doctor wh-

Baekhyun: “You are lying..”

Y/N “What?”

Baekhyun: “I said that YOU ARE LYING!!! IF YOU FEEL THAT THIS IS SOME JOKE THEN PLEASE B-BUT I-IF T-TH-THIS IS TRUE T-

Y/N “TRUE THEN WHAT BAEKHYUN?”

Baekhyun: “I AM SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND THAT”

Y/N : “Excuse me but the so called ‘THAT’ is a human Baekhyun and you are asking me to choose? What kind of sick game is this huh?”

Baekhyun: “I am not pulling any jokes or prank! Do I like a person to do so when it comes to my safety?”

Y/N: “Your safety uh? And what about mine. Am I not carrying a life inside who could be exposed to any problem if I missed a slightest of precaution and prevention which in turn will also impact me and my health.”

Baekhyun: “I am sorry I-

Y/N: “Oh just shut up. You are really a cold hearted monster.You all are the same. I trusted you with all of my heart and this is how you repay me ? Even after knowing hat I had gone through, you still ditched and dumped me? I expected a lot better from you but they say its your family who attacks and betrays than your enemies”

At this moment tears were streaming down your face while he avoided all sorts of eye contact with you but you could feel his anger from the way he was clenching his fists and his pursed lips.

“YOU SHOWED WHAT YOUR PRIORITIES ARE. YOU NEEDED A PERSON FOR YOU TO RELEASE YOUR FRUSTRATION AND YOU FOUND ONE. IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-

Before you could say anything further, Baekhyun went out of the house slamming the door.

Present time..

The time flew fast as if it needed to catch a plane and now it displayed ‘2:15 am’. You now started to panic and thought of calling his dad when a knock was heard. You grabbed the fine ceramic vase before looking through the peephole only to see a limping Baekhyun leaned against Kai’s shoulder.

“G-guys? What happened? Baekhyun? OMG... Kai??” a fresh set were about drop from your eye swells. “We had a mission and the rivals kinda out did us but we are fine!” Kai gave his small smile before placing his boss on the couch. “Dr Kim has given him some medicines and make sure he doesn’t gets up from the bed at least for two days. Thats a bare minimum.”

With that he took his leave. You called some maids and made the necessary arrangements required. It was around 6 in morning when he woke up with a groan. He tried to open his eyes but the terrible headache didn’t made him to do so, making him restless and you waking up from your deep slumber.

“Oh, don’t get up. Kai told me everything, you need to rest. Here take these medicines.” You made him sit for a while so as to he can take his meds. As you were about to leave, he stopped you.

“You didn’t give go?” he whispered in a hoarse voice. ‘Why would I” You countered back.

“Because, I don’t want this child and that I am a cold hearted monster who uses people to release his frustrations and stuff. So, yeah why?” He looked into your puffy eyes

“Because I know that you have a terrible habit of hiding things from us, no matter what. I know Baekhyun that you are hiding a certain things from me which is now affecting our relationship. I am not asking you to be vulnerable enough to get triggered out but you can’t run behind it.” You gently patted his shoulders before he made you sit on his lap.

“I lost them Y/N and thats one of the few reasons why I don’t tell anyone anything because I can’t trust everyone on that level as that the end you don’t know if that person will live enough to support you or will stand enough for a long time.” Baekhyun started crying as he let his heart be vulnerable and open all the wounds which were never filled making you cry as well.

“Baby, I am so sorry for the terrible ordeal you had to go through but I swear to everything present that I won’t ever leave you and so this little jelly bean u-

“I am so sorry for all that has happened but I was scared that I will loose you both a-and t-that s-scared me to death. Please don’t leave me. Pl-

“I love you so much love and we are here for you” You kissed his forehead before pulling him in a small intimate kiss.”I love you too my angels”

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madison-deserves-better · 2 years

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EXO as Mafia

because the brain rot was so bad and the content so dry that I had to do it myself so...

Suho: The Kingpin Name: Kim Junmyeon

The Kim family has always had dealings in the criminal underground. When Junmyeon was passed over to inherit the Kim business in favor of his older brother, he decided to start his own crime syndicate, which overthrew his families overnight. Now, the sole survivor of his family’s unfortunate “accident”, there’s nothing getting in his way, and he’ll make sure it stays that way – no matter the cost. EXO – his valued inner circle who helped him to achieve this goal – are his new family, and as long as they are loyal, he will do anything for them. While being “the boss”, those in his inner circle were more his equals than anything else; very rarely did he have to pull rank, and he preferred it that way. It almost ensured their loyalty to him and kept things running much more smoothly than his more “traditional” upbringing.

Xiumin: The Underboss/Treasurer Name: Kim Minseok

Xiumin had been around for Suho longer than anyone else – longer than either could really bother to recount. Their bond was one thicker than blood, and there was no doubts between them when it came to trust. It’s for that reason he was named as the right-hand man, and he wasn’t one to take advantage of a position like that. As they grew in renown and wealth, he took up the position of managing the funds for the mafia as well – meaning if you pissed him off, he'd make sure you were cut off until you learned your lesson. He has learned to get along with the other inner-circle members but isn’t as touchy feely or “found-family” as Suho is. As long as they get the job done, and don’t cause him any headaches, he’s good.

Lay: The Ambassador Name: Zhang Yixing

Yixing was possibly the most valuable addition to the criminal organization. Being fluent in Chinese, Korean, and English, Lay slid into the position of being an Ambassador for the group – spreading out their allies, and their wealth. Lay single handedly ran the Chinese operations for the group – anything Suho wanted, he got done, and he got it done efficiently. It was a kind of security that other gangs (save for some…) didn’t have, and it increased their influence on a scale that was unheard of. Lay finds the almost symbiotic relationship between the inner circle as being incredibly soothing. He spends most of his time in Korea, only traveling to China if he has to. He prefers the company of his group, to the loneliness of his penthouse in Beijing.

Baekhyun: The Assassin/Hitman Name: Byun Baekhyun

Baekhyun is an odd guy. In this line of work, most hitmen, or assassins carry themselves in a certain manner – silent, or big & tough, or preferring to go unnoticed… Baekhyun seemed to have missed whatever the memo was on that. His carefree, flippant, and often mischievous attitude really caught Suho’s eyes when he was first introduced to the young man who had been quickly making a name for himself in the underground; using his own name at that – something very rare, and almost naïve for an assassin. But it just impressed Suho even more, because it proved his skills. He was welcomed into EXO, and quickly into the inner circle, and he’s been the resident prankster of the group ever since.

Don’t let the puppy eyes fool you – this man has seen more bloodshed than most of the population and caused the majority of it. His innocent act just helps him to better blend in with the crowd. The other’s won’t admit it, but the thought of being on his bad side has definitely cost them some sleep in the past.

Chen: The Frontman/Informant Name: Kim Jongdae

Kim Jongdae is a businessman – end of discussion. He knows all the tricks of the trade – how to best charm people, wrap them around his finger, and extort them for all they are. His silver tongue is a talent that Suho refused to pass up when he was assembling his team and met the young man. Because of his easily approachable nature, sharp wit, and impeccable communication skills, Chen was perfect for being the groups Frontman. Anyone that wants anything from EXO – weapons, assassinations, drugs, loans, a business proposal – no matter what, the first person you’re going to see is Chen. If he thinks your proposal is good, then he’ll pass your name on. Being the Frontman, seeing as many people as he did, he also falls into the role of informant. Nothing gets by him, and he’s stopped a lot of trouble for the gang before it can happen. Chen, being a typical businessman, keeps his home and work life separate. He fulfills his duties for the group during business hours and won’t be bothered when he is at home with his wife and kids. This arrangement is concrete, and Suho respects it, making everything work smoothly like a well-tuned clock.

Chanyeol: The Dealer/Weapons Expert Name: Park Chanyeol

Park Chanyeol was actually a recruit that Chen managed to sniff out. This boy was making a good name for himself as being able to get anything you needed, no questions asked. So, Suho took it upon himself to test this out, putting out a line for some rather rare, foreign weapons, and a very tight deadline. When Chanyeol delivered, he offered (insisted) the man work for him, and he’d make it worth his while. Seeing this as an opportunity to get some of the stress of working alone off his back, and increase his outreach, Chanyeol took the offer, and the rest is history.

Much like Baekhyun, Chanyeol is a laidback person, until he’s on a job. Dealing with Park Chanyeol is one of the most tense interactions you’ll have in your whole life. It’s not even that he loses the joking personality – sure, sometimes he does, but, more than anything, it’s the rage that breaks over him in waves; promising unimaginable consequences if you cross him. Chanyeol can be ruthless, especially if he knows the person he’s dealing with has a chance of causing problems for him. Best to avoid doing deals with him – because he’ll collect what he thinks he’s due, no matter the circumstances.

D.O.: The Interrogator Name: Doh Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is the ideal kind of man you would want for this line of work. He’s silent, straight to the point, unmerciful, and would get a job done without getting side-tracked. His promising results in squeezing information out of his victims, by whatever means, was what made Suho decide to hire him once the Kim family went under – which is where D.O. had learned to perfect his craft. Junmyeon knew that his father had a habit of undervaluing D.O.’s importance to the operations, and so, when he decided to form EXO, he approached the younger man (who was then a few years younger than him and still in his teens) with his proposal to join right away. And Suho would never forget his answer: “I deal in results. Show me yours first, and then come talk to me.” When Suho successfully proved himself capable of overthrowing the Kim syndicate, D.O. joined without question, and had been a trusted member of the inner circle since.

Kai: The Driver/Bodyguard Name: Kim Jongin

Kai was a classic case of working his way through the ranks, eventually coming to land in the inner circle after many missions as a lower-tiered gang member. He actually was suggested to Junmyeon by Yixing, when a deal had gone south, leading to a police chase in which Kai had managed to impress the ambassador with his insanely precise evasion skills, losing the police all without getting a scratch on the car. It had been horrifying for Lay – sitting in the passenger seat while this young bodyguard drove up onto sidewalks, whipped them into reverse going 90 miles an hour, and even driving under a semi, but it was also impressive as shit. Now, Kai was the designated driver for all their big jobs and acted as extra muscle when they knew that there was a chance a deal could go sour. Kai is one of the youngest members in the circle, so some of the older one’s had some trouble at the beginning but have now warmed up to him. Each of them trust him with their life, and while they don’t really need a bodyguard (being part of an inner circle in the most feared mafia group in the world), having him by their side definitely makes them more at ease during dodgy jobs.

Sehun: The Hacker Name: Oh Sehun

The final of the 9, and the youngest. Oh Sehun made his name when he was very, very young as being a technical genius. Anything to do with a computer, he could figure out. He even hacked into a military system when he was in middle school and was put into several government sponsored summer-camps to help grow his intellect – an oversight on the governments part. He is the only member of the 9 to actually seek EXO out first, and in a big way – by contacting Suho directly, with a proposition. The police were starting to close in on him – his youth having blocked his judgement a little and making him less careful than he should have been. He offered the mob boss, who at the time had been just starting to get his forces together, his technical expertise in exchange for safety in the ranks. Suho probably would have had him eliminated as a threat, however, with his proposition came a file, containing all the broken-down backroom movements of his family, which he had not had access to having not been the heir to the empire. Using this, he could break down the pillars of his families alliances, so, once he checked the authenticity of the information, Sehun’s offer was quickly accepted. Working with EXO, there isn’t anyone, or anything, that can be hidden from Oh Sehun with enough time. Security cameras, bank accounts, personal documents – if Suho wants it, Sehun can get it. This makes him indispensable to the group and gives him the security to play as he likes in his free time.

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Life changing situations (Part 3)

Please read part 1 and 2 before reading this one.

Post Date: 20th November 2022 Content: Angst/ Fluff - EXO Baekhyun x Reader x EXO Chanyeol WC: 3K TW?: Fuck Boy! x Mafia!Baekhyun/ Mafia!Chanyeol/ Pregnant Reader/ Mentions of Abuse/ Mentions of trauma/ Strangers to lovers/ Request?: Yes

Masterlist Prompt list

Since leaving you on the curb outside of the charity event, sobbing into your hands as pain shoots through your stomach, Baekhyun is long gone. Leaving you completely alone there, well as you thought you were.

“Are you okay?” A soft, deep voice calls out from behind, a hand being placed on your back as you turn around to look at the mafia boss who caught your eyes on the way in, “Do you need assistance getting up?”.

Looking into your eyes, you slowly get lost in them. They were the softest and purest set of eyes that you’ve ever seen, especially for a mafia boss, and after the reputation of Baekhyun, you never thought you’d see a nice side to one.

“I’m okay, honestly,” You rush to swipe the tears away from your face with your hands, them being replaced with the soft swipes of his napkin on your face, kneeling down next to you as he gently held your face.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He softly asks with a small smile, cheering you up in the process with how his smile matches his eyes, soft and so sweet. It made you think about how could he be a mafia boss with a smile as gentle as his.

Just as you were about to reply, the sharpest pain in your side makes you jolt, hand flying to your side to put pressure on it as you wince in pain. Chanyeol’s eyes widen sympathetically as he calls for his men, signaling them to get the car ready.

Trying to assist you to your feet, you almost collapse on yourself as your knees feel like jelly with the way that Baekhyun threw you around, whilst trying to resist getting help from Chanyeol.

“I’ll be fine, just a small pain. Happens all the-” The pain hits again and you collapse into Chanyeol’s arms, he and his men carry you to the car, gently setting you down on the seat before the sound of the car engine roars through the town.

Though you weren’t anything to do with him, Chanyeol stays by your side, sitting in the back seat with you, holding you close and caressing your hair, trying to reassure you that you will be okay. That the baby will be okay. If he didn’t already hate Baekhyun, he does for definite now. He could tell that you were a victim to Baekhyun’s game, to his control and part of him wanted the car to turn around to go to his place, just have some “kind” words.

