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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.

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zikariogirl · 4 months

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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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droopycoquette · 2 years

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Don't Leave || Vincenzo Cassano x reader

Summary: What happens when every time you go on a date with Vincenzo it gets interrupted?

Warnings: Chayoung is a bitch(i still love her tho), angst, smut, fluff, Italian and Korean, praise kink...like hella praise, makeup sex, dom!vincenzo, sub!reader, oral(F. receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation,

Word count: 5.3k

|*|

"Hello," you muttered into your phone as you looked through file after file.

"How's my fiance," the voice said cheerily.

"Vinnie," you squealed.

"How are you," Vincenzo sighed.

"Quite well actually. The people here are eager to side with you. Your brother won't stand a chance. How's the plan going for the plaza?"

"Slow," he muttered. "Look, we both have been working hard and I was wondering if you'd like to take a break here."

You paused.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted us to fully complete our assignments before we saw each other again?"

"I think I'm experiencing something called separation anxiety. I want you here," he concluded.

You sat in the chair and stared at your emails. Maybe, they could wait.

"Okay," you laughed. "I'll book a flight right now. I've never been to South Korea before. What's it like?"

"You'll see when we get here," he chuckled.

"Come on. One thing, just one."

"They have delicious food. Now hurry up," you heard a shuffling in the background. "I need you."

The call stopped and you were filled with giddiness. It's been about 3 weeks since you saw Vincenzo and you'd be lying if you weren't feeling separation anxiety as well.

"Hey, Mrs. Hernadez," you called.

Your assistant came within two seconds.

"Schedule a flight to South Korea as soon as possible and call Mike, tell him to pack some of my things. I want this all done by two," you instructed.

"What about your meeting with the Triad," Mrs. Hernandez reminded you.

Shit

"Right," you muttered. "Okay, change of plans tell Mr. Liu that we have to meet now, just the two of us, and cancel everything else for the next week. Shift the meeting to 12 and shift the flight to 3. That gives you and Mike ample time."

Mrs. Hernandez nodded and rushed away.

You sat back down and began to get ready for Mr. Liu, one of the heads of the Triad. If he agrees to support Vincenzo then your work is practically done. The Italians have wanted to work with the Triad for years, it would expand territory and make millions of dollars for both parties. The triad would have more reach in the west and the mafia would have more reach in Asia, everyone wins.

Vincenzo's job was for funding. Yes, the mafia had plenty of money but most of it went to people who didn't need it. A lot of the gold that Vincenzo would secure would go to helping more people. That's really what drew you to him in the first place, his desire to help people.

Now you just wanted to see him again.

|*|

As you left the plane you heard someone call your name.

"Mrs. Cassano," someone said.

At first, you thought you heard wrong.

"Mrs. Cassano," they repeated.

Turning around you saw a young male employee with Vincenzo.

"Future Mrs. Cassano," Vincenzo teased as he held his hand out to you.

"Mr. Cassano," you giggled.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you. It felt so nice to have his lips on yours and his arms around you again, you had been putting up with harsh and rude men for the past three weeks with no break so it was nice to finally feel safe again.

"How was the flight, Amore Mio," he asked as he walked you to baggage claim.

"Relaxing," you sighed

The boy began to gather all your bags as you and Vincenzo talked about the past weeks. He spoke of the hardships of getting the occupants out of the plaza and you talked about the budding new relationship with the triad.

"We're ready for you," a man said as he motioned to a car outside the airport.

"Thank you," you responded with a slight bow.

With Vincenzo's hand on your back, you made your way to the black sleek car out on the curb.

"I cannot wait to get you home," whispered Vincenzo.

His hands squeezed your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Patience darling," you hummed, as you turned to face him.

"Patience. Not one of my virtues," he sighed as he leaned down to kiss you again.

Any other time you would have dogged the kiss, just to prompt him into a chase but you were desperate for any physical contact. Right now, you were exerting all self-control but once you got home you were going to pounce on him.

Vincenzo opened the door to your side of the car like a true gentleman. You sat into the black leather seats at felt an overwhelming feeling of giddiness fill you. You had one week with Vincenzo before you had to go back to America so you had to make the most of the time you had.

Both Vincenzo and the driver got into the car at the same time and the ride began.

"JW Marriott Hotel please," Vincenzo instructed.

You looked at him with a puzzled look.

"There is no way I'm letting you stay at the plaza. I want you to sleep well and in comfort," Vincenzo said.

"But, you will be staying with me. Right?"

"Of course."

You moved closer to your fiancé and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer.

"I missed you, babe," you smiled as you leaned your head on him.

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," he responded.

Four days later

You are an idiot

You sighed as you continued to pack your bags. You had only been in South Korea for half a week and you knew it wasn't worth the wasted time. You had thought that the time spent here would be relaxing and sexy but it was far from it. Every time you wanted to spend time with Vincenzo it was cut short. At first, you understood, not everything could be stopped for you. But now? Now you were fed up

|*|

Strike 1

It was the first day of your and Vincenzo's short vacation and he was showing you around the city. You had no idea where you were but it was beautiful and you felt safe with Vincenzo as your guide. Both of you had dawned clothes for comfort instead of business and you couldn't have been more grateful, witnessing Vincenzo in joggers and a sweatshirt was a dream.

"This park is beautiful," you sighed as you wandered around in the tall trees your arms intertwined with Vincenzo's

"Montmartre is one of my favorites," Vincenzo commented as he stroked your hand.

"I can see why," you giggled before gasping.

"What, what is it," Vincenzo whispered, hearing your gasp put him on high alert immediately.

"A deer," you whispered back pointing to a shadowing patch near a couple of boulders.

Vincenzo's shoulders dropped and he let out a sigh/chuckle that warmed your heart. Getting a completely loosened-up Vincenzo was rare, sometimes even for you. So to see him happy and with wonder in his eyes was a treat.

He watched with wide eyes as the deer slowly walked towards the wooden bridge that was a few meters away from you. However, you didn't notice the deer moving, your eyes were fully on your fiance. He was a little flushed from all the walking and his stubble was beginning to grow, slight scars were on his cheeks from when he used to get into brawls; his hair, which was usually slicked back, fell onto his forehead and for once instead of being a consigliere he was simply Vincenzo.

"W-what," he stuttered as he realized you were staring at him.

"I love you," you said randomly.

His mouth parted slightly before falling into a light smile.

"You can't say that randomly," he chuckled.

"And you're supposed to say it back," you chastised before shoving into him playfully.

His arm wrapped around you and his grip tightened as he kissed your cheek.

"I love you too," he sing-songed back to you.

"How romantic," you laughed.

"Only the best for my Amore," he smiled.

You were overwhelmed with a sudden wave of glee and embarrassment. You turned your face away from your lover and covered your face with your palms.

"Oh no," he whined.

When you looked back the deer had taken off due to a child running to it.

You giggled at the child. You had always wished for a child, a mini-you, or a mini Vincenzo. You stared for a long time until you heard Vincenzo mutter a, 'fuck,' under his breath.

"What's wrong," you asked distantly, eyes still on the small toddler.

"They need me," he sighed.

"Okay," you sighed back.

"I told them not to call me for this entire week. Can't those incompetent fools hand-"

"Vincenzo," you cut him off. "I'm sure it'll be a one-time thing, alright?"

He pouted before nodding and taking off.

"I love you," you called.

"I love you too," he called back.

"Shit," you cursed as you came to the realization.

You walked around and tried to remember the path you came from.

"How the hell am I going to get out of here?"

|*|

Strike 2

You fell onto the bed with a groan. Vincenzo fell right beside you.

Giggling, you rolled over onto him and immediately began to kiss him. Straddling his hips, you sat up and began to take off your shirt. As you had your arms up you felt his hands traveling up and down your waist, caressing and squeezing.

"Sei più Bella di un Angelo," he breathed. You're more beautiful than an angel.

You blushed and rested your hands on his chest.

"My love, you know that when you speak Italian it gets me all hot and bothered," you giggled.

"That's the point," he smiled.

His hands continued to travel down your body, now resting on your thighs. You began to unbutton his shirt and as you did you ground your hips down on him. His lean body was always a source of motivation, his milky skin made you want to scratch it and turn it red.

