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winter-darling · 2 years

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May i request comfort for rui, akito and touya where theyre having dinner with readers family but they keep saying harmful things about them that arent true and being overall toxic? Im in a similar situation where my brother blames me for everything and everyones shaming me when its not my fault

Very sorry that’s happening to u :(

Sosososo sorry for the long wait, i’ve had like no motivation to finish this and it kinda seems half assed towards the end

And ty to milk who helped with this cuz brain is dead

AKITO SHINONOME

-ohboy he’s pissed to say the least

-will throw back pretty much anything they've said about you back at them

-mf almost broke the fucking table

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You all sat at the dining table, silently munching on the food your mother had prepared. The sounds of utensils hitting against the plates echoed across the room.

Panic washed over you, you knew one of your family members would eventually make a comment about you.

Not today, please. You thought to yourself.

You tried to ease the intensity of your shaking hands, and avoided looking up. Akito, who sat beside you, caught onto how you’ve been acting. Ever since the two of you arrived at your family’s home, you were awfully quiet. He brushed it off since he thought it was just you nervous about him meeting your family, but still kept close attention to how you were.

“So, do tell how you managed to date someone so out of your league” your brother teased.

“Yeah, you’re so unorganized, and you look so pathetic when next to someone who clearly has their things set straight.” Your mother added on.

You dropped the utensil that was in your hand and just sat there, trembling helplessly knowing you couldn’t talk back to them, as you knew that would only result in them throwing more insults at you.

“Excuse you?” A voice announced, and you knew exactly who it was. You could tell just from his tone that he was furious.

“What? You don’t agree?” Your mother said with a cocky grin on her face.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Akito argued. His fist hit the table. You winced from the sudden bang that rattled the table, the plates and silverware clanging from the force serving as another ringing in your ear.

“I’d like to know if you’re better than them; if you’ve actually gone farther than they have in your life. Do you actually think you can achieve something from doing shit like this?

To your own damn child?”

Your mother stood in shock, still trying to register what he said while her grin faded.

“And you have the nerve to call them pathetic. So how ‘bout this, shut your mouth.” The boy added.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder,

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

*********

You both left the gathering, and just walked together back to his home. Hand in hand, and with silence.

“Why didn’t you say something back to them?” He questioned, fury hinted in his words.

You didn’t respond. You simply just continued walking while staring at the ground.

Akito comes to a sudden halt. Which had caused you to pause as well.

“Answer me, please.” He added, while turning towards you.

At this point, he was desperate for a response. He didn’t understand why you didn’t defend yourself.

You couldn’t bring yourself to lock eyes with him. The swirling feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over you as you recalled the events that happened not too long ago. The stinging in your eyes warned you about the tears that had welled up, threatening to spill.

“I’m just scared, Akito” you muttered out, voice cracking.

“Why?”

“My family always liked ruining people’s view of me, throwing around things I've never said or done. I didn’t want you to fall for that.”

He couldn’t really figure out a way to respond. But nonetheless, he took some time for himself to recollect his thoughts.

“Look, you don’t seem like the kind of person to do any harm to other people. Even if you parents told me some bs like that, I wouldn't believe it.”

You smiled from the reassurance. Overwhelmed with your current emotions, you couldn’t help but cry, while embracing Akito in a hug.

TOYA AOYAGI

-anger builds up as they progress w/ the comments

-literally just gets up and leaves with you

-doesnt feel like wasting his time on something so stupid since most of the time its projecting

-not leaving ur side for the rest of the night

*******

“So you’re dating someone who actually has decent grades? Maybe you’re using him for your own benefits. How selfish!”

“No, Mom. It’s not like that at all!

Why won’t you listen to me?!”

This only caused your mother to fume at your sudden 'attitude', raising her voice as she continued to accuse you of other matters at hand. The constant yelling filled the dining room, ruining the atmosphere of a peaceful dinner you'd hoped to have.

Toya had been silently watching this argument go on for the past few minutes. Frustration with your mothers accusations slowly crept up on him. He figured the only way out of this was to just.. leave. He didn’t appreciate how cruel your mother was to you.

He rose from his chair, and held your hand with a gentle, yet firm grip. When you looked up towards him, he announced,

“I appreciate the gesture of inviting us over, but I think I've heard enough.

*******

The setting sun illuminates toya's darkened room as you lay there within his arms; in a comfortable silence. It was peaceful and calm, much different from the situation that had happened before. You felt oddly drained from spending all your energy arguing with your mom so you drift in and out of sleep, clinging onto consciousness.

Toya had recognized your current state, and had thought it’d be best for you to stray into slumber. He wants you to forget the worries of your mother, and once you regain your energy, he will continue to remind you that he knows you're not what your mother accuses you about.

With a gentle smile he begins to hum a small tune that drifts throughout his room while stroking your hair in a loving manner.

Eventually, the boy heard your soft breathing, realizing you had finally fallen asleep.

“Sleep well, my love”

RUI KAMISHIRO

-favorite

-kinda like akito but much calmer abt it

-if u walk out he’ll excuse himself but also call them out before he leaves

-will also roast the living hell out of them tbh

-just walks u to his home holding ur hand like the world is ending

*****

The evening with your family had been going well. Everyone got along with Rui, cracking jokes once in a while, and occasional chit-chat about interests they shared.

“Can you throw this out, y/n?” Your mother asked, her tone hinting it was more of a demand rather than a favor.

“Not right now ma, could I do it when I finish my food?”

“It’s a simple task! Why can’t you do it now?! You good-for-nothing-“

A voice interrupted her;

“If it’s so simple, then do it yourself,” The boy retorted.

“But-“

“You said it was a simple task, correct? I think you’re more than capable of doing it yourself.” Rui added, his signature cheeky grin sat upon his face.

This situation with your mother occurs often, and you didn’t feel like going over this for the 100th time. You got up from your chair, and without a word, you left the dining room and eventually left the house.

Rui wasn’t very pleased with your mother’s cruel way of treating you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I'll be leaving now.”

************

The both of you walked back to Rui’s place, although your mind wandered elsewhere, disregarding the boy who eyed you concerned. Your grip on his hand tightens due to your tense state, but that was quickly broken when you felt his thumb tracing small circles on your hand as an act of comfort. You glanced at him to only be met with his soft smile.

