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piratewithvigor · 3 years

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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revengeoftheantichrist · 3 years

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Anti-Christ Superstar

Warnings: Drug use

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Chapter 1: She’s with the band

Friday night in Camden was bad. Friday night in Camden behind the bar was worse. Tonight, was hell, you were sure the devil invented this job to torment people. Your bar was a club and music venue for all things alternative. And tonight, you were graced with the presence of the new-ish kids on the scene. Satanic Panic had taken the alternative world by storm. They were on their second world tour, for their album ‘Fire and Reign’. They were playing your venue tonight and the place was jam packed. You didn’t even know you had the capacity for all these people, but here you were, taking order after order. You weren’t surprised at the turnout. The atmosphere of the room truly was electric, and you had felt it once before. You remembered seeing them for their Hawthorne tour at Leeds festival a few years ago, when they were fresh faced and very new to the scene. The way they managed to control the crowd of the smaller stage was quite magical, better than some of the bands that played the main stage. You weren’t surprised at their success; the music was good and the whole band was eye candy for people of all ages. However, you wished they would go be successful somewhere else, not in the place you worked, a venue what you thought was far too small for them now. You were just about to take a new order, before the manager pulled you back. “Y/N come with me,” he said, pulling you to the backstage area, you could barely hear him over the loud music and people. “Everything okay?”, you asked. “well…” he hesitated, “How goods your bass skills?” he finished. You gave him a confused look, “what the fuck are you on about?” He let out a sight. “Look, the bassist for the band just dropped out last minute, they clocked your bass in the locker room and asked if you could play decent… I said yes and they need you ready for stage in like… 15 minutes,” he said, looking at his watch. “Josh! My bass is pink and sparkly it’s not gonna fit the aesthetic and were flooded with thirsty people out there,” you whisper-shouted. “Okay great! You’ll play then,” he said, looking more giddy than necessary. Before you could shout at him, a velvety voice interrupted you. “So, is this our replacement for tonight?” You turned to look at the source, Michael Langdon, lead guitar and vocals. The face of the band. His perfect eyebrow was raised as his baby blues looked you up and down, sizing you up to see if you were fit for the task. Your manager spoke, “Yeah, this is Y/N just give her the instructions and she’ll do fine, I’m off to cover her shift now, have fun,” he waved at you before almost skipping to take over your post. You were left alone with Michael, at a loss for words. “C’mon, lets go, we have a concert to play,” he grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with him. You couldn’t believe this, you though you might be hallucinating, the heat of the venue getting to you. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to snap a picture, to prove to yourself and your friends that this night really did happen. Michael was too busy barking orders to the side to notice the picture had been taken. You finally got to where the other two bandmembers were standing. They looked up from their conversation and smiled at you. “The pink bass yours?” asked the blonde on, this was Xavier, the drummer of the band, his little cross earring glimmered at every concert. Upon a closer look you realised the cross was inverted. How very on brand. You nodded in reply, still trying to come to terms with the situation. “Oh cool, we’ve never played with a girl before, you better be good,” the brunet laughed. This was Duncan, the other guitarist. He had the good boy gone bad vibe to him, a rebel from a prim and proper family. You looked and him and pointed to your nose, “nose is a bit crusty there,” you said. Duncan laughed and wiped the white powder, sniffling a little, “thanks”. “Are you all quite finished?” interrupted Michael, looking annoyed at the interactions. The rest of the band just rolled their eyes. “10 MINUTES!” someone shouted. “Am I getting paid for this by the way?” you asked, not wanting your talents and time to go unrewarded, you were here to work after all. “Of course,” Michael snapped, “We have 10 Minutes before we get on there and we’ve never been late, here’s the set list, I’m sure you’ve heard our shit before if your working in a place like this,” Michael shoved a piece of paper in your hands. “shouldn’t be too hard to keep up, now, this is Rin,” he pointed to a blonde woman, “She’s the techie that’s gonna get you set up. Other than that, just follow my lead and stand on the right side of the stage,” he finished. That was a lot of information to process at once. “I’m Y/N by the way,” you finally introduced yourself to everyone, while holding your hand out to Rin. The support act was coming off stage as Rin gave you a quick rundown and set you up. You had worked here for months and yet there was still so little you knew about the stage. She told you exactly where to stand and where not to stand due to pyrotechnics. All you could do was nod, the reality of what you had been roped into hadn’t hit you yet. You were pulled away by Michaels death grip, it was time to go on. You took a deep breath, the nerves beginning to hit you. Michael was adjusting his leather trousers. Duncan was making sure his docs were tied tightly, not having a repeat of the last tour where he tripped over the laces and fell face first into the crowd. Xavier stood next to you, he noticed the look on your face and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Hey, look, its gonna be fine. You know deep down inside how talented you are, otherwise, you would have run for the hills. This is a really weird situation so just give it all you got okay,” he gave you a little pep talk. “Thanks, I really needed that,” you smiled, patting the hand that was on your shoulder. “Can the pair of you please shut the fuck up, were going on now,” Michael snipped. “Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning,” you snapped back, not appreciating the attitude boy wonder was giving you. He opened his mouth to speak, but the lights lit up the stage and the crowd started to go insane, ready for the band to come out. You tried to control the nausea you were feeling, walking to your designated section of the stage. The crowd was massive but thankfully, all eyes were on Michael. You pulled the strap of your bass on, adjusting it so it would be comfortable for a long night of playing. You didn’t even know if you had the stamina for it. Michael had stopped talking to the crowd and Xavier started on the drumbeat. You looked back at your friends at the bar, your manger giving you a thumbs up. You began to strum in time with Xavier, setting the beat for the song. You thanked your lucky stars that you had just removed your acrylics a few hours ago. Michael’s and Duncan’s guitars came in, completing the intro to the song. Michael’s voice finally joined in. It was as if the room had immediately been put in a trance. You had been on the other side of the feeling before, being on stage with it was almost the same. Instead, it felt like your fingers were playing on their own, separate from the rest of you. You closed your eyes and embraced the feeling, letting the music and Michael’s voice control you. You opened your eyes and were met by Michael’s intense gaze, you just smiled at him, before looking back to the crowd and winking at your friend in the crowd. You still felt Michael’s eyes on you. The lights transitioned, indicating the song change. Michael and Duncan were back to back, in their competitive duet piece in the song. The crowd was going crazy at the performance. You looked back at Xavier and grinned at each other; you were surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself. Time seemed to fly, before you knew it you had played the final song of the set. You were finally out of your daze and got a good look of the room around you. Everything seemed so much brighter on stage. Duncan came over and gave you a high-five. “Thank you, London,” Michael began, “It’s been great performing for you all tonight. I want to say a huge thank you to Y/N over here for filling last minute, we wouldn’t have been able to perform without her,” he said, gesturing to you. A sudden shyness hit you, hearing the crowd cheer for you. You smiled and waved, giving them a little bow. The band finished with their messages, before walking off stage to a cheering crowd. “Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself. “There’s no god here,” Michael whispered in your ear. “Personal space Langdon,” you replied, glaring at him. A short woman with dark hair walked towards you. “This is Ms. Meade, our manager,” introduced Duncan. You held you had for her to shake, “Y/N”. She shook your hand, “the people on social media are loving you, you know that? We haven’t had this much of a positive response to a bassist since the one a few years ago. What was his name again? …. Eh, I can’t remember,” she shrugged. “This is so surreal,” you said to yourself, lightly patting you hot cheeks. “I need a spliff after this.” “Ask and ye shall receive,” Xav said, holding a rolled one out at you. You smiled and took it, “you are My favourite person on planet earth right now Xav,” you said, bringing out your lighter. You walked out to the smoking area, chatting away with Xavier about the strange day you were having. You heard Duncan snicker behind you, not knowing he was laughing at the death glare Michael was giving Xavier. Xavier and you scrolled through the twitter and Instagram tags of the concert. Meade was right, you seemed to be getting a lot of attention on there. You DM’s were blowing up too, from friends, family and total strangers on the internet. Within a span of a few hours, crazy fans had found your social media and followed you everywhere. If you hadn’t had been stoned, maybe you would have panicked a little at the sudden attention. But that was a problem for sober you. You went back inside to, Meade, your manager and the boys having a heated conversation. “Ah, Y/N so nice of you to join us,” said your manager. Meade just rolled her eyes, interrupting him before he could go any further. “Look, I’m gonna cut right to it kid. The people love you and we don’t have a bassist for the rest of the tour. You’ll be fully paid and accommodated for. If you don’t like it, Josh over here says your free to come back here any time. We’ll even throw in your own bus for you. How’s that sound?” You brain barely processed what she said. They wanted you permanently, your mouth was gaping like fish. “C- can I read the contract at least?” you asked. She shrugged and pulled out a wad of paper, it had to be thicker than the bible, your eyes widened. “Is there a TL;DR version of that?” “Nope,” they all said in unison. “We need to know by tonight, we leave for Europe on Monday, so you have Saturday and Sunday to pack and tie up any loose ends if you choose to do so,” she said. You looked around the room at the band members. Duncan and Xavier looked happy to have you, grinning at you. Michael however had a sour look on his as face, as if your very existence was offensive to him. You smiled to yourself, the thought of you just being near him and irritating him for a few months was enough to convince you. Getting on his nerves was already becoming a favourite pastime of yours. “Pen?” you held out you hand. Meade handing you heavy and expensive looking black pen. You signed your name onto the contract in blood red ink, not looking at the contents of the contract. “Welcome aboard Y/N, you’re officially a member of Satanic Panic.”

