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DAMAGE 💔 [II]

➻ Pairing - Reader x Chanyeol

➻ Genre - Mafia!AU | Status - Ongoing 🌊

➻ Word Count - 6k | ➻ Damage m.list

➻ Rating - (M)

This contains mature content. 18+ only

(WARNINGS - mentions of gun violence, killings, explicit sex)

Summary - Wild, reckless, nefarious– he had all the flaws to convince you he wasn’t the one. Yet, here you were completely drawn towards him even though you knew somewhere along the line that the damage could be fatal.

➻ Chapter Two

Your feet were planted on the warm floor of his room as you took a glance outside the window. The cold morning air hitting your face as your fingers brushed lightly along the sore flesh of your skin where he had marked you up last night. Gentle streaks of the rising sun were peeking through the scattered clouds. The sky gleamed in perfect purple, pink and golden hues. You stood idly watching the silhouettes that adorned the cityscape, admiring the view. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It felt safe and so calming.

“This apartment is huge,” you spoke over your shoulder softly as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Chanyeol walks over to you from his bedside, a smirk forming on his lips. “You like it?” he asks you enveloping his strong arms around your small frame. Your back hitting his chest as he nuzzles into your neck, the contact making your skin tingle because he had no shirt on.

“I like you,” you tell him turning around in his cozy embrace to capture his pink lips with yours. He smiles into the kiss, taking the opportunity to slip his hands underneath and giving your boobs a good squeeze. He merely couldn’t resist since you were standing there in nothing but his shirt alone. You grip his arms, gently stroking and trailing your fingers along his tattoos as he continues to fondle your breasts. You ask him, “how are you guys able to afford this place?” while your hands explore the nape of his neck.

“We have our ways,” he hums against your lips as his thumb brushes over your sensitive bud. “Yeol!” you playfully smack his chest. Huffing, he pulls away from you, skimming his fingers down your sides and planting his huge hands on both ends of your hips.

“It’s Eunwoo’s,” he finally blurts out.

“So, you live here for free?” you curiously arch your eyebrows and continue shooting a bunch of questions at him. “Black Pearl belongs to him too right?”.

Chanyeol smiles at you, “you ask too many questions”. He lurches forward and snuggles into your neck again, this time he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Is that a bad thing?” you pout nudging at him.

“There’s a lot…that– you need to know baby,” he pauses in between words as he struggles to support himself. He stumbles a little, his height although complemented well with yours, his feet were clumsy. “Chanyeol..you’re hea–vy,” you gasp as he puts all of his weight on you. He quickly pulls back with a worried look on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m so sorry, I–”.

“I’m okay. Gosh. You’re such a puppy,” you giggle at him. “Your puppy,” he cups your face giving you an eskimo kiss, booping his nose with yours. You run your fingers through his hair as your eyes meet again, the affection burning within you as you adore and comfort each other in the 7 am light.

“You hungry?” you ask him in your soft voice pecking him on the lips. You could hear his stomach growl. “After all the fucking we’ve done,” he smirks “you bet I am”. He takes the moment to spank your ass. “Stop spanking me!” you chide at him. “What if I don’t?” this time he squeezes both your cheeks eliciting another satisfied moan from you.

“This is–,” he continues kneading your ass, “like the best breakfast ever”. Chanyeol grins. “SHUT UP!” you push him away and head out of his room and start pacing towards the kitchen.

“What the fuck?!”.

Sehun startles you. Gaping at you with a bowl of cereal in hands. “Not surprised,” Minseok speaks leaning against the refrigerator. If it weren’t for Chanyeol’s oversized shirts for covering you up properly, things could have turned out so extremely awkward. You quietly curse under your breath for walking out of the room like you owned the placed.

Chanyeol emerges from behind you, basking in his shirtless form with a smug look on his face, “mornin’, fuckers!”. He starts stretching his arms flexing his muscles in front of the guys when you suddenly hear Baekhyun making lewd sounds from the couch.

“MMMMHHMM LOEEEY–”.

“HARDER LOEEEY, OOOOH YES.”

Baekhyun mocks both you and Chanyeol, “you guys up all night to get lucky or what?“.