#fluff #wonderlands x showtime #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai #project sekai headcanons #akito shinonome x reader #vivid bad squad #vbs akito

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urmomsstuntdouble · 3 years

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ok not sure how comprehensible this post is gonna be but! regarding the languages discussion, here are my thoughts about the anglo americans. be warned this post is long as fuck, but thank you so much if you do read all of it, and i’d love to hear your thoughts about it as well!

so i just wanna start with alfred’s name- alfred. i think he may be named after alfred the great of wessex, who may or may not have been the first king of england. he wasn’t technically the king of a unified england that we’d think of it as today- he was the king of wessex, as his title implies, but there was a point at which he was “in charge” or however you want to put it of most of present day southern england. anyway this presents the first of his issues with his identity. he’s permanently tied to britain beyond just his culture and most common language- his name is a reminder of who he “belongs to.” of course most people don’t know that and they just think it’s a little odd that this 19yo miles morales type is called alfred but eh, what are you gonna do.

then you have the fact that there’s no official language in the US, which makes things a little harder for him. he’s never sure what language he’s supposed to be speaking in, as the human representative of america. he thinks it should be english, seeing as that is the lingua franca, but there’s times when he just doesn’t vibe with english as a language. i mentioned before that he struggles with keeping his (spanish) dialects straight (which @cupofkey summed up as immigrant-kid-syndrome and that’s exactly it), although its not limited to just spanish. he also has a hard time keeping other shit in line, to the extent where his thoughts are a messy jumble of languages, concepts, images, and feelings. this is most evident when he’s nervous, because his accent will get super thick and he’ll start just saying the words that pop into his mind, even if they’re in another language or straight up not words at all. the only peson who can understand him when he’s doing this is canada. both of them are countries of immigrants, although they are different in who immigrated and when, so they dont have the exact same nervous tick language, but it’s close enough that they can communicate well. it’s sort of like a more global version of europanto? might sound something like this to an outside observer, but again, more global (also for the video they dont start talking until 1:17).

america and canada also have a sort of inextricable bond because of the first nations people. the first tribe that comes to mind are the members of the okanagan national alliance, which straddles the present day border of british columbia and washington state (this is also something america shares with mexico). it’s caused a lot of pain between them personally, and with the okanagan nation. just as the border itself is vague- though the us-canada border is more respected than the okanagan borders- the parts of their identities are also vague. they feel bits and pieces of themselves ebbing and flowing, and matt and fred have gotten into arguments about it because they struggle to define their identities and they just want to be able to explain themselves to themselves. but you know that often winds up causing friction with the okanagan nations, because whatever issues with identity regarding their indigenous people fred and matt are having. they’ve got it worse, only in a sort of..negative image. like whereas fred and matt feel it on the fringes of themselves, making it so they cant tell where they end and other nations begin, the okanagan nations feel themselves being slowly eroded. none of them want each other to suffer, though, because the okanagan people can be americans and canadians and okanagans all at the same time.

this also applies with the american border with mexico, seeing as there’s some areas in the southwestern us where spanish is spoken more than english. when he’s down there, freddie finds it easier to communicate than when he’s speaking english. chicano is his language just as much as english is- he just sort of became able to speak it when the west was colonized, and he already knew spanish for business purposes, so there ya go. there are some issues with that though because the spanish in the west is primarily from mexico and central america, whereas the east is more from the caribbean- like how miami has a large cuban minority. so he’s got a weird sort of chicano english too, because it’s no longer “pure” chicano. pure is a very loose term there because there is of course variation within southwestern chicano speakers. angelinos don’t have the same chicano as nuevomexicanos. anyway i think he’d get it mixed up with spanish proper or spanglish a lot because of the similar phonetic rules. i’m not sure about any indigenous tribes who have land that straddles the us-mexico border, but that’s probably not alfred’s biggest worry with That Border. actually no i think he might purposefully talk in an aggressively chicano dialect whenever someone in the government wants to talk to him about the ice concentration camps. like he usually doesn’t try that hard to keep the wrong language out of his mouth but he will go Full Chicano, just to make them uncomfortable and to try to get the point across that he can literally feel the physical pain of the people trapped at the border in those camps. but this also causes some tension with the countries of origins of those people, seeing as they can also feel that pain. there’s quite a lot of discourse between america, mexico, guatemala, honduras, and el salvador about that, because none of them quite know what to do. they argue again about whose pain it is and how they should, as nation personifications, deal with it.

another thing that he struggles with where matt is concerned is with his indigenous languages. the languages of his northernmost people are the most at risk and endangered, and some are actually in the process of dying. he hates that, because as much as he wants to act like he speaks just SCE and quebecois, he doesn’t. he knows all of his people’s languages, and it makes him feel like he’s losing his identity a little bit when his indigenous languages start fading away. the worst part about this is that he doesn’t even always know it’s happening until the fading feeling kicks in, so sometimes he’ll just make a point of going up to the northwestern territories and try to hang out with the oldest inuit people he can find to try and have a chat. and it’s ROUGH communicating at first but when he can get back into it he feels more solid and defined. i think this isn’t unique to him, and that the other countries in the americas do this too, but bc of the way civil rights work in canada, it’s a little different for him. because indigenous canadians are recognized as a certain class of citizen, indigenous canadian governments have a collective legal bargaining power and could theoretically ask for legal protections from the ottowa government for their languages. however, this doesn’t apply to the northwest territories, so that’s why matt goes there specifically to talk to old ass indigenous people. their languages aren’t protected legally in the same way that french and quebecois are, so he sort of takes it upon himself as mr canada to do preserve the languages and history. it’s especially sad when a language dies out forever, because then he’s one of very few people who still speak it and if he wants anyone else to know about it he’d have to teach them. but since the language is dead, there’s no one for him to get help from. the people who once spoke it are gone or use other languages now, and it’s all very weight of the world on his shoulders. i think this makes him very sad, because of the weirdly smug left wing anti-american nature of canadian nationalism. like he understands exactly the sort of pressure freddie is under but also has a cultural pressure to not say anything about it or even offer to help.