#my writing #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #AS1

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megbox · 3 years

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2020 Year in Review

Previous Posts: (2019) (2018) (2017) (2016) (2015) (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011)

2020 is a weird year because as the world goes through something collectively extremely traumatic and that is radically changing the structure of our lives, our workplaces, the way we connect socially, our mental health… our response to disease…. SO MUCH ABOUT THE WORLD…. And yet the day-to-day of living in a pandemic is so… mundane. I am privileged enough to have that opinion. I have stayed securely employed and it is privilege for my main reaction to something as intense as this pandemic to be boredom. But really, 2020 was a year of absences. It was a year spent largely alone, in my own company. It was a year that forced me to rest. It was a year that made me feel so terribly lonely but also forced me to get acquainted with myself and enjoy my own company in a new way. And it was a year of running.

I would also like to thank Connor for making this post happen by reminding me to do it and not to break tradition.

January & February

I am combining these months because they were not altogether all that memorable. My resolutions, as I noted on Twitter on January 2, were to 1) Keep running and 2) Learn how to make fresh pasta dough. I can safely say – mission accomplished on both fronts.

On January 14, I had the privilege of presenting a suicide intervention lecture to students at the medical school where my brother goes. By that time, I’d done a million of these presentations so nerves aren’t really a factor (imagine that! Me, no longer remotely afraid of public speaking…), but this one meant a little extra to me. My brother is so highly accomplished, and I am so proud of him, and I enjoyed having an opportunity to show him what I do and make him proud of me. I wore my favourite dress and did my hair all nice and he described it later as “exceptional.” It was a really, really good feeling. The first weekend of February, Ali and I had planned to go to Jasper. We wanted to go for a hike or two, and get super stoned and go to the planetarium. A huge blizzard hit Alberta just before we were supposed to leave, so we ended up having a staycation here in Calgary. We rented a hotel room, went swimming, drank wine, went to Japanese Village, had drinks in the lounge and then later to a punk rock band roulette night at the Palomino and finally crawled into our giant hotel bed and fell asleep to Remember the Titans… of all movies. It was the kind of night where you simultaneously feel 18 and 35 years old.

March

March was when the pandemic really started to become real. I don’t know exactly why, but I did not take the threat of coronavirus very seriously until the last minute. My coworkers would whisper about it in the hallways and I just rolled my eyes. But then, people started deciding they would work from home, the number of us in the office dwindled. The vibe was bad. Nobody could really focus. They held meetings at 8am and 4pm every day just for COVID-19 updates and we all waited with bated breath for them to finally tell us to go home and not come back. I really feel like I didn’t acknowledge the true implications of this virus until we got the official work from home order, and I had to tell my boss, my laptop at home is too old to run this software, I need a work tablet. My first official work from home day was March 23, 2020. I don’t remember much about that time except that the general sense of panic and anxiety made my job a lot busier, and it is hard to do a job like mine from home because it is hard to counsel or reassure clients through anxieties that are hitting you just as hard. I coped with wine, a lot of running, and listening to Ben Gibbard’s afternoon live streams where he would play acoustic versions of Death Cab songs and other covers. He played New Slang by the Shins one night and I burst into tears. I also coped with teaching myself how to make fresh pasta dough, and enjoying what was, at that point in the pandemic, the novelty and fun of Zoom.

April

In the absence of being able to have a party for my birthday, I decided to be obnoxious and do a “challenge” on my Instagram story. I asked my friends to record a distance run and/or walked and send it to me as a birthday present. My actual birthday ended up being a cold and windy and pretty miserable day. I ran 12km myself, came back home and watched both Magic Mike and Magic Mike XXL, and then went to my parents’ to celebrate both Scott and I’s birthdays with our family. My friends dropped off presents to my door and drove past my house and honked and I felt very loved and appreciated. I drank a lot of Prosecco with my brother and we listened to Kacey Musgraves.

It was also in April that I become “acquainted” with my neighborhood running nemesis. I put acquainted in apostrophes because I have never actually spoken to him. On one fateful run in April, I happened to catch up to him on my regular route. This was at the height of the COVID fear and so, while I would usually just pass someone on the sidewalk, I went out into the street. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and SPED UP. WHICH IS SUCH BAD RUNNER ETIQUETTE LIKE DUDE I’M IN THE ROAD LET ME PASS YOU. And then we ended up in this like, all-out 100m-finals-at-the-motherfucking-Olympics sprint challenge when all I was trying to do was go for a leisurely training run. And then I finally passed him, turned a corner and had to like collapse on to my hands and knees to catch my breath. Since then, I see this man running all the time. Sometimes while I am also running, sometimes from my car when I am driving through my neighborhood. He’s like… 16. And we are very competitive with one another. I hope to one day actually say hello to him. I both hate that guy and have to thank him for the motivation.

I ran my first half marathon on April 13, 2020. I was very hungover because I had stayed up quite late with someone on Zoom the night before on a virtual “first date” that had gone much better than anticipated. I don’t know why but I woke up the next morning in such a good mood that I decided I would go for a long, slow run. I got to 18km and figured, what’s 3.1 more? And so, I did it. The first thing I did upon finishing was call my mom. The second thing I did was contemplate calling an Uber to drive me the 2km left to my house. The other notable thing in April is that Maddy moved back from Australia, begrudgingly and a LOT earlier than planned, because of COVID.

May

May was kind of a blur. It was the first month of the Great Virtual Race Across Tennessee, which I signed up for while coming off of the high of actually running a half marathon all by myself. The GVRAT was fucking awesome. It was created by Lazarus Lake, of Barkley Marathons fame. The ask is to run 1022.68km between May 1 and August 31, an average of about 8.3km per day. Well, you could run, walk, or hike. This is the actual distance it would take you to cover the state of Tennessee. Myself and about 20,000 other weirdos from around the world signed up for this challenge. I figured I would never get a chance to run in a Lazarus Lake race for real, and being home all the time opened up a lot more opportunity for training. It was one of the very best things I did for myself in 2020. So May involved a lot of running, because I was fresh and naïve and fully intended to be ahead of the curve. I was running about 10-12 per day, sometimes more, and not taking any rest days.

In between these runs, I spent a lot of time going on long, ambling quarantine walks with Maddy. We would either go for a long walk or she would come over and we would get absolutely hammered in my backyard playing beer pong just to pass the time. We would send snapchats to our exes and make TikToks like 18 year olds. I know we never really said it out loud but having eachother during this time made these months bearable. We were lamenting the loss of a summer, and Maddy’s time in Australia, and all of the expectations we had for ourselves. We were watching our friends in relationships move in together or get closer due to the quarantine. We needed companionship, and stupid things to laugh about, and love, and distraction. And I can genuinely say I would not have gotten through this quarantine period if it weren’t for the nights I spent shooting Pink Whitney and dancing to Party in the USA in my living room with her.

May 13th was my one year anniversary of working at the university. It felt good to have accomplished so many things in that time, and have moved up already in my job, and to have a full-time, permanent contract.

And May 16th was when I ran my second half-marathon as part of a virtual challenge put on by a friend of a friend. My parents came and sat in lawn chairs in the park while I did loops. They cheered me on and filled my water bottle for me when I ran out. They’re my number one supporters and I love having a family that does that kind of shit for me in the face of something arbitrary like a virtual half marathon challenge. I knocked 7 minutes (!) off my original time. Amazing what not being hungover can do for your fitness levels.

June

I don’t remember many important things about June, other than Maddy moving to Banff. It was depressing but I was also happy for her and happy to have an excuse to go out there and visit. I went the very first weekend after she moved. Halfway through June I seriously contemplated quitting the GVRAT. My shins were bruised, I was dreading every single run, and I could not fathom doing it for 2.5 more months. I was dragging behind in the standings and losing my motivation.