Chanyeol glowers at him, “you of all don’t get to talk, Byun Baekhyun”. He storms towards Baekhyun to hustle him, of course. But this time, Baekhyun makes Chanyeol chase him from one room to the other making them both look extremely idiotic.

“Here we go again,” you exhale heavily throwing your hands over your face covering it.

[ 12:57 pm ] Task Force HQ

The panels’ eyes were all fixed on the screen. Exclusively engrossed as Kyungsoo briefly covered the details of the case to the taskforce, slide after slide. Jongin was seated by the edge of the table, tapping the keys of his laptop, seriously feeding in the data.

“This isn’t the matter of Incheon alone,” Kyungsoo stresses on his words. “We’re working along with the SMPA and soon we’ll narrow down the suspects”.

“So far,” he points his hand towards the screen. “We may have found our lead”. Close-ups of a gang by the Han River appear one by one and zoom in on one particular suspect. “Zhang Yixing,” Kyungsoo draws everyone’s attention to the name. “An important suspect for the killings in Area 94. He works under Jongdae who currently according to what we have managed to gather in our records– is that he is not in Seoul”. He paces back and forth in front of the screen, elaborating with his hands. The light from the projector flickers on him highlighting his square features. “Jongdae’s whereabouts are unknown as of now. This may be our only chance to get proper evidence against him”.

“It’d be best if we all cooperate in handling this,” Kyungsoo folds his arms against his chest before finishing his words. “These are underhand dealings and you are required to be very alert”.

“Any questions?” he asks the taskforce.

Kim Woosung submits the reports they collected on behalf of the SMPA. “In Area 94 last Friday, we held this boy with a gun”. Kyungsoo gravely pays attention to Woosung as he unfolds what had happened. “There was this girl too”. There’s a glint of malice in his eyes as he recollects the encounter. “I believe we must find the girl”. A crooked smile forms on his lips. “She might know something.” Jongin sighs rolling his eyes as Woosung keeps stretching his report far longer than it was required.

“That’ll be all Woosung,” Kyungsoo interrupts him suddenly. “Jongin and I will take it from here. You’re off the case until next week”.

“But, Chief?!–” Woosung’s voice falters. “There’s no need to pay attention to unnecessary details,” Kyungsoo rebukes. “The time we have is limited”. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes to stress his point. “Alright, gentleman, Jongin and I will be heading to Incheon, now”. He concludes. “For any major leads, contact us immediately”. He directs the team before walking out. Jongin rushes following Kyungsoo out of the conference room, his hands full.

“Allready found her didn’t you?” he asks as he slips the laptop and the files into his briefcase. Kyungsoo remains silent throughout their walk towards the parking lot.

Once they get in the car, Kyungsoo taps his finger on the steering wheel and turns towards Jongin with a rigid expression on his face. “Wrong place at the wrong time”. He shakes his head. “Y/N,” Kyungsoo takes her name. He then turns the key to start the engine.

“What did you get yourself into?”

[ 02:27 pm ] Black Pearl

After driving for what seemed like an hour, they arrive at Incheon. Kyungsoo pulls over to a curb near the crossing just so he can park closer to Black Pearl. His eyes grow dark like he had a glint of purpose. His intentions seemed perfectly clear. At the end of the day, this was his job. He didn’t really have a choice. “Stay here,” he tells Jongin as he fixes his hair in the mirror. “You know the drill”.

“Affirmative,” replies Jongin.

The dry afternoon air hits him as he gets out of the car. It was quiet, not much buzz except for the sound of the traffic trailing by. She’s probably just arrived for her shift, Kyungsoo wonders as he steps into the café. To much of his predicted notion, he was right. There were barely any customers, about three tables were engaged, which meant things were working in his favor, at least for the moment.

He finds her by the counter arranging something. She looked pretty, glowing in fact. Her hair was tied up in a high pony and she was dressed in a tight pastel pink shirt and dark jeans. His polished shoes reflect under the light falling from the huge glass as he heads towards the counter and greets her in his soft deep voice.

“Hello again”.

Y/N peeks up from the platform to take a look. The sweet scent of roasted coffee beans fills the space between them as their eyes meet. It takes her a moment to realize it’s the same man from last night. The one dressed in the perfectly ironed black suit who had tipped her the hundred dollar bill.