this is also why he has the most boring and basic idiolect out of perhaps the entire anglosphere- even arthur has a distinct posh dialect that he uses most of the time. matthew talks like a textbook. a very polite and anxious textbook, but a textbook all the same. and matthew williams actually kind of likes what alfred jones has going on, but canada doesn’t. canada fell into british hands after the end of the 7yr war, which happened to be the war that sparked the american revolution (speaking of which the ages for america and canada make no goddamn sense, ask me about it if you want more detailed thoughts). loyalists fled to canada, and developed a superiority complex around the idea that they weren’t ungrateful. then it was about how they weren’t slave owners- which isn’t entirely true- and in the present day, even in hetalia canon, canadians often define themselves in relation to america. that is, they are better than americans because of xyz political thing. right now, to quote the anime, it’s “our free healthcare and lack of gun crime, eh.” this also poses some difficulties for canada in terms of culture, though, because if that much of their national pride comes from being better than america, what do they have to make a name for themselves? for anglo canadians, that’s a more complicated question. for quebeckers, it’s that the’re not anglo canadians. but quebec is also annoying as fuck and canada actually has nightmares about there being a successful secession movement there, so. i don’t know what the average anglo canadian thinks of quebec seeing as im not an average anglo canadian, but i do know that i hate their accents so now matt does too, although he will respect their right to have their language protected by the ottowa government (because quebec, that’s why).

anyway i do have one last thought and that’s that nobody will ever really know america or canada like they know each other. they struggle with a lot of the same issues regarding language, but america has just sort of given up. in some ways, matt’s jealous of him, and in others he’s so glad he’s not the united states. but they do understand each other a lot as the anglo americans, and as some of the number one destinations for immigration out of the entire world. so yeah, i dont have any specific strong conclusion ot this post, but would absolutely love to hear your thoughts about languages in the americas! shit’s wack in this neck of the woods my dudes.

oh actually one last thing. i think america and canada struggle a bit with their identities because they dont fit into any one specific group, linguistically or otherwise. they feel a bit isolated from the rest of the world specifically due to the intensity of the melting pot effect, and even within their own countries sometimes. people will be like oh you’re too white or you’re too black or you’re too dine or too much whatever other culture, so they often feel isolated from that stuff because they are all of those things, and have a deep connection with all of it. anyway they’ll always be there for each other

#hhh this is Long #good job if you read all that its just pure unfiltered thoughts about the anglo americans #anyway sorry if the stuff about indigenous languages was weird or wrong #i have family who are dine so i tried to echo what they've told me about their relationships with that aspect of their heritage #as white passing dine latinos #but also just thinking about how fucking painful it must be to be a country #like my heart really goes out to them #specifically these lads #just because of the treatment of minorities within their borders..like how in the us you have so called patriots who are violently racist #im not sure how exactly i think stuff like domestic genocide or ethnic cleansing works in hetalia #but i think it might be analogous to self harm #idk #anyway enjoy this #hetalia #hws #hws america #hws canada #hws mexico #sort of #hws languages #this took..way too long to write but eh i enjoyed it #ceros posting

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jjaeong · 3 years

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The Heiress, & The Twelve. Act I.

Episode I: For I Am, Who I Think I Am Not.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: Twelve girls are bound by a string of fate, with the priority of keeping a completely clueless girl alive who was unaware of the responsibility that would soon fall upon her shoulders. In which Y/L/N Y/N was the Heiress to a first ranking Mafia Family, and had to live in complete secrecy until the day of her return.

Heels clicked against the marbled tiles, a short haired woman adorned a simple white blouse with a plain black tie and a shining green gemstone pin, fitted dress pants, and a matching pair of boots made her way through the silence of the halls. Soon reaching the large mahogany doors that almost reached the ceiling, the woman didn't hesitate to push the doors open and pause in the middle of the spacious room. She bowed before announcing her arrival to the gray haired man that stood by the tall windows, back facing her as his eyes scanned the garden beyond the glass of his quarters.

"I've arrived, boss." the man inhaled deeply, raising a hand to signal the woman to be at ease and so she straightened back to her height, side-eyeing the machinery that surrounded the king sized bed, and dressers that were once filled with family portraits—now occupied by numerous paraphernalia for various medication. The sharp-eyed woman clenched her jaw, studying the man who kept his back turned to her yet she could almost hear his contemplation out loud.

It's gotten worse.

"Do you need me to call for the doctor, sir? I can ask Vivi to take charge until I've finished the task."

"No, I specifically called you for a reason, Haseul." the man turned his head slightly, just enough to make sure that he could see the young woman through his peripheral vision who was patiently awaiting for orders. His heart clenched as only for a moment, the sight of her reminded him of a younger version of herself, one that he had once found in the streets doing errands for another Family to make sure that she comes home with enough coins to feed a child that could barely even formulate a word—stating that she had found the child the abandoned, wandering the streets alone—to which the young girl then decided to claim as her own sister.

The old man then asked if they wanted to work for him instead, and with Haseul's dim eyes shining brightly at the offer—a wary expression quickly cast on her small, rugged features, stating that they'll be chased by those whom gave her orders. Soon enough, the old man took care of it himself, and the two scrawny children that sat in the dining hall with the boss were shoving their meals down their throats as if their lives depended on it—but the old man didn't mind, lips pulled up into a small smile as he sipped on his wine.

"How is your sister? She's doing well, I hope." Haseul's eyes stayed glued on the back of the boss' head, feeling slightly distressed at how it seemed as if the usual dismissive and busy man had time to even ask for such easily answered questions.

"She is, sir. She's attending classes at this very moment."

"I've been reminiscing the times where she'd barge in the meeting room with the loudest greeting.." the man chuckled to himself, sighing without noticing the pained expression that had now set on Haseul's face as she swallowed thickly.

"She's living well with the other five, but I'll make sure to ask her to drop by sometime.."

"And.. Yves?" Haseul's eyes snapped back to the boss, watching as he finally turned to face her with a distant look in his eyes.

"Sir—"

"I need to know if she's taking care of her." as he moved to take a seat, the old man slightly staggered—making Haseul reflexively take a step towards him but he quickly placed a hand on his desk, regaining his balance with a frustrated look on his face.