I spent a lot of time with friends reading in parks. Sometimes, often, with wine. I met a stranger in Canmore Park and ended up kissing him. He was lovely.

Ali and I had one really good day in June where we went to the Farmer’s Market and then came back to her place and watched Ru Paul’s drag race for like eight straight hours. It was one of those days where we hadn’t seen each other in so long and you just feel totally high off of friendship and absolutely everything is funny and you just can’t stop laughing. I vividly remember it as one of the best days of the year.

July

Again, July kind of passed in a blur. I did a lot of hiking, and a lot of running… keeping up with the GVRAT. I hiked Picklejar Lakes, Castle Mountain, Little Beehive Lookout.

I went to Banff for a weekend to hang out with Maddy. We had a predictably wild weekend with her roommates and friends. We had dinner at Chili’s (hell yeah) and then went to High Rollers for beers and bowling. The “thing to do” at that point for all of these Banff people was to meet at the “rec grounds” aka public firepits and drink. The police would generally leave you alone so long as you weren’t being rowdy. I sat next to an Australian named Josh at a picnic table and later took him back to my hotel room and he gave me the world’s most unbelievable obvious hickey. Maddy and I sweat out the tequila shots the next day with a long ass hike, and then had a nap before her brother came and took us climbing at the Sunshine slabs – an activity I was not very good at but I wanted to be good at. It was the kind of weekend where you feel like, okay, I definitely indulged my wild side. And you drive home just like totally exhausted but smiling. I sent Maddy’s brother a voice note on my way into town thanking him for taking us climbing and saying it was nice to see him.

August

Okay – August was actually really eventful. Like most of the year’s events happened in August, honestly. A lot of running and hiking. I did Ha Ling Peak for the first time, and we did a 30km hike to Aylmer Pass one day that was a fricken GRIND. I spent the long weekend in Saskatchewan. We went to a cidery, and I ran laps around my Dodo’s acreage, and then we got to visit Wakaw Lake and reunite with our old next-door neighbours. We took the boat out and went tubing and lit fireworks and had an amazing dinner and honestly it was like reliving my childhood in the best, best, best way. I fell asleep on the car ride home.

I went camping with Ali in Sylvan Lake. We got ice cream and cooked fish tacos over the campfire. She told me that Cody had a date planned for the day they took possession of their house, that she wondered if he might ask her to marry him but didn’t want to get her hopes up in case it didn’t happen and ruin what otherwise was supposed to be a celebratory day. Spoiler – he did ask her to marry him  I was running when she called me. I was listening to Epsilon by Kygo, and now when I hear that song I always think of them. I stopped my watch and just openly bawled on the street out of happiness for them.

Steven successfully defended his master’s thesis. We went camping in Waterton to celebrate with Matt, Kennedy, Regan, Scott, and Rie. They brought cake. We did a sunrise hike. I slept in the back of my Ford Escape.

On August 27, Ollie passed away. It was both expected and unexpected. He had been having some issues with seizures. The vet didn’t think it was anything to be too concerned about, he was old and it wasn’t uncommon for them to happen. It happened suddenly. I had a terrible sleep that night, and woke up in a cold sweat somewhere between 3 and 4 am. In the morning, my mom called me and told me the news. He had a giant seizure in the night and was crying and yelping. They woke up and took him to the emergency vet, they made the executive call to put him down to prevent any further suffering. He died right around the time I woke up in the middle of the night. I like to think that was his way of saying goodbye, maybe. I cried all day. Well, let’s be honest, I cried all week. I burst into tears at the mere thought of him. He was such a good and lovely dog. He was so loved by us. He had a good life. It is always sad when we lose pets so early. They bring so much joy to our lives, and still when I go to my parents’ place the first thing I want to do is call for him or pet him. I hope he is running around in whatever the pet afterlife is. I miss him.

And on August 31, I ran my last kilometre of the GVRAT. I finished with 733.78 run, 83.18 hiked, and 205.09 walked.

September

September was a nice break from running. I got to start coming to campus one day a week, on Thursdays, which was good for my mental health and work productivity. I got to spend September long in Vernon with Maeghan and Madison at Michael’s family’s cabin. They took us boating and made us meals and didn’t judge us for drinking margaritas with Michael’s sister literally all day. It was the best. It was the epitome of every summer weekend you dream about. I was so happy I got to go.

I met a boy in September. It’s always September, isn’t it? It feels weird to write about him. Like, that makes him significant. But. He is significant. And I met him in September. And it was unexpected. Last minute. And essentially not a day has gone by since that day in September that I have not thought about him.

I also joined a Calgary Sport and Social Club team with my friends for softball and it started in September. We played two games and then I tore my hamstring running from second to third base. I tore… my hamstring…. Running like 30 metres…. After a summer of literally running 10+ km every day. I… it was the worst day ever. Softball itself was amazing and so fun even though I really do suck at the sport but highly recommend Rec League C-level beer league softball with all of your best friends. There’s just no way that isn’t fun.

October

A lot of pouting about my hamstring, I went to two physio sessions and then decided to just start running again. I’m bad. I’m a bad example. Don’t do what I do… but also…. It worked.

I went to Victoria to visit Sydney over the Thanksgiving weekend. We went to a Thanskgiving potluck party at my old coworker’s place. It was a nice experience to be the new people at a party, to have a room full of new people to meet and who ask you questions about your life. We got really drunk and they tried setting Sydney up with one of their roommate’s brothers, and gave us lipstick to try, and poured us tequila shots. We had such an amazing meal. It was honestly so fun. We laughed in the cab the whole way back about how we were going to need to debrief that evening HARD the next morning. We watched a lot of All Gas No Brakes, and went for dinner and brunch and I limped up Mount Doug with my hamstring. It was a very very chill weekend, like we spent a lot of time just lounging at Sydney’s apartment and doing nothing. Because that is the kind of friends we are. It was so relaxing and lovely. I was sad to leave.

Karla, my roommate, left for New York at the end of October. Her aunt was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and she and her mom made the executive move to go there to basically be with her for the end of her life. She wasn’t going to be back until December. I was happy, because it’s nice to have a place to myself, but also sad because Karla is lovely and I knew it was going to be a stressful situation for her.

November / December

I am combining these two months because they have also been largely uneventful. In fact… I don’t know if I could really tell you anything significant that happened. We’ve been in a lockdown. I’ve spent my time playing piano, watching Netflix, listening to podcasts, basically doing all of the things I usually do when I’m bored. Lots of Among Us. Lots of outdoor things… skating… more running. We’ve been in a lockdown since early December. Time has dragged on since then. I spent Christmas with my parents. Scott and Rie stayed isolated, because Scott is in and out of the hospital for school. My mom and I watched shitty Christmas Hallmark movies and made fun of the guys who star in them. We drank a LOT on Christmas Eve and both spent Christmas with a wicked hangover. My dad and I ate edibles and I was launched into the stratosphere. I spent New Year’s Eve with Boy from September. We played beer pong, and card games, and he tried to use a coat hangover to pick the lock on the mysterious room that my landlord keeps locked. We spent most of the night kissing, honestly. I was happy to spend the last moments of the year with him.

2021:

Honestly... at this point... who really knows?

#year in review #text #personal #2020

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Danger - Yandere!Criminal!Taemin X Reader

Yandere AU - Based off of Taemin’s Danger and this writing prompt

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Taemin X Reader

Words: 10,125

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Heyyo! I’m really happy with the way this one turned out, and I'm super excited for you all to read it! It turned out pretty darker than my other Taemin Yandere AU, so I do hope you enjoy it! I know this isn’t the update you guys were expecting to come first, but I do really hope you like it. I do not believe Taemin would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the song, prompt, and archetype. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

A sigh leaves your lips as you trudge your way down the street to make it to your job on time. Everyone you know always complains about how hard Monday mornings can be, but if they asked you, Friday mornings are the worst. Always the day before the weekend; making you just want to stay curled up in bed and begin the weekend early.

As you wait for your turn to cross at the lights, you check your watch, realizing you only have ten minutes before your shift is supposed to start at the bank. With a huff, you take off across the street, quickening your pace so you’re not late again.

Rushing up the stone steps of the national bank right at the city’s centre, you manage to push open the doors, and clock in right on time.

“Oh, so close to being late for the third day in a row,” your coworker, Steven, teases.

“Shut up, Steve, I know,” you roll your eyes, setting your things down in your office as he follows you in.

Flicking the lights on, Steve leans against the frame of the open door, “don’t forget, we have that meeting in two hours with the head of shares.”