He couldn’t care what the other mafia boss’ have to say about helping you. The second he laid his eyes on you, he knew what you were going through, feeling helpless at the start as he knew he couldn’t help you in front of Baekhyun. But now he’s got you in his care, he’s going to make sure that he doesn’t come anywhere near you again.

“Not long until we’re there, okay?” Chanyeol whispers, hand on your head as his fingers play with your hair, “You’ll get seen straight away, I promise”. How could someone who’s a mafia boss be so caring? And for you? Someone he barely even knows.

“Why are you helping me? Aren’t you rivals with Baekhyun?” You ask through the pain, moving to be able to look at him as the sour expression on his face indicates that it's deeper than just being mafia rivals.

“Because you deserve to be looked after. I promise he’s not going to come near you again,” he forces a smile, tongue bit slightly, purely from the rage he feels for the way you’ve been treated. He knows that this wasn’t the first time Baekhyu has lashed out at you and it makes him angrier.

Taken aback by how genuine he was, you were worried for him. Baekhyun was merciless and if he catches the both of you together even though Chanyeol is trying to help you, both of you will suffer consequences. And you weren’t ready for that. However, you try and enjoy being in the safety of this stranger. Though he was a stranger to you, he feels safer to be around than Baekhyun ever made you feel.

Getting to the hospital, two of his men rush to grab you a wheelchair, not letting you walk in, especially if you were going to collapse on yourself again. Though Chanyeol never leaves your side, being the one to offer to push you through the hospital to the reception.

He must be a known face there, or it just might be his charms that gets you in the priority risk at the top of the to-be-seen list, the nurses and receptionists smiling at him and thanking him for bringing you in.

“What’s all that about?” You laugh through the pain, rolling your eyes playfully as he leans down over your shoulder.

“I’m a kind and gentle person, anyone in need I bring in. I hope you don’t think I’m like the rest of the disgusting human beings that call themselves mafia bosses,” he laughs back, smiling more when he sees a genuine smile grow across your face.

He finds you absolutely perfect and wonders how Baekhyun could do anything bad to you. He wouldn’t even bare touch you unless it was with a gentle hand to console you, like earlier on in the car.

Your discussion gets cut short when one of the nurses calls for you, insisting that Chanyeol stays behind whilst they take you to get checked, promising to keep him updated on anything as it was evident that he wasn’t going to up and leave you as he does with the rest after they get taken into the care of the hospital.

“Is she going to be okay?” Chanyeol questions one of the nurses who share a brief smile with him, wondering how he could worry about someone he barely knows.

“She should be herself, but not sure about the baby. Once we know what’s going on, we’ll let you know,” the nurse replies, nodding before making her way to join you in the assessment room.

It felt like hours since he’d heard anything of your well-being, despite the fact that it’s only been half hour. Pacing back and forth in the waiting room as he awaits some information, getting distracted when he notices a familiar face walking past the window, well, storming past the window and bursting through the waiting room doors.

“Where is she?!” Baekhyun bellows, the nurses and poor other patients waiting to be seen turn in panic, Chanyeol struts over to him, trying to move him out of the room.

“Don’t make a scene here, and she’s in good care after YOU threw her outside. She’s taking care of herself and her child,” Chanyeol grits his teeth, trying to keep his cool instead of ripping his head off there and then.

Baekhyun looks him up and down, scoffs, and rolls his eyes, “Who are you to say that? She belongs to me, and that child is mine too. Knew you’d be the one to come to her rescue”.

Chanyeol bites his tongue, itching to hit him but holds back, purely for the fact he wants to be there for you and he wouldn’t be able to if he starts a fight. Instead, he just walks outside, knowing Baekhyun would follow him.

“She doesn’t belong to you and that child she’s carrying is hers. What have you done for them? Nothing but abuse them. Now get out of here before you ruin her life even more,” Chanyeol hisses, walking back into the building and leaving the hospital security to swap places with him, they were given in a work by Chanyeol’s men to keep an eye out for him.

All he could hear was Baekhyun cussing out the security, trying to use his status against them but luckily enough, they don’t fall into his trap. Chanyeol gets into the waiting room in time for one of the nurses to call him over, walking through the hallways with him to direct him.

“Y/N is going to be fine, and the baby will be too. We just want to keep them in for observations overnight just in case things take a turn but they shouldn’t,” the nurse smiles reassuringly, opening the door for him to enter your room.

“Thank you, nurse,” Chanyeol smiles back, turning with a bigger grin at you, walking to the side of your bed as he takes a seat next to you, taking your hand into his and for a moment, you just enjoy each other’s company.

However, you were on edge, after hearing Baekhyun’s shouting, you knew he was here for you. “He’s out there isn’t he?” you choke on your words, fighting back tears.

All Chanyeol does was nod, his face once again turning sour, hatred for Baekhyun coming right back through as he grips your hand tighter, “He’s not going to come near you again, I’ll make sure of it...” He pauses for a moment, thinking of how to save you, “I’ll get my men to sort out a room for you back at my place, with a nursery. Until you can get on your feet and do whatever you want to do for you and the little one”.

In shock at his nice gesture, your mouth and eyes widen, almost not willing to trust him after your experience with Baekhyun. His niceness could be a whole facade, and you could be in a worse situation.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, a tear falling down your face, as he swipes it away for you, understanding that there may be a wall of safety put up and he knows it’s hard to trust a mafia boss after Baekhyun.

“Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again, it would kill me if he manages to get his hands on you again. I would never be able to forgive myself for letting you out of my protection,” he sighs, his leg bouncing from the thought of you getting hurt.

What you didn’t realize is that Chanyeol fell for you, love at first sight and even if you never feel the same way for him, he’d still want to protect you and the baby.

“I don’t want to be a burden, what if he finds out?” You sniff, shaking from pure fear, trying your best to hide your emotions but with your hormones, it was impossible to.

“He won’t, I won’t let him come anywhere near you. My men will protect you from him even if he did try. You’ll always have a bodyguard if you’re not with me. Plus you won’t be a burden, I’d love to have you around,” he replies, sharing a small smile as he loosens the grip on your hand.

Raising the other hand - which you flinch at - he waits a second for you to calm down so he can gently caress your face, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside as well as protected.

It was going to take some time to trust him, even though your heart wants to -you just want to protect yourself, protect the life growing inside of you.

You've come to an agreement, he completely respects your choices and requests about staying with him. Mainly about having your own personal space, giving you time to adjust and trust him. He couldn’t blame you for taking precautions, he was just happy that he knew he was going to be able to protect you.

You were slowly starting to see him as your guardian angel, and anything would be better than being back in Baekhyun’s care. Well, lack of it. As of this point, you just see him as someone who genuinely cares for people, ignoring your heart when it cries to feel love for him. Being your savior and genuinely showing he cares, you were giving yourself time before you let yourself fall in love, but that probably isn’t going to last long enough.

“Please don’t leave me here alone,” you beg, gripping his hand as he goes to get up just to get you something to drink and eat.

“I won’t I promise, I was going to grab you something to snack on and drink, what are you craving?” He laughs, sitting on the bed, hand in yours as his eyes glisten at you.

Rubbing and looking down at your stomach, you smile, telepathically speaking to your new reason to live before looking back at him with a huge grin, “Oh, cup of tea and something chocolatey,” you reply, admiring his gentle face.

“I’ll get my men to stand outside the door, you deserve something better than plain hospital food, I won’t be long, I promise,” he smiles, gently placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room, his men taking place by the door.

At that moment, you realized how safe you really were. You hated how it came to this but if you didn’t go to that charity event, you wouldn’t have ended up being cared for by Chanyeol, and you were entirely grateful.

*Time skip*

It’s been four months since you moved in with Chanyeol and you couldn’t ask for anything better. As promised, he gave you your personal space, letting you be free in his home, even if you did have to go outside with one of his men, or him. You found yourself enjoying your life, and not only that, but you’re now 8 months along. Getting so close to meeting your little bundle of joy.

As you’re chilling in the dining room, digging into the cookies that Chanyeol had made only for you, you hear knocking at the door. Then you hear Chanyeol’s low growl, “What are you doing here?”.

You knew you should stay where you were, but your interest peaks at the worst times, curious as to who it could possibly be.

“I need to see her, please. She’s carrying my child. I miss her,” it was evident that it was Baekhyun’s voice the closer you got to the front door, his figure hidden by Chanyeol’s tall frame.

For once, you hear mercy and remorse in Baekhyun’s voice as it sounds like he was choking on his words from crying, tears strolling down his face.

“You only miss using her as a bloody punching bag. She’s living a good life now, thanks to you leaving her for me to save,” Chanyeol says sarcastically at first, his voice turning soft when he realizes how much happier you’ve been getting.

He knew you were still having nightmares, comforting you at night, letting you cuddle up to him when you needed to vent and cry into his chest. His love for you only grows, but respectfully keeps a distance when it comes to that. You’ve been through enough already without him trying to push his interest in you onto you when you’re trying to live for yourself and your unborn child.

“Yeollie, who is it?” You try to act strong, pretending you didn’t hear anything and just heard him speaking to someone.

Yes, you had a nickname for him now, your relationship being more relaxed and actually being close together in such a short amount of time earned him that. He turns around in surprise, smiling at you as Baekhyun peaks around him, trying to test his luck by pushing past Chanyeol but doesn’t get very far.

“Oh, it’s you,” you roll your eyes, strolling towards Chanyeol and intertwining your fingers with his, holding his hand and making sure that Baekhyun saw, “What do you want?”.

Chanyeol is so proud of how far you’ve come, smiling to himself, completely in love and heart racing when your fingers intertwine with his. He especially loves Baekhyun’s facial expression seeing your hand in his.

“Wow, you’re glowing,” Baekhyun answers in awe, and it was evident something went through his mind to even come over crying, complimenting you and you knew it hurt him to see you happy.

“Thanks. But seriously, what do you want?” You bite, standing slightly in front of Chanyeol, inching closer to test Baekhyun’s behavior, knowing how you have Chanyeol and his men have your back.

However, he doesn’t do anything.

He stands there, tears rolling down his face, full of regret.

“I suggest you leave. But before you do, I have something to say. I hate you, I really do. But if you were actually wanting to have a place in this child’s life, you can visit when he’s born. But I ain’t trusting you alone with him until he can make his own decisions to see you by himself until he’s 18. Got me?” Your voice is firm, still holding Chanyeol’s hand.

“Okay.” Was all Baekhyun could reply, knowing that there was no way he could fix things between you. Leaving you alone as he walks away, head hanging low.

“I’m so proud of you,” Chanyeol cheers once the door is closed, pulling you in for a hug, a warm and gentle hug. The best type.

It hits you there and then. How much you’ve been denying your heart of any love because of your trauma with Baekhyun. How Chanyeol has proved himself to be the man you’ve always wished for.

Peeling away from the hug, you feel a kick, making you smile as you look down at your unborn son, “We’re home buddy”.

At your words, Chanyeol’s jaw drops, not wanting to jump to conclusions but he’s too happy from hearing that to hold it back, “Home?”.

“Yeah, we’re home now,” you giggle, another happy kick, “Look, I don’t want to jump into it too fast, but this has made me realize that I can’t see myself anywhere but here, with you”.

With that, you reach up, kissing Chanyeol gently as he softens into the kiss, smiling and gently cupping your face. It felt like everything was setting into place perfectly. You knew you were going to have a good life, bringing a child into the world knowing it’ll be loved and so safe. It made you happy..

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Perfect (1)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Language, Smut Soon, Violence Soon, Etc

Word Count: 1.9k

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You hated your life, it was anything but perfect and you desperately wanted out, but how and when?

"I swear to god Chanyeol!" You yell. "You are so fucking insufferable." You finish. You couldn't stand him and frankly you couldn't fucking wait to leave the hell hole you were supposed to call home.

"Dad?" You call out as you walk into the living room. There were always multiple men in and out of the house, you knew it was due to the type of work your father was in. You were born into the second largest mafia in the world. Your grandfather spent years building the empire, leaving it to your father when he became too sick to continue running the organization. Your father tried to teach you some things, hoping that you would want to take over for him when the time came, but to be honest you had no interest in being in the family business. You hated what he did, selling drugs, human trafficking, murder, kidnapping to just name a few. You wanted out, but being the first born, it seemed as though you were expected to just do it. You had expressed multiple times to your father that you wouldn't take over but he needed someone, and that's when he found out he had an 23 year old son, only a few years younger than you from one of the many times he cheated on your mother before she passed.

He, of course was leery of this man just showing up at his front door, but after a DNA test, it confirmed that your father finally had a son, and you had a half brother.

Chanyeol was an..interesting character. He was always so happy, eager to learn everything that your father wanted to teach him, but to you he was cold, rude and dismissive. You tried your best not to interact with him if you could avoid it but unfortunately your father wanted the two of you to get along.

"You're going to do a delivery for me, with Chanyeol." Your father tells you, walking into the living room. He had his stern look on his face, the one you knew you weren't supposed to challenge him.

"No. I don't want a part of this life, and I don't want to do anything with him. He's rude, and just a dick to me. I'm not going." You cross your arms, staring at your father.

"Oh sis, come on." Chanyeol laughs, putting his arm around you, squeezing your shoulder hard with his hand. "It'll be a fun bonding experience." He finishes, making your father smile.

"He's putting in some effort, Y/N." Your father says. "You should try the same." He glares at you for a moment before walking away, Chanyeol's arm still around you as he leans in closely, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Don't be such a cunt, Y/N." He says, letting you go and walking towards the garage. "Let's go." He yells, not even turning back to see if you were going. You sighed heavily before shuffling towards the garage. Why was this your life?

"Chanyeol wait." You hear your father say. "Bring him with you." He says. You turn around, seeing none other than the man from the coffee shop.

"You." You say, pointing your finger at him.

"You." He smiles, walking towards you.

"What are you doing..here?" You ask.

"Byun Baekhyun is my second in command. He was away for a while on business and just got back." Your father explains.

"What happened to Sehun?" You ask. "Speaking of.. I haven't seen him around in a while." You say, trying to remember the last time you actually saw him.