"Is she being taken care of?" Haseul could only nod in reply when he looked back at her, she could see the internal struggle that had been building up in his aged features as he slowly lowered himself on his chair. Inhaling deeply as he finally sat in peace, leaned back, staring across the room blankly.

"It won't be long until she comes home," the old man's eyes set on a picture frame that stood tall on his desk where the image of the familiar face of his eldest son, his wife and a baby girl smiling happily back at him, "will I ever be able to meet her? My own granddaughter.."

"Is that why you called for me?" Haseul dared to ask just when the boss started to look solemn, but though the boss was as strict as any boss can be—he was never unkind to those of which he raised as his own.

He did however, looked at Haseul displeasingly as if he's wasn't dying and this was just another day where the old man slightly questions if the girl really did grow up under his supervision.

"No, I have an order only I can give you—and I alone." and so the old man started speaking, pulling out a document from a drawer under his desk and laying it out on the surface for Haseul to read. As she read what had been written on the parchment, she felt her heart drop as she stared down at the contents—her own body practically refusing to listen her boss speak any further, vision blurring while the old man continued to tell her exactly what would be her final order from him. Haseul was numb the second she had left her boss' quarters, stiffly making her way down the hall with nothing but agony and dread washing over her as everything slowly sank in. If it wasn't for Vivi's arms that had quickly caught her once she'd rounded the corner, the short-haired woman would've broke down alone on the empty hall—but there they sat on the ground, Haseul's heartbreaking sobs echoing through the silence, Vivi's hushed whispers and protective arms wrapped around the girl, Haseul could almost feel the emptiness that was once her reality and had been completed because of the boss' compassion return.

"How long do we have until we come for her?" her eyes continued to stare down blankly at the name engraved on the tombstone, tearing her eyes away from the marble to look at the taller, dark haired woman with distinct sharp features—particularly, the slope of her jawline—that stood behind her. With her arms crossed and craned neck as she eyed Haseul with a focused gaze, the leader could only glance at the tombstone before taking a deep breath and tiredly walking past her to start leading them towards the cars.

"A year."

"A year!? What—she'll be our boss when she's barely through her junior year? What's the difference with just going right now!?" Haseul pinched the bridge of her nose as the other woman leaned over to express her dismay, making her stop on her tracks to look at the taller girl pleadingly.

"It's in the paper, Jinsol. You've all read it, please don't make me repeat the order that I've been assigned to do—if you want to press on this further, take it up with Kahei, please." Jinsol eyed the drained girl infront of her, shaking her head before reaching over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder in attempt to console the older girl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh it's just.. We're defenseless, it doesn't sit right—not having a real boss," Haseul nodded solemnly, failing to meet Jinsol's worried gaze, "it's not fair that he left you with it, even if everyone would catch a bullet for you if you commanded it. Haseul, it's.. Just not right." Jinsol tried her best to empathize with the girl, though lacking the ability of wording it out. However, Haseul felt the sincerity in her tone and just gave her a small smile in reply—already mentally preparing herself for a year of temporary boss until they're finally ready to get you.

"Everything will go as smoothly as it always has, Jinsol. We'll have our boss back before we know it."

"Yo!" you squinted your eyes at the sudden figure blocking you from the view of the sun, the familiar wide smile and crinkled eyes directed at you as she beamed—dare you'd say that though she was blocking the sun from behind her, it was as if she shined even brighter than the source itself.

"Yo.." she let out a hitch-pitched excited squeal before occupying the space next to you on the bleachers, popping open her water bottle as her eyes aimlessly scanned the open field, lingering on the blonde that ran at ease—leading everyone else behind her.

"What 'cha doing?" the girl next to you asked with a melody, leaning over to invade your personal space even further—her nose practically pressing up against your left cheek while you watched the students at the field. Maybe if you were still a freshmen and the older girl smothered you with affection like this as she usually did, you would've been all flustered and stumbling with your words. But it's been years since the school's precious Student Council Vice President—the "Sunshine Goddess" as they've repeatedly called her since she transferred—and "Just-who-even-is-that-girl?" Y/N's dating rumors had died down, the infatuation had subsided and now you were left with the most lovable and affectionate puppy that never missed a day on telling you that she loved you.

Oh what people would give to have Student Council Vice President Kim Jiwoo's love and affection.

"Skipping class." you answered monotonously, hearing a loud gasp coming from Jiwoo who quickly clasped her water bottle shut, rising from her spot to look down at you—completely horrified at your reply. She grabbed you by your hand that was subconsciously picking on the hem of your uniform's coat, making you look back up at her as the girl pouted at you.

"Yah! Ha Y/N, Take your classes more seriously! Do you have any idea what you could be missing in your class right now? What would you do if someone told you to solve calculus or you'll die!?"

"I'll ask if I can call a friend, and I'll see if my Jiwoo-unnie can solve it for me. If she can't—then I guess I'll just die. So much for having an Unnie that's a year level above mine.."

"Y/N!" Jiwoo really did look bothered by your joke, but she looked adorable even in her worried state which made you pull your hands up in surrender.

"I'm not skipping class, we have a substitute teacher for today and he asked us to finish the homework that was given yesterday—I already finished it so I asked if I could leave early and now I'm here."

"Hey! You two! What do you think you're doing up there!?" both your eyes snapped over to a flustered, slightly ragged breathing Kim Jungeun standing by the bottom of the steps, a hands on her hips with her sharp eyes squinted to look at you and Jiwoo through the sunlight. Jiwoo tugged on your hand that she'd been holding onto, shaking it as if to mimic a wave towards the Student Council President who only looked even more irritated than when she squinted her eyes at you two.

"Jungie! Y/N left class early to watch us do PE!"

"And you actually believe her!?" Jungeun shouted from her spot, her volume loud enough for a few of their classmates who were doing laps to glance at the three of you nosily. One student who glanced at you briefly made eye contact with Jiwoo, and you swear the girl was smiling the last time you saw her—but the paling of the students face made you think otherwise. Though when you looked back at Jiwoo, she was smiling warmly at you.

"I said I was sorry, Jungeun-unnie! Will you ever let that go?" you asked the older girl by the bottom of the steps, but she only raised a brow at you before shooting you a disapproving look and letting out a 'tsk', pointing at Jiwoo.