“I know,” you send him a look, “but right now I’m supposed to be meeting with the Kim’s to settle their mortgage on their new house.”

“Alright, well, good luck!” With a final nod and wink, Steve pushes himself off of the door frame, and heads into his own office down the hall from yours.

The morning passes by fairly quickly after that, with you managing to settle the mortgage easily, and the meeting going off without a hitch. Currently, you’re heading over to the photocopier located behind the main desks in the lobby to do some last minute paperwork before lunch. You pass by the tellers, nodding to a few you’re acquaintances with when the doors to the front of the bank burst open.

“Alright, everybody, on the ground, now!” A voice booms as a gun is fired into the air.

Your eyes widen as you glance to where the bullet has made contact with the marble ceiling. A small chip now resides in the marble, and you let out a small breath of air as you think about how the bank will go about fixing the small blemish afterwards.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the bank, including the tellers, drop to the ground in fear. Panic settles across the lobby as two of the robbers walk up to the counter. The rest of the men barricade the entrances, looming over the civilians on the floor. Glancing around the room lets you know someone has cut the feed to the video cameras, meaning they’re no longer functioning at the moment.

Turning your attention fully to the front, you simply stare the men down, unimpressed. This is not your first bank heist, nor will it be your last. At least these men are smart enough to wear masks to block their faces, and cut the surveillance system.

“Look at this one, I don’t think she heard us,” the one on the left says, amusement clear in his tone.

“Get on the ground, now, sweetheart. We don’t want to hurt you,” the one on the right says, raising his gun and pointing it at your chest threateningly.

Plastering on a fake smile, you tilt your head slightly to the side, “is there anything I can help you two gentleman with today?”

“We’ve got a brave one,” the one on the left scoffs, and you swear you’ve heard it before.

“Clearly somebody doesn’t know the seriousness of this situation,” the other one chuckles humourlessly, and again, it sounds oddly familiar to you.

“Oh, believe me, I do,” you cut in, and they both tense slightly, aiming their guns at you more firmly. “I’d just rather get this over with, and not have you kill anyone. So, what can I do for you two?”

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” You hear Steve hiss from the ground somewhere behind you.

“Wait, (Y/n)?” The one on the right almost gasps, uttering your full name in disbelief, the both of them lowering their guns slightly.

“That would be my name, yes,” you quirk a brow, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I knew you looked familiar,” the one on the left says, sharing a quick glance with his partner.

Nodding once at each other, they lower their guns to their sides, and take off their masks. Your lips part slightly as you take in the two men now standing before you. Two men whom you went to high school with. Two men whom were your friends.

“Kai, Ravi,” your expression soon becomes blank once more, steeling yourself in front of them.

Your eyes immediately dart to the tattoo on Wonsik’s neck. The three black lines, like slashes, seemingly mocking you as you hear some patrons gasp, realizing which crime organization they’re from.

“It’s the Tigers,” you hear someone whisper in fear, hearing others join in on the whispering.

The Tigers are a world class criminal organization full of horrid, corrupt people who steal, kill, and torture, amongst other things. Right now, they seem to be going on a robbing spree, hitting all the major banks across the globe. Right now, yours just so happens to be the next one on their hit list. You’re just surprised how non-violent this heist is so far, considering their reputation.

“Quiet!” Jongin fires his gun once more into the ceiling, creating another hole in the marble.

“Oh, for god’s sake, will you stop doing that?” You glare at him, to which he just quirks an eyebrow.

“Still have a soft spot for architecture, huh?” Jongin smirks.

“You know nothing. Now,” you narrow your eyes at them, “what is it you want?”

“You’re so lucky he has you on the no kill list, otherwise you’d be dead right now,” Wonsik grins, raising his gun once more. “What we want, well, isn’t that obvious?”

“No sentiment for old friends, huh?” You sigh. “Right this way, sir.”

Leading them down the corridors, you bring them to the vault located at the back of the bank. They hold you at gun point as you unlock it, and even though you know their threats against you are now empty, there is still everyone else’s safety in this bank to consider.

“There,” you say, crossing your arms once more in front of your chest as the vault opens.

“You know, we never thought we would see you again,” Jongin turns to you after he radios for backup to empty the vault.

“The feeling’s mutual,” you state, staring him down as his men arrive at the vault.

“If you want to see him again, you need only ask,” Wonsik smirks, meeting your cold gaze.

“I don’t,” you spit. “I’ve manage to avoid him this long, I don’t need to see him again.”

“You know, he never stopped looking for you after you left,” Jongin says, sharing a look with Wonsik which tells you all that you need to know. They won’t keep quiet about seeing you today. “I don’t think it’s mere coincidence we ran into you here today.”

“Still believe in all that fate bullshit, huh?” You shake your head. “I’m not asking this as a hostage, or even a bank teller, but as your long ago friend. Please do not mention anything about me being here today to him. He doesn’t need to know.”

“It’s cute how you think he ever stopped thinking about you. Why do you think you’re on the no kill list?” Now it’s Wonsik’s turn to shake his head.

A silence settles over the three of you as you clench your jaw, standing tense as the final man exits the vault. Once it’s closed, they both lead you back out to the lobby where everyone is still on the floor.

“Thank you, for your cooperation,” Wonsik smirks as he and Jongin put their masks back on, leaving the scene of the crime with the other men without another word.

As soon as they’re gone, people are frantically pulling out their phones and calling the police. Little do they know the police have already been alerted to the distress call thanks to a teller subtly hitting the panic button while you were talking with Jongin and Wonsik at the beginning. Not even two minutes later, the sound of sirens can be heard in the distance, the police rushing in soon after.

The next few hours are spent taking witness reports and dealing with the police investigation that will now ensue thanks to the robbery. You tell them all you can on what you can remember about the two men that held you at gunpoint today, giving them details you thought you had forgotten about them. Their names seem to be known to the police already, which doesn’t come as a surprise to you. They tell you to call them if you have anymore information, and that they will call you if they have anymore questions.

Steve manages to catch you on your way out once things have settled down a bit, and the police have given you the go ahead to leave. He pulls you aside, concerned for your well being, and also asking how you knew the two men from before. You explain to him as quickly as you can how you went to high school with them, since all you really want to do is go home, curl up on your couch, and relax for the weekend with a glass of wine and your favourite movies.

Finally, after what seems like ages, you manage to begin the trek back to your apartment that lies quite a few blocks away. You grip your bag tightly as you walk, speeding down the streets until you make it to the lobby of your apartment complex.

With a quick nod to the receptionist sitting behind the desk in the lobby, you head to the elevators, and step inside.

Once the doors close in front of you, and the elevator begins it assent, you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief. This was definitely not how you were expecting your day to go.

Stepping off the elevator, you quickly move to unlock your door. Flicking on your front hallway lights, you enter your apartment. Locking the door behind you, you allow your tense shoulders to relax for the first time since before the heist happened.

Dropping your bag into the chair you keep near the front door, you kick off your shoes, twirling your key ring on your finger as you step deeper into your apartment.

“I see you’ve never lost the habit of twirling your keys on your finger,” a voice says from the darkness of your living room, startling you slightly as the figure flicks on the lights. “Hello, my love.”

“Taemin,” his name escapes you as no more than a whisper, yet he still manages to hear.

“Even after six years, my name still sounds so beautiful coming from your lips,” he hums, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he stares you down.

You take a moment to look him over briefly. The first thing you notice is his hair. Instead of the black strands you had grown so used to during your high school days, his hair now sits a vibrant platinum blond on the top of his head. Other than that, he doesn’t look like he’s changed much since graduation. Except for the added muscle he’s appeared to gain, even if it’s only slightly.

You manage to keep your expression blank, jaw tense as you stare back at him, “what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t expect me not to come see you after the day you’ve had, did you? Not after my men told me they found you,” he replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I wasn’t aware you were looking for me,” you counter, gripping your keys tightly in your hand to ground you.

“You weren’t supposed to,” with those words, he stands, beginning to make his way over to where you’re standing. “It’s been six years since I’ve last seen you. Six years. Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you again? To find you? Never in a thousand years did I expect you to be right under my nose this whole time.”

“Well, you know what they say,” your brow quirks slightly, “hide in plain sight. Now, how the hell did you get into my apartment?”

“You don’t get to be the head of the Tigers without learning a few tips and tricks,” he grins, boasting, as he comes to stand in front of you.

“If you’re trying to impress me, it’s not working,” you deadpan, and you notice his grin falter slightly.

“You never were easily impressed,” he sighs, meeting your gaze.