“Oh hi, welcome back!” she gives him a welcoming smile. “Please, take a seat”.Kyungsoo suavely sits himself on the stool. She hastily fixes her hair and her apron. His glossy dark hair reflects under the light drawing her attention when he shifts to rest his arms on the platform. “I would like what I had yesterday,” he tells her. His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, “you must remember, right?”.

“Of course! I remember,” she answers. Her voice jitters as she paces around the counter. “Forgive me for never asking what your name is,” he expresses. “What’s your name?” he asks looking at her in anticipation.

“Oh that’s fine,” she blushes. “It’s Y/N”.

“That’s a pretty name,” Kyungsoo combs through his dark locks, giving her his signature heart shaped smile. “Thank you,” she gets flattered and surprised by how ridiculously nice he was being to her.

However, a part of her was also very tense. She remembered Baekhyun had told them that this guy was an FBI agent and she feared he was probably here to interrogate her about Friday. She tries to distract herself and presses the button of the machine to grind the coffee.

“You’re alone?” Kyungsoo asks looking around the cafe. He leans back in the stool studying the metal door behind her. “Yup! All by myself,” she answers focusing all her attention towards brewing the espresso shots. After minutes of inner panicking and preparing, she serves the Café Latte to him.

Kyungsoo holds the beverage, fingers skimming along the porcelain of the cup as he fixes his eyes on her. She wavers under his gaze when he finally breaks the silence by asking her again.

“How long have you been working here?”.

“It’s my third week here,” she answers.

“Ah, so you’re new here?“ he asks parting his lips before taking his first sip of the latte. “I am– actually,” she stutters to form her words but musters the courage to get straight to the point.

“Officer … are you here… to arrest me?”.

Kyungsoo’s narrows his gaze back on her, surprised by her sudden query. “No, why?” he asks as she nervously fiddles with her apron with a grim look on her face. “Wait, who told you about me?” he quirks an eyebrow scanning her critically watching her falter in her speech. His eyes spark curiously. “My friend told me you were in the news,” her voice croaks. “And last Friday night, I was held by an officer and I–”.

“Y/N,” he gives her a soft smile, “I already know what has happened”.

“Relax, I’m only here to ask a few questions”.

“More importantly,” he raises his cup. “For the Café Latte, actually,” he grins this time to show how much he’s actually liking the beverage. “Oh thank god! I thought you were going to take me in for running away,” she gasps bending her knees frantically. “That officer made me really uncomfortable,” she shakes her head in contempt. Kyungsoo finds her actions adorable as she continues to tell him about what had happened.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of him,” he looks up at her from his cup as he takes another sip. “Thank you so much, officer,” she thanks him heaving a sigh of relief.

“Call me Kyungsoo, please”.

He rests his hand on top of hers, which were super soft at touch. A little comforting but very awkward. She quickly draws her hand away. Her heart flutters alarmingly for a moment or two, she shrugs silently to herself for letting it slip. She laughs it off nervously as a goofy grin forms on his lips. The energy fluctuates between the two with every passing minute further making her a little hazy. He had an intimidating personality, a little mysterious too but something intriguing about him had caught her attention, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

They exchange nervous glances at each other as he finishes the rest of his drink. “Well, I had a great time with you today,” Kyungsoo tells her as he gets down the stool. They exchange bows before he begins to leave. She watches him walk out of the cafe when he stops to turn around, face beaming brightly with his heart shaped smile, only to say…

“I’ll be back again tomorrow, Y/N”.

Neon lights flickered in the background as trails of smoke decorated the dense air of the dark room. Taehyung tapped the end of his cigarette before taking a long puff and exhaling, making the room smoggier.

He wasn’t alone.

His men were scattered across the room, right behind him, the only difference was they were a lot fewer than there was on Friday. He eyed Baekhyun and Chanyeol who both sat next to Yixing and the others with an antsy look on his face.

“I don’t understand you, motherfuckers,” Taehyung spits glaring at Junmyeon. “You clear my area of this bastard,” he curses at Yixing and then reaches for his revolver on the table. “To stab me in the back the very next week?”.

“Gotta play fair,” he scoffs as he loads bullets into his gun.