"Sehun is no longer with us. We don't tolerate rats." Chanyeol pipes up. "Let's go." You knew he was pissed off, probably at you for nothing. You follow Chanyeol into the garage, Baekhyun following behind you.

"Back seat." Chanyeol says, glaring at you. "Baek, you're in the front with me." He smiles.

Baekhyun shrugs his shoulders as he climbs into the passenger seat.

You didn't say anything during the entire ride while Baekhyun and Chanyeol talked the entire way. Chanyeol paid no attention to you whatsoever, but you could see Baekhyun side glancing to look at you everytime he turned his head to talk to Chanyeol.

The first time you met Byun Baekhyun was about a week ago, he bumped into you, spilling his vanilla bean latte all over you and laughed. You didn't find it nearly as funny as he did at first, but his laugh was so infectious that you couldn't help but laugh the anger and annoyance away. He apologized profusely and offered to dry clean your shirt, but you waved him off. You didn't need him to do that, it was an honest mistake.

"No worries." You smile. "Accidents happen." You say before walking away from him. You didn't know it at the time but he watched you walk away and walk out of the shop, with a smile on his face.

The second time you met him was only a few nights before, well you were pretty sure you met him, was after a long night of drinking at a benefit your father had made you attend with him and Chanyeol. You didn't want to go, but your father insisted you show face, especially with your brother to show that the family was strong, even if behind closed doors it wasn't near being strong. At 2am, you had found your father and Chanyeol laughing and drinking with another mafia head, Chanyeol no doubt trying to schmooze the man for something to benefit your family. You were glad your father had someone to leave his legacy and his hard work to now, and were so fucking grateful that it wasn't to you.

"I'm leaving. I'm drunk and tired." You murmur to them, your eyes barely open as you struggle to hold onto the wall.

"Should someone help her?" You hear someone suggest, but you notice that neither Chanyeol or your father offer to help you, even in your very incoherent state.

"I got it." A voice pipes up. You feel an arm slide around your waist, pulling you in tightly to him. You lay your head down on the stranger's shoulder as he slowly guides you from the large house, going slowly down the stairs, making sure that you don't fall. You occasionally opened your eyes, peering at the generous man who was helping you, and you immediately recognized him as the man from the coffee shop.

“You.” you mumble, nuzzling up to him a little more.

“You.” he chuckles. “Are you stalking me?” he asks. You stand straight up, opening your eyes as wide as you can.

“You're the one stalking me; you're everywhere.” you yell, throwing your hands in the air. “Why are you here?” you ask the moment the thought popped into your head. You had no filter or thought process when you were drunk. If you thought it, you said it.

“I'll tell you later, when you are able to hold a proper conversation.” he chuckles. You wanted to object, but you were tired and the world was spinning too fast for your liking.

When you woke up the next morning, you had a faint recollection of the night before, but you remembered him but you didn't know his name and had no idea when you were going to see him again, until he had been standing near the garage door.

“So.” you pipe up from the back seat. “What is the delivery that we’re making?” you ask, refusing to look near Chanyeol.

“Just shut the fuck up, Y/N.” Chanyeol spits. "Christ, no one is talking to you."

"Jesus, I just wanted to know what was happening since, you know, I am here too you fucking lunatic." You yell back.

"You know what?" Chanyeol yells, pulling the car over to the side of the road. "You should be fucking grateful for this life you despise." He yells. "You have literally everything and anything anyone could ever fucking want but you're just an ungrateful cunt." "Fucking take it then!" You scream. "Take it all. I don't want this fucking life. You want it so bad, you want dad so bad, fucking have at it! I wish I never fucking found out about you, or what the hell dad is involved in, and I wish I was quite literally anywhere else then here with you or this life."

Chanyeol doesn't say anything, but you can tell he's stirring on something as he pulls back onto the road continuing to drive to the destination. You stared out the window for the next few minutes until he pulled into a back alley, pulling up to the back entrance of a building. He puts the car in park before turning off the ignition. Baekhyun begins getting out of the car, as well as Chanyeol and as you reach for the handle, Chanyeol stops you.

"Don't get out of the car." He says. "You don't want to be here? Then leave. We'd all be better off without you, dad would be happier if you disappeared. You could die and none of us would care." He finishes, flashing you a smile as he and Baekhyun walk to the door, leaving you in the car alone and on the verge of tears.

You sat there for a few minutes replaying what Chanyeol had said to you, over and over again. You really didn't want a part of this life, so maybe he was right, maybe you should just go. You were sure no one would miss you much. Your dad would be so busy with training Chanyeol and all his other men, he would never notice your absence. Before your brain could fully decide what to do, your body was already moving. The car door opened and you slid out, walking away. You had no idea where you were going to do or what you were going to do, but you could figure that out later. Right now you were just focused on walking towards the highway, hoping to be able to hitch a ride out of town. Shouldn't be that hard right?

A few hours later you're still walking backwards on the highway, your thumb held high as you wait for someone to pick you up. Apparently it was hard to hitch a ride, though a few had stopped for you, you didn't feel comfortable enough with the person to actually go through with it so you'd decided to hopefully hold out for someone else.

Just when you were about to sit on the side of the road, burnt out from walking a black car pulled up beside you. At this point you didn't even care who was in the car, just happy that you now had a ride.

"Thank you." You sigh as you slide into the passenger seat. You look over at the stranger, except it's not a stranger, it's Baekhyun.

"What the hell? What are you doing here?" You ask.

"Your father tracked you, and I had to come get you." He says. "Look, if you want out, you gotta do better than this." He laughs. "Hitching a ride on the highway, still in possession of your trackable phone? Rookie mistakes. But listen, I can help you get out, like get out for real and it's gonna take time but I need something in return." He says.

"What's that?" You ask.

"You have to take me with you."

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Only one King | Baekhyun

Gangster!Baekhyun x Pregnant!Reader, mafia au! Word count: 1339 Genre: slight angst, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of death and violence. Note: Well this is short but I enjoyed writing it so much 🥺 Request: I WANT SO BAD GANGSTER DAD BAEKHYUN AND HIS PRECIOUS PREGNANT S/O ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Babe?" Y/N spoke quietly as she eyed the dark room alertly.

She had heard a noise in the presidential suite where she was staying with her fiance, it wasn't customary for her to tag along on business trips but it wasn't like she could argue with him about that right now. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Baekhyun didn't leave her side and didn't let her stay away from him for longer than necessary, it was a matter of protection. Like he said.

Even though she preferred to be at home, Y/N didn't complain because better than being at home was being with Baekhyun. His travels were often long enough that she missed him and felt lonely as well. At least now that feeling is gone.

She never felt alone when was with him.

He'd said he'd work something out with the security team who'd called him in the middle of the night so she figured he'd be back shortly.

But when she saw that the suite was the same as she had seen it before getting dressed for bed, she was surprised.

She heard the noise, she wasn't delirious.

"Sweetheart?" she asked a little louder, stopping in the middle of the dark suite. "If it's you, please don't scare me!"

Baekhyun had this habit of sneaking back in the middle of the night and appearing behind her without making a sound, she was startled, he laughed and hugged her as she turned to smack him in the chest.

But now pregnant, they would have to stop that joke for a very good reason: Y/N already felt like going to the bathroom more than usual, so she would end up peeing her pants.

She shrugged, realizing that it had nothing there and was about to head over to the bed to wait for him when she felt a hand grab her face, covering her mouth. She complained of fright and held her breath when she felt something cold on her back.

"Be still, doll." she didn't know that voice but she realized the danger, mainly because the thin fabric of the nightgown allowed her to feel the barrel of the gun that was leaning against her. "Or I shoot without a second thought."

Y/N nodded nonstop, her eyes already filled with tears as her body shook. She was scared, she couldn't deny it.

"Go slowly to the couch and don't look back." She swallowed hard and knew she had to obey, but her legs felt like cement. They were so stiff. "Hurry up!"

The man released her face, and she raised her hands in surrender.

"Alright." She spoke low and tried to regain strength in her legs, walked slowly to the sofa that was in the middle of the suite and stopped on the side. She wouldn't do anything she wasn't told to, she knew how things worked. "Now sit down."

She obeyed without hesitation, her heart beating so fast she felt it against her ear but her body stiffened even as she caught her breath as the man positioned himself behind her and put the gun to her head.

Y/N couldn't control the tears that were now flowing down her face like a river.

She didn't have time to think about anything else when she heard the bedroom door slam shut.

"Stay still!" The man whispered close to her ear, sending a shiver through her body. It wasn't just any shiver, it was panic.

"Honey, I-" Baekhyun turned on the light in the suite and his eyes landed on the scene in front of him.

"Close the door." The man ordered and Baekhyun changed his expression in the same second.

The smile he carried faded, giving way to a dark, angry look. He obeyed angrily, closing the door slowly as he watched his fiancee crying silently and asking for help with red eyes.

"You made the biggest mistake of your life." Baekhyun's voice was cold, harsh and his jaw was set.

Y/N could see the fire of pure hatred in his face.

"I don't think so, Byun. I have you where I want and the way I want." The man chuckled sarcastically and Baekhyun raised his eyebrow defiantly. "Now kneel!"

"Excuse me?"

"Kneel!" the man screamed and cocked the gun, pressing it even tighter against Y/N's head who let out a sob as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Or I blow your little girlfriend's brains out," he threatened. "If she has any."

Baekhyun swallowed hard and held his breath, he felt all his blood bubbling in his veins, he didn't obey what they forced him to do. He was the one in charge.

But that man had a gun to his girl's head.

Against his will and gritting his teeth, he knelt on one leg as he glared at the man. If looks from him could kill, that bastard would already be lying on the floor.

How dare he threaten his fiancée and their baby in front of him with a gun. How dare he call her stupid.

Y/N opened her eyes, begging for her fiance's help, whatever he could do. All that was on her mind was their baby and how she was going to keep safe.

"Now I'm the one who will call the shots here." The man boasted and Baekhyun got irritated, when the man looked away at Y/N, he took the opportunity to bring his hand to his waist. "First, you'll pay me back for everything you did to my brother. And then, you'll beg me to kill you real quick, but I'll do exactly what you did to him, it will be slow and painful." The man then raised the gun, grinning upward as if he found his moment of glory amusing. Baekhyun took the opportunity to take the gun from his waist in silence.

"You just forgot one detail." He grinned deviously and the man turned his attention to him, brow furrowed. "There is only one king." he replied, cocking the gun. "And it's me!"

Baekhyun raised the gun and without thinking a second longer, he squeezed the trigger, the noise of the shot was followed by the impact on the man's head and the scream of Y/N, she closed her eyes and put her hands to her head in a way protective and heard the body fall behind her.

Y/N let out the breath she was holding and started crying like a baby, Baekhyun stood up while looking at the already dear body in disgust, walked over to Y/N and put the gun back in his waistband.

"Love." He spoke in a low voice, bringing his hands to Y/N's arms and helping her to her feet.

Staggering, she did so and opened her eyes, seeing her fiancé looking at her with concern. Y/N threw herself into his arms, crying even harder, and he held her tight resting his face on the top of her head as he stroked her back, trying to make her calm down.

Baekhyun could only feel more anger at the already dead man, he had put a bullet in his forehead but it wasn't enough.

Whoever had given him information, who had let him upstairs, who had helped scare his girl, deserved it too.

He wouldn't allow anyone to threaten or harm his family.

"It's okay, it's okay, angel. I'm here." he spoke and Y/N grabbed his clothes, as if she wanted to prove that this was indeed true.

"I was so scared." She admitted between sobs and moved the log away so she could face her fiancé. "I thought… that he would…"

Baekhyun forced his lips and brought her head closer, where he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Don't say anything else, you're safe, it's over." he pressed her tighter against his body. "You two are safe and I will never let anyone hurt you." He promised.

And Baekhyun always kept his promises, no matter what the means.

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Baekhyun x Reader: bloodline series. - teaser

Planned Chapter 1 Release: 26th Aug 2023

Rating: +16 for descriptions of violence

Genre: action / angst / mafia!AU

“Come for the dinner, or would you rather starve?” His voice was so cold you felt chills go down your spine. There was nothing stopping him from letting you remain hungry, you realized, for as long as you stayed alive for the future purposes – whatever they could be.

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You din’t know how long had passed before he suddenly turned to face you. You realized that you almost fell asleep yourself, but his motion served to shake you awake. You leaned into his side just a bit closer. The snow outside finally stopped falling, but the stillness made you even sleepier when the world became so awfully quiet. “Let’s talk” he said. “Or we’ll both fall asleep.”

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 6 [END]

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

8.4k word count

abduction, dub con, sir kink, BIG cock, unprotectec sex, dirty talk, really really rough sex, begging, oral (m), orgasm control, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, spit play, breedind kink, squirting, creampie

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N : there we are guys!! Last part! I'm so excited to be closing down this series after almost a full year of writing it. It ws such a fun and challenging experience for me. But I pulled throught and its all thanks to your support! Thank you so much guys! I hope you enjoy the ending! <333 - Cat

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<< Part 5

You don’t know for how long you just let your heart be broken. You didn’t do anything to fix it. You didn’t want to. You spent all day inside crying, letting the gaping and agonizing wound hurt you. You let these images of him torture you, you just let yourself suffer for days. Maybe weeks.

Until the pain lessened. Gradually the wound became numb and so did your soul. Until you were only a ghost roaming the empty luxurious rooms of your apartment. A tired spirit haunting your own tired body. You are nothing of the person you used to be….An empty shell. A pathetic excuse for the strong woman you were.

But as the apathy settled in the pit of your guts it was slowly molded into something else. As days passed you started feeling like yourself again. day after day you regained your superb. You got back some of that burning passion that characterized you.

You were never the kind to back down from a challenge. You are the kind of girl that always gets what she wants. And if your devotion and your expensive gifts couldn’t buy Baekhyun’s love, you were determined, even absolutely fixated on changing his mind. By all means and as God is your witness, you will make Byun Baekhyun love you.

And for that you could always count on your family.