“That’s because you always tried to impress me with the wrong things,” you counter, eyes narrowing slightly as you try and gauge what he’s going to do next.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this,” he brings his one hand up to cup your cheek, looking at you with clear fondness in his eyes. “How I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t touch me,” you snap, gripping his hand firmly and yanking it off of your cheek.

In the next moment, you notice something flash behind his eyes, but it’s gone within the next second. You grip your keys tighter in your other hand.

“There was a time when you loved when I touched you,” he says, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Six years ago. I’ve moved on, and so should you,” you release his hand, noticing how your nails have left little indents in his skin from where you had been holding him, yet he doesn’t seem to care.

“If you think I’m going to let you go so easily after I’ve found you again, even after all these years, you’re wrong,” he states, eyes darkening as he looks at you. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go again. If you leave, I will know, so don’t try anything ridiculous. I will find out. I’m not an unreasonable man, clearly you need some space to figure things out. However, now that I know where you are, you can expect me back in your life whether you like it or not. You were mine once, and I’ll make you mine again. Now, I’ll be back soon, and I expect a warmer welcome next time. Okay, honey?”

Without another word, he brushes past you, exiting through your front door. Once you hear it slam behind you, you’re turning around and rushing to lock it while letting out a long breath. You can feel a sharp, stinging pain coming from your hand, and looking down reveals you’ve managed to cut yourself from gripping your keys so tightly. Moving to your bathroom, you grab some antiseptic to clean both your wounds and the keys.

Looking up into the mirror, you stare at your reflection.

Your hair, which had been pulled back neatly this morning, now is a mess on your head, sticking out in different directions. Your blouse ruffled slightly due to all the commotion you’ve been through today.

Gripping the counter once you’ve bandaged your hand, you stare into your eyes. Eyes which look far too tired for a regular Friday night. With a sigh, you’re splashing some cool water onto your face with your uninjured hand before turning off the lights.

Making your way back out into the living room, your eyes scan the entire area, narrowing as you look for anything unusual he might have put in your apartment to spy on you with. After looking it over from top to bottom, you don’t find any bugs.

Flopping onto your couch, you breathe a sigh of relief, allowing for your tired eyes to close momentarily as your whole body relaxes.

A ding from your phone startles you out of your peace.

Unknown: I can’t wait to see you again, my love. Sweet dreams~

Frowning, you block the number, immediately throwing your phone into the chair opposite you afterwards. Grabbing a pillow, you bury your face in it while letting out a small screech.

You thought you would never have to deal with him after you broke things off with him during your final year of high school. You thought things were fine. Now, you need to shake him off once more. You did it once before, and you can do it again.

For six years, you have successfully avoided any contact with Taemin, only knowing the information you retained during your high school days. As soon as the Tigers started making their appearance on the news, you knew you dodged a bullet when you broke up with him.

You’d recognize those three black stripes anywhere. They were his first tattoo when he was sixteen, to cover up three very real scars. He got those scars when he was a kid, you remember. The dumbass actually fell into the tiger’s den at the zoo and they barely got him out of there in time after the tigress tore up his side. He had to be rushed to the hospital and was in intensive care for weeks. He lost so much blood.

You shudder at the thought, shaking your head to rid yourself of the sympathy you felt when he told you that story. You have no sympathy for him now. Not after what he does. Not after what he’s done.

You noticed his odd behaviour during your final year, and you decided you wanted nothing to do with him. He was dangerous, to himself, and to others. Always getting into fights, especially whenever you were involved. Even after countless times of you telling him you could take care of yourself, his ideals blinded him into hurting the one he claims to love most. You.

You still have a lot of the mental scars from when he manipulated you. You believed him after a while when he said he would take care of you, but his jealousy always got the better of him. He thought making you jealous in return would solve things, but it only made things worse.

You can never forget the rumours of him going out of his way to sleep with the entire girl’s volleyball team. You had thought they were just that at first, rumours, until you caught him getting frisky with their captain in the girl’s locker room.

You can’t stand unfaithful people.

After that, you were done with him. He was too childish for you, and too temperamental. You could no longer pretend to be able to tame him, for he was too wild. After a few years, you came to realize that he never wanted to be tamed, only seeking to drive you as wild as he was. You couldn’t have that in your life, and you were glad you got out when you did.

Now that he’s found you once more, you don’t know how reckless he’ll be, considering now he’s a notorious crime boss of the most reckless band of misfits you, and the world, know. You’ll have to be careful, and watch your every move, because you know him. He’ll be doing the exact same thing to you, doing whatever he can to weasel his way back into your life.

You know you broke him when you left him, but you don’t know just how broken you left him. Clearly, it’s still affecting him to this day, considering he hasn’t stopped looking for you, apparently, and that concerns you greatly. His inability to move on and let things go is astounding.

Rubbing at your eyes with your hands, you get up from the couch and go get ready for bed. Tomorrow is a new day, and you’re hoping it’ll turn out better than the previous one.

Waking up the next day, you check your bedside clock for the time and see it’s a little past eleven in the morning. A small smile pulls at your lips as you realize you were able to sleep in on one of your days off. Getting out of bed, you get ready for your day.

After eating a small brunch, you head out for the day, needing to get some grocery shopping done, as well as run a few errands on top of that. While walking to the store, you notice someone trailing you, but you’re quick to shake them off once you reach a crowded area.

It only takes you about an hour to finish your grocery shopping, heading back to your apartment once you’ve paid for everything. Once home, unpacking your groceries reveals you forgot to get sugar, so you begrudgingly head back out to get some.

Grumbling to yourself under your breath, you shuffle back down the street, noticing someone else trailing you this time. Deciding to amuse yourself, you allow them to trail you through the store, until you’re cornering them in the frozen food aisle.

“You know, for one of his men, you’re not the best at following someone,” you state casually from behind him, causing the younger man to jump in surprise.

“I’m not following you,” his reply is quick as he avoids your eyes.

“I never said it was me you were following, but thanks for the confirmation,” you smirk, though on the inside, you’re furious.

Swiftly walking away, you grab what you came back out for, and pay for the sugar. Making your way back to your apartment, there’s a new fire in your step, wanting to make it back before another one of his goons can try, and fail, to trail you.

While waiting for the lights to change, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Thinking it to be another message from Taemin, a frown tugs at your features as you pull your phone out. However, at seeing the name that appears on your screen, a brilliant smile makes an appearance on your lips as you unlock your phone to read the message.

Ki-butt: Do you have any plans this evening? If not, let me take you out for dinner, I miss you.

Immediately, you reply to him.

You: I do now, pick me up around seven? We have a lot to talk about.

Ki-butt: It’s a date ;)

For the rest of the walk back to your apartment, the smile never leaves your lips. You’re excited to spend some time with your boyfriend after such a long time apart. You haven’t been able to see him since last month due to your conflicting schedules, so this spontaneous date is a bright ray of sunshine on such a gloomy day.

Arriving back to your apartment, you put the sugar away and check the time. Noticing it’s just after three, you decide to do a little cleaning around the apartment before getting ready for your date.

Soon enough, you find yourself putting some finishing touches on your outfit when you hear a knock on your door. Checking your phone for the time, a smile tugs at your lips as you realize he’s fifteen minutes early.

Opening the door, you’re greeted by a smiling Kibum.

“You’re early,” you comment, opening the door wider for him to step into your apartment.

“I know, I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he grins, kissing your cheek as he closes the door behind him.

“I’m almost ready, I just need another five minutes,” you tell him, already heading back to your bathroom to finish getting ready.

“Take your time,” he replies. “Although, I don’t know what you’d need to fix, you already look stunning.”

“Thank you, baby,” you peek your head out from the bathroom to send him a smile. “I’ll be right there.”

Five minutes later, just like you said, you’re ready to leave. Grabbing your purse on the way out, you lock your door behind you, making sure to set the alarm. The last thing you need is Taemin showing up in your apartment after your date again.

A little while later, the two of you arrive at your favourite restaurant, Kibum opening the car door for you, and pulling out your chair for you, like he always does. He always manages to be the perfect gentleman for you, treating you with the utmost kindness and respect every moment you’re with him. That’s part of the reason why you fell for him in the first place.

Once the appetizers have been served, and the small, casual catch up is complete, Kibum meets your gaze.

“I heard about what happened yesterday at the bank,” he begins, “are you okay?”

“Still a bit shocked is all,” you reply with a small shrug to your shoulder, going on to tell him all you can remember from yesterday. “You and I both know it wasn’t my first bank robbery I’ve had to deal with.”

“Yeah, but considering it was the Tigers, I’m surprised no one got hurt,” he comments, eyes filled with worry as he looks at you.

“You and me both,” you breathe, putting your fork down to take a sip of your wine.

