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‘ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 ‘ — 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

❥ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: ‘𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐥

summary ┆ working at wusang was a dream come true for you. you had great friendships there and even began to develop feelings for a certain intern. but things started to change — big reveals left you shocked, and instead of running away you felt yourself become more captivated by him. . . and he seems to notice you as well. nothing in this world really matters to jang han-seok, but you? he will burn the whole world for you.

key: bold = english

warnings ┆mild smut (i will put a warning to let you guys know where it begins and ends)

After slowly accepting the fact that your boyfriend was not only a psychopathic CEO — but a murderer as well — spending time with him and going on dates has become a bit more easier. You decided that there’s no reason to add more stress onto your relationship, especially when Cha-young and Vincenzo are still trying to dig for more information regarding the true chairman of Babel. Luckily, to your knowledge, they haven’t discovered that Han-seok is Joon-woo, so the both of you have been living with a peace of mind and enjoying every second you could spend together. Any fear or any doubts you felt towards Han-seok has completely vanished at this point.

You were both in his apartment trying to bake some cupcakes, but instead, Han-seok found it funny to plaster some of the baking mix on your face. “Baby!”

He rarely lets out a genuine laugh, and when he does it is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. Needless to say, you’re the only person who gets to hear it considering that he pretty much despises the rest of the population in the world.

But you weren’t going to let it slide, so when he least expected it, you got him back by rubbing baking mix on his left cheek and nose.

“Ah, you got me,” he mischievously smiled. “You sneaky little devil.”

“I do learn from the best.”

“Oh I’m sure you do.”

Without warning, you felt him place his hands on your waist as he lifted you up and set you down on the counter, positioning himself in between your legs. You were at eye level with him, and your heart beat raced as you began to wonder what devious idea did he have hiding up his sleeve.

“You better not cover me with baking mix,” you warned.

“How about I give it a taste test?”

“Oh, okay. You can use this spoon to–”

He took you by surprise when you felt his lips against your cheek, licking and sucking on the baking mix that rested there. “Hm, delicious, how about here?”

He placed some baking mix on your lips before leaning in and repeating the same action. You caved into the kiss, letting out a small moan when you felt his teeth graze your lower lip as he gently pulled on it with his teeth. You knew he was about to pull away, but your needy side kicked in and you quickly hooked your arms around his neck, re-connecting your lips in another passionate kiss.

Han-seok pressed himself close to you, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt while gripping your waist tightly. You could feel his erection pressing against you, and that was enough to send you over the edge as a warm wave shot up your body. You still haven’t had sex, but there were moments where the two of you would get super intimate before being either, interrupted by a phone call, or you would grow shy and stop before it could escalate.

Right now, though? You wanted this. Your fingers were beginning to scrunch up his shirt from the neckline and you were both too engrossed in one another, that you didn’t hear the front door opening.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir!”

The two of you froze at the same time, but reacted differently to the intruder. While you ducked your head in embarrassment, Han-seok clenched his jaw as his body — menacingly and slowly — turned to face Han-seo.

“Do you. Fucking. KNOCK?!”

You both flinched at his loud voice and you silently prayed that your boyfriend would take it easy on his brother.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m so sorry! The door was unlocked so I thought it was okay enter, sir.”

Cue you mentally slapping yourself since you were the last person to come in to his apartment. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s my fault because I forgot to lock the door.”

“No, no,” Han-seok had a crazed look on his face. “Don’t apologize for the idiocy of others. It’s not your fault.”

“But–”

“He’s right,” Han-seo cut you off with a nervous laugh. “I’m an idiot for not knocking. It’s my fault.”

You wanted to argue and say that it was indeed your fault, but knowing these two, it would be pointless. Han-seo would just become more persistent in blaming himself and if you tried to defend him, then it would cause Han-seok to lose his shit and possibly go after his brother behind closed doors. Instead, you nodded your head at Han-seo, not wanting to press onto the matter.

“So, brother, are you going to stand there like a dumbass or are you going to tell me why you’re here?” Han-seok’s voice dripped with irritation.

“Sir, the research team has found crucial information that I believe you may want to know.”

“About what?”

“Its about Vincenzo.”

The three of you sat down with one of the investigators from the team, consulting and talking about Vincenzo’s true identity. You didn’t know what to expect. You assumed they were going to expose him as a con artist or someone who’s stealing money from his victims, but what you least expected to hear was that Vincenzo was a part of the Italian mafia. The fucking mafia. The blood drained from your face at the news, your mind beginning to replay every little encounter you had with him, hoping that you didn’t tick him off in any way, shape, or form. Your eyes were trained on the coffee table in front of you as you refused to look at the pictures that Han-seok held in his hands.

Holy shit, does Cha-young know? What if she’s completely unaware of the monster she has by her side. There’s a high probability that he didn’t disclose such risky information, or, she knows about it and is using that to her advantage to take down Babel. You need to double-check with her; also to make sure that she’s okay.

“So he’s one of the best consiglieres in Italy?” Han-seok questioned with a hint of excitement.

“Yes, he’s a consigliere both acknowledged and dreaded by all of the Mafia families there,” the investigator answered.

“And Vincenzo really did everything I see in these photos?”

“It’s the tip of the iceberg. He’s much more brutal than you think.”

“I knew something was wrong,” Han-seo groaned next to you while he rubbed his face.

“Hey, look,” Han-seok shoved a gruesome picture towards his younger brother, a sinister smile appearing on his face the moment Han-seo cowered away. “Look at this.”

“This is sick,” you grabbed the photo and crumbled it in your hands. “It’s not funny.”

“Wow, so angry,” Han-seok poked at you in a taunting tone.

You were not in the mood for his immature games. Vincenzo was a threat to everyone. Who knows what his true intentions are? He’s a menace who threatened Han-seo, Ms. Choi, and Mr. Han, and sickeningly left behind his initial to taunt your group. What will he do the moment he finds out about Han-seok’s identity?

You felt like throwing up.

“Come to think about it, he’s attacked us a way the Mafia would all this time,” you pointed out.

“You’re right,” Han-seok stood up as he began to list everything with his fingers. “Terrorism, threats, negotiation, mockery, and murder. I was completely wrong. Vincenzo wasn’t just a sparring partner. He’s like a Mayweather.”

His laugh echoed throughout the living room, making Han-seo stand up, with both desperation and fear resting on his features. “Will you let him go on as a sparring partner?”

Han-seok cackled. “You crazy? I’ll have to kill him, or he’ll kill us.”

And he was true to his word. Han-seok went ahead and got in touch with his contacts — as he likes to call it — to lure Vincenzo out to a secluded area, and kill him. You on the other hand, attempted to fish out information from Cha-young, trying to see if she knew anything about Vincenzo’s true identity. She either knew about him being in the mafia or just straight up had zero clue on what was happening, and you were convinced it was the first option, because she urgently asked for your help as she feared for Vincenzo’s life.

The moment Han-seok found out you were going to “save” Vincenzo, he jumped at the opportunity in chauffeuring your group to his location, but you knew the truth behind his intentions — he wants to make sure Vincenzo is dead.

You pulled up in front of Geumga Plaza as Mr. Nam and another tenant hopped inside the back of the SUV.

“Who is this?” You questioned.

“This is Mr. Lee. He’s a master of breaking people’s necks,” Mr. Nam responded before being grabbed by the neck by Mr. Lee.

“Your first love?” Mr. Lee demanded.

“An Seong-eun.”

“Your treasure?”

“My bike, Cheetah.”

Both you and Han-seok were utterly dumbfounded at the interaction that just unfolded in front of you, but Cha-young looked completely unamused.

“I’ll take care of the killers as soon as we arrive,” Mr. Lee stated with a serious expression.

“Alright,” you shot him a hesitant nod before looking over to Han-seok. “Let’s go.”

He stepped on the gas as the tires screeched into the quiet night, your adrenaline slightly kicking in the closer you got. You weren’t the type to wish death on someone, but if Vincenzo is as dangerous as he is, then he needs to be eliminated. At this point, you don’t care if Cha-young knew of his identity and was just using him to get back at Babel and Wusang, your only concern was Han-seok’s safety. There’s no doubt in your mind that Vincenzo would jump at the opportunity to kill him if he were to find out the truth.

The feeling of disappointment overcame you the moment you guys arrived, and it was self-evident that Vincenzo was alive while the men Han-seok hired were either dead or just knocked out. Cha-young ran and embraced him in a hug while you stood next to Han-seok.

“He’s alive,” you whispered.

“I can see that.”

It appeared that Cha-young and Vincenzo were discussing something, but the sound of a phone vibrating next to you caught your attention. You turned to look at Han-seok, who wore a panicked expression on his face as he clutched his left coat pocket.

“Who’s calli–”

“Fuck,” he silently hissed while clenching his teeth.

You frowned at his behavior, not understanding what was happening. When your eyes followed his and focused on Vincenzo, it didn’t take long to figure out who was calling. Your blood ran cold and your palms grew sweaty. Vincenzo was getting closer to you by the second and you couldn’t risk Han-seok getting exposed.

You subtly turned to face him while reaching for his pocket. “Give me the phone.”

His eyes widened at your request. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I’m not asking you twice,” you angrily whispered. “Give me the phone. He won’t suspect me.”

Not wanting to argue with you, Han-seok carefully passed the phone over to you, giving you the opportunity to shove it inside your own coat pocket. Just as you expected, Vincenzo didn’t question you when he walked past you, but he did shoot you a glance upon hearing the phone vibrating in your pocket.

You felt like you were about to die in that moment.

But much to your relief, he didn’t question you and only let out a deep sigh as he hung up. “There’s no answer.”

“That’s odd. He would answer if he wanted to know what happened.”

You remained emotionless throughout the whole interaction, but deep down you were shaking in fear, that not even Han-seok’s tight grip on your hand was enough to calm you down. The two of you left the scene the moment Vincenzo’s henchmen showed up, and Han-seok drove for a while before swerving the SUV onto the side of the road. He immediately stepped out and slammed the burner phone onto the ground, letting out a few curses and yells.

“Are you okay?” You asked while stepping out of the vehicle.

“He almost got me,” Han-seok breathed out. “How did he beat the three of them all at once?”

You were immune to his yelling and outbursts at this point, and all you could do was stare at him with worry as he repeatedly stomped on the phone.

“We need to think of a plan to take him down.”

“We?” He turned to look at you. “No babydoll, you’re not getting involved anymore.”

“What?”

Han-seok made his way towards you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It won’t be long until he finds out that I’m Han-seok, and the first thing he’s going after is you.”

“That’s not–”

“No. Stop. Listen to me. He will go after you as a way to blackmail me. You’re a walking target at this point, so no more visits to their little law firm. I’m sending you away to the States.”

Hold up. You took a step back as you stared at him in shock. “What? You’re sending me away? Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m playing around? Yes ______ I’m serious.”

“You can’t do this.”

“Oh yes I can, and you better not fight me on this. Get in the car.”

Earlier you were shaking in fear, but now you’re shaking in anger. He’s your boyfriend, not your legal guardian. You’re a grown woman who can fend for herself and you don’t need his or anyone’s protection. How dare he think he can just order you around?