It was ridiculously easy getting to know where he lived with his stupid bitch. The only reason why you didn’t know sooner is because you didn’t try. You just trusted him. But you know better now. Your men were experts in tracking, and you sent them the best two to trail Baekhyun’s every move. You came to know every single detail he was keeping from you since the beginning. Baekhyun being the creature of habits that he is, his routines were pretty much easy to spot. It’s almost like that apart from occasionally cheating on his girlfriend with you he never ever does anything unplanned.

You came to know about where he went to the gym, where his parents lived, when his brother would come by to drop off his nephew, every single habitude, your men gave you a detailed report about everything. Including her.

You learned her name, learned about her medical history, her family, her friends. You learned her and Baekhyun had been dating for three years and you learned that in fact he had never loved you.

This time spent together it was only a way of distracting himself from the routine he had set for himself. With you he saved himself from boredom of the everyday life of the perfect boyfriend that never does anything eventful. Maybe Baekhyun grew tired of the same old boring sex he had with his girlfriend and that’s why he came to you. You were nothing more than that, a bucket for him to dump his cum into. Because one thing was for sure he never, ever, doubted his love for her. Not once he picked you over her. And that was explaining the canceled dates, the late nights booty calls and the secrets. So many secrets that made you doubt that you ever knew who Baekhyun really was. But all that didn’t matter because you did now. You knew him. Better than his own mother. And it was time he came to know the real you too.

An eye for an eye, the mafia way.

***

“Come downstairs we need to talk”

That’s the simple message you texted him while you were waiting in the black van parked in front of his apartment building in downtown Seoul. The building resembled many of the same sorts here. Middle class people like him couldn’t afford anything better than these one-room, maybe two if they were lucky, appartements. You thought as you looked over each window that was lit at this late hour that maybe one of those was him, watching TV or maybe taking a shower before bed or maybe even balls deep in this bitch. Your slenders fingers balled into a fist around the device before it vibrated.

“Who’s this?” the message read. You chuckled.

It’s true… You almost forgot… Officially you never got this number but getting your hands on it was incredibly easy.

“🍭” You simply replied, feeling bitter sweet. This nickname you thought to be adorable only turned out as another way to keep you a well graded secret. The cute emoji was just that, another secret because you didn’t even deserve to have a name.

“How did you get this number?” This time the reply was a lot quicker. A smirk found its way on your lips as you imagined Baekhyun's fingers trembling while holding the shitty phone he could barely afford.

You were not here to play around and quite frankly after months of hiding you were sick of it. Fed up.

You sent a simple picture. But it spoke a thousand words. It was louder and more persuasive than any poetic and larmoyant speech you could ever write or say.

A positive pregnancy test.

You were certain of the effect this simple picture will have on Baekhyun so you joyfully hopped off the car into the pouring rain of fall and rushed yourself in the hallway of the building. You waited there, by the numerous mailboxes of all the destitute people living here, stacked like rats in a sewer.

The building was even more seedy from the inside. The ugly dirty green carpet in the hall reeked of humidity and mold, the elevator that hadn't been replaced since the early 70’s didn’t really inspire trust but neither did the old staircase with the filthy steps and flickering lighting. But still you heard rushed footsteps coming from the ominous staircase and you couldn’t help but to smile, your heart couldn’t help but to race, you couldn’t help but to be happy. Because you were going to see him again.

And finally he emerges from the corner. He looks exactly like he did the last day you saw him. Well not exactly, his blond hair is messed up and he traded the brown apron for a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a black oversized t-shirt but he looks just as handsome, just as enticing, just as perfect.

“What the fuck is this about, y/n?” his voice, that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, resounds in the unwelcoming hall. You missed the sound of his voice so much.

“Hi, Baekhyun” you respond simply, but your calmness seems to ignite the exact opposite emotion in Baekhyun.

“Listen, I want to give a second chance” you start, maybe you got weak when you saw his angelic face, maybe you were reminded of all the love you felt for him. But you couldn't bring yourself to yell at him.

“Are you pregnant?” he whistled, through gritted teeth, voice getting cold and eyes growing somber, maybe even as dark as the poorly lit hallway.

You hesitated for a second. You wanted to lie and say yes but this solution was only temporary so you decided to go against your plans.

“No…”

“What?” he exclaimed in disbelief and confusion.

Of course the test was a fake. Despite you were never once before on birth control and the countless times he finished inside you over the course of the last six months. You never actually got pregnant. But you could have! It was plausible, believable and that was what mattered.

“That was just to lure you out here with me” you clung onto his arms, craving a physical type of affection. “Listen, I know we can go together, you and me” you start with stars in your eyes, looking up at the blonde man. “Let’s go on a date right now let’s try to sort things out okay?”

“Are fucking batshit crazy?” he says violently pushing you away. You never saw such burning anger in his eyes, not even that night he thought you were out cheating with Chanyeol. Turns out he was the cheater all along. This thought gives the memory of this night a bitter taste and Baekhyun’s anger spreads to you.

“YES! YES I AM!” you start to yell in the lobby. “WHY CAN’T YOU REALIZE THAT I WILL LOVE YOU MORE. I WILL LOVE BETTER THAN HER. SHE’S JUST A BITCH. SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU BUT I WI-” you turn quiet when Baekhyun firmly grab you by the arm, slender fingers harshly digging in your skin and leaving five interlaced bruises around your limb.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking skank” he spits between his pinched lips. “Now you’ll listen to me carefully” as if it’s even possible his grasp around your arm gets tighter. “There’s no ‘us’! They never was. My girlfriend was abroad for a couple of weeks and I got bored and horny. Turned out I liked having fun with you so I kept you as a toy a little longer but I eventually got bored of you” you eyes started to prickle with tears. “Stop bothering me and my girlfriend i don’t want to see you ever again”

One single tear spilled out of your eye but you promised to yourself it was the first and last one of the night when you heard the biting and poienous words his mouth spat next.

“Do you love her?” your trembling voice got caught in your throat.

“I do not love you. I never have and never will.”

That was the last dagger through your heart. Words so hateful, tone so hostile that it turned you back into the ice queen you were six months ago. Swallowing back your tears as your face gradually turned as cold as Baekhyun’s.

You humed in disappointment. Baekhyun picked the change in your attitude right away and his fingers gradually lost their hold around your arm. You started to laugh, with an open mouth, a laugh that had no humor, no happiness, no warmth. A laugh that chilled Baekhyun’s bones. Confusion started to spread on his face like a drop of ink in clear water. When your reddened eyes met his dark brown eyes there was no trace of sorrow left.

No more cute and frail little girl. The play was done. Closing act. Curtain.

Once the mask was dropped only the real you was looking back at him. For the first time Baekhyun saw the fearless mobster, the murderer, the blood thristy monster that was always lurking over your shoulder every time you played the doe-eyed, submissive and naive rich girl.

“I really didn’t want to have to do it this way” you said looking at him dead in the eyes wearing that same cold smile. “But you leave me no choice”. Baekhyun frowned, jaw hanging loose in a state of shock and incomprehension.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are fucking crazy” he whispered this time. You chuckled.

“You have no idea how right you are. I’m fucking insane.”

“Boys come get him”.

The next 15 seconds unfolded very fast for Baekhyun. Before he could realize 5 guys rushed in the lobby. While one was placing a bag over his head, the other was covering his mouth. He didn’t get the chance to run or scream or even protest and he was striked on the head with a long metal bar, knocking him out on the spot.

Everything fades to black as his consciousness slips under a veil.

“Good night my love”

***

When Baekhyun comes back to his senses his vision is blurry. Blinding lights shine directly onto his face. He tries to bring his hands to shield himself from the light but he realizes his hands are bound behind his back. Slowly his eyes adapt to the brightness.

What is this place?

It looks like a warehouse, the ceilings are high and the ground is plain bare concrete. In front of him there’s a small round table with a white linen table cloth, two sets of plates along with fancy silverware.

“You finally woke up Honey” you say as you smile adorably at the half conscious man in front of you.

“Where are we?” he asks, squinting, looking around slowly.

“We are on this date I told you about!” you replied cheerfully. “Look! I got all dressed up for you!” you stood up from your chair and did a little twirl in your burgundy red dress. The fit was simple, a burgundy red dress that was ankle length and a slit on the side. You knew you looked ravishing with your luscious hair swaying on your shoulders and minimal make up.

Baekhyun looked at you up and down, still confused.

“You’re a little undressed but it’s okay I guess.” You said pointing at the gray sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. “You still have your handsome face” you smiled at him once more.

“Where are we?” Baekhyun asked once more, confusion still painted on his face “Why are my hands tied?” he asked, trying to pull on the ropes. But you ignored him and kept on rambling.

“I had the best Italian chef in all of Seoul make us a nice, hearty serving of the best authentic ragù alla bolognese” you lifted the lid off the stainless steel pot that was placed in the middle of the table “Well… Second best italian chef in Seoul because I killed the best one”.

Clearly Baekhyun was not listening to you, he was looking around and pulling on his restraints trying to break free which didn’t worry you because you knew it was useless. But still… It was irritating.

“WHERE ARE WE?” he started screaming at you, which was extremely rude. But since he insisted so much on getting answers…

“Fine!” you said as you sat back down. “No need to yell!” That caught Baekhyun's attention and he stopped squirming on his chair for a moment.

You opened your arms at your sides in a grand gesture.

“Welcome to the family warehouse” you said dramatically. “Where most of the business is conducted”

It was only now that Baekhyun fully acknowledged his surroundings. He saw countless plastic bags filled with white powder in wood crates. Some were open and spilling out, some other crates were tightly shut. Baekhyun also notices the blood splatter on the ground and various empty cartridges. His heart started to race in his chest, his breathing got irregular and hectic, his head was spinning and beads of cold sweat started to pearl on his forehead.

You can’t help but to let an evil smile run on your lips as you see the man before you gradually slip into panic. Handsome features beautifully contorted into anguish.

“Do you remember Baekhyunie? That is the family’s core business. We’ve been doing this in our clan for centuries” you started to pace around him. “Drugs, firearms trafficking, prostitution and murder” your hand brushed over one of the closed of crates. “And we are damn good at it. But I must say I’m the best.” you cooed at him while you gently caressed his cheek with cold fingers. Baekhyun stiffens as soon as he feels the cold glide on his cheek, he rips his face off your reach, shooting you daggers through his brown eyes. But you only chuckle.

“Let’s eat, shall we?”

You go back to your seat and plate a generous serving of spaghetti for your lovely guest and yourself. Right when you’re about to shove a fork full in your mouth you realize Baekhyun is still bound.

“What was I thinking ?” you chuckled again.

You stood up and put the leg on the side of the slit forward. With care you started to brush your hand on your thigh. From your knee to your hip, pushing the thin and soft fabric aside and completely opening up the slit. You smirked when you saw Baekhyun’s avid eyes follow your fingers’ glide on your smooth skin and thickly swallow when the slit was just high enough to suggest you weren’t wearing underwear. You scuffed. Even in this situation he was still a randy dog.

Around your thigh was a leather harness that held a small knife. You took it in your palm and let the fabric fall back on your leg, concealing yourself from him. Immediately his eyes shot back to yours. You walked around to stop right behind him. You stuck the blade onto one side of his neck while you bent down and brought your lips to the other side. You let your lips brush against the thin skin of his neck. You exhaled and your hot breath lifted goose bumps on his skin.

“Don’t do anything stupid ok?” you whispered in his ear. Which he responded to with a quick nod.

With a sharp movement you cut the restrained and set him free. Instinctively, Baekhyun rubbed the painful marks in his wrists. You walked back in front of him.

“However, you do understand that as you are a compulsive liar and a fraud I can’t really trust you right ?” Once again he looked back at you, puzzled.

“Boys!!” you called out and immediately ten men came rushing from the double door of the warehouse. All tall and armed to the teeth. But one stood out for Baekhyun, he as significatively taller than the rest and seemed bigger. But most of all his expression was menacing. While the others looked straight ahead like well trained guard dogs this one was staring at him and his eyes held so much resentment and bitterness. He peered at him like one would at his nemesis, however Baekhyun was sure they had never met before.

“Baekhyun, meet Chanyeol. Chanyeol this is Baekhyun”

Chanyeol looks back at the seated man with a blank face but Baekhyun finally understands that is the guy you ran off to that fateful night.

“Now eat” you order pointing your chin at the plate of food getting cold.

“I’m not hungry” Baekhyun spit looking right at you, eyes ignited with dormant, controlled anger. You start to laugh. Even after all this, this boy surprises you again. He’s clearly not in a position where he can demand or refuse anything but still he chooses to be difficult. He’s clearly not afraid of you and you love that even more about him. You could kill him right now but he knows better. He knows you love him too much.

You give Chanyeol a small nod and he immediately steps out the circle to hold Baekhyun down. The taller man grabs his jaw and forces his mouth open. Baekhyun struggles and protests trying to slip out of Chanyeol’s grip but it's in vain. You manage to delicately spoon into his mouth some of the delicious meal in front of him. Right when Baekhyun is about to spit the food out Chanyeol closes his jaw back, forcing the blonde man to swallow with pain.

You just smile adoringly at him. Even like this you can’t help but let your heart sing for him.

“Isn’t it delicious?” you ask while Baekhyun shoots daggers at Chanyeol to which he responds with a sufficient smile.

Even if Chanyeol never dared to put it into words he always had a thing for you. And it happened that he considered himself a way better fit for you. He was stronger, taller, knew the ropes of the job, had a trusting relationship with your family and he knew he was the suitor chosen by your father. And the most important part he liked this ruthless part of you, he loved the way you could skin a man alive and find joy in it. He liked the way your eyes lit up when you held a man’s life at the end of your canon. He was the one for you. A mobster for another. Not this insignificant commoner who doesn’t even realize how lucky he is that you look at him with those enamored eyes. A gaze that should only be for Chanyeol…

The tall man undertook the initiative to force feed Baekhyun once again but with just a simple disapproving look he stepped back like a well behaved little doggie. Baekhyun then took the engraved silver fork in a tight grip that made his knuckles white and brought some food to his lips.