“Has- has he contacted you since then?” Kibum clenches his fist on the table, and you reach your hand across to place yours gently over his, relaxing him slightly. “I want the truth.”

“You know I would never lie to you,” you tell him, giving his hand a small squeeze. “Yes, he has. He broke into my apartment last night and we had a little chat.”

“That bastard,” Key growls, jaw setting in a firm line as he notices the small cuts on the palm of your hand. “Did he do this?”

“No, I did,” you reply. “I was gripping my keys too tightly when he showed up, and they cut me.”

“Oh,” he lets out a huff of air, running his thumb over a cut on your palm gently.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, you’ve been very open and honest about your past to him. Especially about Taemin. Kibum knows everything you’ve been thorough, and he swore to you that he’d never hurt you like that, and that he’d always be there to protect you. You believe him, considering he’s one of the strongest people you know, and works with the police on occasion as a consulting detective.

“Key, it’s okay, I can handle myself,” you reassure him.

“I know, but it still doesn’t make me feel good knowing he’s out there looking for you, and that he broke into your apartment,” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair with his free hand.

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments as your main courses are delivered to your table. Once the waitstaff have left, Key is looking into your eyes once more.

“I don’t want you going back to your apartment tonight,” he says.

“Kibum, if this is your way of telling me you want me to stay overnight at your place, you could have just said so,” you wink, attempting to ease the tension that has settled over the two of you since he’s learnt Taemin is back in your life.

“Don’t joke, (Y/n), this is serious,” he frowns slightly.

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” now it’s your turn to sigh. “I would feel much better if I could stay with you tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on letting you go home tonight, looking like that, anyways,” he smirks.

“And you say I’m the tease,” rolling your eyes playfully, you let out a giggle.

Leave it to him to scold you for making a joke out of the situation, only for him to do the exact same thing in the next moment. Either way, you can’t wait to just curl up with him tonight and not worry about anything.

Little do you know of the hidden figure sitting in the back of the restaurant, watching your every move with a cold look in his eyes.

About an hour later, the two of you are arriving at his apartment for the evening. You spend the rest of the night curled up in his arms watching a movie, and find yourself drifting off to sleep soon after.

The next morning you’re woken up by Kibum’s phone ringing. With a groan, you roll over in his bed, doing your best to block out the blaring sound. You vaguely hear him answering in the background, drifting in and out of consciousness as he converses with the person on the other line. Another groan escapes your lips as you feel him gently shake your shoulder to wake you.

Cracking your one eye open ever so slightly, you notice that he’s no longer on the phone. Blinking a few times, you bring your hands up to rub at your eyes, sitting up in bed.

“What’s going on?” You ask, a yawn escaping your lips soon after.

“Unfortunately, I got called in to work a new case,” he tells you softly, voice low.

“But it’s Sunday,” you whine, a pout pulling at your lips.

“I know, but it’s really important,” he says, and this catches your attention. “They called me in to work on the Tiger’s case.”

At this, you tense, your mind now fully awake as you let his words sink in.

“Please tell me you declined working on that case in favour of a second, less dangerous case,” you stare into his eyes, heart beating frantically in your chest.

“You know I couldn’t do that,” he replies, taking your hands into his and giving them a reassuring squeeze. “If I get the chance to put that fucker away, especially after all he’s done to you, I’m going to take it.”

“Do you realize the risk you’re taking? Kibum, I don’t want you getting hurt. Or worse,” you say, biting your lip in worry.

“It’ll be okay,” he smiles at you gently, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” you sigh.

“I have to go in to the station soon, but you’re more than welcome to stay here for the rest of the day,” he says, standing up from the bed to get ready for work.

“Thank you,” you send him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I do need to go though, I have to do a few things for work tomorrow. Please be safe, and text me with updates as often as you can. I don’t like the idea that you’re working this case, but I know you, and nothing I can say will stop you.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles, coming over to give you quick kiss. “Let me finish getting ready and I’ll drive you home.”

You simply reply by nodding at him, watching as the bathroom door falls shut behind him.

Once he’s out of sight, you’re releasing a heavy sigh.

To say you’re worried would be an understatement. Even though you’ve told him everything that Taemin is capable of, who knows how much he’s changed in the six years you’ve spent apart. He’s an anomaly with an ever changing algorithm to you. At least, that’s what he is now.

Standing up from the bed, you decide to borrow some of Kibum’s clothes. Pulling on a shirt, you smile slightly as you take in his comforting scent, waiting for him to finish getting ready.

Arriving back to your apartment not even an hour later, you cautiously enter through the door, half expecting Taemin to be waiting for you again like the previous night. Once you’re sure he’s nowhere to be found, you’re breathing a sigh of relief. You don’t think you could handle him right now, or ever, for that matter.

Meanwhile, back at his own penthouse apartment, Taemin is fuming.

Currently, he’s pacing in his living room as Wonsik updates him on you. After he found your apartment the other night, he ordered some of his men to follow you and keep tabs on you. He ordered Wonsik and Jongin to do the major stuff though, like gather all the information they could on you, and he’s just waiting for Jongin to get back from checking up on you this morning.

“So she thinks she can just replace me like that with some cop,” he scoffs, “not likely.”

So far, Wonsik has updated him about your personal life, and about your supposed boyfriend. He’s also been informed about how you caught his men trailing you yesterday, and that made him beyond furious. His men can’t even do their jobs right.

Last night took the cake, though. He had Jongin trailing you while on your date, updating him live every minute. Taemin nearly went on a rampage to get you out of Key’s apartment last night, but thanks to both Wonsik and Jongin, they were able to hold him back.

No one deserves you but him, and he doesn’t care who he has to kill to prove that.

“Jongin’s back,” one of his men stationed at the door informs him.

Nodding to him, the man opens the door, and in walks Jongin with a passive look on his face, holding an expensive looking camera.

“Please tell me you have some good news,” Taemin growls out, rubbing at his temples with his hand.

“Unfortunately, no,” Jongin replies, “I don’t.”

“What is it now?” Taemin sighs, narrowing his eyes to watch as Jongin walks over to him with the camera raised.

“See for yourself,” passing the camera over to Taemin, Jongin takes a step back to give him space.

Scrolling through the pictures on the camera, Taemin finds his anger and jealousy growing every second. There you stand, wearing that bastards clothing, showering him with your love and attention.

That should be him you’re giving all your attention to. That should be his clothes you’re wearing after spending a night as his place.

Taemin’s jaw clenches as he shoves the camera back into Jongin’s arms.

“That’s not all,” Jongin sighs, causing Taemin to turn and look at him with an expression that says to continue. “Her boyfriend, Kim Kibum, has just been put on our case at the police department. He won’t stop until you’re found and brought to justice for your crimes.”

“Fuck,” Taemin snarls, grabbing the closest thing to him, which just so happens to be a miniature ceramic statue of some Greek god, and throws it at the wall, causing it to shatter into many pieces.

“Don’t worry, we have enough moles to keep him off our trail,” Wonsik reassures him, but his words have the opposite effect on Taemin.

“I don’t fucking care about him catching me,” Taemin seethes. “Now that he’s looking for us, he’ll make sure (Y/n) is always out of my reach for as long as he can. No matter, I always have a few tricks up my sleeve. We’re going to play that detective before he can play us.”

“What are your orders, boss?” Jongin grins, placing the camera on the table beside him.

“Yeah, just what are you planning?” Wonsik quirks a brow, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“The world doesn’t know who the face behind the Tigers is yet, and I’m going to use that to my advantage,” he grins back, a malicious look in his eyes. “It’s time for her to come crawling back to me, and I’ll be waiting, with open arms.”

The very next day, you manage to make it to work early for your shift, much to the surprise of Steve. You send him a smirk to which he only responds by sticking his tongue out at you. A smile tugs at your lips as you make your way to your office for the day, placing your stuff down and getting right to work.

Most of the morning passes by fairly quickly, and you find yourself walking back to your office after lunch while joking around with one of the tellers. Before you can enter your office, you notice the blinds have been drawn, and shoot a look to Steve whose office door sits open across from you.

“You got a last minute appointment. Guy asked for you personally, said you were recommended to him by another client of yours,” Steve shrugs. “He said it was urgent and that he wanted privacy.”

Your brow furrows as you turn back around to face your door after nodding your head at Steve. You have a hunch on who this mystery man might be, and you’re hoping for once that your gut feeling is wrong.

With a breath to steel your nerves, you turn the handle, and push open the door.

As soon as you see him sitting in your office chair, your eyes narrow, “Taemin.”

“I could get used to you calling out my name if that’s what’s going to happen every time you see me again,” he has the gall to smirk. “Come in, and close the door behind you.”