When you made no move towards the SUV, he rolled his eyes and spun you around, slowly pushing you towards the truck.

You dug your heels into the ground. “Han-seok stop!”

He only shoved you harder. “Shut up before you piss me off.”

What the fuck is wrong with him?!

You tried to turn your body, but Han-seok had your shoulders in a tight grip. He left no room for you to move and it infuriated you by the second.

“Let me go.”

He ignored you as he tried to push you in the vehicle.

“Han-seok!” You managed to kick his shin which caused him to loosen his grip on you. You wriggled out of his grasp and took a few steps back. “Please listen to me.”

He was livid while he looked at you, and you were unsure if he felt that towards you or Vincenzo. His nostrils were flaring and his fists were clenched. You’ve never seen him this mad before in your life.

“Baby…” you softly muttered. “Please calm down.”

His chest was still heaving but he made no move to grab you anymore, so you saw that as your opportunity in walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, his arms encased you in a tight embrace and he buried his face in your neck. Han-seok held onto you tightly as you ran your fingers through his air, murmuring soft and soothing words into his ear, causing his erratic breathing to slow down.

“Shh,” you cooed. “I’m right here. He’s not going to hurt me. I’ve seen how close him and Cha-young have grown, so there’s no way she would even let him touch me. If you want me to stay hidden, I’m okay with that. What I’m not okay with is being a thousand miles away from you because baby, at that point, I would much rather be captured by Vincenzo if that meant I would be closer to you. I can be your spy, informant, or whatever else you need me to do. If you need me to kill someone, I’ll do that too. I absolutely adore you Han-seok, and I am willing to do the most fucked up shit for you. I’m not leaving you. You’re stuck with me until you grow sick of me.”

You felt him sigh on your neck before placing a gentle kiss on your skin. “Shit, I fucking love you.”

You froze at his words, but as the seconds passed, your lips curved into the biggest smile you’ve ever experienced. You waited so long to hear those words leave his mouth; to have them be addressed to you. Ever since you first met Han-seok — former Jon-woo — almost a year ago, you immediately fell in love with him. You daydreamed about him confessing his feelings to you, about the two of you growing old and having a family together. You were deeply and utterly in love, and to experience this moment now, was a true blessing.

“I love you more, Jang Han-seok.”

“I fucking hate you Han-seok.”

You were sweating liters — no scratch that — buckets of sweat as you leaned against the treadmill. Ever since you devoted your loyalty to your boyfriend, he’s been physically pushing you like crazy. Every day you’ve gone to work out with him and he even hired a martial artist trainer to teach you basic self-defense moves, in case you’re ever in a situation that requires it. You understand why he’s doing all of this but dear god, was it so much.

The sound of a whistle made your body jolt as you quickly shot Han-seok a glare.

Yes, the idiot brings a whistle to your sessions every time.

“Come on babydoll, pick up the pace!” He clapped his hands. “You got this!”

“I’ve been running for the past thirty minutes!” You plopped yourself on the treadmill as it slowly moved you towards the edge, gently dropping you on the floor. “Can we please take a break.”

“You think Vincenzo or his goons will give you a five minute break mid-fight? I don’t think so.” Cue him blowing the whistle. “Now pick up the pace! Hustle!”

“Geez, are you preparing me for Vincenzo or for the fucking war?”

“Baby, this is a war.”

“Says you,” you mumble. “I just wanted to stay home and play Call of Duty.”

“Babydoll, I’ve told you a thousand times, Call of Duty is not good firearm practice.”

Oh great, he mentioned that again. You embarrassingly told him that you could practice using a firearm by learning how to aim and shoot in Call of Duty first. Let’s just say, Han-seok nearly died from laughter when you first brought it up.

“Do not insult NoobMaster69,” you defended yourself. “I’ve gotten so good.”

“I’m sure you have,” Han-seok’s tone was taunting as he made his way towards you. “By the way, have I ever told you how hot you look when you sweat?”

“Mm, no I don’t think so. Enlighten me.”

He grabbed your hands and lifted you up on your feet, and the devil himself wasted no time in gripping your ass. You immediately felt him growing hard against you and your body reacted the same way when you felt a sudden feeling of heat pooling in your area.

After that night where the two of you confessed your love for each other, you went back to his place and basically ripped each other’s clothes apart. That night was filled with both passion and hunger. The two of were craving each other’s bodies for a while, and finally getting a taste of it was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop. You both went round after round, going at it like animals, before completely knocking out and taking the following day off so you could rest.

Ever since then, neither of you could take your hands off the other.

“The way your body shines with sweats makes me go insane. Your beautiful skin looks so mesmerizing, makes me want to bite you.”

He hoisted you up and placed you on top of a counter, causing you to squint your eyes at him. “Wait don’t you have to go in to work soon?”

“We can make this fast babydoll.”

- smut begins here -

You shot him a smile before connecting your lips together, your hands reached down to pull your leggings off while he fumbled to untie his sweat pants. He pulled you close, lightly tapping his tip against your clit, the action making you both jolt and moan into his mouth. He wasted no time in filling you up completely and pushing you down so you laid with your back against the counter. His movements were fast and rough while he gripped your hip with one hand and had the other wrapped around your throat.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned while gripping the arm that was holding your throat.

“You look so beautiful babydoll,” he groaned, his eyes connecting with yours. “You take it so well. Good girl.”

Fuck, you love it when he praises you.

He knew your body too well already, and while he was thrusting in and out of you, he began to rub your clit with his thumb, the sudden action sending you over the edge. You came all over him as you squirmed underneath his hold, your screams and moans echoing throughout the workout room, as his pace quickened. He was slamming into you repeatedly before he quickly pulled out and spilled his seed all over your stomach, his hips slightly thrusting as he jerked himself off.

- smut ends -

“Fuck, I want to come inside you so bad,” he huffed as he grabbed a towel.

You giggled. “Baby, I told you I’m on birth control.”

“Still a risk I’m not willing to take.”

“Fair point,” you smiled and closed your eyes while he cleaned you up. "Are you going to be busy after your meeting?"

"Yep. I'm going to meet up with Cha-young since we're going to exchange intel."

Now that was news to you. You sprung up and furrowed your eyebrows. "Are you sure that's a good idea? What if she just baits you or gives you false info?"

"The information I'm giving her isn't too important. Don't worry babydoll, I have this all planned out already," he shot you a smile before quickly pecking your lips. "I'll see you tonight okay?"

You nodded your head in return and watched him walk away, feeling relieved that you now have some time to test your theory about Vincenzo. Ever since Han-seok was almost caught by him, he has stuck you to his side every second of the day. You barely had time on your own and you understood where his worry came from, but come on, you’re a girl for pete’s sake. Every girl needs her privacy at some points.

You quickly took a shower and changed into something comfortable. You felt a bit nervous attempting to test your theory, but doing this will only ease your conscious and his.

It felt so odd stepping foot into Geumga plaza; the last time you were here was almost two months ago. You weren’t sure if everyone was going to shoot you a stink eye upon arriving, but the moment you saw Mr. Nam’s eyes light up at your figure, you smiled.

“_______!” He sprung up from his seat, causing a half tired Vincenzo to flinch. “Why haven’t you stopped by?”

“I’m sorry. I kind of felt like I didn’t belong here since I work at Wusang.”

That was true.

“You can always leave them and come work here,” Vincenzo yawned before turning to look at you.

“I think I’m okay for now, but I still took Cha-young’s offer into consideration.”

“Oh! Is it because of Joon-woo?” Mr. Nam wiggled his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” you replied with a grin.

“Have you two kissed?”

“We may have given each other a little peck here and there.”

The two of you giggled like little schoolgirls while shaking each others hands in excitement. Vincenzo groaned at the sight in front of him as he rubbed his face.

“Do you two really have to talk about this right now?”

“Oh come on Vincenzo, it’s not like I haven’t noticed how close you and Cha-young have gotten.”

“What?” He stared at you, completely dumbfounded, while the tip of his ears began to turn pink. Both you and Mr. Nam giggled again and ran towards his desk.

“Is that true Mr. Cassano? Do you like Miss–”

“No,” he immediately responded while avoiding eye contact.

“Oh he totally likes her.”

“He does,” Mr. Nam geeked. “Mr. Cassano, if you both were to get married, can I be your best man?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Don’t tell me you prefer Mr. Lee over me!”

“What? No! I meant the wedding is not going to happen Mr. Nam.”

“But you two would make such beautiful babies!”

“Who’s making beautiful babies?”

The two men beside you froze at Cha-young’s voice, neither of you expecting her to show up. Vincenzo quickly began to type gibberish on his laptop, Mr. Nam ran towards his desk before tripping, and you? Well, you grabbed a nearby magazine and pretended to read it.

“______? Why are you…” you heard her pause before letting out a scream. “No!”

“What?!” The three of you questioned.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant with that idiot’s baby!”

“What?!” The color drained from your face as you processed what she asked you. “Who said that?!”

“You did!”

“I did not–”

“Who’s pregnant?”

Now it was your time to actually freeze. You should’ve assumed that Han-seok was going to be tagging along with Cha-young, but it never occurred to you that he would show up here. Oh boy, the moment his eyes landed on you, you wanted to run away and hide. He looked pissed.

“You!” Cha-young thankfully broke the dangerous stare down he was giving you as she pointed at him. “You impregnated my best friend?!”

Now it was Han-seok’s turn to freeze as the color drained from his face. His eyes shot open and he genuinely looked mortified. “I… no wait… you’re pregnant?!”

Whatever anger he was feeling towards you before was gone, but at this moment, you felt so embarrassed and awkward. No one gave you a chance to explain yourself because before you knew it, Cha-young ran towards Han-seok and began to hit him with her folder.

“You moron! How dare you not consult with me first! You think it’s okay to just impregnate her after barely getting together?!”

“What?! I’m innocent!” Han-seok defended himself from her blows. “We’ve been careful!”

“Joon-woo!” You covered your face in embarrassment, not expecting him to out your business like that.

It was complete chaos in the Jipuragi Law Firm. After a couple of more seconds, Cha-young and Han-seok calmed down before everyone slowly turned to look at you — more specifically your stomach.

“I’m not pregnant,” you whined.

“Oh thank goodness,” Cha-young breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way towards you. “Also, why the hell haven’t you visited me?! I should beat you up as well.”

“I’m sorry. Things have just been hectic.” Your apology was sincere, but at the same time, your moments with Han-seok has lately been more important than anything else.

Cha-young only huffed out in annoyance. “Fine I’ll accept your excuse. Anyways,” she turned to look at Han-seok, “you ready to go?”

“Sure thing ex-boss,” he beamed his innocent smile before looking at you directly. “Can ______ come as well?”

“I actually need her for something.”

You did not expect Vincenzo to speak up, let alone need you for something. You shot him a questioning look, and before you could even ask, he once again replied.

“She’s going to help me with a certain case.”

“Wh-wha..?” You were too stunned to speak.

Han-seok’s shoulders grew rigid, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to keep his identity a secret, you know he would’ve stormed across the room and snatched you up.

“Really? About what?” To everyone else, he might’ve appeared curious, but you knew that your boyfriend was silently losing it.