“You know… The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew…” you started as you rolled a meat ball across your plate. “I knew you were the one my heart chose but you know I saw you as unapproachable and I was truly fine with that. I was going to keep being your customer and only admire you for afar. Even seeing you like this was enough for me if I could just be around you for a couple of minutes”

Baekhyun holds his breath only chewing very slowly.

“But then that day that you stepped in my direction I thought my heart would burst into flames. I got a taste of you, of how it was to be someone that you liked, someone that you loved. Even if I know now that it was all a lie… still it’s something nobody can take from me…. This feeling, this memory it’s mine forever.”

You look absentmindedly as the beautiful deep red of the glass of wine in front of you, reminiscing of this first time in the golden hours of the café as the pedestrians were hurrying home….

“But this was my breaking point. I went too far on that road with you and I just couldn’t bring myself to be without you… So I made up this little stratagem to bring you out of your cave…” you chuckled humorlessly as you pictured him curled up on the couch watching tv with her.

“You’re crazy” Baekhyun exhales in one sort breath as he looks at you.

“Don’t you get it by now?” You slam your fist on the table which makes the plates and gaudy silverware clatter. “The exotic getaways, the fancy dinners, the expensive gifts, this fucking watch” you agressvely point at the Rollex around his wirst as you list with cold, dormant anger all of the pricey beneficts Baekhyun profited from while going out with you….

“All of this” you spread your arms and look around the place. “All of it was bought with blood, cocaine and hookers. With dirty fucking money!!” you swipe the table sending the plates and food to the ground in a grand cacophony, shattered glass and tomato sauce covering the floor.

Baekhyun was the only one shivering, you and your men on the other hand were used to your fits of rage.

“Of course at first I took you for an unsuspecting handsome boy that didn’t know what he got himself into. I thought that for your sake I’d better keep your innocence shielded but as time went by I knew I could make you into someone… Someone who could run this family."

You stepped around him slipping a cold finger onto the warm skin of his nape then across your bottom lip, as if you could taste his warmth.

"Do you remember that night?" You asked. Baekhyun stayed silent but as you looked at him he finally spoke up.

"What do you mean ?"

"That night I left you at my apartment to help Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun's back stiffened at this memory as Chanyeol's ears perked up at the mention of his name. You smirked.

“See I knew you remembered!” Baekhyun averts his eyes.

“That night I had the absolute certainty that you were going to be the perfect match for me and for our family.”

You sigh as you stand right in front of him and put your hand on his knees, slowly dragging your palm up the gray sweatpants and his robust and thick thighs to his groin. As your hand progresses you feel Bekhyun’s thigh getting more and more tense. Only to make his hips jolt forward when you finally reach his hardening cock. Instantly your eyes go to his to hopefully catch a glimpse of a softening expression but you only find the same unyielding and bitter orbs looking back at you, eyebrows knitted and lips pinched in a resentful expression that makes you smirk even wider.

“And now I’m even more convinced than before… A man so cold hearted that he would even fuck a girl he hates this much…” you direct your gaze to his crotch that has become fully hard under the constant teasing of his sensitive area. Only gently glazing your finger over his hard on never giving him the satisfaction of applying any kind of pressure. His cock is even slightly twitching, gray sweatpants making it oh so very easy to look.

Somehow his eyes seem to darken even more, but you can’t tell if it’s from blatant contempt or carnal frustration.

“Why the long face, baby?” you coo in his ear as you feel an almost imperceptible twitch on his cheek pressed against yours. “Is it because you hate me?” you make a long pause to allow Baekhyun to respond but he chooses to stay silent. “Or is it because you want this”

With that you finally grip your fingers around his hard cock, the poor thing has been in so much need for attention that you feel that he has already made his loin slightly dampened, making the gray sweatpants somewhat darker. As you press your fingers and rub his length from base to tip you hear him take in a shaky breath and for a split second you see his eyes roll back. He tries so hard to hold himself back but you know his body by heart and he can’t hide anything away from you, at least not anymore.

“Or maybe it’s because you feel a little bashful in front of such a crowd?”

With a gesture of the hand you command your men to leave you two alone; they all execute themselves, even Chanyeol who decides to glare one last time at Baekhyun before closing the doors behind him.

“Finally some privacy” you exhale in relief before immediately putting back on the same mischievous smirk. You are quick to return to business. You crouch down, scraping your knee on the cold concrete floor but the adrenaline and excitement keep you from feeling any pain.

With extreme slowness you decide to carefully pull on the waistband of the sweatpants, the usually ample and comfortable piece of clothing now really seems to restrain Baekhyun. The fabric is under a lot of strain as it seems Baekhyun’s huge cock keeps on growing before your amazed eyes. So you’re more than happy to relieve him. As you roll the fabric down on his hips, his cock finally springs free -well apart from his boxers- and the alleviation of this unbearable tension has him biting hard his bottom lip.

Your intuition is confirmed when you finally peek at his completely soaked underwear. The visible dark gray wet patch is even more consequent than what you anticipated and you can’t help but to feel amused when you see it. You take so much joy in torturing him. You enjoy seeing him unable to resist you even after all this. You might have to still figure things out in regards to his heart but you know how to make his body respond to you.

You peel off the damp underwear to finally uncover Baekhyun’s raging cock. You see him lightly jump when the cool air hits his blazing hot and wet tip which makes you chuckle.

“You became so sensitive Baekhyunie! How cute!”

You grab the length at its base and keep it straight into the air. You bring your face close and start by lightly kissing the wet tip. When you look up at Baekhyun, he seems to be in pain, eyebrows furrowed, hand firmly planted on his hips. So you decide to show mercy and finally wrap your warm lips around his tip. Your eyes flutter close as the familiar salty taste spreads in your mouth. You missed him so much. You missed his thick cock so much. You hum in satisfaction, the sounds vibrating Baekhyun’s cock in your mouth.

You adroitly swirl your tongue around his tip, hungrily gathering and tasting as much precum as humanly possible, rejoicing in the countless memories the delicious flavor brings back. Once you dry out the source it’s time to make more so you start to take your mouth up and down his girth making slurping noises all across his length.

Baekhyun is being a lot less vocal than usual, you only hear him breathing in and out shakily, trying his best to not moan and growl like he can do it so beautifully and he’s succeeding. You must admit you miss the dirty talk, the hair pulling and the pleasured groans but it’s okay for now… in time you know he will give in.

You suck on his cock some more and Baekhyun digs his nails in his hip still trying to not make any noise of pleasure apart from the occasional sharp gasps. You put one hand on his balls, fondling them while your tongue gives a little more attention to his tip, popping the length outside your mouth in a lewd noise to lick around his tip, harvesting more and more hardearned delicious and intoxicating pre cum.

The taste goes to your head and makes your center quiver and your guts stir in bliss. Your underwear starts to clam to your folds as it is being soaked to the point where your slimy juices pierce the fabric to form long strings linking you to the concrete ground underneath you. You do your job with such passion and drive and that you bring both of you to the brink of insanity. Both filled with compelling desire.

You stand back up. With one swift movement you slip out of your burgundy red slitted dress. Your breasts standing proud on your chest, nipple hardened by a desire that possesses you. As you stand before him, Baekhyun drinks in your form, eyes darting between your soaked lace underwear, your beautiful breasts and your shiny and silky thighs glazed in your love juices.

Baekhyun doesn’t budge an inch when you approche to straddle him. You take his wrist in your fist and place his hand on your lower back before leaning on his chest to whisper in his ear.

“Hold that to the side for me” you murmur, hot breath hitting the tip of his ear and making the hairs his nape stand up.

There is a motionless and silent moment. For a second Baekhyun doesn't move. He thinks about what this decision will cost him… he thinks about her. But he knows he doesn't have a choice but to do what you tell him to. Because if he doesn’t… you could hurt him right ? Yes! He has to do it.

That is exactly what he tells himself when his large palm caresses your rear to hold on to the string and push your panty line to the side, making way for his large cock to penetrate you.

With that you grab his length into your hand and guide it to your entrance, circling your clit with the tip, gathering wetness and slowly, you lower your hips.

You bite your lip as you moan all the way down, feeling the scolding hot length deliciously parting you. Boldly making its way inside you, taking your body over as its righteous place. And fuck yes you are convinced of it. It is its righteous place. He feels so good inside you, you find yourself wishing he would never slip out again.

Baekhyun on the other hand still holds on. He manages not to let another noise slip his lips as your tight cunt welcomes him back in its warm embrace. Sure he can control his voice but he cannot be so proud of his abilities to control his expressions. His furrowed eyebrows marking a deep crease on his forehead and his agape mouth give in on the unbearable pleasure he has to endure.

You, in contrast, make no effort to restrain yourself. Why would you ? You have been dreaming of the day he was going to be inside you again for so long. And it was finally happening. It was like coming at last after a long day. That's how comfortable you felt with him.

Once you link both of your hips together and his tip gently kisses the bottom of you, you can’t help leaning your head back and moan loudly as you focus only on the pleasure he makes you feel with just one simple stroke. And you smirk while you feel Baekhyun’s fist tighten on your lower back, holding on for his dear life onto your thong.

“Yes that’s it. Hold it like this so I can…” You say as you firmly plant your heels on the ground making sure you have good balance and support. And very slowly, almost painfully so, you pull your hips up, carefully gliding along his shaft until only the very tip is still nested inside you. Only to smash yourself back down. This time the brutal penetration has you squealing in blissful pleasure. And the pleasurable sensation only makes you hungry for more.

You set an unforgiving pace as you bounce yourself up and down, filling the large warehouse. Each of your moans and each of Baekhyun’s shameful sharp breaths bounce off the high ceiling.

“Fuck” you cry as you feel the familiar tigling building up in your core, knot growing tighter by the second, your pussy squeezing him as you near your high.

But then Baekhyun’s hand which was until then staying put at his side, flew to your waist maintaining you immobile his bulging cock deep inside you, unable to raise your hips once more for the final blow, in just one single and strong grip, finally putting a stop to this hellish carousel.

You exert a disappointed sigh as your cunt twitches in frustration arounds Baekhyun’s big hard cock.

“Why did you stop?” you ask pouting slightly.

“I don’t want to… do this” Baekhyun struggles to reply through gritted teeth. Every word intersected with painful groans that testify of his state of frustration. He’s been flirting with the edge for a while now. First the way you sucked him off with drive and passion and now your tight cunt violently smashing on his length, crushing his dick with incredible tightness. There’s no way Baekhyun can hold on and he knows it but he refuses to give up.

You see this determination in his eyes. The will to fight the primitive urges of his flesh, the will to fight you. You chuckle slightly as you delicately wrap your hand around his nape and lean in to sensually kiss his neck making your way up to his ear.

“Baekhyunie…” you coo “don’t you get it by now ?” you place your other hand on his which is maintaining your waist down on his cock and one by one you peel each one of his fingers off, he doesn't oppose much resistance.

“You cannot fight this.” You raise your hips up again but this time much slower. “You cannot go back to your previous life. You kissed that goodbye the day you fucked my mouth in the café” you arch your back and sink back in on his hard cock, twitching and throbbing inside you.

“But…” He struggles under you. But you kiss him to shut him up, slipping your tongue inside his mouth, and playfully swirling your tongue on his, his heavy and hot breath fanning your cheeks and even slipping the tiniest of moans. You take a step back to look at his face. He’s flushed out, eyes drooping in pleasurable frustration but also mixed with incomprehension and confusion. He doesn’t know where he stands anymore. He’s starting to forget what he’s fighting for.

“Shhh” you shush him, laying one delicate index finger on his plump and swollen wet lips. “You cannot go back to her… Ever”. Your hips keep on going up and down very slowly, the proposed pace is not meant to give pleasure but pain, frustration. It’s meant to finally chop off that last strand of sanity that ties him up to her, to his past. You’re is present and you’re is future.

“Please…” he breathes in your ear. You can’t help but to smirk knowing how close you are to winning him for good.

“Don’t you remember that night ? I came back smelling like fire… I remember how your eyes filled with a cold anger and desire how that smell triggered you. To this day you still don't know what that smell was, right?”

Baekhyun would look confused if he could wipe off that pained look off his face because he has now idea why your train of thought brought back this memory but his cock and himself are submitted to so much unbearable pleasure that he can only manage to shake his head as a response.

“It was gunpowder and blood… That was the smell that made you this horny.” Baekhyun was confused…

Was it really ?

“Do you remember how you played me like a game just to get what you wanted… Abusing the trust and love of a naive virgin girl just to have a laugh?” You wrap your hand around his cheeks to make him look at you.

“Face it. You are a monster. You are not different from me. A perfect fit for this family. I know it.” This time you smash back violently earning a low pained groan from Baekhyun.

“Fuck… you…” he growls, eyes half closed, trying his best not to burst.

“Come on Baekhyunie… I know you have it in you. Don’t you want to make me pay ?” you lick the shell of his ear metal taste of his earring spreads in your mouth. You lift your hips up again even slower now. “Don’t you want to make me feel how much you fucking hate me right now ?”

His eyes are filled with such contempt. Such hatred that it makes your heart flutter you can’t shake the feeling that right now if he had the occasion he would just end you. And that makes you so happy. Slowly but surely he’s becoming you.

“Sir…” The word makes him shiver. “take revenge on this cunt. Fuck me hard for ruining yor life and for being the worst misake you ever made”

Suddenly you feel Baekhyun’s grip on your underwear tighten to the point where you feel his balled fist tremble on your lower back and all of a sudden with extreme force he rips the thin piece of fabric off of you. Symbolically ripping from the chains of guilt he still felt somehow, ripping away from yesterday and embracing tomorrow.

In one rotation he managed to flip you over and slammed your body on the white cloth table, sending his almost full plate of spaghetti to the ground along with his glass of red wine, spilling the red liquid on the ground like blood. One strong palm on your nape keeps your cheek nice and pressed against the white linen of the table.