Yixing chuckles nonchalantly, “you amuse me”. He gets up from his seat and offers Taehyung his part of the deal. “Look, let’s not drag this any further”.

“Join us,” Yixing cocks his head to one side.

Taehyung shrugs in revulsion. Instead, he suddenly gets up from the couch and fixes his gun on Yixing spiting in his direction, “fuck you”.

“The nerve of you to come to my area,” Taehyung warns “and dictate terms to me?”. He looked extremely displeased. He was tired of all the games and it seemed like he wasn’t going to accept the deal despite the profits he was being promised.

Just as he’s about to pull the trigger Chanyeol suddenly takes his revolver out and shoots directly at the light fixtures behind Taehyung, shocking and distracting everyone.

“Jeez, ya’ll talk too much”.

Chanyeol charges at Taehyung in a split of a second, knocking his elbow and making the revolver drop out of Taehyung’s hands. Chanyeol then starts kicking him into the ground. Baekhyun lurches forward to stop him but Yixing orders him not to. Immediately, both the gangs take guard holding each other at gunpoint. Sehun and Junmyeon firmly fix their aim at Taehyung’s men while Chanyeol continues kicking the shit out of Taehyung.

“Sorry man,” Chanyeol grunts as he spits at Taehyung kicking him in the stomach before punching him directly in the face, nearly knocking his tooth out, “I really didn’t want this”.

“But looks like,” he kicks him one more time in the face. “I’ve got no choice,” Chanyeol kicks the revolver away from Taehyung’s reach and points his own gun at him and turns towards Yixing.

Taehyung scowls at Chanyeol with a bloody face, “you’ll pay for this”.

“Finish him.” Yixing commands.

Chanyeol remorselessly fires bullets at Taehyung killing him without another word. What ensued after was complete chaos. Wild flickering of lights and blood trailing on the floor. Bullets with shreds of glass and brick flying everywhere. Sehun and Junmyeon relentlessly fire at the men shooting at them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol join the two to finish them off. The fight goes on for another forty minutes before they all gather in the middle. They all stand in a daze amidst the murky smokey room. Chanyeol kicks the floor in annoyance.

Yixing nods in approval.

“Impressive,” he pats Chanyeol on his back. “Good thing I didn’t kill you the other night”. He smirks, “you come in real handy”.

“Get your nasty hands off me,” Chanyeol warns him with a scowl on his face.

Junmyeon alerts everyone, “boys, let’s leave before things get messy”. Sehun laughs, “hyung it’s already a mess in here”.

“No. Junmyeon’s right,” Chanyeol says in his exasperated voice. “The FBI’s involved now”.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here”.

You sat by the window alone in the café after attending the last few customers. Baekhyun had told you to lock Black Pearl after closing tonight since they had business to do elsewhere. You didn’t really ask the details but somewhere along the line, you wondered where they had gone to.

Even though you knew that the café belonged to Eunwoo it somehow surprised you when Chanyeol told you in the morning that the apartment was his too. Maybe the boys had gone to meet up with him?

You clearly didn’t know much about Eunwoo either. All you knew was that he wasn’t in Seoul. You heard Minseok say he was majoring in Economics at some university in Tokyo. But if the boys really had plans on going to Japan, they would let you know.

You quietly hummed to yourself in boredom. Waiting until it was 10 pm so you could head home. All you could think of was Chanyeol, his strong scent, his never ending kisses and his perfectly sculpted body pressed against yours, engulfing you in his warmth.

You wanted to be with him.

You remembered how he growled into your ear and marked your body with his teeth. How he made your body quiver in pleasure. Your fingers slowly reached for the hickey he gave you, still fresh and sore, you could feel yourself get wet as you pictured him, fucking you on the very table you sat right now. You wanted him to fill you up as you writhed under him screaming his name and letting him know how good it felt to have him inside you and stretch you out like this.

You were so eager for his touch but he wasn’t there. Your impatience was growing so you quickly reached for your phone to call him.

Unanswered.

You try again a bunch of times, he still doesn’t answer. So you leave him a text message hoping that maybe he’ll see it.

[ 09:56 pm ]

loey, where are you? babygirl needs her daddy.