"I missed you so much," you groaned as you continued to grind yourself onto him.

All of a sudden, he flipped both of you over and ripped off his shirt.

"You have no fucking idea how much I need you," he growled.

He began to kiss your neck, leaving marks in his wake. As you arched your back he took the opportunity to undo your bra. His mouth attacked your breasts and all you could do was take it, your hands combed through his hair and your back continued to arch into him.

"Fuck," you groaned.

Vincenzo continued to descend and soon he was unbuckling your pants. He looked up at you through dazed eyes, slowly taking off your bottoms.

"I haven't tasted you in weeks," he smirked. "I should savor this, shouldn't I?"

"Yes maestro," you breathed as you watched Vincenzo rub his nose onto your clothed clit.

"It's been so long and you remembered my name. Such a good girl," he cooed.

"I could never forget your name," you smiled blissfully.

Vincenzo growled and the vibrations sent shivers up your spine.

He slowly began to peel off your underwear and you waited for him to blow onto your heat, one of the things he always did before he was about to eat you out.

Ring Ring Ring

Vincenzo looked over and saw that it was his phone. You could see the look of apprehension in his eyes.

"Is it important," you ask a little too calmly.

"I don't know," he answers in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice.

"Well, can we ignore it," you question in a hopeful tone.

"Amore I-," he starts while reaching for the phone on the nightstand and checking it. " -don't want to miss anything. I know that we were going to spend this time together but if we get this done then we could spend unlimited time together. There is a reason why this is so important to me."

"I-I know," you stuttered out, still a little dazed over.

"Okay, I love you," he said as he kissed your cheek.

You gawked as you saw him grab his shirt and start putting it on before running out the door.

"I love you too," you whispered to yourself.

|*|

Strike 3

You held Vincenzo's hand as he took you to a nice restaurant on the other side of town.

"This place looks so nice," you commented.

"It is," Vincenzo agreed. "The food is the best."

You smiled as he held the door open for you and as soon as you entered you knew how good the food was going to be. The scents of the ingredients wafted into your nose and made your mouth water.

Vincenzo placed his hand on your back as you both followed the waiter to your seats.

"감사합니다," you smiled as you took the menu from the waiter.

You began to look over the menu as Vincenzo asked for the wine list. Immediately you knew what you wanted.

"Pinot Grigio," he instructed.

The waiter bowed as he went to go get the bottle of wine.

"I think I'm having the beef bulgogi and the fried rice, " you said as you set the menu down.

He continued to stare at you as you looked around and took in your surroundings. Once your eyes landed on him your face began to heat up.

"Stop staring at me," you muttered.

"Why," he laughed.

"Because...I don't know, just stop," you stuttered.

He continued.

“Stop," you whine/laughed.

"But I don't want to," he chuckled.

"Vincenzo," a voice called.

The voice captured both you and Vincenzo's attention as you both looked around for the source of the noise. You prayed that it was a mistake and that you heard the name wrong.

"Vincenzo," the voice repeated as the person was revealed.

A woman in a pantsuit was now standing next to your table.

"What," he snapped.

"We need you at the firm," she informed.

"You must be Chayoung," you smiled a tight-lipped smile.

The person constantly bugging us, you thought.

"I am and you must be his fiancé," she smiled back.

You could tell that she didn't like you. She leaned over to Vincenzo and whispered something in his ear and just like that you knew that he was going to leave.

"Amore Mio, I have t-"

"I know," you sighed, cutting him off.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized.

"It's fine," you smiled.

It's so not fine.

He kissed your forehead as he left with Chayoung. You felt a pang in your heart as he walked away and out the door. You cracked your neck and let your face fall into an annoyed look as you felt your eyes sting with oncoming tears.

"No, you are not crying," you muttered as you wiped your tears away quickly. "You're part of the god damn mafia, act like it.”

"Ma'am is it just you now," the waiter came up and asked.

"Oh, uh, yes. I'm ready to order by the way."

|*|

As you continued to fold your clothes you were filled with sadness and disappointment. You had been so excited to spend time with Vincenzo and get a break from the constant stress that your line of work brought but, every day here was just a slap to your face. You thought that you were higher on Vincenzo's list of priorities, obviously not.

Suddenly, you felt a presence emerge behind you.

"I didn't hear you come in," you sighed without turning around.

"What are you doing," Vincenzo asked, confused by your readiness to leave.

"I'm going back to America," you informed as you finished packing.

"Wait, what," Vincenzo exclaimed. "Why?"

"I don't see why not," you explained. "I could be doing more productive things."

Vincenzo came up beside you and began to take things out of your suitcase, effectively stalling.

"Stop it," you demanded.

"What is this about," he questioned.

"Every time we try to spend time together something gets in the way," you informed.

You grabbed the clothes that he had thrown out and put them back in your suitcase.

"I'm not mad," you lied. "But, what's the point of me being here if I'm not even spending time with you. I can work on preparations for a meal with the Triad's leaders, it'll be a more effective use of my time."

Vincenzo looked at you in disbelief.

"I can't control when they need me," Vincenzo sighed.

"Like I said, I'm not mad," you lied again.

"You are though. You do this thing when your mad, you constantly run your hands through your hair," Vincenzo informed.

You could feel your jaw tighten.

"Okay, so," you said with an eye roll, a dash of pettiness seeping through.

"So, you are mad. I really am sorry my love," he apologized.

He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Please stay."

You paused and sighed. You wanted to, badly, but you felt that if you did then more time would be wasted.

"No," you said firmly.

You finished and zipped up the suitcase before going to grab your shoes. Before you could get there though, Vincenzo grabbed you and brought your back against his chest.

"Please," he begged. "Stay with me."

His hands traveled up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brought his nose to your neck before whispering in your ear, "Please."

You stifled a moan.

"Please," he moaned in your ear.

He spun you around and gripped your waist tightly.

"Please jagi," he groaned again.

His nose continued to nuzzle into your neck and his cologne wafted up. His scent always made you swoon and right now, it was making it hard to control yourself. Vincenzo always knew how to push the right buttons, how to string you along.

Your breath was beginning to quicken and you could feel your legs tightening up. Your pride was beginning to wear thin as your clenched fist slowly relaxed.

"제발 자기야," he begged one final time. Please jagiya.

Just as he moved his face up you slammed your lips into his. You could feel his smirk on your lips and it aggravated you beyond comprehension, he wanted this. He wanted your resolve to crumble, for you to give into him. His hands settled on the side of your face before moving to your waist.

"That's it darling," he smiled as he gripped your hips. "I'm sorry baby."

You whined as he paused discarding his shirt. His slim figure made you want to pounce on him. He began to unbutton your pants and in the blink of an eye, you felt your pants hit the floor.

"Maestro," you whimpered.

"Hmm, I haven't paid you enough attention," he commented as he backed you against the wall. "Have I?"

"No, missed you so much," you whined.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed as his lips connected with yours once more. “I’m sorry.”

"Maestro, please touch me," you begged.

"Touch you? Like this," he smirked as his fingers slipped down and rubbed against your swollen clit softly.

“Mm Hm,” you moaned out.

You gripped his biceps, trying to steady yourself. The pleasure hit you like a brick; you hadn’t touched yourself in a while; you hoped Vincenzo would take all your pleasure.

“You like that? Hm? Do you feel it?”

“Maestro, please. Please, I want you,” you groaned.

“Wait, baby,” He smirked, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I have to show you how sorry I am. A woman like you deserves all of my attention. Don’t you?”

You moaned in response, feeling his pants rub against your heat, you willed your hips to move more so you could feel more friction.

“Grind yourself into me, baby. Show me how much you missed me,” Vincenzo commanded as he sat on the edge of your bed.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and moved your hips the best you could. Back and forth, left, right, and in circles. Pants and mewls fell from your lips as the friction did little to satiate the hunger growing in your abdomen. Vincenzo took the chance to rid you of your shirt and bra, practically ripping the fabric and splitting your shirt in two. His mouth quickly found your right nipple and he began to suck and lick, occasionally nipping at the supple flesh.

“Maestro,” you whimpered. “I need more, please.”

“And you deserve more, don’t you,” he smiled as he rolled your left bud in between his thumb and index finger. “You’ve been my good girl even when I wasn’t a good fiance to you. I’m so proud of you baby.”