"Enabler! Back in the field, now!"

"But the teacher's not even back yet!"

"If she says twenty laps, then it's twenty! You've only done ten! Maybe if you even tried to stop yourself from being too excited talk to Y/N—you would've already doubled that!" Jungeun pointed at the field behind her, making Jiwoo groan and start mumbling under her breath as she glanced at you before making her way down the bleachers. The blonde president raised her chin as Jiwoo lowered her eyes right back at her, handing her the water bottle before reaching the field and breaking into a full sprint. You watched in awe how she had already reached a few remaining students across the field whom were all tired out of their minds, Jiwoo zoomed past them—eyes practically overflowing with irate.

"You should head home early, I heard it's going to rain heavily today." Jungeun said as she settled on Jiwoo's previous spot next to you, the girl scanning the side of your face—your eyes following Jiwoo around the field. You turned to look at Jungeun just as she popped the bottle open, taking a few mouthfuls of water before screwing it shut to place on the space between the two of you.

"I'm pretty sure that wherever you got that forecast from—is inaccurate," Jungeun reached behind her to pull the band off her ponytail, letting her blonde locks fall loosely on her shoulders as she looked at you with intrigue, "The skies answer to one person, and one person only. And that person's name is Ha Sooyoung."

"Ha Sooyoung? Sooyoung-unnie? Your older sister?" you almost felt offended when Jungeun cackled at the mention of your older sister, until you remembered that the year your sister was just about to graduate—she apparently got close enough with Jungeun and Jiwoo through her final stretch as Student Council President at the time, enough for her to ask the two girls to watch over you as she always had until you could only see each other at home with the older girl being in college.

"She never fails at that, always giving me an umbrella when it actually rains. Ever since we were kids! But today, she didn't give me an umbrella so.. Your forecast is wrong, Unnie."

"That Unnie.. Teaching you all the wrong things in life.." you snorted at the the teasing tone before looking up at the clear blue sky, to which Jungeun did the same.

"But maybe I should, actually. Sooyoung-unnie took a day off from her internship for some reason, maybe we could grab a bite to eat or spend some time together." Jungeun leaned over to bump her shoulder against yours, grinning at you when you gave her a look.

"You're going to be like this with us when we graduate too, aren't you Y/N? You're going to miss our affection~"

"What is this? Unnie! Please not you too!"

"Hey! How dare you two be cute without me!? I'm not taking no for an answer when I come over there and kiss you both!" Jiwoo, who had finally finished running her laps hurriedly ran up the bleachers at the sight of Jungeun's arms wrapped around you as she attempted to land a kiss your cheek. The three of you ended up tangled on the ground, laughing loudly just as the school bell in the background, signalling the dismissal of all classes. Jiwoo and Jungeun headed to the showers as you waited patiently by the entrance of the field, you fiddled with the strap of your backpack that hung on one of your shoulders, eyes stuck on the view of students rustling through the parking lot, watching a few cars start pulling out of the driveway and conversations pass by.

There was one group however, four girls—one of them with striking mint colored hair whom you swore was from the same year level as you, but in another class—stood in the middle of the busy lot, the shortest of the four whom you'd assume was a freshmen, oddly hanging out with a junior and two sophomores, seemed to be in a serious conversation with them. The dark haired girl with the fiercest eyes you've probably laid eyes on in your entire life furrowed her brows at the girl as the mint-haired girl looked just about ready to walk out of the conversation—but the one girl with wavy brown hair seemed to be trying to ease the tension by slowly repeating the same words that the shorter girl had, a wary smile set on her lips as her eyes moved from one girl to another.

And then her eyes landed on you.

You quickly tore your eyes away from the four, acting as if you haven't been watching them the entire time their conversation was slowly getting heated. Just as you were about ready to turn and just wait in front of the shower room, you felt a quick tug on your arm—finding the familiar blinding smile of Jiwoo directed at you as she wrapped her arms around one of your own. But when her eyes seemed to have followed where Jungeun seemed to have went, her smile slowly fell into a thin line which made you look over to Jungeun too, staring at her back as she conversed with the four girls from earlier that you had been caught looking at.

"It's finally time, huh?" Jiwoo mumbled to herself, not noticing that though she practically whispered it—you heard her loud and clear. Whatever it was that Jiwoo was talking about, your inner voice clashed against the feeling in your gut that does not want to know what the older girl meant. Your eyes scanned the four girls that crowded around Jungeun—who's composure looked as collected as ever—when your eyes caught the mint-haired girl's oddly concerned ones and the fury that seemed to radiate from the short-haired girl..

What was going on?

"Who are they?" you asked, the question coming out as a whisper which didn't easily slide by Jiwoo, who's grip slightly loosen around your arm—yet you felt the older girl rest a cheek on your shoulder, squishing them lightly as she eyed the five.

"Good kids, you'll know soon." the way Jiwoo suddenly switched moods made you turn to look at her, the girl just looked up at you from her position just when Jungeun made her way back to you. You and Jiwoo barely even got a reaction from the blonde when she started to head over to her red Tesla on the reserved parking space which was a perk when you were a Student Council President—Jiwoo's parking space as the Student Council Vice President next to hers remained just as empty as the first year she'd been appointed in the position.

Jungeun basically drove for the both of them anyways, and when you suggested to Jiwoo to just rent her spot to profit off of it she refused—stating that she already had someone in mind that could occupy the space. You thought she meant that person to be you, but when you teaser her about it—she had quickly declared that you were never getting a driver's license.

"You'll always have us to drive you around."

It was cute how she said 'us' as if she had a license herself, so you let it slide.

"What did those kids want with you?" Jungeun brought the car to life, glancing at you from the rearview mirror just as you locked your seatbelt on. She quickly followed suit, looking over to Jiwoo who seemed to still struggle with hers no matter how many times a day she had to put it on—but Jungeun wordlessly leaned over to do it herself like always, and gone were Jiwoo's knitted brows of concentration to be replaced by a big beaming smile, ready to embark on a journey of a lifetime.