It was almost closing time so you picked yourself up from the table and dragged your feet to the counter to turn the machines and the monitors off. You checked if everything was in place. It was a lot of work but you didn’t really mind. You switched all the lights off and soon after you were done locking everything, you grabbed your stuff and walked out the back door.

You checked your phone to see if Chanyeol had replied but it turns out he didn’t. You get a little mad but tell yourself to calm down as you begin walking along the sidewalk to catch your bus near the crossing.

As you continued walking you could hear the sound of a car. You didn’t really bother to turn around and check just to be sure. You kept heading in the direction of the crossing. Suddenly you grew very aware that the car wasn’t driving past you and was actually slowly trailing behind you. Just last week you were being interrogated and even though Kyungsoo had told you that nobody was going to bother you anymore, you feared if it was that creepy agent again.

You started scurrying towards the turning when you heard the car honk at you. Panic coursed through your body and your steps began to falter. Two more honks followed but you kept walking hurriedly without stopping, not even for a moment, it was when you heard your phone ring, your stumbled, almost crashing your shoulder into a street lamp.

You cursed as you quickly reached for your phone in your bag, still trying to keep your pace intact. When you saw the screen, your face lit up to see his name, you quickly answered it without wasting another second.

“Chanyeol, where the fuck are you?!–”.

“Babe”.

Another honk.

“It’s me”

“Look behind you,” his husky voice chirps through the phone.

You peek over your shoulder and find him in the driving seat of a G-Wagon flashing you his white teeth in a wide cheeky grin. You clench your fists and charge towards him.

You punch his chest as soon as he gets out of the huge ass car. You wince in pain as he chuckles and pulls you into his body, squeezing you into a hug like you were a plushy. You were his plushy, there was no denying in that, of course.

“Hey, babygirl” he bites his lip looking into your eyes.

“Did you miss me?” He puckers his lips to get his kiss from you but you just punch him in the stomach and cuss at him.

“Fuck you!”.

“Jesus woman! It hurts!” Chanyeol groans in pain.

“Oh yeah? I could hurt you more.“ You chide as you run out of breath. “For not answering my calls”. You take a long deep breath before continuing, “ for stalking me like a creep!”. “For scaring the shit out of me you big jerk”.

“I hate you so much–”.

He cuts you off by devouring you, smothering your lips with his. Not allowing you a single chance to draw away from him further making you frustrated. His hands travel upward flat against your sides and to your chest, his fingers ghosting over your mounds, rubbing circles just like how he did in the morning. You slowly find your composure as his tongue swirls against yours sensually. "Shhhh…“ he hushes you down sweeping his thumb over your bottom lip.

"I’m here now”.

“What took you so long?!” You pout at him nuzzling your head against his muscular frame. Your hands explore his back as you snuggle yourself into him.

“I missed you”.

He tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face bringing it up to his for a soft kiss. He continues feathering kisses along your neck, soothing the hickeys he gave you with his delicate pecks. You suddenly become aware you’re still on the sidewalk and before someone tells you two to get a room, you eye the Mercedes.

Next thing you’re pushing him into the backseat. To your surprise, there was plenty of room in his car, he was tall as heck but still there was space for you to move around easily and as you straddled him and raked your fingers through his dark hair pulling at the strands, you really wanted to get at him for some obscure reason.

You take the moment to get your delicate hands on his wrists, slowly pinning them above his head. “What are you doing?” Chanyeol’s deep voice rasps with excitement as you grab for your coat with your other hand, picking it up and revealing the scarf underneath. You reach for the fabric and fasten it around his wrists, tying him in place. His eyes spark up as you start pulling his pants down, he was already growing, you could easily tell from the tent forming in his boxers.

“I’m going to play with you tonight” you purr into his ear. His breath hitches as you nibble along his earlobe. His hands were tied, all he could do was let you have your way and you were relishing every ounce of it. “I still have my shirt on babygirl,” he smirks, “and, I’m all tied up”. He pretends like he’s struggling making you giggle.

“Stop being so dramatic!” you cup his face and bite his bottom lip to which he responds, “says the feisty one”. He tries yanking his arms forward to do what he loves doing the most but to no avail, he couldn’t spank you, the giant puppy was all tied up.

“Ah I see,” he inhales. “It all makes sense now baby”.