His tongue felt around your neck to feel your pulse before sucking on it as he kneaded your ass.

“My good girl,” he groaned in between kisses.

“Your good girl,” you repeated.

He hummed before moving you to the head of the bed. His fingers lightly trailed from your collar bone, down to your cleavage, and found their home on your hip. His dark eyes met yours and stayed on them as he leaned down to kiss your chest, you whimpered under his gaze and rolled your hips.

“Stay still,” he commanded. “Be patient my love, or do I need to tie you up?”

Your thighs clenched at the suggestion and Vincenzo noticed.

“Oh,” he smirked. “You want that?”

“Yes, yes, please. Please yes,” you groaned.

Vincenzo reached over to the floor and grabbed his tie.

“I can’t believe you were going to leave me,” he growled as he weaved his silk tie through the headrest. “You’re mine. You can’t leave me…I won’t let you. I’m gonna make you regret even thinking about leaving.”

He finally tightened the silk tie around your wrist then around the headboard, knotting it with frightening expertise. His pale hands caressed yours in a way that made you feel safe regardless of the terrible things he’d done. The silk rubbed against your skin in a comforting, familiar way, kissing your skin as it irritated it.

Vincenzo leaned back and admired you, hands never leaving your body. His eyes trailed over your heated form, taking in the way your chest rose and fell and the way your body reacted to his touch. How you leaned into it without realizing it.

“Maestro, please,” you groaned. “Please don’t leave me like this.”

“I would never,” he smirked, only slightly teasing you.

His hands trailed down from your hip to your knees, allowing him to bring his face to your calves. You began to feel soft pecks and licks on your calves as Vincenzo worshiped your body. His tongue trailed up, up, up until it found itself on your inner thigh. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin and he smirked when you jumped at the feeling.

“Please, don’t tease me,” you whined.

“I will do what I want,” his growl accompanied by a sharp slap to your thigh and you gasped as soft pain blossomed.

All of a sudden, you felt a light breeze on your core and then a kiss. Vincenzo placed your legs on top of both shoulders, his hands then found a home around your waist, holding you there.

“Fuck, can’t believe I haven’t tasted you yet,” he groaned, kissing around where you wanted him most.

His tongue immediately found your clit making you throw your head back and roll your body. Your nerves caught fire, your arms pulled at the tie, and your breathing became erratic under Vincenzo’s ministrations. His fingers replaced his tongue as his mouth moved to your cavern, his tongue gave an experimental lick to your entrance before diving in. Vincenzo let out a guttural groan at the taste of you.

Vincenzo’s wet muscle explored and tasted your sweetness as a pleasurable pressure built up in your abdomen. You looked down, wanting to see your Master. You watched Vincenzo’s actions, his usual clean hair was now a mop of black, his pale arms flexed around your thighs as he used them for support, and you could see his back muscles working to hold him up. You gasped as you noticed him grinding down onto the bed, searching for his own pleasure as he pleased you.

Vincenzo kept his fingers on your clit as he stopped making out with your pussy, rubbing in small, fast circles. He looked up at you and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten up. His face was flushed red and he was out of breath, he watched you with a certain look of admiration. He smiled up at you before kissing your inner thigh.

“Are you gonna cum, Angelo?”

“Fuck, yes. Feels so g-good. Please don’t stop, Maestro, please,” you beg.

“It feels good,” he teased.

“So good,” you confirm trying to focus on his words instead of his digits on your clit.

“What if I stopped?”

“No no no no, please don’t,” you gasp. “Please please!”

“Stay with me,” he asked. “Stay. Don’t fucking leave me.”

“Will you stay with me,” you countered.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ll stay with you. I won’t leave again.”

He rubbed your clit faster and his lips found yours. Your body spasmed at the sudden stimulation.

“Who do you belong to, mia bella?”

“You,” you whined out.

“Who?”

“Maestro,” you cried as you came. Your orgasm hit you like a bat. Pleasure dripped from your fingers and turned your body into liquid.

Vincenzo brought his body up and kissed your neck. He ground his hips into your core, his pants bringing friction to your southern regions; overstimulating you.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Huh, baby? Do you feel how hard you’re making me,” he breathed into your ear.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered.

“Say it a little louder baby,” he commanded.

“Please fuck me,” you repeated a little louder.

Vincenzo’s pants fell onto the floor, followed by his underwear and he practically hissed at the feeling of his hard-on being free. His hand stroked his cock, his tip glistening with pre-cum. He nestled his hands under your knees and pulled you down to meet his hips. His cock rubbed against your folds, coating it with your juices and sending Vincenzo into a frenzy.

He leaned down and placed his hand near your head to stabilize himself. His lips planted themselves on yours once more before delivering a powerful thrust, burying himself in you.

“Hng,” you moaned as his thrusts continued.

You felt a stinging sensation on your thigh as another harsh slap was delivered.

“Do you feel how much I love you yet,” Vincenzo panted. “Huh?”

You arched your back in response feeling his cock hit your cervix. He wanted you to know how perfect you were, how much he loved you and wanted to be with you, how much you meant to him. He loved the way he could get you, how he easily could turn you dumb with just a few touches.

“Do you? Fucking answer me,” he snarled as his hands wrapped around your hair, pulling your head to the side and baring your neck to him.

His onslaught of pleasure never ceased as he ravaged every part of you.

“Yes, I’m sorry maestro, I’m s-sorry,” you stuttered out as a particularly harsh thrust was delivered.

You wrestled with the tie above you as your desire to touch Vincenzo increased. You wanted to feel his skin and scratch his back, wanted to feel his muscles work and be able to pull him in to kiss you. You wanted to taste him.

“Maestro,” You cried. “Want to touch you.”

Vincenzo grinned and ignored you, all that could be heard from him were grunts of pleasure. Sounds of skin on skin paired with the smell of sex, mixing with small traces of Vincenzo’s cologne, and your perfume sent your mind into a trance.

“Please,” You babbled, “Please untie me, plea-ah!”

The pad of his thumb met your swollen clit, gentle circles and the harshness of his thrusts made your mind even number, the contrast too great.

“Please, Please, Please,” you begged dumbly.

Vincenzo loved it when you begged. The tingles it sent down his spine and into his cock were beyond delicious. Your whiny, breathy, and raspy words tied his core in a luscious knot that both pleased and confounded him.

He undid the tie frantically and threw it onto the floor. His hands found your waist and gripped it tightly before flipping you over and harshly lifting your pelvis back up to his groin. Pleasure shot through you at the new position and two quick, sharp slaps were delivered to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark.

Your juices dripped down your thigh and onto the sheets leaving a vulgar wet spot in between your legs. Vincenzo’s grunts got louder and he found his hands wrapping around your hair and pulling it until your back met his chest.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped. “You’ve fucking ruined me.”

Your hands found the headboard and your pussy fluttered around Vincenzo’s cock. You wanted badly to respond but his cock had a way of frying your brain and he loved it; turning you into his personal little whore had become Vincenzo’s favorite hobby.

Vincenzo’s lips found your neck as his hands stayed in your hair to hold you in place, his other on your waist. Every nip and lick he gave your neck sent shockwaves of euphoria to your pussy, his plump lips leaving trails of saliva in their wake as well as red hot pleasure.

“Maestro, Maestro,” you called out like a mantra.

“My beautiful little angel, just wanting Maestro to care for them,” he cooed out, his words contrasting his actions. “I’m here baby, and you're going to take everything I give you. Aren’t you?”

His left hand moved from your hip and down to your sopping core. Harsh circles met your clit and you felt your vision getting blurry.

“Cum…going…cum…Maestro please,” you gasped out, craning your neck to see him.

Vincenzo met your efforts and placed an open-mouth kiss on your lips, tongue delving into your mouth and encircling yours. The lack of oxygen increased your pleasure ten-fold and brought your orgasm crashing down on you, bright fiery red pleasure clouded your vision as your body fell limp against Vincenzo.

“So hot baby, always so hot for me,” his grunts becoming whines.

His hand moved from your core to your mouth and your senses were flooded with your taste. His fingers played with your tongue as his hot breath fanned over your ear. You feel his abdomen quiver against your back and notice the falters in ministrations, his grunts and moans becoming whines and whimpers.

“Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that,” he whimpered. “Just like that.”

Your pussy is hit with an onslaught of quick, sharp thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vincenzo whines out.

His arms tense and squeeze you as he lets out a guttural moan, ribbons of white, hot cum spilling from the tip of his cock and into your womb. One hand holds your stomach while the other sweeps your hair from your neck, soft kisses meet your nape and you smile as you feel his smile on your skin.

“Don’t leave me,” he says finally against your nape. “Please, please don’t. Stay with me.”

More kisses are placed across the other side of your neck as his fingers trace the sides of your abdomen. You look back and as you lay in his arms you notice his flushed state. The red in his cheeks where still there, evidence of the physical activities that had just taken place, his hair is sticking up in abnormal places, and his lips had remnants of your lipstick. He looked like a sex god.

“Okay,” you whisper. “But, please don’t go again and spend time with me.”

“I promise,” he agrees.

|*|

A/N: please leave me some feedback <3

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sweetandabitspycho · 7 months

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well so jang jun woo x like reader is just psycho as he is but their enemies to lovers trope thing and a bit of nsfw

"I see you are still an ass." I said to Han Seok as his hands wrap around my waist. That stupid smile on his face. "I see you are still a assistant." He said moving his hands higher, before I pushed him away. "I can't wait to kill you." I said pushing him completely off of me. "You wish you could." He said walking to his office. He still had that stupid smile.

I was sitting at my desk when Han Seok called for me. It wasn't unusual for him to call for me, but this time was different. He was sitting at his desk, his shirt open a bit. His hands in his lap and he had an extreme hard on. "Mmm, I see you are extremely happy to see me." I said smirking at him. He did nothing but stare at me. I walked to him, once I was in front of him I lend over just enough for him to see my breast, placing my hand over his hard on I squeeze him.

His hand moved to my cheek, his thumb rubbed my lips and then shoved it into my mouth. I sucked his thumb rubbing my tongue over the tip of his thumb, and I hollowed out my cheeks and pushed his finger as deep as it could go.

"Look at you sucking my finger without me having to tell you what to do." He said taking his finger out of my mouth. Rubbing my bottom lip before his hand moved to my throat, he pushed his wet thumb into my throat.

He pushed me on his desk. His stupid smile on his face. "Such a whore I could kill you without a second thought," he said his hand squeezing my throat harder. He pushed open my legs, the cold air hitting my wet self. I almost let out a moan.

He let out a laugh as he moved my thong and snapped it back. I moaned. "And here you are wet and begging for me. Look at this, you are soaking." He said standing up so he was in between my legs. I grabbed the knife that was on his desk and pressing it into his neck. "See? I could kill you too. Your not special." I laughed grabbing the knife out my hand and throw it. "I know, but you won't for the same reason I won't." He kissed my neck. Biting, sucking, and licking. I pulled his hair hard. He let out a small moan.

Once he was satisfied with the marks on my neck. He ripped open my shirt. Gripping my best and squeezing them. He opened a desk drawer and grabbed something, before ripping my skirt. "You look so beautiful little this." He said taking a picture of me. "Mm need something to remember me?" I asked as he moved the vibrator to my clothed clit. "Why would I need that when I could just fuck you." He said taking the vibrator away before I could cum. "You don't get to cum without my dick in you." He said moving a finger into me. "Please eat me." I begged when he pulled out of me.

"You are not worthy of my mouth, you aren't even worthy of my dick but someone needs to teach you how to behave." He said flipping me on my stomach. He pushed into me roughly, his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him. He slammed into me on repeat pulling me hair. His finger rubbed my clit in a rough circle.

He flipped me again so I was sitting on his desk. He pushed into me as I bit his shoulder to stop for screaming out. "Come on baby cum with me." He said going faster and I came with him.

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butterflykiisies · 2 years

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Taste of Death

( jang han-seok x reader )

TW: violence, murder, psychopathy, sensuality, cursing, betrayal, BLOOD.

word count : 3669

authors note : there will be a part two to this fic, I’ve separated them into parts to spare those who don’t wish to read smut. I hope you all enjoy!

The night was young, just barely five o'clock when a message pinged on your phone.

'I'll be picking you up soon.'

As you glanced over the message, the doorbell rang.

'would that be you outside by any chance?' You sent back, making your way quietly to the front door and glancing out the peephole.

To your surprise, it was definitely not Han-Seok. Instead, you were greeted by the sight of an old friend. She stepped anxiously back and forth as she awaited your answer, in her hands, she gripped a briefcase that buckled under the stress of her fingers.

'no, who's there?'

The next text from Han-Seok flashed across your screen and you decided to ignore the message for a moment, you unlocked the front door and slid it open.

"Ha-Joon?" You questioned, fingers tapping the door frame rhythmically as you awaited a response.

She responded almost instantly, eyes wide with what seemed like urgency and… terror. "(Y/n)," she breathed a sigh before looking past you and into your home, you took the hint.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked, stepping aside to allow her room to enter. "I just bought a new wine, it's a Bordeaux. I hope you don't mind, it's my favorite. Sit down. I'll pour us a glass."

The woman looked around briefly before sliding by you into the foyer of your home, she looked around once more before finding a seat on the love seat by the left hallway. She took a moment to breathe before nodding slowly, "Wine would be nice."

You nodded, before stepping into the adjoined kitchen, it was separated by a small wall- but it gave you just enough privacy to check your phone.

'(y/n)?'

'is everything okay?'

'you're worrying me.'

He had sent a couple more messages upon your sudden absence. You glanced into the living room to make sure Ha-Joon was still where you left her before responding,

'everything's fine, unexpected visitor. that's all.'

You paused for a moment before sending a follow-up, 'you remember Ha-Joon right? she just showed up at my front door. seems pretty shaken up.'

The messages were sent and you made your way over to the wine cabinet, you bent down to grab a bottle. They still had the import labels on the cases, so you made sure to choose one that was newer- saving the oldest ones for more important occasions. The bottle was weighty- nothing you'd ever been able to afford before this. This being Han-Seok, he demanded nothing but the best for you, and for that, you were nothing short of grateful. He was an amazing boyfriend and an even better CEO, some would debate that last part but you didn’t really care.

You grabbed two wine glasses from the hanging rack above the cabinet and on the same trip grabbed the bottle opener, you were adorned in a white gown that had been dropped off a few hours previous for your date with Han-Seok tonight- it made handling the wine a much more dangerous task. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your dress before he could ever see it on.

As you popped the cork from the bottle, you heard your phone buzz on the counter. You decided to ignore it for the moment being as you were too preoccupied with the task at hand. You filled both glasses with the musky red liquid before making your way back into the living area.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to take so long." you apologized, handing Ha-Joon the glass before taking a seat on the sofa directly adjacent to the love seat.

"Don't apologize, I'm the one intruding. You look lovely, are you going out with someone?" She asked timidly, taking a long swig of the alcohol. She was disheveled, hair was falling haphazardly from her ponytail and her clothes were wrinkled and had spots of stains near the cuffs of her blouse.

A smile graced your lips as you nodded, "Yeah, in about an hour I think; but don't worry about the intrusion- I'm more than happy to host a friend." You watched as she finished off the glass before pushing a little deeper. "Joon, why are you here? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

It was beyond obvious how things looked here, from an external view, she looked crazy. It was late on a Sunday and she just showed up unannounced after not seeing each other for more than three years. It felt suspicious.

"I'm.. in a lot of trouble right now. I remembered you had connections to Wusang and I needed to see you immediately. I need a lawyer, fast." She spoke in a hushed tone as if someone else was within earshot- whatever was bothering her seemed big.

You did have connections to Wusang, to probably some of the best lawyers in Korea. Usually, the law firm only handled civil rights and big corporation cases- what could a reporter need with that kind of protection? You cocked an eyebrow, moving a hand to smooth out the waves in your hair. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" You probed, taking a sip of wine- leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass.

"Can I trust you to not tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?" The woman was stern, eyes hardened. "This information is dangerous."

An instant nod was what she was met with, you even playfully held out your pinky. The danger wasn't something you were scared of. Not while you had a psychopath on speed dial with an army of the best guards in Korea. "Your information is safe with me, I swear."