"We're crashing at yours tonight." you raised a brow at Jungeun's dismissive tone, opening your mouth to ask her what she even meant but Jiwoo turned the music on to squeal loudly when “Colors” by some girl group named “Girl of the Month” boomed through the speakers. The whole ride to your house was just spent with Jiwoo belting out whatever played on the radio, and the combined silence between you and Jungeun—but hers was different, you knew that deep, contemplative look on Jungeun's face only appears every once in a while when you were all hanging out. Usually, the girl wouldn't dare mix her school life with the fun energy she had always seemed to be in whenever it was you three but..

This one felt different.

Even the way Jiwoo suddenly stopped singing when she realized how close you were to the view of your home—hell, even Jiwoo started to fidget on her seat.

"Do you think she remembers me?" Jiwoo looked down at her peach colored backpack in between her matching peach colored chucks, wiggling her feet in a jittery manner until she felt a hand rest on her knee. Jungeun shot her a knowing look, making sure Jiwoo saw her before she faced the road again, nodding firmly.

"I'm sure she does, but that's the last thing on everyone's minds right now."

"Right, yeah—of course! How weird of me." Jiwoo breathed out an awkward laugh before clearing her throat, glancing at your odd look directed towards her before she looked back intently at Jungeun. Jungeun side-eyed the girl, quickly getting flustered by how serious Jiwoo looked.

"I swear to whoever is up there that created this world, if she doesn't get down on one knee with a ring in her hand the moment we step foot in that house when you lock eyes—she's on my hit list."

"Kim Jiwoo! What are you even—"

"She's pretty, you're pretty. She's totally in love with you, you are in love with her even if you act like you're not but it's just because you're a Tsundere and we all love you for that—but I swear, Kim Jungeun I will combust—"

"Who's cars are parked outside my house?" your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of three expensive looking cars that was parked perfectly aligned just outside your garage. The second Jungeun pulls the car to a halt, you scrambled on your seat to unclasp your seat belt before grabbing your bag and pushing the door open. You could hear Jungeun calling for you in the background as you rushed to get inside your house—but not before eyeing the blue, yellow, and green cars that continued to intimidate you—you needed make sure that Sooyoung was okay. You pushed the front door open, racing over to the staircase and completely managing to miss a tall, dark haired woman by the entrance of the living room who lightly tapped on the fish tank—giggling to herself until she heard your heavy footsteps after the front door were rashly pushed open.

You were just about to walk past your room and barge into Sooyoung's when you collided against a figure that emerged from the open door of your own room, making you fall back on the ground with a thud as you stared at what seemed to be a pair of jean-clad knees. A large, yet soft looking hand was quickly outstretched in front of you, the impact had apparently managed to rattle you into silence helped you in taking the strangers hand with no hesitation for them to pull you up from the ground—eyes finally locking into yours.

"Y/N." was the only word she muttered, blinking at you as if she was nothing but a mere husk of the human she was supposed to be. The girl looked just about your age but you couldn't deny that she was way beyond just a simple girl, though the she looked almost robotic—it didn't stop her from scanning your face before eyeing you from head to toe in your shocked state, her mouth formed into an 'o' shape.

Her eyes were very pretty.

"You're very much prettier than the images Jiwoo-unnie sends us." and with that, the girl with the cat-like eyes' gaze softened as her lips pulled into a full smile. You didn't exactly know how to react at her statement, or even at the softest smile you've ever seen in your life—what is this girl even doing here?

And she just mentioned Jiwoo-unnie—what does she have to do with this?

"Kim Hyunjin! Jiwoo-unnie said the boss is—" a lower toned voice called from behind you, only to stop dead on her tracks with her eyes widened in shock.

"Here." the girl named Kim Hyunjin finished, peeking from behind you to grin at the light haired girl. You were almost certain that you had lost all your sense of comprehension, it was as if suddenly these strangers that stood in your halls that drove the expensive looking cars parked outside—looking exactly like those models in magazine covers that a child would want to grow up as, while those of the same age could only feel their innermost insecurities come crashing down on them at the sight—had completely shattered the peace that had once been in your home.

But if these were even Sooyoung's friends—would you even be shocked at the thought of a pretty girl being friends with other pretty girls?

"B-boss." the girl whom you've finally came to the conclusion that had distinctive European features bowed in greeting, you merely blinked at the sudden title that the girl had given you as an airy laugh was released behind you. Hyunjin's laugh then died down, with the girl that stayed in her position in front of you peeking as if awaiting for a signal of some sort.

"I.. No?"

"..No?" she asked in confusion at your attempt in trying to grasp the situation, her light brown hair swayed as she tilted her head at your words—to which you could only flush at before Hyunjin moved past you, grabbing her friend's shoulders with a teasing smile on her lips as she pulled her back to her height.

"She doesn't know yet," Hyunjin told the girl, an embarrassed look settling on her soft features to which she quickly waved her hands around as if to dismiss whatever that encounter was. Hyunjin giggled to then pat the girl's head, looking back at you with a knowing look on her face, "this is Jeon Heejin, my friend—my soul friend! She looks like a puppy doesn't she? I had the same thought the first time i met her—"

"Stop that!" the duo easily slipped into lighthearted bickering, to which you just stood there, watching as bewildered as ever with Hyunjin shaking her head and Heejin's small fists clenched—attempting to look even the slightest bit intimidating—only to look like an adorable child throwing a tantrum. The two quickly wrapped it up when you heard Sooyoung call you from downstairs, which then reminded you of why you rushed into the house in the first place so you slid past the two—making your way back down on the first floor with the duo following behind you, their bickering continues but now hushed as you almost had a heart attack when rounding the corner to find a tall, dark haired woman whom you'd assume was just about as old as Sooyoung, standing by the entrance of the living room.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" the woman merely spared you a glance, looking over to the two whom both nodded in confirmation. The woman looked back at you, almost in pity before she turned to enter the living room herself, not even saying a word to you.

But really, why are these girls in your house resembling every single campus crushes that every student had once seemed to fall for during their academic years?

"Unnie.. What the hell is going on?" you asked just as Sooyoung finally came into view, standing at the other end of the livingroom by one of the tall windows that she always made a point to keep the blinds drawn—but this time, she had them all shut, peeking through them as if to check the surroundings before locking eyes with you, sharp gaze quickly turning soft and her lips easing into what resembled a frown.