You surprise him by fastening the seat belt around him. “Oh-kay?” he mumbles with a confused stare. You secure him in all ways you could with the remaining belts.

“Mhmm all set,” you lick your lips as you get on your knees wantonly and reach for his waistband. He watches you with lust filled eyes as you pull his member out. The red tip oozing with clear precum, you bring your lips closer to the head and draw your tongue along his shaft with teasing kitten licks. You watch him quiver as you start bobbing your head up and down his delicious length.

The sweet and salty taste fills your tongue along with his erratic breathing like it’s music to your ears. He suddenly jerks his hips up into your mouth, making you gag, cursing and saying it was involuntary. The seatbelt saved you from having a reflex, otherwise you know he’s enormous.

“Look what you do to me, Y/N” Chanyeol grunts as you continuing sucking his cock. “Fuck, I can’t—”. He jerks again, you draw away from his manhood and bore your eyes into his as you pump his length with your right hand.

“Daddy,” you coo in a sexy voice, “you look so good all tied up”. You pick yourself up slowly and run your index along his sharp jawline. “I want to sit on your dick”. You purr again into his ear, “can I?”.

“You needn’t even ask, princess” Chanyeol throws his head back, his wrists still pinned above his head, his face a flushing red. It turned you on that you had so much power over him. It wasn’t only you, he was hard too, ready to feel your walls clench around his length. You quickly get out of your jeans and your panties. His devilish grin returns to his face as he exhales through his teeth when you straddle him again slowly.

Your thumbs play with his ears. “Your ears are so pink baby boy,” you bite your lip as you watch his grin soften. “Daddy or baby boy?” he smirks, urging you to decide as he tilts his head to one side like a puppy.

“Baby daddy,” You lay your palms against his chest and lean forward to give him a sweet long peck. You shift slightly and feel his dick brushing against your clit. “I wish I could touch you right now,” Chanyeol whines as you start grinding yourself on him. You bring your fingers to his plump lips, brushing over them, commanding him to suck on them. He listens to you and when he takes your two fingers into his mouth, you sink yourself down his length, allowing him to stretch your cunt out.

“Mmhm fuck–,” Chanyeol moans against your fingers, his chest rumbles as you start riding him. “Ride me baby,” he sucks your forefinger with a loud pop. You feel his head brushing over sweet spot making you moan his name out loud, you melt against him, sex with Chanyeol wasn’t just fiery, it had you wanting to scream from the top of your lungs. He just made you feel that good, he fit you so perfectly. You support yourself on his shoulders as your hips snap against his cock sending you both in a frenzy.

“I wish I could blindfold you Loey,” you clench around him with your words and you suddenly feel him jerk against you again, cursing loudly as he spills his warm seed inside of you. “Fuck, fuck– oh god,” he growls wildly jolting back and forth, the seatbelt restraining him from moving. You stop riding him and reach for your sensitive bundle of nerves, within seconds you find your own release and come undone on his cock making your cum mix together. You feel him soften inside you and you reach for the freckle on his nose to kiss. You unstrap the scarf around his wrists, releasing his arms. He groans lightly in pain as he stretches them and then he smiles at you with a hazy look on his face.

“I love you,“ you hear him whisper as he starts caressing your back. You blush at his words and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you too”. You whisper back to him as you massage his arms. You stay in his arms all snuggled up against his chest for some time. When he finally brings his hands to your ass again, before he gets to his antics you warn him.

“No spanking!”.

He chuckles at you and pinches your butt instead making you jump. “What the fuck, Chanyeol?!”.

“About that blindfolding”.

“You were saying?” he pulls you back onto his lap with a smirk with his huge hands. “No”. You deny immediately to which he starts peppering rough kisses into your collar bone. You try pushing him away but he’s a stubborn fucker, a strong one at that.

“You’re unbelievable,” you groan as you manage to draw yourself away and facepalm at your boyfriend’s actions.

His hand rests on your left thigh as he drives you back to your apartment. You tell him about your day at the cafe and how Kyungsoo had shown up again. Chanyeol’s expression grows coarse. He looked like he was trying to suppress something. You ask him about his day and he doesn’t answer, his eyes stay focused on the road.