“What are you doing here?” You hiss, keeping your voice low so Steve can’t overhear you. “And get out of my chair.”

“I thought I would come pay you a visit at work,” he replies, standing up slowly so he can make his way over to your form still standing by the open door. “Isn’t that sweet of me? I’m so thoughtful.”

With a playful grin, he gently shuts the door behind you.

“I wanted to keep that open,” you state, walking behind your desk to sit in your chair which he had just been occupying.

“And I wanted it closed,” he retorts, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“And so I reiterate: why, exactly, are you here?” You don’t even bother to hide the disinterest on your face, leaning back in your chair to stare him down.

“Baby, if you don’t stop looking at me like that-“

“Leave,” you cut him off before he can finish his rather vivid thoughts of him bending you over your desk and taking you right here in your office.

“No. I came here to talk, and that’s what we’re going to do,” his brow furrows as he comes to sit in one of the chairs you have placed in front of your desk. “I thought you would have been happier to see me again. I missed you so much since Friday night, I don’t know how I managed to stay away.”

“If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to call security and have you escorted out of the building,” you threaten, hand moving over to the phone that resides at the side of your desk. You notice his eyes widening slightly at your statement, before they’re holding the familiar cold gaze you’ve always known.

“I know about you and that cop,” the words escape him without another thought.

“Excuse me?” His little confession catches you off guard.

“What was his name again? Oh yeah, Kim Kibum,” the devious smirk that pulls at his lips has your heart pounding in your chest, yet you do your best to remain passive. However, he doesn’t fail to notice your hitch of breath when he said that bastards name, nor the way your hands tighten subconsciously on the arms of your chair. “The Tigers haven’t made a show of the cops in a while, maybe we should make an example of him.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” there’s a fire burning behind your eyes, only serving to make his jealousy flare. There was a time when that fire, that passion, was for him, and him alone.

“And why not? He’s stolen something of mine, and isn’t that against the law? I’m only doing my civic duty by bringing those who oppose the law to justice,” he feigns innocence, failing to hide the excited gleam in his eyes at the thought of bringing the man who’s stolen you away from him, the man who’s touched you in ways only he should be able to, to death.

“You’re delusional if you think that’s justice. He hasn’t stolen anything of yours, yet you’ve stolen countless amounts of money, cars, drug, weapons, and who knows what else,” you spit back, eyes narrow as you sit tall in your seat.

“He’s stolen the most important thing from me,” he counters.

On the outside, he’s surprisingly calm. Though on the inside, he’s beginning to rage with fury. He never thought getting you back would ever be this difficult. He thought you’d be more willing, begging him on your knees for his forgiveness, and telling him that you had made a terrible mistake all those years ago. He thought you still loved him despite everything.

No matter. He knows you still love him, you just need to be reminded. Your love is being stolen from him by that bastard of a cop, and he’ll do anything to get you back.

“Oh yeah? And just what might that be?” You raise a brow, sceptical.

“You,” comes his immediate reply, and for a moment, you swear you catch a glimpse of the old Taemin. The Taemin you fell in love with all those years ago. “Your heart.”

As soon as it has appeared, the vulnerability you see in him has disappeared, reminding you once again of the criminal he has become. He did this to himself, not you, and most certainly not anybody else.

“You need to leave, right now,” your voice is low as you set your jaw, staring at him the eyes as he stares back, “before I call security.”

“What? Can’t handle the truth? Scared that I won’t accept you back with open arms after everything we’ve been through?” He taunts, leaning back in his chair smugly. “I’ve already told you , sweetheart, I’m all yours. You just have to come back to me, willingly, while you still have the chance. I know you still love me, you don’t have to pretend anymore-“

“I don’t love you,” your voice is harsh, malicious words that taste like venom on your tongue. “I can never love you again, not after what you put me through.”

“Then tell me what I did so I can make it better, because I know for a fact that that’s a lie,” he growls, voice low as he watches you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I don’t have time for this,” you sigh, about to pick up your phone to call security before a hand on top of yours stops you.

“No. Tell me. I want to know,” he demands, leaning over the desk in order to attempt to intimidate you.

He swears he can feel electricity flowing through his skin where his makes contact with yours. It’s the same feeling he had the other night when he touched you. The exact same feeling he had all those years ago.

With another sigh, and a roll of your eyes, you’re giving his chest a firm shove, “sit down, will you?” Without another word, he complies, sitting back in his seat and staring at you expectantly. “You really want to know, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he nods once, lacing his fingers together in his lap as he waits for you to continue.

“I can never love a cheater,” you begin, and you watch how his brow furrows slightly in confusion, “or a manipulator. Least of all a criminal who is both those things. I trusted you once, but you and your fucking jealous nature had to sleep with the entire girl’s volleyball team to ‘get back at me.’ Not to mention the countless lies and tricks you would tell me just to keep me by your side. You always were able to hide behind a well formed mask, and now you can hide behind the most notorious criminal organization because nobody knows who you are. I don’t even know who you are. You say you want my love? Well, honey, you killed and buried that love a long time ago.”

By now you’re standing, hands placed firmly on your desk as you lean forward slightly. You notice his brow furrowed deeply as he looks down at his lap, seemingly ashamed.

“I never cheated on you,” his voice comes out much smaller than you’re used to, startling you slightly.

“Bullshit,” you spit.

“I would never cheat on you,” he states firmly, and before you can reply, he’s continuing, “I would never do anything to purposely hurt you. You have to realize that. I love you, so much.”

“I don’t believe you,” standing up straight, you cross your arms, eyes narrowing at him as you stare at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

“That whole volleyball team incident, I swear to you, I never once touched any of them while we were together,” he explains, yet he’s too proud to sound like he’s pleading with you. Although, if he has to, he would, for you. He would do anything for you, especially if you asked him to. “The whole thing was Jongin’s idea. He’s the one who slept with them, not me.”

“I walked in on you and the captain getting it on in the coach’s office,” you counter.

“That was a misunderstanding. One which you never let me explain since you broke up with me the very next day. I tried to tell you that she was the one who came onto me, but you wouldn’t listen. She had been jealous of our relationship for the longest time and wanted to drive a wedge between us,” he scoffs, “looks like it worked.”

“I have no reason to believe you,” you tell him, and he meets your gaze once more. “If you love me so much, let me go.”

“I know you don’t. I just need you back in my life. By my side, back where you belong-”

“I don’t belong to you,” you can feel your nails digging into the sides of your arms as you attempt to cool your temper. “Get out. Now. Before I actually call security on you. Or kick your ass, whichever one comes first.”

“This isn’t over,” he scowls, “I will get you back, one way or another. Make sure you tell that fucker that if he dares touch you again, I’ll have his head. He needs to stay the fuck away from you, or else I’ll deal with him personally, and I’d be more than happy to disposed of another pest in the way of our love.”

Without another word, he’s standing up and storming out of your office.

As soon as you’re sure he’s gone, and after making sure your office door is closed once more, you let out the softest frustrated grunt of your life. Soft since you don’t want Steve rushing in and asking you what’s wrong.

Now, you’re worried about what might happen to Key if Taemin doesn’t back off of his delusion of making you his once more. After what he’s told you today, you’re not sure what to believe, but one thing is for certain. He’s still a lying, manipulative asshole who will say, and do, anything to get you back. You just hope Key can catch him soon, and Taemin’s face gets discovered as being the leader to the notorious criminal organization he is.

The next few weeks are very tense for you, keeping your guard high at every moment, for you half expect Taemin to keep popping up randomly. He does, on occasion, bumping into you in public places, or visiting you at work under the ruse of being a client. You know his henchmen are still keeping an eye on you, for he never fails to remind you of certain things you’ve done during the past few weeks when he sees you.

Each time Taemin sees you, he never fails to mention how if you don’t come to him soon and leave Kibum, he’s going to have to take drastic measures. You simply grit your teeth and fume silently each time he says that.

Everyday, Key gets closer and closer to bringing him to justice, and you couldn’t be happier. In fact, he just called you to let you know they got a lead on Wonsik’s whereabouts and are going there now to bring him in for questioning after they arrest him. However, in the back of your mind, you can’t help but worry.

The lead they got was an anonymous tip, which just so happened to come in at a convenient time in the investigation. You know for a fact that if the Tigers don’t want to be found, no one can find them.

Meanwhile, at the police station, Wonsik is being brought in, handcuffed by Kibum, to the interrogation room. Sitting him down in the chair opposite him, Key stares him down.

A smug look rests on Wonsik’s face the whole time, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he’s just been caught and arrested by the police. Even less bothered that he’s chained up, and face to face with both Kibum and the police chief.