The briefcase was slammed on the table as she opened it, making the vase of lilies jump at the force. You steadied the vase before focusing on the labels of all of the files that had been compiled- within each label there were corresponding bags filled with tapes and hard drives. As you glanced over the names- you saw something familiar, 'Jang Han-Seok childhood'

"What is all of this? And what does this have to do with Wusang?" You asked, thumbing through a file you'd just picked up.

"It's evidence." She whispered, a hand moving to lay over your own. "Against Babel group and the CEO.. Jang Han-Seok."

Your stomach dropped and as you flipped the file open- you realized just what you were looking at. Pages and pages of incriminating data, which seemed to come directly from babel as the pages sported the familiar logo. This was more than enough evidence to indict Han-Seok of tax fraud, union harassment, murder, and so so much more. The actions of the Babel group were the furthest thing from clean but that didn't make them all that bad, the company had its good and its bad. The same went for Han-Seok. He has his moments but he's not a bad guy.

"Who else has seen this?" You questioned, keeping your tone even as you tried to formulate a plan to dispose of her. Friendship meant nothing at this moment, the safety of Han-Seok and Babel's legacy is what mattered now.

Her hands ran through her dark strands before she answered, "Just me and you, so far. I want to take it to the law though, and with the power that monster holds- I'm scared of what might happen if I'm not protected."

Monster..

"Do you want some more wine? We can talk this over more and then get you in communication with an attorney as soon as possible." You offered, hand gliding across the table to collect the empty glass.

"Thank you, I'd really like that."

A forced smile fluttered across your lips as you stood to move into the kitchen. As you ducked behind the wall separating the room, you opened your phone to your messages with Han-Seok.

'I remember her very well.' was his reply.

'get here soon, dinner might have to wait.’ Your reply was simple, yet effective. As soon as the message was delivered, his reply was almost instant.

'I'll be there in thirty, babydoll.'

You closed out your phone and scanned the kitchen before you decided on the weapon of choice. A simple kitchen knife was the best option, albeit messy. A small sigh left your lips as you looked down at the beautiful dress that Han-Seok had picked out for you just this morning, it was white silk and as much as you hated to ruin it- you knew he wouldn't mind.

"Wine seems to be an issue at the moment, it seems these bottles hate me. Would you mind helping me out really quickly?" You called out, moving the knife to the island situated in the middle of the kitchen.

Footsteps could be heard, and each one solidified your plan. She was so close, if only she knew she was going to die- how different things would be right now.

She appeared around the corner and took notice of your phone on the counter near the wine bottle, "I struggle with these all the time, but I think I've mastered the art of manipulating the bottles." She let out a relaxed laugh, turning her back to you before beginning to fumble with the new bottle you had retrieved from the cabinet.

"So, personally, how do you feel about Jang Han-Seok?" You tested, hand gripping the handle of the knife through the sheath of cloth it was concealed in. Not to make it personal, but you were genuinely curious how someone like her saw him. To you, he was a gentleman. Polite, kind, romantic, paced, protective, and incredibly smart. He knew how to make the world work for him, not the other way around.

"I think what any sane person would think, he's insane. Corrupt, cruel, dangerous. If I was the law, I wouldn't let a man like that roam the streets free. I know you probably don't know, but he murdered some boys he went to school with, and he's actually diagnosed as a psychopath. He's not all there mentally. He needs to be locked in a psych ward or something." She ranted on and on, every word full of slander and hatred.

It made you sick. Hearing someone be so disrespectful. The more you thought about it- the more justified this killing felt. She's a risk, yes. More than that, she's a bitch.

"-I bet he's a pervert too,"

"Yeah, you think so?" You replied, hand clenching the base of the knife.

"Of course. Men like that are always creepy-"

You held back the contempt that flooded your veins, the last thing you needed to do was alert her to her newfound fate. The knife shook slightly within your grip, reminding you of the goal here.

Kill her.

"-and with Jang Han-Seok's history of violence, I can only imagine his track record with women isn't much better. Wouldn't that be something? Getting him on charges of rape or prostitution?" She sounded so proud of herself, even while saying something so vile- it was lighthearted, funny even.

KILL HER.

Your brain screamed at you with every crude remark but you knew you couldn't be too hasty. Hastiness leads to sloppy work and a chance of escape. You couldn't let her leave this house, not alive at least.

"So you must know of his internship at Wusang? Wouldn't that be a dangerous risk to take, what if he still has contacts there as well? Like, a rat?" The question was aimed at the reputability of Wusang, did she really know as much as she thought she did?

The girl paused, her entire body halting in response to the question. "Wait." She began, placing both hands on the counter. "I didn't tell you that."

In hindsight, it might have been a bit of a mistake on your part but so be it.

"Oops."

You kicked into action, hand moving to ravel in her hair. The other pressed the cold steel into her neck with just enough pressure to draw blood. Between the two, she stood no chance.

"Don't take this personally, but I will not let you ruin our lives." You grunted as she attempted to wriggle away, in turn, you dug the tip into just barely into her windpipe. "Stop fighting, die with some dignity."

"Why? P-please, you don't have to do this." Tears had begun to run down her face, it almost made you feel bad- she was so young, yet so stupid.

You drug her head back enough to make eye contact, "Where did you get all of this?" You pressed, fingers digging into her scalp. "And do you have copies?"

Ha-Joon's face crumpled, eyes filling with betrayal. "You're with him, aren't you?" She looked disgusted, with herself or you- you’d never know. "Whatever he promised you isn't worth it. He's fucking crazy, wake up (y/n)!" Pleading wouldn't save her now.

"I'm not just doing this for him, sweetheart. It's for our future. I'm protecting it from people like you. Now answer my goddamn questions." The knife had now created a line of blood from the struggling she'd been doing, it sent blood dripping down her neck.

Her voice shook, but her words couldn't be more clear. "Why should I? You're going to kill me either way, it doesn't do me any good."

Fair enough.

You smiled, letting a laugh slip. She couldn’t just cooperate, she had to push. Oh well, your conscious was already filthy. "Why? Well, if I remember correctly- you have a son at home. Sung-ho, isn't that his name?" The air became stale, the silence broken by nothing but ragged breaths. "It would be a shame if something happened to that cutie, wouldn't it?"

"You're a fucking monster, leave him out of this! He's just a kid. Just kill me, me- not him. He's innocent." She begged, struggling against your grip. "I'll tell you what you want to know, just promise me he won't be harmed."

You pretended to contemplate her bargain, It's exactly what you wanted but the fear factor was just too good to pass up. As fucked as it was, you were no better than Han-Seok. He found you when you were caught in a bad situation, he saved you. He then took you in and taught you everything he knew. Politics, business, betrayal, and coercement. "Deal."

"Thank god," She breathed, swallowing hard as she averted her gaze from your own. "I got all of the evidence from the chairman's laptop. I snuck in and stole it, all of it."

How the fuck? She must have had some kind of help, how else could she bypass his security? His office was guarded 24/7 due to the nature of sensitive materials it contained. Not to mention the encryptions on his personal laptop, all of that made her story either made-up or deeper than she tried to lead you to believe. A problem for later.

"And the copies? Do any exist? Digitally or physically." You made sure to specify, most people will try to find a loophole in just about anything. None of this evidence could survive tonight, they seemed to share that fate.

Ha-Joon hesitated before reluctantly nodding, "I have all of the data backed up on a hard drive, it's locked up in my office. I have the keys to the building, take them- they're in my back pocket."

You could just take them off her corpse, not a problem on your end.

"This has been fun but I really don't want to have to kill you, Joon." Your tone softened, "We've been friends for years and I care for you. I want to let you go."

Her breath quickened, "Really? You can let me go, (y/n). I won't tell anyone about this and I'll get rid of the hard drive myself. After that, I'll disappear. You'll never have to worry about me again." She was always good on her word, you could trust her on this.

"Okay, fine." You nodded, releasing your grip little by little. The knife lifted off her throat, edge coated in her blood.

She closed her eyes in relief, a sigh falling from her lips. "Thank you-"

Her head was jerked back and the knife serrated her neck before she had enough time to react. Gasps of shock and pain left her mouth as she clasped her hand over her throat, It was spraying blood in all directions as she began to crumble to the floor.