“We made out under this very street lamp”. He instead distracts you pointing outside towards the road, giving you squinty eyed grin. “Where were you?” you push him again this time as you start getting suspicious. “It’s not important” he pauses. Making it clear he wasn’t interested in answering that particular question of yours.

“Chanyeol”.

“What?”.

He continues looking into the road. “Did you meet Eunwoo?” you knew it wasn’t necessary to ask but he had gone without answering your calls and replying to your texts. You felt like you deserved to know what was going on.

He stops the car. “Your apartment is here”.

“Chanyeol, I need you to answer,” you stubbornly fold your arms.

(Chanyeol knew she wouldn’t understand. He just couldn’t explain to her what Black Pearl was up to or what their history was or his history to be exact.

With each passing day he grew protective of her and he wanted to keep her away from his business as much as possible.

Right now she wasn’t helping him with her unwanted interrogation.)

“I’ll tell you later,” he takes your hand to his lips, kissing it and holding it closer to his chest. “Please, trust me?”. His gaze softens on you making you realize that you went a little too far with your dumb query. “I do. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to” you choke on your words.

“It’s all right,” he smiles kissing the back of your hand again. You lean towards him for a kiss which he returns warmly. As you get down and start walking to your apartment you turn to look at him in the driving seat, he’s watching you intently with a soft smile. After going upstairs you look down from your window, he’s still waiting for you and as soon as he sees you, he’s waving and sending you a flying kiss making your heart flutter. You wave back at him before he begins to drive away.

You suddenly hear your phone beep.

[ 12:14 am ] Loey

wear that skirt again tomorrow for me? I have something planned for you babygirl.

Chanyeol might have made it seem like he was driving away from her apartment, he wasn’t.

The look on his face was stern. His brows were knitted together and his jaw had tightened as he observed in the rear view that he wasn’t alone. He could see a dark figure behind a bush by the bus stop. He parked the car near a grey building before getting out. It hardly took him time to sprint through the alleys to reach the stop, to find out who had been following him. Upon reaching the square, he realizes who it had been all along.

“I knew I would see you again”, the man speaks in a spiteful tone.

“Knew you had something do with that girl”, the malicious grin returns to his face. “Girlfriend, perhaps?”.

"Stay the fuck away from her,” Chanyeol warns him clenching his teeth together. Giving him a possessive glare. “Or what?” Kim Woosung laughs maniacally. “I think I’m going to keep her for myself”.

“You fucking bastard!” Chanyeol draws his gun out. Making the two hold each other at gunpoint. “So, are you going to turn this gun in as well?” Woosung scoffs. “Officer,” Chanyeol clicks his tongue “you do realize I can use bullets without having to answer the SMPA, right?”. A smirk curls up on his face, "while you have to give answers for every fucking bullet you use”.

“If you shoot me right now, a mere civilian,” Chanyeol sniggers “you’re in for some big trouble”. Woosung’s face contorts like he wasn’t pleased to hear what Chanyeol had just told him. The simple rules the police had to follow unless they had orders from the higher authorities. “You have no power here. Go home”. Chanyeol gives him a hysterical grin. “Come back when you have more evidence”. Chanyeol watches Woosung as he lowers his gun and walks back to his car without another word.

“Y/N is mine and I’ll fucking tear you apart if you touch her”.

His voice is deep and hoarse as he cautions him. Woosung responds by stopping the car next to Chanyeol and pulling his glass down, “I’ll make sure to get you behind bars soon”. With that he accelerates away.

Chanyeol spits on the ground as he watches the car drive away from him. He turns around to see two familiar faces standing behind him. He watches them with vexation in his eyes as the shorter of the two speaks.

“Long time no see, Chanyeol”.

Chanyeol tightly shuts his eyes, a thin line forming on his lips.

“What do you want, Kyungsoo?”.

◄ Chapter One | ✎ Masterlist

(a/n) – maya is so sorry! I know I said I will update it on the 6th but thank you for waiting ♡ this took longer than I expected. Had some personal stuff going on but anyway, I worked really hard on this, tried to fix my errors and I think it’s better than the first chapter? I am so sorry if you like Taehyung sweetie asjdjhghdj~ Let me know how you felt about this chapter, it really encourages me to work harder. I hope you enjoyed reading it! Please look forward to Chapter Three! Thank you ♡

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