“It’s confidential as of now,” Vincenzo grabbed his belongings before standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Where though?” You questioned. You didn’t necessarily feel safe heading out with a fucking mafia member. You were one-hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t harm you, yet you still feared for your life.

“It’s not anything dangerous or scary,” he reassured you. “You’re a girl, and I need your opinion on something.”

Now he was making no sense, but nonetheless, you nodded your head and followed him out. You sent Han-seok one last look, trying to tell him that you’ll be okay, but the moment you stepped out of Geumga plaza you felt your phone vibrate.

‘You better turn your location on right now.’

That was a demand, not a question. You quickly did as he asked before hopping inside the SUV with Vincenzo.

“You okay?”

Your palms are super sweaty and you feel like you’re going to pass out any second. No, you’re not okay. You have no clue as to why he needed you to come with him. Is he planning on using you for one of his dirty tasks? Does he know the truth and is actually kidnapping you? What if he’s going to try to torture information out of you?

Oh god, you regret coming along. You should’ve listened to Han-seok and take him up on his offer on tagging along with him and Cha-young. The three of you were so close before, and it would’ve felt nostalgic having the three musketeers reunite for a bit.

“I didn’t think shopping for jewelry would put you in a nervous wreck,” Vincenzo’s voice brought you back to your senses.

You blinked at him, feeling unsure on how to respond. It took you a while to process his words before you answered back like a lost idiot. “Huh?”

Huh? That’s all you could say?

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Are you deaf too?”

“Okay now you’re just being straight up rude.”

“Because you’re not answering me.” You could tell he was getting a bit annoyed, something that made your skin crawl. God, you were so on edge because of him.

“Okay… so enlighten me then. Why are you bringing me along?”

Now it was his turn to look uncomfortable, making your curiosity peak as your eyes trained on the shifting of his shoulders. What he said next almost made you lose your shit.

“Do you know if Cha-young likes jewelry?”

Four hours and fifteen stores later, you managed to help Vincenzo find a gorgeous pair of earrings for Cha-young — though a part of you hoped it would’ve been an engagement ring he was searching for. Nonetheless, this confirmed your suspicion of him fancying Cha-young, and it also eased your worry in suspecting that he would hurt you in any way. You felt accomplished on your mission in getting closer to Vincenzo, more importantly, squeezing your way onto his good side.

After your boy-girl shopping trip, he dropped you back off at Geumga plaza, claiming he had somewhere to go and stating that Joon-woo and Cha-young should be back any time soon. You were currently swirling in one of the chairs in the office, playing Call of Duty mobile, as Mr. Nam typed away on his computer, drinking what appeared to be some soju. The sound of his phone ringing caught your attention, but what made it more peculiar was the way he stared at you in horror.

What the hell is going on?

“Yes, she’s with me.”

He’s talking about you, but who’s on the other line?

“Got it. Okay.” Then he hung up.

Not wanting to be left in the dark, you stood up and made your way towards him. “What’s going on?”

“Um nothing… actually no… Cha-young will explain everything.”

“Explain what? I have a right to know since it was obvious that you were talking about me.”

His phone pinged, resulting in the two of you to stare at it at the same time, and before you knew it, you ran to grab his phone, making him yell and push you back as he held it up high. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you needed to know what was going on. You aimed and kneed him where the sun doesn’t shine, and Mr. Nam let out a choked up scream before collapsing on the ground. You snatched his phone from his grasp and read over the message that Cha-young sent to him.

‘Please don’t tell her yet. I don’t know how she’ll react knowing that Joon-woo isn’t who he says he is. He’s definitely using her to get information from us so let me break the news to her slowly.’

They know. They fucking know.

How? Who told them? What clues were left behind? Was Han-seok being followed? You were sure that your group tossed out the important pieces to the puzzle, that way the Jipuragi Law Firm could not piece together what was destroyed. You guys hid his identity so well, so what the fuck happened? The situation slowly dawned on you when you remembered what Vincenzo said earlier.

“Wait here. Joon-woo and Cha-young should be back shortly, but I have somewhere to go.”

“Where?” You questioned.

You knew he was hiding something, but what exactly? All Vincenzo did was smile and say that it was something important.

You pieced it all together; knowing too well that Vincenzo was most likely on his way to end Han-seok. No, over your dead fucking body. You ran out of the office, ignoring Mr. Nam’s pleas as you whipped out your phone and called Prosecutor Jung, letting him know to check up on Joon-woo as soon as possible.

Vincenzo may or may not be there, but you’re not taking the risk. You are not letting that bastard take away the love of your life. The fear and anger that shook through your body made you almost loose your footing as you wasted no time in calling your boyfriend. He didn’t answer, something that made your worry spike ten times more. You hastily called Ms. Choi who picked up on the first ring.

“What–”

“They know.” You were safely out of Geumga plaza at this point. “They know he’s Han-seok.”

You didn’t have to explain more to her, because she knew who you were talking about. “How?”

“I don’t know yet, but I just found out from looking at Mr. Nan’s phone and seeing Cha-young’s text. Ms. Choi I’m afraid something happened to Han-seok. He’s not answering his phone and…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you began to hiccup with tears running down your cheeks.

“Okay, calm down,” you could hear the frustration and annoyance within her tone. “I’ll try calling him as well. If he calls either of us, let me know.”

“O-Okay.” You hate being weak in front of others — absolutely despise it — especially when it comes to those who show no fear. “I called Prosecutor–”

Then the line went dead. You looked at your phone, your body furiously shaking when you noticed that it lost battery.

“Motherfucker!” You screamed and punched a nearby wall, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm. You simply couldn’t stop. You were livid, your emotions were in no control as you repeatedly punched the brick wall in front of you. Your mind began to envision a certain male figure; making you lose more control of yourself.

“You Mafia bastard!”

You wanted him dead. Funny how things can quickly change within a blink of an eye.

Searching for a cab was surprisingly difficult, but you were thankful that the driver was kind enough to let you borrow his phone. You immediately dialed Ms. Choi’s number and felt relief hit you when she answered.

“Ms. Choi, it’s me.”

There was a long pause on her end before you heard his voice on the other line.

“Babydoll? Are you okay?”

“Han… Han-seok?” You shakily cried.

“What’s wrong? Whose number is this? Fuck _______ where are you right now?”

“I-I’m in a cab right now, on my way to your apartment, but please… are… are you okay?”

You heard him breathe out a sigh of relief. “Don’t worry about me. Take a detour and head to the Prosecutor’s office. I’m currently here with Ms. Choi, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a second. I love you.”

“I love you too, babydoll.”

The drive to Prosecutor Jung’s office felt like it dragged for ages — even though it was ten minutes away. The moment the cab came to a halt, you scurried out and made your way inside, desperately searching for Han-seok. When your eyes caught sight of him, it felt like you could finally breathe, and before you knew it, you were sprinting towards him. He turned at the sound of your footsteps; looking like he experienced hell as well. In two big strides he was already in front of you, and he scooped you into his arms and held you tightly against his chest.

That’s when you let the tears come out. You were hyperventilating onto his shoulder, gripping the coat of his suit tightly with your sprained hands before they moved to touch his hair, all while he cooed in your ear and left soft kisses on your shoulder. Hugging him has never felt better before. You can be at peace knowing that he’s safe in your arms, but how long will that peace last now that Vincenzo knows about his true identity? The war has just begun, and you plan on fighting in it, to protect the one thing that means the most to you.

No one is going to take him from you. No one is going to ruin your happiness.

You pulled away and took a hold of his face, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He responded almost immediately, but the sound of someone smacking their lips behind Han-seok made you stop. You slowly turned to look at an easily annoyed Ms. Choi, who watched you two with her arms crossed.

“Do you have something stuck in your teeth or do you have a problem with me kissing my boyfriend?” You snapped.

Your comment definitely caught her off guard, and it even threw off Han-seok as well.

“Hey hey,” he directed your attention back to him. “No need to be aggressive baby. You–” his eyes finally trained on your knuckles. “What happened?”

The way his voice got dangerously low made you shudder. “I punched a building, I’m sorry. I was so angry thinking that Vincenzo possibly hurt you and I just couldn’t stop. I’m okay though, it just stings.”

Han-seok proceeded to kiss your knuckles with delicacy. “Mm, so you do get crazy for me, huh babydoll?”

“No one’s taking you away from me.”

“And no one will. I won’t allow that.”

After being in the clear to leave, the three of you were heading towards the exit, both you and Han-seok holding each other close by intertwining your fingers together. After finding out that Han-seok feigned innocence when Prosecutor Jung showed up — thank the lord that you called him — you all collectively agreed to continue to lie about him being Han-seok. As far as you know, Vincenzo has no solid proof against him, which means he can still play the role as Jang Joon-woo.

“You’re leaving already, Mr. Chairman?”

The sound of Cha-young’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You were hoping that you wouldn’t bump into her, but of course nothing is inevitable.

“Cha-young,” Han-seok spoke out.

“Of course,” Ms. Choi hissed in irritation. “Mr. Jang is a victim of attempted murder. There’s no reason at all for him to kept here.”

Cha-young ignored your supervisor as her eyes were trained on you. “I hope you know he’s lying to you ______.”

“Cha-young, there must be a misunderstanding,” Han-seok tried to explain in a calm tone.

Your body had a mind of its own the moment Cha-young began to slap him, because you shoved yourself forward, pushed her, and slapped her back just as hard. Everyone went silent while her eyes looked at you with betrayal, and for a second you felt a wave of disappointment hit you. Why did I do that? She’s my best friend. Then everything began to flood back. Her and Vincenzo trying to ruin your happiness; to take him away from you. You’re not going to let that slide, and she absolutely deserved to get slapped in the face for even putting her hands on Han-seok.

“______ stop,” Han-seok pleaded while pulling you away from Cha-young. “She needs to hear me out.”

Neither of you said anything, giving him the perfect opportunity to clear his name. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Fine, let’s say it’s no big deal for a person to fool another person. You had fun, I feel like shit. You turned my best friend against me and you’re also lying to her. But this is on another level. You brutally murdered innocent people and shamelessly put on an act without feeling any guilt about killing them. That means you are less than human and don’t deserve to live.”

You heard enough. Once again, you placed yourself in between Han-seok and Cha-young. “You need to stop. You’re lucky Joon-woo decided not to press charges against your crazed mafia bastard. If anyone is less than human, it’s him.”

Cha-young scoffed. “Are you serious right now?”

You didn’t feel like entertaining the conversation more, so you took a hold of Han-seok’s hand and made your way towards the exit, but not before saying one last comment to Cha-young as you walked past her.

“You better keep your dog on a tight leash.”

But of course, she always has to have the last word.

“Take good care of your master. We’re done.”

The ride back to Han-seok’s apartment was definitively eerie, no one bothering to utter out a word. The severity of the situation was finally settling in, knowing that Han-seok has a target painted at the back of his head, and soon you will too. You’ve come to terms with knowing that Cha-young is no longer going to talk to you. Whatever relationship you had left with her has vanished. Vincenzo is going to come for you all; you will have to plan accordingly to take him down.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Mr. Han and Han-seo waiting for you all in the living room. Han-seok shook his coat off and threw it on the floor, not bothering to take a seat as he began to slowly pace in front of the couches. You took a seat in one of the arm chairs that sat behind him, your body facing the rest of the group. After a few more moments of silence, Han-seo decided to speak.