"I didn't really mean all that if you couldn't tell. You're a liability to me, you were never going to leave alive. From the beginning, ever since you opened your mouth about all of this, your fate had been sealed." You began, bending down with her as she fell onto the hardwood. "You have to understand, Joon. He's everything to me, you're just collateral damage."

Her body finally completely gave out and she stopped trying to get away. Her mouth opened and closed, over and over again before she let her hand fall from the gaping hole in her neck. It sprayed thick, hot blood all over you as she gargled on the blood now filling her lungs.

You glanced over towards the knife you had dropped after the initial cut, it couldn't hurt to just keep going- could it? Your fingers grasped the knife in your hand and a rush of adrenaline filled your veins, it felt too good to stop now.

Your body moved on instinct, bringing the knife down into her chest with a swift movement. A sickly crack rang out, signifying her chest plate had more than likely cracked at the force. It was music to your ears. You dislodged the knife before plunging it into her stomach, twisting it in a crude attempt to hurt her. As if her body could regulate pain at this point.

Over and over and over again. The knife sliced with deadly precision as you mutilated her corpse. Anyone could tell this was beyond excessive, but god it was so hard to stop. Her blood was so warm and her skin so delicate.

Before you knew it, she was unrecognizable.

You let the knife fall to the floor, landing with a dramatic 'thunk'. Your dress had been absolutely ruined in the chaos. Blood stains were splattered across it haphazardly, the silk taking on a rusty red color. Han-Seok wouldn't mind, you were sure of that. Your face was adorned in a spray of blood droplets, but you couldn't be bothered to mess with it.

The wine glass stood half-filled on the counter where she once stood. You took it into your hand and hopped up on the center island, letting your feet dangle. You simply watched as the lake of blood expanded, making a home on the white tile floor.

An art form you could appreciate.

The front door made a clicking noise as it unlocked, signaling to you that Han-Seok had made his arrival to the party. Perfect timing, as always.

"Babydoll?" He called out, footsteps closing in as he made his way from the hallway. He could tell something was up, the house was eerily quiet for this time of night. You usually had music playing, especially when getting ready to go out.

"In here, love." Your voice rang out from the kitchen, the nickname making his lips twitch into a smile momentarily. At least this was proof that you were okay, that was his main worry on his way here.

When he got your text, he had been at the office, setting up a few last-minute transactions before dinner. To say the least, he left the building in record time.

The kitchen light glared in on the dim living area, and as he got closer he could smell the metallic giveaway for blood. His brow knitted together as he entered the room, stopping mid-step to take in the mess that made up the kitchen floor. Blood was everywhere. On the counters, the floors, the cabinets, it even somehow sprayed the ceiling. His eyes then landed on the body or the mangled mess that used to one.

"This is your friend? Could've fooled me." He smirked, stripping off his suit jacket at the door before rolling up his sleeves. He stepped into the kitchen, shoes becoming caked with blood as he moved closer.

You shrugged, finishing off the glass of wine. "She came in as my friend and now she's going to be leaving in a duffle bag. Funny how things like this happen, huh?" Your words were lighthearted, unbothered by the act you'd committed tonight.

He chuckled, "Speaking of things happening, what led to this?" His tone was curious, he couldn't care less if this was just a casual murder. Han-Seok moved to stand between your legs at the island, hands on either side of your hips.

"She was going to ruin you. A huge briefcase of evidence that would take you and the Babel group down. She was a liability." You stated simply, looking up at him. He was much taller than you were and even on the island he still wasn't eye level. "I took care of her and I got the keys to get the backed up data in her office. We can destroy it all before anyone even knows it exists."

Han-Seok smiled, moving a hand to caress your cheek- smearing some of the blood that had yet to dry. "That's my girl," He hummed, hand trailing to the nape of your neck. His fingers intertwined in your hair before gently pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him more. "You've made me so proud."

His lips crashed down onto yours with bruising force, fingers holding your hair tight in his fist. The blood on your face smudged onto him, leaving him with lips tinted a deep red when he pulled away.

Dinner was canceled.

#jang han seok #jang jun woo #jang hanseok x reader #jang jun woo x reader #the jang bros #tvn vincenzo #vincenzo kdrama #vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #psychopath but cutie #kdrama fic #vincenzo fic #ok taecyeon #x reader

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tiredatiny · 2 years

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“A Painless Death Is A Blessing”

Pairing: Jang Junwoo X male reader

Warning(s): Vincenzo spoilers kind of, guns, mentions of blood and death, y/n curses once

Genre: angst

Author’s note: I have no idea about the process of getting shot so this is definitely not medically accurate. Also English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’s many mistakes. (Not proofread)

The silence in the taxi was getting almost too silent. Your driver and you had ran out of things to talk about a long time ago and now you wished that the car drive would be over.

‘Are you here soon??’

The awkward atmosphere was now gone, thanks to a text message from your husband Junwoo. You looked out of the window to see that you were close to your destination. You quickly wrote an answer back: ‘I’ll be there in about 5 minutes’.

The car stopped suddenly and that made you almost drop your phone. “Hey can’t you drive correctly?!” You snapped at the driver. “I-I’m sorry sir but there’s people laying on the ground and-“ he started mumbling. You got out of the taxi and the driver wasn’t blathering some nonsense. There was three- no four men laying on the road groaning in pain. You knew what was going on and instantly tried calling Junwoo. When he wasn’t answering you hurriedly started running, heart beating faster than ever. The taxi driver yelled something about paying but you honestly weren’t focused on anything else than your husband. “If that fucking Vincenzo kills him..” you cursed under your breath.

When you finally got to the building, your legs felt like jelly but the adrenaline kept you going. You examined the current situation from afar and let out a sigh of relief. No one seemed to be dead.. at least not yet. After calming down a bit you started jogging again, only this time you were acting like a completely different person.

“Junwoo? Honey is everything okay??” You started yelling right before entering the house. When you finally stepped inside, you were met with the end of Vincenzo’s gun. Of course.

You raised your hands as a sign of surrender. “J-Junwoo what’s.. what’s going on?” You knew everything that was going on so your question was a bit useless. Vincenzo was here because his dear mother got killed. Vincenzo was also here to probably kill one of you.

Not a person dared to answer your question when the gun was now pointing at Junwoo. “I will give you three things” Vincenzo started. “A humiliation worse than death, unbearable pain and a slow death, where you’ll experience it every step of the way.” His voice and words sent chills down your spine… and probably everyone else’s as well.

“I should give you a preview” Vincenzo loaded his gun and you thought that he would shoot a vase or something like that as a warning but no. The firearm that was just pointing at your husband, was now pointed at you. Before you could process what was happening, a bullet went through your stomach.

You were gasping in pain as you tried walking forward only to stumble into a couch. “Y/N!!” Junwoo rushed to you while Seunghyuk and Myeonghui were trying to call an ambulance. “I.. I think I need to sit down..” you held onto Junwoo’s shoulder while he tried to stop the bullet wound from bleeding even more. Your husband sat you down to the floor, letting you lean against a wall. “It hurts, it really.. hurts so bad I didn’t think i-it..” you whimpered tears forming in your eyes. “I know it hurts. But you’re going to be okay. Just breathe. In and out.”

Junwoo was honestly not sure if you were going to be okay at all. A shot to the stomach was usually deadly. It was the false hope that kept him going. He just couldn’t imagine a life without you by his side. “Everything’s going to be fine, r-right y/n?” No answer. Junwoo’s heart probably skipped a beat when he looked back up and saw your eyes closed. “Y/n?? Wake up..please wake up! Now is not the time to die! WHAT’S TAKING THE AMBULANCE SO LONG??!!” he yelled panically.

“I’m fine.. I’m.. I’m awake” you mumbled barely conscious. “I’m just really tired that’s all.” Junwoo saw flashing lights come from the ambulance outside and a flame of hope lit inside of him again. “I.. I know you’re tired. But you can’t fall asleep okay? You n-need to promise me that you won’t fall asleep.”

“Y/n..?”