“Yes that’s it baby” you smirk, lifting your squeezed cheek.

“Shut the fuck up you fucking whore” Baekhyun spits at you firmyly pressing on your nape. Even if you’re unable to see his face you know exactly what type of furisome state he is in. “And it is Sir for you” He says in this familiar authoritarian tone that makes your soaked pussy quiver in anticipation.

You can’t help your heart to flutter when you hear the fateful word. Finally he’s back, he's back to you but this time it’s forever. You’ll never let him go again.

“Yes Sir” you promptly reply, desiring nothing more but to be a good girl.

“Why did you have to anger me like that, whore ?” he growls as his hot and wet tip smoothly glides against your folds. You let a moan slip out of your lips when he hits your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry Sir.” you mechanically reply. Baekhyun scoffs.

“I don’t think you really are though. I think you're just saying that.” He gathers your wetness alongside your thighs and then aligns himself with your center.

“All of that for my cock” he starts to push in very slowly, you’re already stretched out and cock-straved little pussy has no trouble welcoming him back inside you. You exert a sigh of relief and you feel the delicious pull on your walls. But he only pushes in the first couple of inches before he stops. You start to struggle in protest, only wanting to be filled to the brink by him.

“Please” you whine.

“To what a extend a bicth like you can go just to have a taste of my fat cock?”

“Please Sir i’ll do anything” you beg, wiggling your ass up in the air like a bitch in heat.

“Yeah I figured” Baekhyun tightens his grip on your nape, pushing your face further on the table, shutting you up on the spot. “Lying to me about this fake ass pregnancy, abducting me and taking me hostage here…” without a heads up his other hand slaps your ass with all his might, the sound of the powerful impact bouncing off the high ceiling and resonating in the grand space. You can’t help but to scream at the unexpected pain.

You bite your lower lip and the pain gradually lessens but then another strike comes in. Even sharper this time. You whine again, your eyes filling up with tears as his dick is still barely hanging of your pussy. The anticipation of more pain from his unforgiving hand on your raw ass and the frustration of the long awaited pleasure from his divine girth inside as you completely soaked, large droplets of juices crashing on the concrete ground below you and running down the table cloth.

“Please Sir, I did that so you would love me again…”

“Don't talk about love, slut” he slaps your ass again, one tear spilling out your eye, burning your squelched cheek. “You don’t know what it is. And it just so happens I can't remember either.”

With that he finally thrusts inside you, you are totally caught off guard as his massive length rails you, ripping your tiny cunt apart. You moan aloud, already feeling drunk on the mixed up and indistinguishable pain and pleasure.

Baekhyun sets a haineous pace, completely ravaging your pussy along the way. You can’t help but to moan in bliss as you finally hear him enjoying himself, plying growls and groans.

He lets go of your nape as your body is shaken by each violent thrusts to opt for a tight grip on your hair. He firmly maintains you in place and he smashes his hips inside you. Gradually you feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge for the second time of the evening.

But then again Baekhyuns slows down to come to a complete stop. This time there’s no disappointed sigh but an irritated growl of frustration erupts from your lips. If you weren’t fearing his reponds so much you could have cussed him out.

“What’s that, baby? Were you going to cum?” You only whine in response. “Aww. I wanna see that.”

With that he flips you over with impressive force, managing to flip your body over on the table, knocking off the rest of the silverware and plates that clatter on the concrete floor.

“I wanna see your disappointed cute little face.” He huffs as his avid eyes finally land on you.

He smirks at the sight. You are a complete mess. Hair tangled up in knots, face flushed beetroot red, wet eyes on the verge of tears and pussy shapeless and swollen, twitching from so much pant up frustration.

“Would you look at that ? What a beauty you are” Baekhyun murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to see you more in pain like this” He says, not caring anymore if his sadistic tendencies show through. He doesn't want to hide this part of himself anymore. Maybe you were right, maybe he was hiding a monster all along… Maybe it was time to let it out.

“Please Sir… Fuck me again” you beg squirming on your back your four limbs in the air and legs widely spread like an animal, feeling no shame in exposing your tits and cunt to him. Baekhyun chuckles, he likes to see you struggle. He starts to draw small but rapid circles in your clit with his hot tip. You arch your back at the delicious sensation on your heat that has become overly sensitive from all this teasing.

“You want this cock, right?”

You moan in response trying to make it go inside you by moving your hips around. But Baekhyun doesn’t like it when you don’t use your words.

He slaps you across the face, leaving the burning red imprint of his large palm on your rosy cheeks. You look back at him with round eyes in total surprise. Not expecting such a powerful strike on your face… Even when he fucked you relentlessly he was always somewhat gentle with your face…

“I asked you a fucking question, whore!” His eyes are cold but his little satisfied smile gives in on how much fun he has while torturing you.

“Yes I really want your cock Sir”

“You would do anything for it right ?” he asks as he presses a little harder on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Yesss!!! I would die for it!” you affirm.

“Then… fucking…” he aligns himself with your dripping heat “TAKE IT” he growls as he thrusts inside you with such power that it jerks your whole body upwards almost knocking the whole table over.

Immediately he goes back to this destructive pace, making his earring frantically shake and pulling your already worn out cunt inside out as you scream in pleasure, not having a care in the world for the indiscreet ears of your henchmen guarding the doors just outside the warehouse.

“Look at your fucking lewds tits bounce everywhere. Such slutty tits you have” With that he slaps your breast repeatedly until your skin is marked and burning. Making your eyes just spill out tears of confused pain and pleasure. You are so hungry for this treatment. You want him to abuse you even more. You want him to destroy you.

“Thank you Sir” you moan and scream.

“You want to cum, whore ?” he huffs in betweens short breaths, your clenching pussy making it difficult for him to keep up with words.

“Yes please sir !” you reply barely able to keep your thoughts together.

“Then cry and beg more”

With that he violently slaps your clit, the sting is so sharp that your body is shook with sobs, big tears soaking your cheeks and running your makeup, making you look even more miserable than before.

Baekhyun loves every second of it, he loves to see your eyes lose consciousness of your surroundings, being only obnubilited by his hard cock rocking your body back and forth. He loves to see your face contort in pain while your pussy uncontrollably throbs for his huge massive cock, making your mind slowly sink in insanity.

He continuously slaps your pussy. It’s made so sensitive and it’s slowly turning blue from the bruising hits.

“PLEASE SIR PLEASE STOPPPP” you beg as the pain becomes so unbearable that your pussy is about to crush his meat rod, having it its way with you. Without even realizing you start squirting all over him and yourself, completely soaking the both of you with your juices, such powerful streams that some even hit him in the face.

His punishing hand stops the damage to your pussy to grab your neck once more as Baekhyun licks his lips hungrily tasting your wetness in his mouth not stopping once seconds his incessant back and forth inside your cunt.

“Such a good little whore for me” He says as his grip becomes tighter. “Stick your tongue out. and beg me to spit in your mouth”

You feel your face becoming more and more red as oxygen is restrained to your head but you execute yourself anyway. You stick your tongue out and without putting back your attempt to start talking despite the choking.

“Pleashh Shir spit in my mouth” you struggle to say.

“Good girl” he says before aiming right at your tongue, his precision is surgical. You feel the hot slimy liquid glide on your tongue as you roll your eyes in pure bliss, becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen.

Baekhyun spits again but this time on your cheek just to slap you again right after, finally letting go of your narrow neck to mix together spit tears and sweat on your face. He chuckles again, he relishes to see you like this. Right now you’re not the heiress of a powerful mafia empire. You’re just a simple cock hungry whore who'll do anything for him. You’re his toy. You’ve always been and you always will be and you desire nothing more than that.

“I’m going to cum inside you now fucking slut”

“Yes please” you beg in sobs, knowing your release is near.

“We’re going to make this baby you want so bad” he says as he voice is interspersed by each deadly thrusts.

“Please Sir get me pregnant with your child.” you cry out. “Please use my pussy to make yourself feel good. I wanna be your good for nothing cumdump. Please get this bitch pregnant” You ramble as you feel your center quiver deliciously, thoroughly milking Baekhyun’s cock as he finally sprays out his seeds grunting and swearing under his breath. So much cum is poured into your pussy that it starts to spill and runs down your ass and the tablecloth.

At last… you felt him again. At last you won him over. You both know that. You trapped him forever caught in the mafia way of life. There’s no escape for him. So why not have fun along the way? Maybe he can become that mafia boss you see in him…

Only time will tell…

A/N: So that concludes this story!! What do you think don't hesitate to tell me in comments or drop an ask (i love those). I really wanted to to say thank you one more time to everyone that read and made themselved known. You guys made this story! I wante to give up sometimes but your support kept me going! I really wanted to say i appreciate all of you. Thank you thank you thank you

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ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 3

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 7k+ chapter summary: the rain pours relentlessly, but a different storm is just starting. Jiah meets Jongin at a birthday party, it's all harmless fun and magnetic sparks until it isn't, and he calls her the wrong name.

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You wanna disappear in a crowd Just a stranger in a room Wanna change your colors just for the night With no word of it following you home

081222 - 5:43 pm

Things are quiet.

The story is still at the center of the news and online discussions. People have dissected every detail of Lee Chungjae's life to the point that he took down all his posts. In every sense of the word, he's the country's most hated man.

And candidate Lee's reassuring smile when reporters bring up the subject has started to crack.

But nothing else happens.

She's on edge. Let the storm hit already, for fuck's sake.

Yixing finds her restlessness hilarious and texts her a screenshot of the weather app this morning. 90% chance of rain for the next three days.

It looks like Kuraokami answered your prayers.

In the midst of it all, he's been refusing to blend to the background of her mind, exploiting the fact that she's weak when it comes to a good meal. Most days he shows up to her door with takeout, and just yesterday he came with ingredients and made her eat her words about carbonara being the most overrated approach to noodle based recipes.

He’d laugh at her if he could see her now, standing outside the chronicle's building, struggling to get her buzzing phone from the inside of her bag.

A part of her hopes it's the blocked number from before.

But there's a name on the screen, and it puts a frown on her face.

“What do you want.”

A chuckle spills through the line. “Resentment is a terrible thing, you know? It does the heart no good.”

“How would you know? You don't have one."

“I heard you paid someone a visit last night. I wanted to hear it from you.”

She scoffs up at the sky through her see-through umbrella.

"You want me to say I’m... what? Shaking in my boots? So you can rub one out to the sound of it?”

“Language, sunshine. Let’s keep things civil.”

“I tried to be civil, didn’t I? I even gave you a heads-up for old times’ sake, but then you decided to make things personal. So now I’m thinking that next time, I'll just let it blow in your face, make it surprise.”

“Ah, there we go again with that. Why do you insist on calling it personal?”

“Why don’t you suck my dick, Namjoon?”

She hates that she can hear his poisonous smile, over so confident and collected.

“You walked into that room yourself. How is it fair to blame me for the consequences of your actions?”

He enjoyed it, he’s enjoying it even now, she knows. He denied any involvement in her encounter with a certain pair of recently debuted syndicate members, but hist hands were all over that stunt.

A blow like that, the same night she showed up to let him know she had info on his candidate’s son, and he expects her to believe destiny is just funny like that.

No fucking way.

Things may or may not have escalated to shattered wine glass and a deep burgundy stain on Jin's favorite artwork hanging on the wall.

“Can you get to the point? Some of us can’t afford to spend the day scheming, I have things to do.” she says, impatience seeping into her tone.

It's starting to rain, so her hair will start looking crazy in about three minutes.

“I was hoping you were bluffing.”

She laughs in a way that makes an older woman give her a nasty look.

“My hopes weren’t for us.”

Ah.

There it is. As grim as it is, it’s like a weight taken off her chest.

Her surroundings come back into focus. The narrow street. The stream of people walking past her, trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible. A girl brushing her shoulder, recording herself speaking in a foreign language. A taxi driver fighting with a delivery guy. A German shepherd with a yellow raincoat and little rubber boots, its nose against the side of a phone booth.

“I see.”

“Just now?” he has the gall to sigh, disappointed. “I thought you knew when you went to Yoongi looking for a 22. I guess you're not that good at seeing things beforehand anymore, not even when you start them.”

If she had to describe it, she’d say it’s a lot like a game of hide and seek with the kids from her street. Terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“Come to the hotel,” he suddenly says, much to her surprise “Stay here until things settle down.”

And if she had to sum Kim Namjoon up, this would be it. No one but him could give an invitation and a threat at the same time with such ease. Come, or else.

“No. I think I'll stay outside, see what comes out of it.”

Another deep sigh.

“I see. Have it your way, then. You have your fun, make sure to enjoy it.”

She hits the red button and finds that the cute dog with the rubber boots nowhere to be seen, as if it vanished off the street with its human.

At least 13 different people stop her before reaching Kim Kibum's office. Even though her name wasn't credited, her co-workers know what it means when she disappears for weeks, and the kind of stories she chases. The vultures in her department rolling their eyes at the sight of her kind of give it away.

“I thought I told you to work from home until further notice,” he says as she locks the door behind her.

“What? I deliver the story of probably the year, and you don’t want to see my face anymore?”

"Don’t. I’ve had a long day” he huffs, pulling the blinds down. His office looks less cluttered than she remembers. Has it been that long since she clocked in? “You know there’s a reason why I asked you to lay low for a while.”

She drops her body on one of the chairs in front of his desk and grabs a heavy, fancy pen.

“Did you see? Lee Chungjae is living his best life in France pretending to care about free education. He’s out there taking pics with Rihanna.”

Her boss leans over, snatches the pen from her hands, and points it at her like a sword.

“And? What do you expect? That they lock him up as soon as the story comes out? We do our thing, the rest is up to the world. We’re a newspaper, not the league of justice.”

Earlier today she told Haneul something similar, just to calm him down. Now she knows how he felt.

“It’s been a week already.”

“No, it’s barely been a week” he corrects her, moving a storage box under his desk and stretching his waist like he just can’t wait for retirement. “You know how this is, Jiah.”