“It’s a relief seeing that you’re okay, sir.”

“Yes, yes. We’re glad to see that you weren’t harmed,” Mr. Han agreed.

“Damn it,” Han-seok muttered out. You turned to look at him, noticing that he was bent down and slightly grazing the floor with his fingers. He appeared to flick something off before standing up. “The floor got all dirty!”

“That bastard almost shot you, yet you’re worried about the floor?” You deplored.

“Yes babydoll, I am,” he replied almost sarcastically. “Why did they have to come in here with their shoes on?”

Really? You pray that he’s just messing with you.

“Why wasn’t Vincenzo arrested?” He questioned Ms. Choi. Before she could utter out a response, Mr. Han spoke instead.

“Prosecutor Jung concluded that his gun was fake and he should only be charged with intimidation.”

Now that was news to both of you.

“His gun was fake?”

“I think Prosecutor Jung fabricated it,” Ms. Choi explained.

“He calls himself a prosecutor of integrity, but he’s colluding with a Mafia member,” Han-seo scoffed in annoyance.

Oh lord, was that true? You were the one who called Prosecutor Jung to Han-seok’s place, but you weren’t aware that him and Vincenzo could possibly be working together.

“I called him to your place,” you answered while anxiously biting your nails. “When I found out that Vincenzo was possibly going to your place, I called Prosecutor Jung. I didn’t know he could be working with Vincenzo.”

“We don’t know that for sure. We’ll have to do some digging,” Ms. Choi stated before turning to look at Han-seok. “Why don’t you stay low for a couple weeks?”

“Nope, no,” Han-seok plopped down in the armchair next to you. “I’m fine. Let him kill me if he can.”

“Shut up before I slap you,” you snapped, not realizing that you were slightly shaking. Was it anger? Anxiety? Who knows, but you felt very irritable right now.

“Wow, really?” He laughed and leaned his body forward. “Okay, give me your best hit. Come on.”

You had enough. Without saying another word, you stood up and walked towards his bedroom, not wanting to cry in front of the others. You tend to get overly emotional when you grow angry, and you’re not sure why Han-seok is trying to push your buttons after this whole situation. Maybe he’s just trying to act tough and cold in front of the group, but whatever he’s doing, it’s pissing you off. Could he at least be more considerate of your emotions? He saw the way you were back at the station — broken and hysterical.

None of this is a game to you. He could’ve died if Vincenzo chose to show no mercy. It’s frustrating to see that Han-seok fails to grasp how severe the situation has gotten.

Letting out a groan, you plopped yourself on the bed, but the stinging sensation of your bruised knuckles hitting the duvet made you hiss. You inspected them carefully and noticed the dried blood; you also saw the area beginning to swell up. You made your way to the bathroom and began to search Han-seok’s cabinets for any first aid equipment.

And speak of the devil, you heard him walk inside the room.

“What are you going?” He questioned with curiosity.

“Do you have any rubbing alcohol?”

He frowned at your question, before his line of vision focused on your hands. He swiftly marched over to you and grabbed both of your wrists.

“Are you sure they didn’t hurt you?”

You don’t even want to think about that moment. You remember feeling so hopeless, useless, and lonely.

“Babydoll don’t cry please. Just tell me what happened. Did anyone hurt you?”

You didn’t even realize that you were crying, but now that he mentioned it, you couldn’t stop. He brought you in for a hug, careful to not hurt your hands, as he let you cry against his chest.

“I thought I lost you,” you bellowed with anguish. “You… you weren’t answering my calls. I cou… I couldn’t get a hold of you. All I could think about was how that bastard possibly took you from me… so I just lost it and punched that brick wall so many times, pretending that it was Vincenzo.

“He’s fucking dangerous, yet here you are… joking and saying that he can try to kill you. Do… do you not realize how much you fucking mean to me? How frustrating it is to see you gamble with your life. Baby…. please just lay low.”

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed circles on your back. “I am.”

Your eyes sprung open before looking up to see him. “What?”

“I’m going to stay at my father’s vacation home for a while. Han-seo will handle everything here temporarily.”

You were relieved to say the least, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart leaping in your chest when he smiled back at you.

“I want you to come with me,” he explained while caressing your cheek. “I want to keep you close.”

He doesn’t even have to ask you twice, the answer will always be yes. His fingers tucked themselves underneath your chin while his thumb grazed your lips. You softly kissed it, feeling a warm hum of affection building inside you as you met his gaze. Without a word, he leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a tender, meaningful kiss. You felt his fingers wrap themselves behind your neck while you placed both of your hands on either side of his face.

You held each other closely, as if making sure that this moment was real and you were both safe. Today was a close call — something neither of you could risk happening ever again. Others may see your relationship as sick and twisted, but nothing is more powerful in this world than love, and that’s something that’s holding you two together. You’re each other’s motivation; the sole reason of not giving up. Han-seok would kill every single person that tries to take you from him if he has to, and you? Well, you would do the exact same.

You may not be sinister or sick as him, but you’re crazy in love, and that’s enough motivation to keep you going, to fight for what is yours. No one — not Vincenzo or Cha-young — will take Han-seok away from you.

And if they do, then you can play the crazy mourning girlfriend, and strike them both when they least expect it.

a/n: i was lowkey imagining han-seok and the reader hugging like this at the station. the ANGGSSTT

also… be prepared for more angst in the next part.

#SoundCloud #vincenzo kdrama #jang hanseok #jang hanseok fic #reader x jang hanseok #jang hanseok oneshot #reader x jang joon woo #jang joonwoo #vincenzo hanseok #jang joon woo #vincenzo

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luvxkdrama · 1 year

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— temptation

pairing : jang junwoo // jang hanseok x reader

warnings : adult content (18+), smut, slight choking, cursing

word count : 1.8k

summary : After joining Hanseok’s team, you end up becoming surprisingly close to him

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The second you entered the large room, all eyes were on you, however it didn’t intimidate you, on the contrary, the corner of your mouth raised into a discreet smirk.

“Mr. Jang, this is the lawyer I talked to you about, Y/N.” Mrs. Choi introduced you to the tall, brown-haired man which you assumed was the boss, based on his rather dark yet charismatic aura.

“She is way younger than I thought.” He noticed, his gaze travelling all over your body. “Who would’ve thought such a young person carries the title of the best South Korea’s Lawyer.” He admitted, raising one of his eyebrows.

“If I’m not mistaken, you aren’t old either and yet you are Babel’s feared chairman. As you can see success has nothing to do with age.” You exclaimed, sitting down on one of the chairs.

You looked around the room and noticed everyone else besides you and the chairman, standing. Before you could comment anything, Mr. Jang nodded his head at them, as a sign to sit down.

In the corner of your eye, two unfamiliar men sitting at the table caught your attention. You must’ve not really seen them when you entered the room.

“May I ask who are you?” You looked at one of the men whose face had soft surprisingly soft features and dark, sliced back hair.

“I’m Jang Hanseo, the boss’s brother.” He said, looking around the room, seeming uncomfortable with eye contacts.

“My name is Han Seung Hyuk.” The second man spoke up and you gave them both a tiny smile before turning your head towards the chairman.

“Let’s go straight to the point, Mrs. Y/N are you willing to join my team and become even more successful than you already are?” He smirked, waiting for your answer.

“Well Mrs. Choi didn’t really go into details so I still don’t know what I would have to do specifically.” You admitted, leaning into your chair.

“Do what you’re the best at, defend me and Babel if we ever get into troubles. Babel is going to be very soon the most powerful company in South Korea so trust me, you won’t regret working with us.” He said shortly.

“Do you expect me to do anything else than defending, which include crimes and illegal activities?” You cocked your eyebrow, watching Mr. Jang’s lips turn into a smirk.

Thanks to the years of your career, you were able to read people better than books so the second you entered the room, you knew he wasn’t a simple, successful chairman. Maybe it was his dark gaze or his strange aura, you weren’t sure but something was off about him.

“I will be honest with you, Mrs. Y/N. You, personally won’t be involved in anything that goes against the law, you’ll leave it to us.” He said, sincerely not looking fazed by what you said.

“I’m in.”

After a few months, you got to know your team better and you often spent time with them outside of your work hours because their presence genuinely made you feel better. However, there was one particular person with whom you got significantly closer than with the others : Jang Hanseok.

Although, you promised yourself to never get your personal feelings involved in your work, you couldn’t help but feel your knees get weaker at every eye contact you shared with the chairman.

At first, you completely neglected your feelings, actually cursing yourself for acting this way until you started noticing Hanseok acting different than usually. Although he wanted to act indifferent, his body language heavily betrayed him.

Whenever you spoke to him, he’d lean towards you saying he couldn’t hear well, until your lips were practically a few centimetres away from each other.

But even though, you could read people like books, you weren’t a hundred precent confident Hanseok was into you, so you decided to let it slide for the time being.

The first serious charges towards Babel appeared on the internet after a few months since you’ve joined the team. Usually, Hanseok was able to make the articles disappear thanks to his connection but this time the charges were too serious and you needed to take it to the court.

Thanks your unbeatable lawyer skills, you had no issue winning against Vincenzo’s team. Even though they had proofs and witnesses, you predicted each one of their moves and you were able to defend Babel properly.

Once at Hanseok’s apartment, everyone clicked their glasses filled with champagne and celebrated your victory.

“Y/N you were amazing back there, you didn’t even stutter once!” Hanseo noticed, smiling at you.

“The key to success is confidence.” You admitted, comfortably leaning your body into the black couch.

“I have to admit, we would have been in a very bad spot if it wasn’t for you.” Mrs Choi added, sipping champagne afterwards.

“You all flatter me too much.” You laughed.

Everyone talked about the trial yet the person you were expecting to be the happiest among the team, didn’t even spare you a word. Hanseok was sitting on one of his armchairs, seeming lost in his own thoughts.

Midnight eventually came by and everyone decided to head to their houses. You bid your goodbyes to Hanseo, Mrs. Choi and Mr. Han who quickly left the mansion and you were about to put your shoes on when Hanseok grabbed your arm.

You turned around and you felt his his gaze pierce trough your soul. Your breath hitched when Hanseok’s eyes shamelessly stared at your lips, noticing his pupils expanding.

Without a second thought, Hanseok put his hand behind your neck and locked your lips together.

At first, you were in a state of shock, not excepting the evening to take such a 180° turn but you quickly smiled into the kiss, giving him the hint to continue.

“I didn’t get to properly thank you for what you did today.” He whispered, between the kisses. “So let me show you how grateful I am.” He smirked and suddenly picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso.

None of you dared to break the kiss and Hanseok eventually led you to his bedroom where he carefully laid you down on the massive bed.

“Properly thank me?” You cocked one of your eyebrows, looking at your boss who was on his knees between your legs.

“If it wasn’t for you, we would’ve lost over 760 million dollars today.” He admitted, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

You couldn’t help but moan at the pleasing feeling of his hot tongue doing wonders on your sensitive skin. His big hands roamed over your body, driving you crazy.

“May I?” He looked at your shirt and one nod was enough for him to rip it open. He smirked as his eyes devoured your body. “Holy shit Y/N.”