#vincenzo #Vincenzo x reader #kdrama #kdrama x male reader #kdrama x reader #vincenzo x male reader #jang jun woo #Jang jun woo x reader #junwoo x reader #Junwoo x male reader #Jang jun woo x male reader #male reader

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niragisqueenofhearts · 1 year

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kinda need a gc with the hard-core kink having, mentally unstable girlies and gays who are obsessed with worst characters in dramas, i.e, Niragi from Alice in borderland, Park Jongdu from Project wolf hunting, Jang Hanseok from Vincenzo and etcetera.

[please let's make a gc, I need friends]

#imawa no kuni no alice #kdrama x reader #kdrama #netflix kdrama #niragi suguru #korean drama #park jongdu #project wolf hunting #vincenzo #jang hanseok #kdramaedit #kdramadaily

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drama--universe · 4 months

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Jealousy, jealousy

Requested by anonymous: Hi 👋 can you please write for Vincenzo, Jang Han Seok, Jang Han Seo about how will they react when their jealous?

Thank you ❤️

Pairings: Vincenzo Cassano, Jang Han-Seok & Jang Han-Seo x reader

Warnings: toxic relationship (Han-Seok)

Vincenzo Cassano:

Picking you up at work after your shift was normal for him

normally you are right at the entrance, waiting for him

today you're not

instead, you are still inside and talking to someone

it seemed like you were stopped before leaving, clear as you were holding your bag and dressed in a long coat and his shawl

now Vincenzo knew you were an decent person, not one to ever lie or even think of cheating

but the burning feeling in his chest was impossible to ignore

his hands were clenched, fingernails digging in his palm as he watched from outside

receiving weird looks from a number of people that just as quickly left after being glared at

now there are multiple ways this could go after that

one, he'd remain outside and wait for you

more likely to was option number two

he'd go inside and get you

so with a fake smile plastered on his face, he made his way inside

one of his arms made his way around your waist, a chaste kiss on your cheek before he turned to the person

holding out his hand to greet them, he made sure to tighten his grip a bit more than necessary

then he turned to you again

and you could see the slight annoyance in his eyes, so you excused yourself and made your way outside

"You're jealous."

he scoffs and roles his eyes at you

but does not deny anything and instead chooses to remain quiet

"He's already married with three kids. Trust me, he's not interested."

it changes nothing, Vincenzo has seen man do much worse

but he drops it and focuses on you instead

you might get a more clingy Vincenzo for the rest of the day though

Jang Han Seok:

won't even try to defend him

he gets jealous quickly, doesn't really like anyone talking to you

but he won't act until it goes to far

which basically means if the other person got a bit too close for his liking

touching you in any way is also a giant no

and if that happens, the person would suddenly not talk to you anymore for some reason

worst case scenario, they'd suddenly dissapear

best example of this is your previous boss

a bit too handsy for Han-Seok's liking, even though his actions were meant in a fatherly way

and you knew this of course, seeing no problem with the touches since they were all with your consent

suddenly he didn't show up the next day

or the next

or the next week

and then you're told that you have a new boss since the previous one quit

you're at a complete loss, which quickly turns into a rant as you tell your boyfriend

unaware as he smiles throughout the story

also unaware of your previous boss' screams from your basement

instead, Han-Seok shushes to sleep with a smirk

Jang Han Seo:

this man makes it impossible for you not to make him jealous

he trusts you fully, but by God does he get pouty

first time noticing this is at a work party

he's standing by your side, arm wrapped around your waist

you talk to a business partner

one from overseas and thus different ways of greeting

more commonly a kiss, or three, on the cheek while smiling brightly

you are accustomed to this, Han-Seo is definitely not

first, a look of bewilderment

quickly followed by a scoff and roll of the eyes

(cause he's sassy like that)

but as the conversation continues and your laughter doesn't seize, he gets pouty

fingers playing with your dress/shirt, trying to get your attention

all while his bottom lip is slightly pushed out in a form of pout

this can end in two ways then

one, he gets his attention and your friend leaves

which makes him happy, of course, and will probably get you kisses

second one, you continue to talk

gets more pouty before leaving your side, just barely though

gets something to drink or eat, gets you one as well

then basically forces himself in the conversation one way or another

will call you his wife on accident, blushes but remains confident in that statement

he's ready to pop the question anyway if you wanted him too, ring always ready in the inner pocket of his jacket/pants pocket

you usually shrug it off to his greatest disappointment

and when the conversation is fully stopped, you will probably be kissed as well

you're getting kissed anyway, so choose your route

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luvxkdrama · 1 year

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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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‘ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 ’ — 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨, ⇨

❥ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: ‘𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐥

key: bold = english

warnings ┆ not really a warning but a bit ooc han-seok only cause he’ll be a simp for you… but i’m still writing his character as accurate as i can!

Your feet were killing you from all the running you’ve been doing today. It’s been a hectic day at the law firm and it seems like everyone has it out for you since you simply could not catch a break. From having to file paper work, make phone calls, even grabbing coffee for some people; it was a lot.

You were out of breath and leaning against a wall when someone ran up behind you to spook you.

“Boo!”

You screamed and slapped whoever it was that scared you, your eyes widening when you saw Joon-woo rubbing his cheek.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!”

“That was very funny,” Cha-young laughed and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“Wow you hit hard,” Joon-woo pouted down at you.

“Don’t scare me like that,” you playfully slapped his arm, earning a groan from him in return.

“Yeah well he had it coming,” Cha-young rolled her eyes before giving you a hug. “By the way, we won!”

You hugged her back just as tightly, a smile forming on your lips. “Really? I’m so proud of you!”

You could say the two of you were rather close, almost like sisters. Other than Joon-woo — who she can barely tolerate — you were the only person in the law firm that she genuinely liked. You both grew incredibly close and are practically inseparable. She was your favorite person in the world until Joon-woo started to work at Wusang, and it’s been a battle for your attention ever since.

You and Cha-young both held hands and began to jump around in circles while you squealed before Joon-woo wrapped his arms around you two and jumped in.

“Hey hey,” Cha-young shoved him away. “This is our girl moment.”

“Aren’t I considered one of the girls?” He grinned while pressing his index finger against his cheek.

Cha-young looked at him with disgust. “No you moron.”

“You’re so mean to him,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands. “You will always be one of the girls.”

He smiled at you but had to quickly excuse himself when he felt his phone ringing. “I will see you two later. Bye besties.”

He proceeded to twirl away like a ballerina, and while you looked at him with admiration, Cha-young was definitely unamused.

“You like that?”

“He’s so cute.”

The three of you decided to celebrate after work and although you insisted that drinks would be on you, Cha-young refused to let you pay at all. You sometimes get a little too carried away when it comes down to drinking, seeing as how you already drank about four bottles of soju and was feeling tipsy already.

“I love you twooo,” you slurred as you grabbed both of their hands.

“______ you’re drunk,” Joon-woo laughed and you quickly hushed him.

“Not yet. I’m just tipsy.”

“That’s what they all say,” Cha-young shook her head with a smile before looking down at her phone. “Anyways I have to go. This is for the soju.” She placed a couple of bills in your hand but quickly grabbed them and handed it over to Joon-woo. “I don’t trust her with it.”

“I got it boss,” Joon-woo gave her a thumbs up. “Bye!”

“Goodbye my love!” You waved at Cha-young and blew her a kiss.

“Why don’t you ever call me that?” Joon-woo pouted.

You weren’t sure if he was joking or being serious, but considering your friendship, he was probably kidding around with you. It sort of hurt, knowing he probably doesn’t feel the same way, but you still cherished every little comment and touch you shared with Joon-woo. You felt yourself lean against his shoulder as you softly caressed his arm.

“Okay my love, I’m sorry.”

Your heart began to beat erratically inside your chest and you felt him wrap his arms around you. Maybe the alcohol was making him act weird as well, but when he asked if you wanted to go for a drive, you almost slapped him again. Even though you weren’t one-hundred percent sober, you were very much aware that drunk driving was not only against the law but super careless. Joon-woo promised you that he wasn’t tipsy or under the influence, and he shook his two empty bottles of soju in front of your face to prove his point — he also drank a good amount of water too.

In the end, you agreed to go on a drive through the city with him, having the windows rolled down while the wind fanned your faces and you both sang your hearts out. You sang to Perfect Man, Careless Whisper, some BTS songs, hell you even did some throwbacks and sang to the Backstreet Boys.

The night was amazing. It felt like a dream.