"Y/N—"

"Ha Y/N, please, have a seat." a woman your eyes barely passed by once you entered the room had called for your attention, she sat by one of the singular couches that had were supposed to face the television but instead, were all positioned as if in some kind of meeting room. It looked almost exactly like the position was in one of those films where there was a person of strength sitting on one end of the room, a few unoccupied chairs aligned by both sides to reach a specific chair that was meant to be for the person being questioned.

Your eyes watched Sooyoung take the seat between the sharp-eyed woman whom had a pondering look casted on her features as she started at you and the dark haired girl with the sharp jawline who now looked blank, making you break eye contact with the woman at the end of the room to acknowledge the orange-haired other woman that sat by her other side, looking almost serene as she sipped on her tea.

"Where are Kim Lip and Chuu?"

"Waiting for Gowon's team to arrive." the dark haired girl answered the now humming short-haired girl's question, watching as Hyunjin took the seat by your right, followed by Heejin sitting next to the dark haired girl on your left—eyeing everyone in the room before flashing you a small smile.

"Y/N?" the woman called for you attention yet again, an almost hesitant smile on her lips as she motioned for you to the seat in front of you, a few feet away from entirely facing her.

"Please." you swallowed sharply before settling down on the spot she hand kept insisting for you to occupy. Just before she could begin, approaching footsteps made you look up from the faces that were already present in the room, to feel the blood drain from your head down to your toes at the familiar sight of Kim Jungeun—now seated between Hyunjin and the orange-haired woman, adorning a luxurious looking velvet black suit with a blinding red pin contrasting her black tie. The pin had been intricately designed with nothing but red gemstones and a crescent-like symbol in on it's top with a golden silhouette of what resembled an owl in the middle of it.

"..Jungeun?" your friend turned to look up at you, a hint of apology in her eyes before she looked across from her to find the once blank looking member of the group—the woman with the sharp jawline—staring softly at Jungeun before she turned to look back at what you finally decided to point as..

Their Leader.

"Let's begin."

Hello~

I've decided to start my initial plan for this account on this fic. This was a series that had come to mind when I watched a rerun of Hitman Reborn and thought that yeah, mafia au's are pretty chill but the most I've read for the ones with this group was.. Are there even any? If so, I'd love to read them.

But initially, this had always been a reader included idea—almost shifted into a 2jin one (would probably write about as well when I can) but that would be a different universe compared to this one. And that plot would be fixed along with a handful of different groups but as I've said—I hope I can write it when I can.

This is only act one, probably.. made up of three acts? Twelve episodes each? When I finish the series, I'd probably make one shots of this universe—so many plans with such a short amount of time~

The plot would progress as it goes, minor ideas would make its way into major plots—nothing is of certain, who you would end up with is indefinite, the lore will be laid.. But the uncertainty that comes with this, when it will actually finish or just disappear into the drafts after five episodes or so..

I cannot guarantee even my own attachment to the plot, but it played well in my mind when I thought about it and so here I am. Though Congratulations on stumbling upon this fic, and I apologize if you ever become as immersed as I am with this.

Laters,

JJ.

> ovc: MUPLY (191108)

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Lascivious

Choi San

Friday, March 6, 2016 || 11:30:09 a.m

"Come on Rosé! The dress looks fine, what's the problem?" San called out annoyingly from behind the velvet red curtains of the Chanel fitting rooms. The strong scent of perfumes filling his nose and the cold atmosphere of the luxurious store kept him company as he waited for his youngest sister to emerge from the fiiting room.

"Look! The bow, it's huge!" Curtains pulling back revealing Rosé in a tule baby pink dress, small floweres stitched on the ends of the skirt for a more luxurious look. San made his way towards her investigating what the problem was before finding nothing. "It look's fine, you can always have someone remove it.”

Rosé let a sigh out in defeat, a pop noise being made by her baby pink lips before nodding in response and disappearing behind the velvet curtains yet again, the clanking of her heels echoed through San's head.

12:22:03 p.m

"Rosé,honey did you get the dress?" The sweet voice of their mother was heard before even receiving a greetings. As much as San cared for his mother, she's been getting on his nerves lately, it wasn't just him that has confessed this, his older brother Seonghwa, and older sister Joy have admitted to the woman reaching their final strings.

Rolling his eye's, San made his way out of the two's conversation and up the large staircase of the owned mansion, located in the country side of New York, far from the loud and chaotic environment of the city, well, that's how San's father would describe it if asked. "It's full of street rat's and non-rich people, especially Brooklyn!"

Especially Brooklyn, he'd always say something about that place. If the six would ever go shopping together, he'd alway's remind them to not go to Brooklyn. Why ? Because they were to good for that crummy place.

"She's in her Rosé mood today, wouldn't bother if I were you." The sudden cocky tone of his sister Joy walking down the stairs, heels clanking up against the wooden steps and a smirk on her face.

"What's up with you?" Eye's rolling yet again as a look of annoyance appeared. If is mother was in her Rosé mood, then his sister was in her One Night Stand mood and he did not like her One Night Stand mood one bit. "Let me guess, you're gonna go get a good fuck out of Jaehyun?"

"Fuck Off San!" Her cocky tone was immediately traded for an embarrassed one, San on the other hand enjoyed watching the smirk get whipped of her overly confident face she wore to proudly. It's not like she was anything anyways, to many night's with sex equals to much confidence in her head.

"You're the one who's going to get fucked, not me" San replied, a loud laugh escaping his pink plump lips before he rushed up the remaining of the stairs and hid in his bedroom, closing the heavy whte wood door, shutting away all his family problems.

"Gosh I fucking hate it here" A loud sigh was thrown into the room's lonesome atmosphere. Placing his own shopping bags by his bed as he headed towards the balcony doors for some fresh air, it helped calm the nerves his family brought.

From having to hide every time one of his father's job request betrayed him, to his alcoholic mother abusing nobody else but him and his sister Chaeyoung, and now, Joy constantly bringing men over for the night. "Just this once, I swear!" were her words she had completely broken to her five other siblings.

"I hate this family. . .well." He whispered to himself the same little sentence he lived by everyday. It wasn't all of his family to be exact, Rosé was ok cause all she does is modeling, she's probably the only child his mother ever had that didn't sign trade there good and perfect life to live an eternal mafia one, and he thanked her for that.