You chuckled at his reaction and he quickly took off your pants, only leaving you in your undergarments. His mouth started savouring your chest, progressively going down your body until he was face to face with your private area.

He didn’t hesitate to bury his face inside you which took you by surprise and made you moan his name out loud. Your fingers gripped his locks while his mouth sent an euphoric feeling through your whole body.

“Han- Hanseok” You stuttered, gripping the white bedsheets next to you. A certain pressure started building in your lower abdomen.

“Let it out princess.” His raspy voice sent vibrations on your private area which only made the feeling ten times better.

As his dark eyes met yours, you moaned out loud and arched your back before you ended up coming into his mouth.

“You taste so good.” He hummed, still busy eating you out down there.

Although the pleasure felt like heaven, you started becoming too overwhelmed so you whined, slightly pulling at Hanseok’s hair.

He got the hint and slowly came back to hover above you. His well-built body and big muscles made you feel insanely small under him.

“Is someone tired already, hm?” He ran his finger under your chin and you felt his member pocking your inner thigh trough his pants.

You shook your head and slowly pumped him trough the fabric. He smirked and breathed out at the feeling. After helping him take off his clothes, you made him sit down on the bed with his back against the headboard.

“You’re driving me crazy Y/N.” He moaned when you left a few hickeys on his neck and chest, finally marking him as yours.

After a few minutes of kissing and teasing, you carefully positioned yourself between his legs and sat down on his member, making you both gasp out loud. Hanseok immediately placed his hands on your waist, waiting for you to adjust before helping you move.

“You good?” He breathed out and you nodded, feeling his manhood stretching you out.

Although you had a few boyfriends before him, none of them had such an impressive length like Hanseok did.

Once you were fully comfortable, you started riding him, making both of you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck.” He groaned, speeding up your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder as a way to muffle your loud moans.

“Let me hear you baby.” He whispered, adding hip thrusts to match your movements and at the same time completely rocking your world.

When he saw you didn’t budge your head from his shoulder, he grabbed your neck with one his hands and slightly choked you which only brought you more pleasure. You leaned in and locked your lips together, the kiss being wet and messy.

After a few minutes you felt yourself clenching around his member, meaning you were close.

“Fuck do that again.” He moaned with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. You smirked at how submissive he looked in that particular moment.

His grip on your waist tightened, definitely leaving bruises, yet the pain added more pleasure.

You both eventually came together with loud moans echoing trough the empty house. Hanseok gently laid you down on your side and put your head on his chest, letting you rest. While you were busy regaining strength, he played with your hair and admired your face.

“Let’s go take a bath before sleeping.” He caressed your cheek and picked you up before leading you to the bathroom.

He carefully washed your whole body and gave you one of his shirts to wear in order to make you feel more comfortable. You both eventually fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, not fully knowing what tomorrow will bring. But none of you two cared. All that mattered at that moment was your presence besides each other.

#jang han seok x reader #hanseok vincenzo x reader #han seok x reader #vincenzo x reader #vincenzo #jang hanseok x reader #jang jun woo x reader #jang junwoo x reader #jang jun woo #jang junwoo #hanseo #jang hanseo #kdrama x reader #kdrama #ok taecyeon

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dongyeonsimp · 3 months

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Ok but picture the geumza plaza residents and Vincenzo slowly realising just how much Han Seo is affected still by the abuse and how much is ingrained in him. Like the little things such as being asked to choose what food he wants, so he chooses bland food because he's used to what he 'wants' being something completely different to his actual likes because he doesn't think his opinions matter/are better or valid and because his mind is still in 'please everyone around you by answering how you think they want you to' mode. So then slowly they realise whats going on and let him know he CAN choose for himself and his choices aren't 'wrong' so he gets happy as if he's just won the lottery (not as if he needs the money anyway lol). They all would just be baffled at the idea of someone not being used to affection at all, and it'd be a horrible wakeup call to treat Han Seo nicer

I'm just imagining them realising how much they take for granted when they present Han Seo with the smallest of kindness and he's like 'WHOA this is so cool!'

#i could go on and on tbh #vincenzo #jang han seo #tvn vincenzo #jang hanseo #the jang bros #vincenzo cassano #jang han seok #jang hanseok #hong cha young #fuck han seok

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karpasan · 5 months

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Sometimes I see people sleeping on the fact that the one who actually ruined Hanseok was Hanseo. Vincenzo and Cha Young were the ones that humiliated him in his own game but Hanseo was in fact the one that made him afraid to die an anonymous death when he almost killed him and the one responsible for his ultimate downfall when he rebelled and attacked him when Vincenzo was paralised fearing for Cha Young's life and with the trackers.

To think that if Hanseok had treated Hanseo with care he might have had the most loyal partner kinda makes me go insane 🧍‍♀️

#jang han seo #jang han seok #jang brothers #hanseo #hanseok #vincenzo

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reallyverybored · 1 year

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Matching his crazy — (6) Jealousy || [Jang Han-seok x reader]

You worked until three in the morning, not getting any closer to the end of unread emails as they just kept pouring in. But Han-seok had enough of you not being in bed with him, so he came out of the bedroom to take the laptop away from you, even putting your phone on the coffee table so it wouldn’t wake you up. Despite being tired, you didn’t want to finish it yet, but he was persistent, so he just picked you up and carried you to bed.

In the morning he woke you up by placing kisses on the back of your head and neck, then shifted in bed to have access to your lips. You returned his kiss, your body reacting automatically despite still being half-asleep, but when you turned to face him, he pulled away with a smile then kissed your forehead.

“You were up late, I’ll let you go back to sleep,” he told you as he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just wanted to remind you of our lunch. At noon. I’ll text you the address.” Nodding, you buried your head back into the pillow and wrapped an arm around his body. “Hey, I have to get ready for work,” he said with a short laugh before peeling your arm off of himself.

A disappointed groan left your lips, but you didn’t object. He could tell you would be asleep in a minute or two again, so he got out of bed and went to take a shower. Though he wished he could stay to spend more time with you, he couldn’t do that. As long as he played his role at Wusang, he couldn’t let himself get to work late. For now he had to be the goofy intern, the one who was eager to learn from all of those big-shot lawyers. With Cha-young gone, though, he wondered how things would go from now on.

After taking a cold shower, he stood in the spacious walk-in closet and looked down at his watches, trying to decide which one to wear today, but then his eyes fell on the smaller, more delicate watch on the side. It was yours, the one he had given you as a gift a few years ago, the very same you gave him because you assumed it would end up being a trophy one way or another anyway. But he would never hurt you, and he didn’t think you would ever give him a reason to do that.

The two of you were perfect together, he knew that, and you were the only person in the world he actually cared about. Being away from you after the break-up, after he had been such an idiot to sleep with a woman he barely knew just to mess with the man she was with, was the hardest thing he ever went through.

He missed you every day, he tried to call you, he sent you countless messages, but you ignored him, and at one point you even blocked him on social media. Until this day he had no idea why you had decided to pick up the phone right when he needed you, but he was glad you did. It just meant you were supposed to be together, that fate or whatever was working in the background wanted him to get you back in his life.

Once he drank a cup of coffee and was ready to leave, he went back to the bedroom to give you one last kiss. He couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. In the current situation his attachment to you was a liability, he knew that. But he wasn’t about to give you up, he just had to find a way to get what he wanted with you on his side.

The day went by, and in a blink of an eye Han-seok found himself in the small restaurant he chose to meet you for lunch. He glanced down at his watch and noted that you were late. It wasn’t like you, you were known for being punctual. Letting out a sigh, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed your number, but just as it told him the line was busy, his eyes finally fell on you.

You were gorgeous in the royal blue dress you wore, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He stood up to greet you, happy to let everyone know you were coming to meet him, but you were on the phone and your attention wasn’t fully on him. When you got within earshot, though, you quickly ended the call you were in, then wrapped your arms around his body. He wondered who you were talking to, after all it was late night back in the States.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you as you both sat down.

Nodding, you reached for the water bottle and poured yourself a glass. “But I hated that you left me there like that.”

“I thought you were half-asleep,” Han-seok noted with a smirk. You gave him a pointed look over your glass. “Anyway,” he spoke up again, changing the subject. “Today we will celebrate. They made me a partner at Wusang.”

You carefully put down the glass and watched him with a curious look on your face. “Why? I thought you didn’t want to be in the spotlight,” you told him with your head sweetly tilted to the side.

He reached out to take your hand, his thumb drawing circles into your skin. He wanted to trust you, he truly did, but until he figured out who you were talking to on the phone when you arrived, he couldn’t think straight. Jealousy was clouding his mind despite his brain constantly reminding him that you were loyal to him.

He explained his plan to you, although he kept certain details to himself. Details like still looking for Cha-young to get information he might use against them. He knew you would overreact and assume he would make the same mistake again. You didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t interested in him, and honestly, he had no idea how he else should have told you there was nothing to worry about.

When he finished, you leaned back in your chair and took a good look at him. “You thought of everything,” you noted.

“As usual,” was all he said in response. For long seconds he watched you in silence, wondering what to say. The thought of you talking to someone else was still bothering him, so he took a deep breath and braced himself for your possible reaction. “By the way, who were you talking to when you got here? It’s pretty late back home, isn’t it?” he asked as casually as he could.

“A friend of mine,” you replied with a shrug, refusing to elaborate.

After all those years together, he knew your body language. The way you looked away after answering meant you weren’t really interested in keeping this conversation going. He wondered if you just avoided the topic or just had enough of him for the time being. He felt offended by the thought of you not wanting to be in his company, but since he wasn’t sure if that was the case, he didn’t say anything.

“I should probably go back to the office,” Han-seok said eventually, even though he didn’t move. He didn’t want to leave you, mostly because he didn’t trust you right now.

But you seemed relaxed, as if you weren’t keeping any secrets from him. “I’ll go back to your place and work a little. Hopefully I won’t have to pull another all-nighter.”

After he nodded with a forced smile, both of you stood up and he pulled you into a hug that was probably unnecessarily tight considering you quickly tried to push him away. So he let go, coming to the conclusion that playing nice was his best option for now.

The next days passed in a kind of tension that could hardly be described. With each passing day he became more sure that you were hiding something from him, but he didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t think you would tell him anytime soon, even if he asked.

So he wasn’t expecting to be welcomed by you throwing a bunch of photos in front of him in the living room, all of them having him and Cha-young on them.

“Care to explain?” you asked with a sweet smile.

There it was, the jealous side of you he hadn’t seen since you arrived. “I need to keep an eye on her and her friend.”

“I thought I made myself clear back when I got here. I had a bad feeling and look at what the private investigator found.”

Han-seok nodded, but he didn’t say anything. He wanted to know what was going on in that gorgeous head of yours. You had said you would hurt Cha-young if he kept playing his game, he remembered, but he wasn’t sure if you would follow through in a country where you had no connections apart from him.

You let out a sigh as you stood up and stood in front of him. “But I’ve been thinking. It would be unfair of me to punish her when you’re the one chasing her,” you said surprisingly calmly with a cold edge to your voice. “Now, I’ve already packed my suitcase, and I guess my taxi is waiting outside. If you’ll excuse me,” you began, but instead of finishing the sentence, you just walked by him and pulled out your suitcase from behind the couch.