Yeah, she knows. Shitty. Working your ass off, dealing with red tape and censorship, putting everything on a plate only for the world to move on, people not give a shit, and those who are supposed to do something turn a blind eye and fill their pockets.

“Why is your stuff inside a box?" Even the fake Basquiat is missing, so she knows it's serious. "Are you quitting?”

“I’m moving to a new office,” he says, pausing before adding "Jongsuk quit today.”

The news hits her like an ice bucket.

“He turned in his resignation letter earlier."

"Fuck." she breathes. "Oh. Fuck."

"Talk about freedom of the press, huh?” he laughs bitterly, tapping his temple, shaking his head, his eyes turning red.

In terms of bad news, this is the kind that makes you very aware of the last meal you had.

The Chronicle’s had the same chief editor for nearly twelve years. It’s one of the country’s most respected newspapers, and Jung Jongsuk was a big part of the reason why. The idea of someone with enough power moving the right strings to get the man, the myth, the fucking legend fired just as means of revenge sets a chill down her spine.

It’s a petty but very clear act of revenge. A shame, considering he was damn good at his job and how much he cared about his staff.

She sucks on her teeth “What’s he gonna do?”

“No idea. He showed up earlier today and left as soon as he gave a speech. They want me to step in immediately. Can you believe it?”

She's out of words. Half wanting to congratulate him despite the sad circumstances of his promotion, half wondering what that means for her. He suddenly squints.

“You look terrible. Finals?”

“Done, I’m a free woman”

She's can't stop thinking about Chief Editor Jongsuk, how he was always like the cool stepdad that didn’t have to be too nice or too mean to get your respect, how he gave her a chance when she was just a freshman.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep or, I don’t know... drinking your face off with your friends?”

Her hand slips inside her backpack. “Well, if you'd answered my calls, I would be doing one of those.”

She puts a small, puny handgun on the desk, and slides it in his direction.

“Are you—” he locks the door before lowering his voice to a hiss “Have you lost your mind? How did you get through security?”

“You said we need to be careful and this is what being careful looks like, take it.” she says, sliding it closer to him. It barely brushes the side of his keyboard.

“Are you crazy? Do not— ” he opens a drawer and pushes it inside like it burns to the touch, slamming it shut and leaning his body away, pressing one hand to his forehead. “Jiah, this is illegal”

“I’m the best investigative journalist you have, flirting with the illegal here and there is one of the many reasons why.”

“This isn’t flirting with the illegal, for god's sake, this is raw dogging it, Jiah. This is an office. We’re a–”

“Im Haneul is about to get into witness protection, that’s why I’m giving you something to protect yourself with. Thank you, Jiah. You’re welcome, boss.”

He bites his lip, looking at the drawer with resentment before setting his eyes on her, dead serious.

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Did something happen?”

“It’s always better to be prepared. You know what they say about peace and quiet.”

“I don’t,” he deadpans “Is that some kind of gang lingo?”

She frowns. “Just what has Minho been telling you? I should pay him a little visit—”

“You’re not going anywhere near my staff.”

“Your staff? I’m your staff. He’s a sports reporter, you can walk into a bar anywhere in Itaewon and find a dozen replacements.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not denying it. “Did. Something. Happen.”

“I heard something. From a good source.”

“A good source.”

“Yeah, sometimes those are what we call confidential. So—” he fixes her with a look that makes her fear that his eyeballs will pop out of their sockets. “Fine, it was Kim Namjoon.”

He blinks at her. Throws his hands in the air and plops down on his seat.

“That's hilarious. If this doesn’t work for you, you can always pursue comedy. Now get the hell out of my office, I have to move my stuff to the other side of the floor.”

She stands up stretching her arms, giving him a once over and opening her mouth. He lifts a hand.

“I don't want to hear it. Go take a bath, get drunk, do drugs, get laid. You’re an undergrad student, not Chelsea Manning. Live a little.”

“Actually, I prefer Lisbeth Salander."

"Get out."

081222 - 06:55 pm

Something about the bleach fumes welcoming the moment she enters Lady’s Room is just– homely, and Wendy's threatening glare makes up for the stern mother figure she didn’t have growing up.

“Don’t even think about it, boots off.”

She toes off her muddy boots, struggling not to spill anything on the heavy takeout bags, making her way to the back.

“How come he gets to keep them on?”

Taemin looks insane with a black cape covering his body and his hair all foiled up, Seulgi's hovering over him with the cutest concentrated frown. He wiggles is feet at her.

“Clean shoes privilege. Plus, I'm way cuter than you.”

She snaps a picture of him for future use while he's distracted explaining how he read somewhere that hair takes bleach better when you're stress-free, and that the end of his last semester is just the perfect moment.

“And of course you believed that, because it makes total sense”

“No, it’s true,” Seulgi says. “It’s also better when you’re in a good mood. That’s why I don’t like to take people fresh out of a bad breakup, the chemicals get all messed up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t need to worry about that,” she says off-handedly.

Taemin doesn’t like her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wendy answers before she can, flipping through receipts on the reception area. “It means that you need a relationship to go through a breakup. That’s usually how it works”

“I'll have you know that I have secondhand PTSD from you guys. I’m like one ride home with an angry couple away from giving up on monogamy.”

“So, blue?”

“Silver.” He shows her a picture of a male idol with gray hair, wet styled. He's worried that if he goes too light it'll wash out his complexion.

She inspects his face in the floor to ceiling mirror “Nonsense, you’d look good in anything, buttercup.”

He smiles, always a slut for some validation. "You're coming to Sana’s party, right?”

She groans, plopping down on the chair next to him.

“Jiah, come on, it’s the last party of the semester. The last party before I graduate.”

She’s not swayed by his abuse of the last something before I graduate card. “I’m out of social battery, I'll kill the vibe.”

“We’ll pregame at my place and you’ll be good to go.”

“I can’t be bothered to go home and get changed.”

“Oh! You left the strappy shirt, you know? the one you didn’t know you were wearing backwards, and that leather skirt at my place, I threw them in the washing machine just for an occasion like this.”

“I’m seriously not feeling the vibe today.”

“Who cares, you attract people when you’re sulking.” he shrugs “Plus that’s the skirt you were wearing when you pulled that Romanian guy. We get free bottles every time you have your leg meat out.”

Seulgi slaps the side of his neck with her glove-covered hand. “Don’t pimp her out.”

“And this is why I suggested a ladies-only policy.”

“Interesting that you assume you fall in that category, but go on.” Taemin says, Jiah gasps in fabricated indignation. “And isn’t that reverse sexism?”

“It’s not like men are rushing to get in.”

Irene emerges from the office, walking past them with her all work and no fucking around face on, all her focus taken by her tablet.

“Oh, actually, we had a guy customer a few days ago and he was very happy with our services,” Seulgi says. Taemin and Jiah let out synchronized snorts.

Irene looks at them, going through the pile of papers Wendy handed her. “Grow up, you two."

Seulgi catches on, making a noise of disgust.

“So what did he want? A massage?”

Irene flips a page, scanning its contents. The warning is sharper this time. “Taemin.”

“He wanted a full-on transformation, so we went with silver,” Seulgi says, ignoring the quip, poking at his bleach covered hair with the pointy edge of her brush “It looked pretty good on him. It suited his personality.”

Taemin coos "Is that a crush I smell?"

Seulgi shrugs. "I'm just saying he fit the look, he was easy to talk to. Funny too. Asked a lot of questions about the salon, said a childhood friend of his co-owns one.”

"Huh, sounds boring to me." Taemin shrugs, not impressed. Seulgi and Jiah share a knowing look. He's platonically possessive to a fault, and being the only guy in their group only makes it worse.

Jiah smirks, spinning on the chair. "Sounds like your replacement to me."

He sticks his tongue at her “I was going to introduce you to someone tonight, traitor.”

Irene and Wendy sigh in relief, finally finding whatever it was they were looking for, high five-ing.

“I’m heartbroken.” She yawns. “I wasn’t planning on going anyway”

“You should go.“ Irene says, coming to stand behind her chair, playing with her hair. "You sure need it."

“What is it with people treating me like I’m some boring bitch lately?”

“Have you considered that you’ve been a boring bitch lately? We barely see you, you were supposed to help us look for a new place” Wendy complains, plopping on the other chair next to Taemin’s, spinning. "And you missed the anniversary party"

Nothing for her to do but take the shots. Seulgi steps in for her, an angel.

"Cut her some slack, she brought food. You know that’s sorry in her language."

"Alright, yeah.” Wendy agrees way too easily "And for the record, there's nothing wrong with being boring, Yeri can always use a boring figure in her life"

“I’m not going to a party to be on Yeri Sitting Duty.”

Taemin squints at her, walking to the washing station under Seulgi's orders, cape swooshing dramatically behind him. “But you’re coming, right?”

To be fair, she does feel bad about ghosting them for weeks.

“I swear to god, you better not ditch me for one of your Instagram famous friends."

He doesn't get a chance to reply, his calls for help fill the salon and Seulgi giggles like a sweet summer child discovering the joys of waterboarding. Irene's pleased to the point of pulling her phone out to record the scene, chortling.

081222 - 11:25 pm

One would assume that the only child of the owner of a massive Japanese architecture firm, who also happens to own several clubs in the city, can afford to throw a party with decent alcohol.

Her annoyance should be directed at Taemin for talking her into coming and proceeding to do exactly what she asked him not to.

He’s nowhere to be seen, and Party Yeri is at her peak, hands thrown in the air, dancing between a bunch of freshman girls with their phones out, the red light beams bouncing off her glittery top.

“Not a dancer, or just not in the mood?” a voice interrupts.

She felt his presence before he approached her table. Some people are just hard to ignore, and with his simple silky shirt with a few buttons undone, pushed-back hair, and a flirty strand hanging on his forehead, he has a crowd of curious women and men alike following him with hungry eyes everywhere he goes.

“The second one.”

He smiles just like someone who's used to seeing others react to his looks.

Her first impression of him was jealousy for having better lips than her. She was too busy listening to Mina talk about her internship in Spain to pay too much attention to Taemin introducing the guy. Sitting at levels of handsomeness that don't require a personality, the man bored her without uttering a word.

But he's not hard to look at.

“So, how come we haven’t met before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Taemin says your presence is an exclusive experience." she sips her drink, he thinks it's funny. "Jiah, right?”

“And you’re Jongin, one of the dancing friends.”

A guy approaches Yeri’s group, disgustingly scanning each girl like he’s trying to figure out who has the lowest standards.

“Not a big fan of us?”

She considers her answer, watching the girls shrug him off before he can get too comfortable.

“I've learned to coexist with you people. It comes with the Taemin package.”

His little laugh is surprisingly childish for his masculine looks. The way he keeps looking at her face like he can't spare any bit of attention to their surroundings makes her feel like a bug under a microscope lens.

“Here's my theory, I think he might’ve been keeping you to himself for a bit there. But I’ve heard so many things about you that I kind of feel like I know you already."

Jiah doesn't know what to say to that, but holds his warm gaze and indulges in the view for a bit. Caramel skin, glowy under the strobe lights, painted red like a forbidden object of desire, or a character of a Japanese movie, waiting for his lover at a love hotel.

Handsome indeed. Nice jaw, soft nose, slightly arched eyebrows.

“Good things, I hope.”

“Interesting things.” He says with a crooked grin. She cocks an eyebrow, but he beats her to it. “So, journalism. What’s that like?”

She gives him the generic answer she keeps for occasions like this; lots of reading, being on the phone, doing more with less. No one is ever satisfied. Neither the readers nor the editors nor yourself.

Ok. So maybe she assumed a lot of things. He's surprisingly great company, really easy to talk to. He owns a dance studio and teaches from time to time. Some of his students have made it to entertainment companies, and he tries not to seem cocky, but it's clear he's extremely proud of them. He’s very nonchalant about covering various styles, though he’s more interested in R&B these days.

“Your day-to-day sounds like a lot of sitting behind a desk,” he comments. Being someone that works with his body, the idea must haunt him.

“Oh, god, no– I always feel like I’ll throw myself from the window if I spend too much time at the office. I’m on the investigation team, so I’m almost always out on the streets, harassing bureaucrats and stuff.”

“That sounds... fun.”

“Riveting,” she promises. “It’s not bad, really. You go through the boring stuff and then when you get a good story, you remember why you do it, and… it’s a good feeling.”

“You know, usually when someone mentions journalism I think of people with thinning hair and marriage issues.”

“Are you calling me old?”

“No. I was trying to say that you just took down a stereotype for me.” he pauses, pouting and looking up like he’s considering something “But you do give off an old soul vibe, sitting on your own, sulking like you’re here against your own will, ready to decimate anyone who dares come near you.”

She blinks at him, he’s holding back a smile, she can tell. Waiting for her reaction.

“Wow, so you’re just gonna call me a hag like that?”

He looks mildly surprised, worried, and amused all at the same time. “That’s not–”

“And if I look that scary, how come you’re here at my table?”

“Because you’re very attractive. It balances out the scary.”

She hums into her glass.

“And I’m very charming, I knew you’d be harmless.”

“Right.” He’s not entirely wrong. She’s always suspicious of extremely charming people, and the alarms are going off in her head.

“This is me hitting on you, off the record.” he continues, undeterred. She snorts. "And I say that because, as I’m sure you know, Taemin is possessive.”

She lifts and shakes a finger like an aunt at church when the pastor hits a mark. “Like a kid who doesn’t share his toys.”

Which reminds her, where’s that silver-haired menace?

“We’ll just have to ease him into it.”

“Uh-huh. This is flattering and all, I guess, but I’m married so–”

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t get jealous” he shrugs, very serious about it. Which is unexpected, no one has ever reacted to the I'm married line like that. “I’m not gonna try to compete with your career.”

She's speechless, but in a good way, laughing at the audacity and shaking her head.

But then, just for a moment, he disappears.

There’s a quick, almost untraceable absence, even his smile falters.

Then he snaps back.

“Hey, you wanna get out for a bit? Get some fresh air? Looks like your friend’s gonna be busy for a while.”