“You’re going to tell us everything you know about the Tigers, starting now,” Kibum demands, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stands tall.

“What makes you think I’m going to cooperate?” Wonsik grins, noticing how tense the two men standing before him are.

“Cooperate, and then we can negotiate the terms of your arrest,” the chief adds.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” he hums, leaning back in the metal chair he’s in.

“He looks far too comfortable for someone who’s just been caught and arrested,” the chief mumbles to Kibum, who simply nods in response, yet Wonsik manages to hear.

“Comfortable, you say? Why wouldn’t I be?” Grinning from ear to ear, he leans forward in his seat to rest his cuffed hands on the table in front of him.

“Well, considering you’re now in police custody, and are about to be thrown in jail for the rest of your life due to the crimes you’ve committed,” Kibum says, almost in disbelief. “Yeah, I’d say you look pretty comfortable.”

“You know, you two seem pretty comfortable despite the fact that you’ve seemingly capture one of the Tiger’s big three,” Wonsik counters, feigning concern for the two men. “Did you really think it would be that easy?”

“What do you mean?” The chief’s brow furrows in confusion while Kibum’s brow furrows in thought.

“That is to say, do you really think we would let you catch us? And then go willingly with you?” Wonsik laughs. “You only caught me because we wanted you to, and now you better prepare for the consequences.”

As soon as the words escape his lips, a loud boom is heard from outside the room, immediately followed by shouts and the sound of gunshots. In the next moment, Wonsik stands up, the cuffs falling to the ground noisily as the door gets kicked open by Jongin who shoots the police chief in the chest without a second thought.

“Now, it’s your turn to come with us,” Jongin grins maniacally.

Kibum scowls as they search him for weapons, taking his gun out of his holster. Wonsik points Kibum’s own gun at his head, and they force him to walk through the wreckage of the police station.

Dead bodies litter the floor, blood splattered everywhere. There’s a hole in the wall from where an explosion occurred, more men dressed in all black holding guns lining the walls.

Both Jongin and Wonsik lead Kibum to a black van, knocking him unconscious before driving off to meet their boss at the designated location. They both can’t believe how well their plan worked.

You’re just on your way home from work this evening when you feel a chill run down your back. You can feel it in your gut, something terrible is happening, but you don’t know what it is.

Walking down the street, you hear a car come screeching down the road before pulling up in front of you. You nearly trip over yourself to keep yourself from being hit as you glare at the car in front of you. Unfortunately, you cannot see inside as the car has deeply tinted windows.

Just as you’re about to step around the car, the driver’s side door opens, and out steps the person you least want to see.

“Get in the car,” Taemin commands, expression firm as he stares at you expectantly.

“Like hell I’m going anywhere with you,” you spit, rolling your eyes.

“If you ever want to see that fucker, Kim Kibum, again, you’re going to get into this car with me. Right now,” his eyes narrow at you, voice low and demanding. “I won’t ask again.”

You say nothing as you open the passenger door, not failing to miss the smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth as you do so.

The whole ride over, you stare straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Your jaw is set in a firm line as he pulls into an abandoned factory parking lot, far on the outskirts of the city. However, you find you cannot hide the hitch in your breath once you see who’s already waiting for you in the parking lot.

Getting out of the car once he cuts the engine, Taemin watches you carefully. A malicious smirk rests on his features as he takes in Kibum’s beaten and bloody appearance. His men did good. Now, all he has to do is finish his plan, and he can finally have you back in his arms for the rest of his life.

“Oh my god, Kibum, what did they do to you?” Your shocked voice reaches his ears, causing him to look up from his kneeling position on the ground to see you looking at him with concerned filled eyes.

Before you can rush over to him, Jongin is raising a gun to his temple, “one more step and he dies.”

“Fuck you, Kim Jongin,” you seethe, sending him your nastiest glare, which manages to make him falter slightly.

“Gladly,” he smirks, much to the distaste of the man standing beside you. Noticing the look Taemin is sending him, he clears his throat, “you know I’m only kidding. I wouldn’t dare touch your girl.”

The way Jongin says ‘your girl’ directly at Taemin send a shiver of disgust down your spine.

“What is the meaning of this?” You demand, turning to face Taemin who stands smugly beside you.

“I warned you about the consequences of you not coming to me willingly, sooner,” Taemin sighs, acting as if he had no other choice. “Now, he has to pay for stealing what’s mine.”

“You’re insane! I’m not yours, you fucking asshole!” You yell, landing a solid right hook to the side of his jaw, managing to catch him off guard. However, before you can continue giving him the smackdown of his life, the clearing of a throat is heard from behind you, making you turn to see both Wonsik and Jongin pressing their guns into Kibum’s head. “You bastards. I thought you were my friends.”

“If you want him to live so badly, you’ll come with me willingly,” Taemin says, smirking at you as he stands tall, staring into your eyes.

“Like hell I will,” you spit, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice,” he sighs, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

In the next moment, he’s pulling out his own gun and aiming it at your head.

“No!” You hear Kibum yell, followed by a ‘shut up’ from Wonsik and the sound of him being hit, followed by a grunt.

“I wanted you to come willingly, but you’ve forced my hand,” he growls out, “you’re mine, and no one, not even he will take you away from me. I spent six years- six fucking years, looking for you, only for you to slip right through my fingertips again and again. I’ve tried giving you space, but that doesn’t seem to be working. I need you, and I know for a fact that you need me. I love you so much, I can hardly live without you. Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve done for you, and I will stop at nothing to keep you by my side. So, either you come with me willingly, and he lives, or, we take you by force. Your choice, sweetheart.”

“Do you really think doing this works in your favour?” You scoff in disbelief. “You think kidnapping me, beating up my boyfriend, and then threatening the both of us will make me love you? You’re delusional if you really think that will work. I will never love you, and if you kill him, I will never forgive you. In fact, I fucking hate you. You need to move on and get a grip on reality, Taemin. This is insane! Do you even hear yourself right now? This is exactly why I left you I the first place. You and your crazy, psychotic, possessive, manipulative, delusional ass.”

During your little speech, you’ve noticed how his breathing has picked up, eyes darkening with each passing moment. You can tell he’s mad, furious even, but you’re not worried for your own safety. You’re more worried for Kibum’s sake. He doesn’t deserve to be dragged into your own problems.

“Get back in the fucking car right now before I shoot you,” he snarls, voice low and ominous as he glares at you. He’s gotten this far, and he’s not giving you up so easily. To hell with the consequences, he just wants you.

“You won’t shoot me,” you let out a dry chuckle. “I know you.”

“No?” He quirks a brow. “Maybe I won’t shoot you, but I have no problem shooting him.”

In the blink of an eye, Taemin adjusts his aim, firing a shot right at Kibum’s head.

“No!” You screech, turning around just in time to watch Kibum’s lifeless body crumple to the ground.

The sound of the shot continues to echo through the air, along with your horrified scream of Kibum’s name as you rush over to him.

You manage to collect yourself enough as a single teardrop falls down your cheek and lands on the side of his face, eyes now staring at you blankly, no longer filled with the warmth you’re used to.

Swallowing your emotions, you stand back up. Turning to glare at Taemin, you notice him already looking at you with a neutral look on his face, watching your every move carefully.

Walking up to him, you can see the bruise from your punch already beginning to form on his jaw. You can feel both Jongin and Wonsik’s eyes on your back as you come to stand right in front of Taemin now. You barely resist the urge to slap him.

Your breathing is deep and slightly uneven as you stare into his eyes.

“Any fucking chance you had before of winning me back is gone,” your voice is low but firm. “You expect me to love you again after this? Not likely. You expect me to trust you after this? I will never fucking trust you again. You asked me what you could do to be better, and I told you, yet you still refused to listen to me and move on. Consequences, you say? Now you have to deal with mine.”

Without another word, you turn away from him, marching to his car and getting into the passenger seat. Resting your head against the cool glass of the window, you curl in on yourself. You have no desire to leave with him, but you have no other way of getting back to your apartment. Besides, he’d probably just come after you again, and you can’t just outrun him, Jongin, and Wonsik on your own. Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with him for now.

For now, all you can do is wait and think of ways for you to escape him once more as you attempt to quell the pain you feel in your heart.

Outside, Taemin still stands in shock at your words. Jongin and Wonsik have already begun to clean up the mess, but Taemin finds he can no longer move. He thought this would solve all your problems, but it seems like he’s only just made things worse.

No matter, he’ll just have to work even harder to prove to you that you’re meant to be together. After all, you’re his, and now that he has you, he’s never letting you go again.

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