“You can’t be serious. You can’t leave me,” he told you sternly, having a hard time keeping his emotions under control. When you let out a carefree laugh and began to head towards the door, he walked up to you and grabbed your arm to yank you back. “You can’t leave me,” he repeated slowly.

He was already frustrated because of being beaten in court on the first day, and now you were making things worse by leaving. There was no way he would let that happen. Not after he finally got you back. He had fucked up once and lost you, he wasn’t about to go through that again.

“Watch me,” you hissed as you pulled your arm away and turned to walk out of the house.

“And where are you going?”

“Home.”

No. No, no, no, you couldn’t go home, not yet. “Remember how you asked me to trust you when you talk to other men?” he asked, making you come to an abrupt halt with this question. “I’m asking you the same thing. I wouldn’t cheat on you again, you need to believe me.”

Letting out a loud, almost theatrical sigh, you turned around to look at him. “I still need space,” you replied. “Just for a couple of days.”

“But only for a few days and you stay in the country,” Han-seok said with a finger pointed at you. For a few seconds you thought about this, then you nodded. “Good. Promise you’ll answer the phone when I call you. I need to know you’re okay, I need to hear your voice.”

“Sure. Goodnight,” you said then left the house.

Once you got into the taxi, you asked the driver to start driving in any direction while you made a call. You tried to work yourself up, bringing out the tears and making your voice sound like you’ve been crying for a while now. By the time the person you called picked up, you were a mess.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you this late, but we got into a fight and I can’t stay with him. I–I could go to a hotel, but I don’t want to be alone after what happened. Would it be too much to ask to let me stay at your place tonight? Just one night, I’ll leave tomorrow,” you begged.

“No, it’s okay, I’ll text you the address,” the voice at the other end of the line assured you.

With a wide smile on your lips, you told the driver the address then put away the phone and looked out the window. It was a good start. Your dear boyfriend will soon learn that two can play this game.

#vincenzo #jang han seok #jang han-seok #jang han seok x reader #jang han-seok x reader #jang joon woo #jang joon woo x reader #jang joon-woo #jang joon-woo x reader #jang hanseok #jang hanseok x reader #matching his crazy

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kdramasource · 2 years

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That’s enough, Jang Hanseok. Damn it. You got me.

SONG JOONGKI & OK TAECYEON as VINCENZO CASSANO & JANG HANSEOK VINCENZO || Ep. 11

#vincenzo #vincenzoedit #kdramadaily #kdramaedit #dailynetflix #netflixedit #asiandramasource #kdrama #dailyasiandramas #asiandramaedit #cinematv #jang hanseok #vincenzo cassano #ok taecyeon #song joong ki #by us #by anna #gifs

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greensaplinggrace · 4 months

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my favorite thing about vincenzo is that for the majority of the show han-seok thinks he knows the rules of the game he's playing and it turns out that he's just leagues off. like it really is the case of a fucking pitbull that's only ever interacted with other dogs before suddenly meeting a cat for the first time

#vincenzo cassano #jang han seok #jang hanseok #vincenzo #aslkfjsd and by the time he finds out its way too late for him lol #idk i think it was refreshing that for once #we get a 'why are you going easy on them' scene for the villain #where the villain actually goes 'im not'#vincenzo is seriously just way out of his league and the only reason #he ever even makes ground is because vincenzo is playing an entirely different game with entirely different rules #that he doesn't even know about #mans is the definition of playing with your food #myramblings

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trivialcve · 2 years

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DRAMAWEEN 2022: ANOTHER BAD BOY DOWN – A FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Now, who is the eledest son? He was always smart and active. He was always the top student. He didn’t graduate from Stanford Law School as the top student, but he got good grades. On top of that, God made him perfect and charismatic. So who is it? Who? It’s me, Jang Joonwoo.

JANG JOONWOO in VINCENZO (2021) ( in/sp. )

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crookedkingdomruinedme · 10 months

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Vincenzo: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.

Jungwoo:

Vincenzo: Vroom vroom, come out already.

#vincenzo funny #vincenzo incorrect quotes #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #hong chayoung #hong cha young #jang han seo #jang han seok #jang hanseok #jang hanseo #the jang bros

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drama--universe · 1 year

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Interruption

Requested by anonymous: hi can i request a jang hanseok x reader where the reader is hanseoks only soft spot and treats you super well and stuff and the other babel/wussng employees were shocked when he just let you into his work space when he was super stressed and angry and didn’t yell at you or anything. sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 😭 i’m such a sucker for the villains of k dramas for some reason

Pairing: Jang Han-Seok x reader

Word Count: 0.6k words

Warnings: anger issues, cursing, suggestive ending

"Please, noona." Han-Seo was pleading at this point, begging you to come to Babel as his brother was destroying his office. You knew well enough that Han-Seo took pride in how neat his office was, so Han-Seok destroying it was probably really discouraging to the younger. However, you were working at the moment and your boss was already annoyed at you. Then again, Han-Seok would probably hurt himself so it would be better to go now before that happened.

With that, you decided to pack up and go. The way there was only a couple of minutes and the elevator ride felt like an eternity. When the doors opened, however, you almost wanted to leave again. The screams from Han-Seok were clear, even through the glass doors, and you could see that many people were uncomfortable. So you marched inside, being greeted by some employees while many wondered what you were thinking as you walked to the office. Outside stood 3 people, one being Han-Seo and you could recognize the other two as workers that had visited your home once or twice before. You nodded at Han-Seo before passing him and moving to open the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Just give him a couple of more minutes to calm down." The woman, you believed she was named Myung-Hee, spoke and you turned your head before rolling your eyes as you opened the door. As on instinct, you moved your head to the side and something flew past your head and into the hallway.

"I know how to handle him, thanks." You sneered back before moving again, walking into the office and to Han-Seok. The man hadn't notice you yet, but soon did as you laid a hand on his shoulder. His arm was thrown back, but he immediatley stopped once he noticed that it was you. You didn't bother to wait for any kind of response and instead, you stepped closer and hugged him.

"What did we say about destroying Han-Seo's office?" You asked, but the man didn't answer and instead just sat down in his chair. He pulled you along until you sat on his lap, arms still tightly wrapped around your form. You lifted yourself slightly, straddling his thighs before softly kissing his forehead. He calmed down signifyingly, sighing against your shoulder and you could feel stares from the people in the doorway. Han-Seo was the only one that wasn't surprised, he knew well enough that you had his older brother wrapped around your finger.

"Sir?" Myung-Hee was the first to break the silence, stepping in the office to report her findings about Vincenzo. Han-Seok looked up from your shoulder, but his eyes were dull of emotion to the woman.

"Get out." He ordered, his voice stern as if he was scolding a toddler, and Myung-Hee wanted to protest. However, when she saw his hand clenching the fabric of your shirt, she decided that it could wait and left along with the other two. The door was closed behind them and the room grew quiet again.

"Now, darling~" Han-Seok spoke, switching to his English nickname for you and you turned your head to him before yelping as he pulled you into a rough kiss. He was quick to take the lead, lifting you from his lap while doing so. The surface of the desk was painful to be dropped on, but Han-Seok didn't mind the groan of pain and continued. He only stopped when it was clear that neither of you could breath anymore, but the smirk on his face said enough for you.

"What did I say about interrupting me at work?"

#vincenzo #vincenzo x reader #vincenzo junwoo #vincenzo hanseok #vincenzo hanseok x reader #vincezo junwoo x reader #jang junwoo #jang hanseok #jang hanseok x reader #jang junwoo x reader #x reader #reader insert #requested

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zikariogirl · 1 year

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‘ 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ’— 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: ‘𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐳𝐚

summary ┆dating joon-woo was always an adventure for you. he was sweet, caring, had great humor, and was overall a good man. until you find out his true identity. you didn’t hesitate in leaving him, but that only angered him because in his mind — if he can’t have you then no one else should.

warnings ┆ violence & swearing. domestic violence. super toxic oneshot since han-seok is a crazy and psychotic mf

key: bold = english

a/n ┆ the pov’s will change between you and han-seok. the song kill bill is definitely the inspo for this fic because i just know han-seok’s psychotic ass will kill his lover if he needs to

“Surprise!”

You jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice since you were too concentrated on sweeping the floors. Turning around, you came face to face with a plastic bag and a smiling Joon-woo.

“You know you really need to start bringing lunch to work. I hate it when you skip a meal,” he pouted.

“I’m sorry baby,” you sighed, but shot him a smile. “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

The two of you were about to kiss until the sound of two girls snickering made you roll your eyes. Of course your co workers would be spying on the two of you, since they have nothing better to do.

“Oh, hey!” Joon-woo waved at them. “I think they’re looking for you.”

“No they’re not,” you glared at them. “They just wanna spy on us.”

“But you two are so cute!” Hae-won gushed with a pout. “You really lucked out.”

“Please _____, where did you find him? So I can try to find my future husband,” Seo-yun whined.

Your face was turning red in embarrassment and you heard Joon-woo laugh as he pulled you in for a hug. They always do this. Hae-won and Seo-yun never had luck when it came to boys and the moment they found out you had a boyfriend, they had to see him. At first they needed to make sure he was going to be a right fit for you since you “deserve the best” — according to Seo-yun. But when they met Joon-woo and began to see how caring and sweet he was, they cried.

Like, actually cried.

Now, they sulk in their own sorrows of not being able to find their own Joon-woo, since every guy they meet only wants them for their body.

“Maybe if you guys stopped sleeping with every guy you meet then maybe you will find the right one,” your voice was muffled against Joon-woo’s chest but they were able to hear you pretty clear.

“Okay but sex is great,” Hae-won winked. “Which makes me wonder how is your sex life–”

“Okay! We’re done here!” You screamed and began to shove Joon-woo outside of the cafe.

“Well if you must know–”

You cut your boyfriend off by lightly smacking his chest. “Don’t encourage this!”

His angelic laughed echoed throughout the empty cafe before you lead him outside. The streets were a bit empty since it was still early in the morning but you knew you only had a few minutes left until the cafe opened. You gave Joon-woo a quick kiss on the lips but he held you close as he dragged it out.

“Sorry, I just love kissing you,” he grinned when he pulled away. “Another thing, did you want to resume our apartment hunt after work?”

“Of course! I feel excited about it!”

You’ve been dating him for almost a year already and the two of you were ready to take your relationship to the next step. Although he’s the one who will be making most of the income, Joon-woo always reassured you that he doesn’t mind it one bit. It took a bit of negotiating with him, but in the end, you both agreed that he would be in charge of the bills while you take care of the smaller stuff. He really did not want you paying for anything but you insisted.

You gave him one last kiss as you said your goodbyes, feeling thrilled on seeing him later.

Time passed and his career at Wusang began to grow more. He was already doing a great job being an intern for Lawyer Hong, but after she left Wusang, he was appointed as a new lawyer for the cases regarding Babel. His demeanor did seem to slowly change just a bit, but you didn’t think much of it. He was most likely stressed out since Ms. Hong and her new partner were not making it easy for Wusang.