Yeri was off her radar for a bit there, and now she’s got her arm threaded with the birthday girl herself. They’re moving away from the crowd, talking into each other's ears like they haven’t debriefed in months, probably headed to the bathroom.

Now that he mentions it, fresh air sounds nice.

“Promise I’m all out of lines,” he adds.

It’s humid out on the street, but less stuffy and noisy. She pulls out a brand new pack of cigarettes and they get fire from a girl hanging around with her friends next to a motorcycle. Her kohl-stained eyes scan Jongin greedily while he leans over, hands cupping the flame.

She suddenly turns to look at her, right when Jongin leans back and thanks her, and winks.

If Jongin notices, he’s unbothered, much more concerned with moving around her to stand on the side of the street, wordlessly making them switch spots. The gentleman move is soon eclipsed by a sudden coughing fit.

It's so bad she feels kind of horrible about finding it amusing. He really just fucked up his smooth streak after one drag.

She offers to grab him a drink, but he shakes his head, grabbing her arm before she walks away. He swallows hard one, two, or three times, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"You good?"

"No." he rasps. “These are the kind that my grandfather used to smoke.”

“You could’ve said no.” she counters, patting his back. They’re strong, she didn’t warn him because she showed him the package.

“I was a victim of peer pressure.” he jokes after clearing his throat. “I was doing well, wasn’t I?”

“It’s ok. Choking on smoke like a high schooler makes you human.” she offers him as consolation. The coughing fit messed up his hair. he looks younger now, less of a threat. Maybe it’s just the fresh air, the relief of getting out of the crowd, and the nicotine easing her up.

He asks if she smokes often, sounding like he doesn’t want to intrude, but a part of him will judge her if she says yes. Truthfully, she hasn’t in months, but it always hits a spot after a while, and people assume she’s too into it.

“Work's stressing you out?”

“That’s what work is supposed to do, isn’t it?”

He winces.

“Not to a level where you have to smoke like a war general.”

She grins at him sideways, the man who introduced her to this particular brand would have a few things to say about that sentence.

“I can deal with the stress, I only smoke when I get frustrated.”

“And does that happen often?”

“I don’t know? I guess. My boss says I’m too much of a control freak. He's a jerk, but sometimes it feels like he knows me better than I know myself.”

“Not great at teamwork, then?” he probes.

“No, I mean-- I’m not, but it’s not that.” she pauses. He’s waiting for her to elaborate. “I just wish I could do more sometimes, and not just document things from the sidelines. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does.” he assures. “I think I know what you mean.”

“I tried it, recently” she goes on, and she doesn’t know why she’s opening up to this guy. She’s not trying to turn him into her therapist, and she’s not even sure she wants to take him home at all. There’s too much going on in her mind at the moment, she wouldn’t be fully present anyway. It'd be a waste.

“And how did that go?”

“It was alright at the beginning. I've been helping someone– a friend who was gonna do something he'd regret. Actually, I'm not sure we're actually friends, but he's a great guy in a shitty situation.” she rambles, taking one last drag. “But then things went south in the worst way possible. It didn't even have anything to do with him, just personal baggage and terrible timing. I guess I had it coming.”

He nods, deep in thought, letting a comfortable silence fall between them, just watching people walk past, going in and out of the club. She presses the butt against the sole of her boots, and tosses it in the trash.

“If it’s any help, I’m sure your friend is grateful. You did well helping him.” he says, and she remembers Yixing saying something similar. “And whatever happened, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

She shrugs. “It is what it is, right? Onwards and upwards.”

He grins, pointing a finger at her. "That’s totally something my father would say.”

“So you ran out of lines and now you’re back to calling me old?”

“I only said that because I didn’t want to come off too strong, but if you insist.” He’s back on charming again, hands in the air like she’s just giving him no choice. The switch between kind to charming gives her whiplash.

A waste, really. A month ago she might’ve taken him home, let him make her coffee in the morning.

“I’m not insisting, I just asked you a question.”

He waves her off. “Bet you 5000 won I can kiss you without using my lips.”

It’s stupid. But he looks like the epitome of determination. Kohl girl behind him keeps looking at them over her shoulder, and without the meaningless rumble of the crowd to distract her, his voice turns out to be quite lovely.

So she tilts her chin at him, giving him the green light.

He takes two purposeful steps. She calls his bluff, refusing to back up against the wall. He gets close enough that he has to bend his head down to keep eye contact, and in a surprisingly smooth move, he places a short, harmless peck right on her lips.

Then he backs up with a single step and pulls out a bill from his pocket.

“A great investment if you ask me.” he says.

She laughs despite herself. Not in the coy, flirted up way, but a full, honest, belly laugh.

The silver-haired menace himself emerges from the shadows with a cowboy hat on his head, thumbs hooked on his jeans. He’s glaring, a scowl on his lipstick-stained lips, focusing on the way Jiah bends over, hand on her tummy and all.

“What are you doing with my best friend? I’m asking both of you, by the way.” he demands.

“Where did you get that?” she asks him, fully recovered, flicking the hat.

Taemin grabs the bill from Jongin’s hand before he can put it away. Jongin raises his eyebrows at him, anticipating complaints for his actions, daring him even.

“Not that I don’t respect the hustle, but I think you’re underselling yourself, sweetie." he says, turning to Jongin like a parental figure setting limits. "A peck from our Jiah is easily worth 10000 won. Pay up.”

“Deal,” Jongin shrugs, reaching for his back pocket again, pulling out several bills, winking at her. "How many can I get for--"

“Alright, we get it, she gets it,” Taemin interrupts, putting an arm around his shoulders, and rubbing his chest distractedly. “I thought you were on Yeri Sitting Duty tonight.”

Jiah licks her thumb and wipes the lipstick marks on his jaw, much to Jongin's endless amusement

“She’s a big girl. You got some on your teeth, you harlot."

"Finally. I keep telling you girls, you baby her too much" he complains, licking his front teeth. "Someday you'll have to set her free, let her make some mistakes of her own. They build character, you know?"

"How wise of you." Jongin says. "Was that the logic behind this new look?"

"Some mistakes don't." Taemin continues, looking at her with crazy eyes, pointing at Jongin. "Some mistakes make your best friend uncomfortable and are off limits."

Jiah and Jongin look at each other. "You introduced us."

"Yes, and? I never said get chummy and explore each other's bodies, did I?"

“Nice tattoo, by the way.” She tells Jongin. She caught a glimpse when he got closer and thought it looked familiar. Then Taemin unknowingly moved the fabric on his chest out of the way and she got confirmation. “It’s the helm of awe, isn't it?”

Jongin mouth falls open, genuine shock taking over his features. Not many people know about runes or recognize them. Taemin tilts his head to the side, eyeing her curiously, suspiciously.

“How do you know that? I thought it was a snowflake.”

“I knew a girl who had one on the back of her neck. Hers was red though. Looked great when she put her hair up.”

Taemin releases Jongin from his clutches with an unconvinced hmph, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. Jongin quietly fixes his shirt.

"Oh. Oh. I think I saw Minho inside. You wanna piss him off?"

Well, that’s great. That’s just great. Super cool.

Jongin takes a look at her face and blurts out the question. "Who's that?"

"Her ex. She broke his heart, he started rumors that she's with the Yakuza." Jongin blinks in surprise, and Taemin looks like he wants to elaborate further. She stops him.

“What’s that grown man doing here?”

“You know he likes to hang around the youngsters and make people guess his age. So, you in?”

“Leave me out of it.”

"Hear me out. I was thinking you and Jongin could walk around, right? Let him see you together, put on a little show. You know how his ears get red and his eyes bulge out when he's angry?” he's trying to contain his laugh, looking maniac. “I’ll buy you dinner, both of you. I’m serious.”

That’s her cue for a bathroom break. She puts the cowboy hat on Jongin’s head, not deterred by the way his eyes follow her on her way inside.

A sigh escapes her lips as the cold water runs over her hands. She smiles at a group of girls walking out of the door, their giggles reminding her of the task at hand—finding Yeri and making sure she's not too drunk to make semi-rational decisions.

Maybe she’ll try to talk her into ditching this place. Yixing's uncle's spot is not too far from here.

The possibility of running into her ex kind of makes her want to bolt. Not out of lingering feelings, she just doesn’t have the energy for that interaction. He has a way with sucking the like out of her.

There's only so much she can take of things beyond her control.

The bathroom door clicks. Something shifts in the air. The unsettling feeling of realizing she's not alone. She glances up at the mirror and catches a glimpse of him in the reflection.

Reacting on instinct, her hand snatches the decorative vase from the sink and hurls it at him. The man covers his face, not before grabbing her forearm and slamming her against the sink.

She puts her palms up to avoid hitting the mirror face first. It happens at once, suddenly he's grabbing her bag, and the next second the chain strap is pulling around her neck.

Her body bends back. His knee's pressed against her lower back. Either she’ll pass out or he’ll snap her in half.

She's not about to go down in a public bathroom. She pushes her shaky fingers under the chain, attempting to relieve some of the pressure.

Her vision' blurring, she's running out of oxygen and ideas. Tears well up. The muffled music starts fading.

There's a distant slam, a loud thump.

And thank fuck, release.

She catches her weight on the sink, gasps for air, almost crashes against the mirror again. She turns on wobbly legs and faces two bodies intertwined and struggling on the floor.

Her attacker’s dressed in all black, mask included, buzzcut, well built. The second man has his thighs wrapped around his head, snarling as he keeps him overpowered. A blue-grey silk shirt clings to his broad shoulders, thin black lines mark the skin on his chest.

The helm of awe.

He knocks the guy out with his thighs which... ok, impressive. With heaving breaths, his eyes land on her.

She runs. He grabs her arm before she can get through the door, and bends over when her knee finds his crotch.

Slamming the door behind her, she slaps her hands against the wall for support, still a bit dizzy, heart racing.

"Wait! Rina– please wait–"

Everything shuts down—her legs, the party, the whole city stops. She drops the plans of putting as much distance as possible between them, turns around and stomps in his direction.

Four letters, one word, a slap to the face.

“What did you just call me?” she demands, her face inches away from his. She doesn't recognize her own voice. He's pawing at his neck, pulling a chain for her to see, like that's gonna do something. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I know them. I know Yixing. You’re in danger, I’m here to help you." he sounds pained, trying to calm her down. She has no sympathy for him.

Hanging from the chain, a silver band morphs into two bony hands that hold a mint-colored ball. A ring, worn as a necklace. She recognizes it at once. She won that ring at some fair in Busan. Someone at school started a rumor that she joined the occult. Kyungsoo's mother thought she was a bad influence.

“We have to get you out of here. He has back up, they'll come soon."

Jiah exhales, relaxes her limbs. He mirrors the gesture, letting out a breath of relief.

Then she runs like her life depends on it. And it just might. She bumps into people, pushes them aside, desperately looking for an emergency exit she vaguely remembers from past situations that shouldn't be crossing her mind right now.

They come in handy, successfully leading her to the deserted alley.

But god, whatever version of it is out there, is just not letting her get away so easily.

The years have granted him an extra couple of inches, not that he ever needed them. Maybe it's just the thick soles of his boots that scrape against the loose gravel. He stops, mirroring her shock for a fleeting second.

She grabs the closest thing available; a rusty, long, and thin metal thing that's heavy enough to give her some confidence. He’s staring at her, no traces left of the awe she saw before.

He's pointing a gun at her face.

"Drop it" he barks "Hands up, turn around and try not to be so damn difficult. In that order."

Frustrated, she snarls at herself, her jaw tightening until it hurts before throwing the stick to the ground. She turns around, facing the mold-infested wall. The last thing she sees is a torn-off poster of an underground rap collective.

His forearm presses to the back of her neck with no mercy. He searches for a weapon she's not carrying.

"That's for being so fucking stupid. Do you realize what you got yourself into?" he snaps, not giving her a chance to answer before he pulls her back by the back of her shirt and pushes her against the wall again.

"Ow– What the fuck, dude?" the rough, disgusting surface of the wall scratches the side of her face. She kicks her feet against the ground. "I wasn’t even– what the fuck was that for?"

"That's for making my mom worry about you, idiot."

He finally lets her go, and she moves away from him, curses spilling from her mouth.

The exit door opens revealing Jongin—the impostor.

"What are you doing? We need to--"

They guards go up abruptly before her eyes. He raises his gun at her once again, this time with clear intent.

It'd be ugly, she imagines, being shot this up close. Her brains will end up on the floor, his clothes, maybe even his face. The Park Chanyeol she knew was an asshole most of the time, but he didn't have it in him to step on an ant or kill a spider even if his mother ordered him to, let alone shoot someone.

The inevitable fact is that they are strangers. She doesn't know who the time has turned him into, just like she’s no longer someone that he knows.

"Go ahead, big guy," she lifts her chin, rolls her shoulders. He’s looking at her like she's made of cellophane.

Someone takes the ground from under her. The ground is inevitable. Someone grabs her. Her shoulder feels wet, and her hands look for the source. When she looks down it, it’s stained red.

Did he just–

It can’t be. It doesn't hurt. It should hurt.

It all happens too quickly. There's a hissing sound. The impostor grips her tightly and says something.

Was her heartbeat always this loud? And did she really just get shot?

"Eyes open," The impostor orders. There's no escape with the world narrowed down to two walls. They’re closing in.

He keeps talking, telling her that it’s alright. Her heartbeat is drumming inside her head. It’s now supposed to do that, she shouldn’t feel this cold in August. A chill settles in her bones like she’s been running barefoot through deep snow in the woods, wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown.

Okay. Maybe she did get shot. And now they’re taking her away. But she can’t go down like this. Irene... the girls will wonder where she is, Yeri’s gonna burn the place down looking for her, Taemin’s too sensitive to deal with something like this, and Chanyeol–

He shot her.

And they keep calling her the wrong name.

"Rina, you have to...”

thump

“...be there...”

thump

“...right? C’mon...”

thump.

"Rina."

And then they kill the lights.

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