She's to weak and caring for all the murder and blood covered money, modeling was more calmer which kept her away from the house. Hyunjin was ok, along with Seonghwa. All they ever did was get dragged into the whole "It's just family business, nothing will happen to you" bullshit of an excuse from their father.

"I'm just trying to leave this stupid house and move into the city, maybe even brooklyn!" San remember's laughing along with Seonghwa when he had mentioned moving to the exact place his father told him to stay away from, "He wouldn't bother looking for me there, I might just take you and Hyunjin with me but we just have to find somewhere to go."

"San, lunch is ready if you want to come and eat." A knock on the door was followed by the sound of Chaeyoung's voice behind it. A loud groan was heard, he wasn't in the mood for dealing with his parent's nor Joy's cocky attitude at the moment.

"Fuck off!" He yelled to the empty room as if someone was there to hear his cries for help.

01:12:05 p.m

"San honey, how was your day?" The drunken woman asked from the other end of the table, silver fork distantly poking at him while the butter knife weakly layed in her other hand. Seonghwa sparing small glares through the corners of his brown eye's, the brown eye's every one of them shared but his held more of a softer appearance, like as if he was grasping onto the last bit of his sanity.

"Why do you ask? It's not like you care anyways." A scoff coming from his brother's who immediately took it back with clearing their throats, taking a sip from whatever was poured into his glass. "Excuse you son, do not speak to your mother like that." The sudden chilling, cold blooded voice of his father was enough to unfortunately put him back in his place.

He didn't bother apologizing, why should he? His mother didn't deserve his apology, they deserved an apology from them, for ruining their own children's lives, for constantly having those sleepless night's in fear of some backstabbing assistant breaks in and kills one of them.

One thing's for sure, he grew a bit closer to his siblings, being the third oldest didn't come with any benefits besides being caught in between his mother's beatings along with Chaeyoung who was the fourth born.

"Speaking with you now, I have a job for you, San and you too, Seonghwa." Both looking up from their lunch plates to meet the devilish look in the old man's eye's, enough to know what was going to happen.

"A job?" Seonghwa questioned, annoyed little tone laced into his words directed to the man. "Will you give us a moment?" With that, San and Seonghwa watched the rest of their siblings and drunk mother exit the dining room, the maid walking in moment's after to pick up the plates.

"What's this job you speak of, father?" San asked, he felt his hands begin to shake. Fiddling with the silver rings covering his fingers as he awaits for the news nervously, "I need you two, to kill someone for me."

The sound of the heavy silver ring hitting the surface of the floor echoed throughout the room, the room went silent that if you were able to, you'd hear the two males heartbeat increase when their father asked of that. "Y-you what?" Seonghwa spoke, the once annoyed voice was replaced with a rather furious one.

"Kill someone?" San repeated the words that still managed to send chills down his spine. It wasn't San's or Seonghwa's first time, there hands have been covered in more blood than their father's they were practically swimming in it, they've gotten used to it unfortunately. Late hour's, returning home with more trauma on their shoulders with the horrific screams still embedded into their ears.

But just because they've gotten used to it doesn't mean they like it, having to jab a knife or shoot someone was one of the worst experiences of San's life. There were day's were him and Seonghwa would think of running off when they'd have job's far from home but remembered the promise.

"We're running away, the three of us. I don't care if Rosé doesn't want to go or Chae tries to stop us, no! It's only going to be us three, ok?"

The promise that they agreed to not leave without Hyunjin who wasn't assigned to this job. "Who is it this time?" The eldest son rolled his eyes, arm's crossed above his waist. "His name, Im Changkyun. The son of one of the biggest drug dealing businesses, his father was murdered three year's ago and gave everything in his name to that no good son of his."

The manilla folder slapped against the table, "This contains all the information you need to know, from his birthday to the last spot he was seen at. Do not mess this up. . .or that joke of a son won't be the only one with a bullet through his skull."

San felt as if his blood fross, his body covered in goosebumps and his heart took a pause before being dragged out of the room by Seonghwa and led into the other's bedroom. Locking the door shut, Seonghwa paced around with his hands tangled up in between the black hair.

The room fell silent, the older male stopped pacing around, "I have a plan." Suddenly walking towards the tv to turn it off, powering off his cellphone while asking San to do the same, not taking any chances of his father listening into their conversation.

Seonghwa let out a deep sigh before beginning, "Our parents are getting on our final nerves, San. . .we have to get rid of them."

"What do you mean get rid of them?" In this life style, there were two meanings of the words "get rid of them", one being sending them off on some lovely one way vacation so they never comeback, kicking them out of the house even, and two "Get rid of them" He said gesturing him slighting his throat.

Kill Them

"Hwa -"

"We can't do this ourselves though, we need everyone in on this." The sohnd of the tailor made shoes hitting the floor towards the door until San stopped him. "And if one snitches us out, and by one i mean Joy? Then what?"

It was true that oldest sister of the three had a tendency of "accidentally" snitching out their plans such as when they tried running away. "Oh i'm sorry, did i say that out loud?" would be her overused excuse.

"We kill them to? Only fair isn't it?" Such nauseating words said by such a light hearted and sweet person only made San realize he wasn't joking, it was all serious and he had to take it seriously or they all die.

"True." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders before walking out with his brother, he must've known exactly where they were at finding all of them sitting in the living room, "We need to talk." He whispered in hopes to not be heard.

But how wouldn't he? The house was only so quiet you can hear someone's heartbeat. A look of concern was plastered onto their faces but proceeded to follow them back into Seonghwa's room.

It was almost as if they had been planning to do so as well if they didn't hesitate to agree, it didn't even faze them at the words "Were getting rid of them." almost like they were waiting for the last two members of the family to agree with it.

"Took you two long enough to come with that conclusion, don't you think?" Joy replied fixing the black leather gloves that hid her hands perfectly. "We could've gotten rid of them day's ago if you didn't take so long."

"Don't start complaining or i'll back out of it."

Letting out an annoyed sigh before placing her hands on the side's of her sparkly gold Chanel dress, "So whats the plan?"

: THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER :

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