Joon-woo walked inside looking tense as ever. Something was definitely bothering him by the way he tossed his briefcase and began to struggle in untying his tie. You walked towards him to assist him, which he let you but was avoiding eye contact.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Instead of responding with words, he grabbed your face and began to hungrily kiss you. It definitely caught you off guard and you stumbled a bit but he supported you.

“Mm,” you mumbled and pulled away. “Joon-woo what’s wrong?”

He shot you a sad smile. “I failed. We lost the case and it cost Babel millions of dollars.”

He looked defeated and it killed you. Seeing him look so down, and not be his usual goofy self was a crime. It hurt knowing he was going to beat himself over this, so you said nothing. You grabbed his face and connected your lips once again, letting out a small moan when he pressed your bodies together.

You made sure to make him feel special that night.

But slowly, you’ve been feeling hesitant with Joon-woo’s career choice. After Babel was exposed for their heinous actions, you were even surprised Joon-woo still wanted to work for Wusang. Your sweet Joon-woo wanted to work for a corrupted law firm and defend a company that is definitely doing illegal activities under the radar.

You tried to reason with him, but he would just flash you his charming smile and tell you that everything will be okay. You worried if he dug too deep, he could potentially put himself in danger. You also tried to make him realize that there’s better law firms to work for — one that won’t defend a corrupted company. You’ve never argued before, but your last conversation almost lead to one and it was a bit scary, so you left it alone.

You felt yourself almost have a panic attack when Joon-woo was admitted into the hospital after a severe hunting incident. That morning, you remember Joon-woo telling you how him, his supervisor, and another lawyer from Wusang were going on a “bonding trip” with the Chairman of Babel. Yet, something went wrong and your boyfriend was now hospitalized after being shot. No one was giving you answers and you practically went berserk on everyone.

Its like the gods answered your prayers because Joon-woo was recovering rather quickly, and you didn’t care if you looked like a crying hot mess when you were finally allowed to see him. You were careful to not hurt him as you cried into his chest while he reassured you that everything was finally going to be okay.

Whatever that meant.

After he fully recovered, his demeanor changed drastically. Something was off about him since he no longer reeked rainbows and sunshine’s — that’s one way to put it. You were caught off guard when a man in a suit dropped off a box for you at the front door; inside was a white gorgeous, off the shoulder dress and heels.

It looked expensive.

Inside was a note from Joon-woo, explaining to put on the dress and have the man waiting outside drive you to Wusang. You grabbed your phone and called him, the confusion settling in since you had no idea what was happening.

“Yes baby?” He answered.

“Joon-woo… what is this dress? And why do you want me to go to–”

“I’ll explain when you get here. Just know there will be lots of reporters taking pictures. I have to go. I’ll see you soon baby.”

And with that he hung up, leaving you more confused than ever. Deciding to not question the weird situation any further, you got ready and did your hair. You applied some make up as well before heading out and getting inside the car Joon-woo sent. Was he going to surprise you with something? Did he get a huge promotion at Wusang? So many unanswered questions ran through your head.

You arrived at the law firm and was immediately escorted to the CEO’s office, which made you nervous. What the hell was going on? Upon arriving, your eyes immediately fell on Joon-woo, who looked incredibly handsome. His hair was slicked and fixed neatly all while wearing a super expensive suit — one you’ve never seen before.

Everyone turned to look at you, making you feel self conscious. “Hello,” you greeted with a shy smile.

“Hello!” A man with glasses walked up to you to shake your hand. “I’m Hang Seung-hyuk, the CEO of Wusang. But you can call me Mr. Hang, even Seung-hyuk is okay too!”

You smiled back at him and nodded your head. He was oddly very friendly, but you were more bewildered at the fact he wants to be on first name basis, even though he’s your boyfriend’s boss. What the hell did Joon-woo do to get on his good side?

Speaking of your boyfriend, he walked up to you to place a kiss on your lips. “Hi baby. You look beautiful.”

Did he really just kiss you in front of his superiors?

“Mr. Jang, it’s almost time and we need to go,” a lady with glasses spoke.

Mr. Jang? What?

You didn’t even get a chance to speak since Joon-woo took a hold of your hand and began to lead you out. You were escorted inside a car before it took off, and your eyes wandered between Mr. Han, the lady with glasses, and the fucking Chairman of Babel.

“So!” Joon-woo broke the silence with a clap of his hands. “Let’s do this.”

“Do what?” You questioned.

“Are you ready for this baby?”

“Yes… I think?”

You honestly had no clue.

Joon-woo nodded his head and flashed you a charming smile. “I’m the real chairman of Babel.”

Silence. Pure silence.

“My name isn’t Jang Joon-woo, it’s Jang Han-seok. I’m the eldest son of Chairman Jang Guk-hwan..”

“N-Now wait a second–”

“I was sent away and studied overseas, then came back and took over the company after my father died. I never revealed myself as the Chairman for… reasons. But here I am! I’m back baby.”

There was too much information to process and you felt a bit nauseous. Your sweet Joon-woo, is actually Jang Han-seok, the Chairman of an evil company who got exposed for their corrupted ways. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You always wondered how he made so much money for just being an intern. The expensive dates. Paying for a nice apartment. Refusing to leave Wusang. Everything was falling into place.

All you could do was meekly smile at him as he pecked your cheek, and he introduced you to Ms. Choi and Han-seo, his younger half brother who’s not the real Chairman after all.

The moment you arrived to your destination you walked out of the car, hand-in-hand, as you tilted your head down. Everyone was taking pictures when they noticed your group coming into view, a few whispers coming from the crowd when they noticed you holding hands with Joon-woo.

No, not Joon-woo, he’s Han-seok.

The pictures, the reporters, all of the flashing and being on camera was too much — that’s how life was for you for the next couple days. You followed Han-seok everywhere. To interviews, to his prosecution; every little thing he had to attend? You were there. You slowly felt yourself drifting away from him. It felt like you didn’t know who he was anymore. He had a more stoic persona and the cheerful Joon-woo was completely gone.

And you reached a point where you couldn’t take it anymore.

Han-seok just got home while you laid in bed, silently crying as you began to lean more towards your decision of leaving him. He walked inside the bedroom, stripping himself of his clothing before changing into some sweatpants.

“Hey baby,” he kissed your neck while crawling into bed, but the sound of your small hiccup made him stop. He turned you over and furrowed his brows when he noticed your tear stained face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head as your confidence rapidly washed away the moment you stared into Han-seok’s eyes. He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and brought your hand up to his lips, leaving delicate kisses on your knuckles.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You closed your eyes, building up your courage to let all of your thoughts and emotions out.

“I can’t do this Han-seok.”

His face morphed into something you’ve never seen before, and frankly, it terrified you.

“What do you mean?”

You managed to get off the bed but he was quick in grabbing your wrist.

“I mean that… I can’t be with you anymore. You’re… you’re not the man I fell in love with. I fell in love with Jang Joon-woo, not Jang Han-seok.”

“Seriously? I’m the same person.”

“You changed!” You cried out, the tears already streaming down your cheeks. “You run a company that’s been involving itself in conspiracy and dirty work. You don’t care who you hurt, as long as Babel stays on top. I’m hearing about all these cases of people dying because of Babel and it’s making me sick.”

“Those are lies created to make–”

“That’s not what I–”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

Your eyes widened when you felt his hand wrap around your throat. You whimpered in fear, your lip quivering as you began to have a breakdown. He’s never raised a hand on you… until now.

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Han-seok quickly let you go and mumbled out a low curse. “Baby I’m sorry I…” he pulled you in for a hug but you flinched in response. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I… Han-seok…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry baby, I won’t hurt you. Just please don’t leave me. I’m so so sorry. Let me buy you food, okay?”

Nothing he can say or do will make you stay. You only nodded your head in response, just to give him the satisfaction that you’re staying. But that same night, you crawled out of bed without making any sound. You quickly wrote him a letter before packing your stuff and leaving him for good, not daring to look back.

You were such a fool.

After that night of you leaving Han-seok, he completely lost it and trashed his apartment. Who did you think you were leaving him? You were his and only his. He offered to give you everything yet you decided to break off your relationship just because you had stupid morals.

You mustn’t of loved him the same way he loved you and that pissed him off.

Now that he thinks about it, whatever he felt for you was definitely not love. He was incapable of feeling such emotion. The correct term is definitely obsession, because boy, was Han-seok obsessed and captivated by you. You were perfect in his eyes. He enjoyed having you around, plus, you were always such a good distraction when he needed it. You reminded him that he wasn’t alone in this boring world…

Until you decided to leave him.

Tough luck for you, he planted a tracker on your phone the moment he knew he had to make you his. There wasn’t much suspicion when you were dating him but after you left, he’s been one crazy motherfucker. Your location would occasionally ping at bars so he would follow you. He would feel his blood boiling whenever he spotted you with those two obnoxious co-workers of yours, Seo-yun and Hae-won. You looked happy. Happy without him.

No, no, that won’t do.

But what completely set him off was the moment he began to see you hanging out with a guy. You would hang out with him quite often, but one morning when he walked by your apartment and saw the same guy walking out while fixing his pants, he knew what he had to do.

If he couldn’t have you, then no one else could.

That same night he walked up to your apartment and knocked on the door. The moment you swung the door open, your eyes widened in fear, and he pushed you in while placing a hand over your mouth.

“If you scream or make any noise, I’ll cut out your fucking tongue.”

You began to hyperventilate as you shook your head.

“Are you going to stay quiet for me?” When he saw you nod in response he smiled. “Good girl.”

He let go of you and you took a step back. “Han-seok what are you doing here?”

“Was just in the neighborhood,” he began to examine your living room and noticed a vase of roses with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. “Did your new boyfriend give you these?”

“I-I..”

“What’s his name?”

Your silence irked him. How rude of you to ignore his question. He threw the vase on the floor, causing you to scream.

“Tsk tsk, that won’t do.”

He gave you zero time to react before he knocked you out.

He brought you back to his father’s vacation home, the same place he used when he needed to lay low for a couple of days. He paced around the living room while you laid unconscious on the floor, but the sound of your groan made him stop. He bent down in front of you, grabbing your chin while he examined your face.

You slowly blinked up at him. “Where… where am I?”

“In my father’s vacation home,” he smiled. “How was your nap?”

You began to slowly regain consciousness and your eyes widened at the realization of what happened. “You… you–”

“Shhh,” he placed a finger over your lips. “You made me do this. You fucking whore.”

“Han-seok, please.”

You could plead him all you want, but it wasn’t going to work. Both of your heads turned to look at the door the moment his men walked in with the same guy you’ve been seeing for the last couple of weeks. He was pretty beat up with his hands and legs tied, but was still conscious of his surroundings.

“Jin-sang!” You screamed out at the sight of him.

“Ah, so that’s his name.”

Jin-sang looked up and grew frantic when he saw you. “____!” He called out your name but was immediately silenced when Han-seok kicked his face.

“Don’t say her name,” he hissed and bent down to press a knee against his chest. “Don’t even look at her. Okay?”

His eyes widened in realization when he saw Han-seok. “I-It’s you.”

“Aw, did my girl enjoy talking about me? How cute,” he applied more pressure on his chest. “Did you enjoy fucking her too?”

His eyes were full of fear the moment he saw Han-seok pull out a gun from his waist. He teased him with it, waving it in front of his face before pressing it down against his crotch and firing a shot. Both you and Jin-sang screamed, but his screams were much more satisfying to listen to.

“I’m going to kill you slowly and painfully. That’s what you get for fucking what’s mine. You tarnished her with your dirty dick, and now, you don’t have one.”

Jin-sang was crying in pain and at the brink of passing out, but Han-seok was not going to have any of that. The chairman stood up and fired one shot in each of his limbs, a dark smile plastering on his face.

“Han-seok stop please!” You begged him as you choked out a sob.

And that irritated the fuck out of him.

“Oh so care about what I do to him?” He turned to face you with a crazed look. “Let me make something clear, you’re mine. You’ve always been fucking mine. Just because you walked out on me doesn’t mean I accepted it.”

He fired another shot at Jin-sang, this time aiming for a finger.

“You’re sick,” you yelled.

“Oh no, you brought this upon yourself. If you weren’t such a fucking whore, then he would’ve been relaxing at home right now. But,” he aimed the gun at his throat, “now he’ll die.”

“No!”

But it was too late, he fired his last shot and enjoyed watching Jin-sang choke on his own blood as his body writhed on the floor. It was such a satisfying scene. Your screams and sobs were like nails on a chalkboard and he marched towards you, slapping you hard across the face with the gun.

“Oh baby, you made me do this,” he hummed and began to caress your bruised cheek. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“Please just stop.”

“Come back to me,” he stated while completely ignoring what you just said. “We can be so happy. I’ll spoil you, treat you like a fucking queen, we can travel the world and do so much. Come on.”

You spit on his face, a look of disgust flashing through your features. “I rather fucking die than be with you.”

Why? Why couldn’t you answered correctly? Why did you have to fucking say that? On top of that you spit on him. After everything he’s done for you, this is how you end up treating him? Fuck no. He truly wanted you to take his offer since killing you was something he did not want to do. But if you’re going to be this ungrateful and refuse to be with him, then he has no other choice. There’s no fucking way you’re going to live on and be happy without him. He’s your happiness. He’s all you need. Without him, you’re nothing.

Han-seok didn’t hesitate in raising his gun and shooting you right in the head, your dead body dropping to the ground. Seeing your motionless body was not… right. He didn’t want this. Why did it have to end like this? Why, just fucking why?

He screamed out in anger and turned around to repeatedly fire all of his bullets onto Jin-sang’s body. After he used up all of his ammo, he threw the gun and began to wreck havoc. He punched the walls, threw furniture around, and screamed until his face got red and his lungs were fighting for air. He dropped down next to your body and pulled you close, rocking himself back and forth while crying.

“I’m sorry baby, but you made me fucking do this. This is your fault.”

And he sat there — clutching your lifeless body — as he felt no regret for his actions, because he would much rather be in Hell than be alone.

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— jealousy

pairing : jang hanseok//jang junwoo x reader

warnings : swearing, mentions of killing, toxic/abusive relationship, screaming.

word count : 1.8k

summary : jang hanseok gets furious when he finds out you hung out with another man.

a/n : I don’t support toxic relationships, this fanfic is for entertainment purposes only!

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The sun was slowly settling down while you were making your way to the cafe at the corner of the street.

November was one of your least favourite months because of the short days and humid, unpleasant weather. It demotivated you to wake up while it was still dark outside and leaving work when the sun was already settling down.

Working at one of the best law firms never made it easy to leave work earlier than 6 pm. There’s tons of paperwork and when you’re finally done, your boss always finds something to keep you at work. You’re starting to believe he really hates you to another level, but if it’s indeed the case, it’s reciprocal.

When you finally reached the cafe, you were on your last legs. After quickly ordering an iced americano, you sat down on one of the free tables. It was usually pretty empty at 7 pm since most of the people would rather directly go home after working the whole day than stay in a cafe. However, you loved to spend time there since one of your childhood dreams was to open your own cafeteria. Sadly, your parents never agreed to it and you ended up having to follow their dream path.

“Y/N?” You turned around when someone mentioned your name, only to be face to face with a young man in his mid-twenties. At first, you had no clue how he knew you but then you slowly recognised him thanks to the tiny scar on his left cheek.

“Changho?” You smiled at the unexpected meeting. “It’s been so long since I last saw you.” You chuckled and got up for a quick hug.

“Do you mind if I join your table?” He asked, smiling.

“Not at all.”

After sitting down, you both got your drinks and got lost in a long conversation. You would never think you’d meet your best friend from elementary school again after he left to study abroad. At first, you’d keep in touch regularly but then you both got caught up with studies, work and you eventually lost contact.

Back in time, you two were inseparable and you treated him as if he was your actual brother. People at school would in fact gossip about you two dating but you never saw him that way. Your love for each other was purely platonic.

“I’m glad I came back here.” He admitted, looking at you.

“Why didn’t you stay in Australia? I thought it was your dream to work there.” You asked, sipping on your iced americano.

“I really loved studying there but I didn’t feel at the right place. The atmosphere wasn’t the same as here, in my motherland so I ended up deciding to come back here and have a new start.”

“Well I’m not gonna lie, I’m happy you’re back. I missed having my brother here.” You admitted and looked at the cafe’s clock to check the time.

“Oh gosh, I’d love to stay more here with you but I really have to go, work has been a mess these days and I’m craving to go to bed.” You looked at apologetically, scratching your neck.

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t possibly agree more, I had lost of work as well.” You both laughed and exchanged your numbers to meet some other day.

“Hold on, tell me y/n, did you finally find your prince on a white horse?” He raised one of his eyebrows, sipping on his drink.

Changho almost chocked on his drink after you proudly showed him the engagement ring.

“No way! When did that happen!?” He smiled.

“A few months ago, it was really unexpected but he made sure the moment was unforgettable.” You softly chuckled at the memory of Hanseok holding a box with a beautiful ring inside.

“I definitely have to meet him someday and tell him how much of a lucky guy he is. Congratulations!” You both high-fived and eventually left the cafeteria.

“Do you need me to call a taxi for you?” He was about to grab his phone but you shook your head.

“No need, I live around 10 minutes from here.” You reassured him but his face was hesitant.

“We talked a lot though and it got pretty dark.” He looked around at the few street lamps that didn’t give much light. “Let me walk you home, it’ll be safer.” He suggested and you ended up agreeing.

The walk was short but you obviously felt more comfortable with someone by your side.

“It was nice seeing you again, I look forward to our next meeting.” Changho waved at you and left once you were at your doorstep.

“See you!” You smiled and grabbed the keys in your purse.

“Hanseok I’m home!” You exclaimed but pouted when there was no response.

You took off your shoes and made your way into the living room but your fiancé was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t worry you though since you thought he was simply still at work.

You were about to boil some water to make yourself some tea when someone turned you around and planted a rather harsh kiss on your lips. You didn’t panic though because you knew it couldn’t be no one else other than Hanseok.

After about 5 minutes of your make out session, you broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around his bare neck, admiring his toned chest.

“Well that was a warm welcome.” You chuckled but frowned when his lips didn’t even twitch into a smile. “Did something happen?” You asked, unsure.

“Why did you come home so late, hm?” He hummed, softly caressing your neck, not even making eye contact with you.

“I got caught up with work, you know how my boss hates me.” You sighed, deciding to lie because you knew he wouldn’t like it if you mentioned you were with another boy.

“Work, huh?” His soft grip on your neck suddenly got tighter and his eyes turned cold, finally meeting yours. “Weren’t you perhaps caught up in a conversation with a man in a cafe?”

“Did you really follow me?” You sneered, not believing it but his grip got stronger.

“Why would you meet another man and why would you fucking lie to me about it!?” He screamed.

“That’s exactly why I lied! You’re already making a big deal about it even though you don’t know why I was with him!” You exclaimed, frustrated.

“Don’t you remember how many times I told you I’m the only man you need in your life? No other man can satisfy you as much as I can!” He smirked.

Before explaining everything, you freed yourself from his grip around your neck. You coughed a few times and cleared your throat.

“We met by accident today! He’s my old best friend from school. This man was like a brother to me and he’s the only one who was there for me when I was a kid. You know how my parents were at that time. He used to be the only person who actually cared about me.” You sighed, however the anger in Hanseok’s eyes didn’t go away.

“Awh, I’m supposed to get emotional? He is still a man, a very important one for you as I can see. You better not meet him again.” He gritted trough his teeth.

“Or what? You’re gonna kill him?” You sneered at him, rolling your eyes.

“You wanna bet?” He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He threatened.

“I hate you.” You pushed him away and were about to leave but he grabbed your arm and put you back against the counter.

“I wasn’t done with the conversation.” He said, putting both his arms against the counter, hovering over you and blocking your way out.

“I’m tired of you being so possessive! I hate how you don’t trust me when I talk to other guys. Do you really think I’d hook up with each guy I talk to? As I see, I’m nothing more than a whore in your eyes. Plus, I just learned that you follow me around. You really don’t trust me to that point?” You sighed, becoming more frustrated.

“I don’t trust you? Oh sweetie, I trust you with my life, I just don’t trust the scumbags who talk with you. I mean, I don’t even want to start imagining what they must think when they see such a pretty face with a perfect body.” He whispered, tracing both of his hands on your upper thighs. “Regarding the following, I ordered a few bodyguards to watch you because, in case you forgot, a few people wish to kill me right now and I can’t let anything happen to you!”

“I don’t care what these men think, I only got my eyes on you anyway.” You exhaled and ran your hand trough his locks. “Plus, you keep our relationship secret so I doubt your enemies know about me.”

“Princess, you have no clue how the world I live in works, I can guarantee they have informations about you and that’s why I have to keep an eye on you.” He softly pecked your forehead.

“If you say so… but you have to stop acting this way whenever I talk with a guy, promise?” You showed him your pinky and he locked it with his as a promise. “If a guy ever gets too close to me, I’ll beat him by myself.” You said proudly, making Hanseok smile.

“Hm, sure.” Hanseok caressed your cheek.

“Let’s go to sleep now, we both have to wake up early tomorrow.” You rubbed your eyes and your fiancé suddenly picked you up.

“As you wish, princess. You do know that you can quit your job anytime though? I can give you everything you need.” He smirked and softly pecked your forehead.

“Even though my boss is horrible, I like my job. Plus, I want to have my own money that I earned by working hard.” You admitted.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled and laid you down on the bed. “However let me atleast call your boss to say you’ll be absent tomorrow, hm? So we can have some fun together.” He whispered the last part and you felt a strand of wet kisses along your neck.

His hands were busy exploring your body while his mouth was leaving marks on your neck. One of his fingers was about to travel under your skirt but you stopped him.

“Not today, I’m too tired and still a bit mad.” You turned around and heard him laugh.

“Alright fine princess, but you better turn back around.” He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and put your head on his bare chest. “Way better.” He nodded and you laughed before falling into the arms of Morpheus.

Hanseok slowly caressed your hair and even though he promised to not get angry and possessive when he sees you with another guy, he knew he’ll break the promise the second it’ll happen again. You are his and he can’t let anyone hurt you or take you away from him.

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