You were currently blasting ‘Hopelessly Devoted To You’ while you stuck your head out the window and let the wind blow your hair back, your eyes closed as you held your right arm out.

“But now, there’s no where to hide! Since you pushed my love aside! I’m outta my head, hopelessly devoted to you!”

You were too busy singing to even notice Joon-woo smile in your direction. You looked ethereal to him. The way your beautiful hair is flowing in the wind, how your voice sounds angelic when you sing, the way your smile lights up the night sky. He was incredibly whipped — if you could put it that way. He has never met anyone be so…perfect. He doesn’t know what it is about you, but he feels drawn to you, like you were meant to keep him grounded. The one pure thing in this world that he genuinely deserves.

He wants you to be his. He wants that so bad.

But for now, he has to wait. There’s no rush in making you his yet. Joon-woo wants to make sure he does this correctly because usually, he makes sure he gets what he wants when he needs it. But you’re delicate, you’re pure, you’re someone that managed to crawl inside his cold heart and slowly thaw it out. He doesn’t want to risk losing you or scaring you away, so in the mean time, he will cherish whatever friendship it is that you two share.

—

“He said what?!”

You and Cha-young were in her office as you spoke about your amazing night with Joon-woo. After he dropped you off at your place, you could’ve sworn it was going to lead to a kiss. The way he looked at you, with so much intensity, it made you feel weak in your knees. You wanted that kiss so bad but all he did was open the door for you, guide you inside, give you a glass of water, and give you a goodbye hug.

“At first when you left he pouted and asked why I never call him ‘my love’. Then I lean into him, apologize while calling him that, and he wrapped his arm around me. Cha-young I almost fainted.”

“Okay, then what?”

“We went on a drive and I made sure he wasn’t tipsy or drunk, which he wasn’t. It literally felt like something straight out of a kdrama. I just,” you let out a dreamy sigh and dropped yourself onto the ground, “it was perfect.”

“I mean this isn’t the first time you’ve hung out with just him right?”

“No, but it was definitely… different.”

“Ah that Joon-woo,” Cha-young frowned while pursing her lips. “Such a moron to not realize what a catch he has in front of him.”

“Maybe he likes you,” you suggested with a pout but wasn’t being serious about it.

“Me? Ha! Never in a million years! I terrorize him enough and even if he did, he’s not my type. I can beat him up for you.”

“You already do with your words.”

“I can also do it physically.”

“But then you’ll ruin his perfect face–”

“Hello my besties!”

Your eyes widened at his sudden arrival, and he walked around the table only to stop when he noticed you on the floor.

“Oh? What are you doing down there?”

“Dying.”

“Ah,” he nodded his head.

Cha-young stomped towards Joon-woo and slapped him on his shoulder. “Do you knock you moron?”

He awkwardly laughed. “So sorry but the boss man called. Mr. Han said that Babel Pharmaceutical’s Drug Development Division called because one of their researchers that was in quarantine went missing.”

“What?!”

You slowly sat up. “This is top secret information. I must go.”

“No, you’re coming with us.”

“Huh?” Both you and Joon-woo said at the same time. Cha-young seemed pissed and didn’t even acknowledge you both as she grabbed her bag and marched out the office, like a lion ready to mangle its prey. You and Joon-woo looked at each other with confusion before you both hurried out of the office and tailed behind the angry lawyer.

The three of you reached your destination in no time and you stood behind Cha-young — who was sitting down and was eerily quiet. Joon-woo on the other hand? He was getting after the two pharmacists in front you.

“It’s been two days. Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Look at her,” he gestured at Cha-young. “She’s so upset!”

“I’m sorry,” one of the pharmacists apologized.

“My god… seriously,” Joon-woo hissed out.

Seeing him angry…was kinda hot.

Cha-young finally broke her silence as she glared at the two men. “I told you to keep a close eye on all the newly employed researchers. I didn’t want them to complain, so I got them to stay at the chairman’s villa!” She stood up and paused for a second before continuing. “If that researcher talks nonsense, we’ll lose this suit.”

“And that new drug, it’ll be the end of it as well!” Joon-woo stepped in.

“I’m truly sorry,” one of them apologized… again before the two bowed.

This was truly frustrating to watch.

“Do the higher ups know?” You involuntarily spoke without realizing it, making everyone look at you. You placed a fist over your mouth and slowly turned away.

“No ma’am. They don’t.”

“Then let’s keep it that way. Don’t you dare tell them,” Cha-young glared at them.

“Never!” Joon-woo pointed a finger.

After the two pharmacists agreed and you three took your leave, you walked out of the building to sort of decompress the conversation. Cha-young was still irritated — rightfully so. Joon-woo was saying things that irritated her more. And you? Well, you were there for support. Things took a turn when Cha-young spotted the Chairman of Babel, Jang Han-seo, and practically ran to him. The whole encounter was short since he seemed to be in a hurry and it almost felt like he brushed her off in the end, which made your jaw drop.

“I get that he’s a chairman, but how can he talk down on us on our first encounter?” You frowned and crossed your arms.

“And he’s young too,” Joon-woo hissed.

“Anyone who’s rich and powerful can do so even if they’re younger than me,” Cha-young spoke with displeasure.

You scoffed. “With that mindset, you might as well have a child actor tell you what to do.”

The three of you stood there for a while before Cha-young excused herself and said her goodbye’s, claiming she had somewhere to go. Both you and Joon-woo watched her leave before he tapped your shoulder with a smile.

“Want some steak? I got paid yesterday.”

“You don’t even have to ask me twice, let’s go!”

And boy was that steak so damn good. Maybe it’s the fact you were starving since you skipped out on breakfast, which was definitely a bad idea on your part. You didn’t even bother eating anything since you woke up with such a grimm taste on your mouth due to the alcohol. All you did was pop a mint into your mouth after you brushed your teeth, got ready, and went to work.

“Wow you’re going to finish before me,” Joon-woo’s jaw dropped. “Did you not eat breakfast?”

“I didn’t have time. After you dropped me off last night I went to bed and felt super woozy and just knocked out. Woke up feeling like crap, plus, I was running late too.”

“You can’t skip out on meals though,” he pouted with a small frown. “You’ll get sick.”

“Aw, you care about my well being?” You cooed.

“Of course I care,” he muttered to himself before taking a bite out of his steak.

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach at his words and you took a sip of your water, trying to fight the blush on your cheeks.

“______ do you like anybody?”

Cue you choking on your water as you lightly spit it out. Joon-woo immediately stood up to help you while you embarrassingly coughed so loud that everyone decided to look at you. You cleaned your face with a napkin while Joon-woo patted your back, and you were quick to hit his stomach, making him flinch.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because you and Cha-young were talking about it.”

Holy fuck did he hear us?

“I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything, but I did hear her saying she’ll beat someone up for you and you said no since it’ll ruin his perfect face,” he sighed. “Am I not one of the girls after all?”

“That’s different girl talk though,” you quickly defended yourself.

“So you do like someone?”

“I never said that.”

“But you’re acting suspicious.”

“Okay so what if I do?”

“Do I know him?”

“Maybe.”

“Who is it?”

He was bombarding you with questions and you felt cornered. It didn’t help that he was practically leaning into you while one hand rested on your chair and the other on the table. If he leaned in just a little closer, you could easily move your head up and kiss him. Why is he curious about your love life? Does he like you?

“Why do you wanna know so bad, hm?” You pressed.

“Just looking after you. Cha-young may be fierce but I have the muscle.” He stepped back and punched the air while doing sound effects. “No one will dare hurt you.”

Oh, so he’s just being a good friend. You’re gonna let that disappointment sink in right about now.

“I’m still not telling you.”

“But why?” He whined.

“Do you like anybody?”

“I actually do.”

Your fork clattered onto your plate while you stared up at him. He was smiling and looking up at the ceiling, and he appeared to be daydreaming or something. He sat back down on his chair and you did your best to hold your composure.

“Oh. What’s she like?”

Joon-woo let out a dreamy sigh. “She’s amazing. Hard-working. Has a good sense of humor. She’s perfect to me.”

You wanted to throw up. Your appetite vanished and the delicious steak that sat in front of you didn’t seem appetizing anymore. Your hands felt numb and you could literally feel your heart breaking at his words.

“She sounds nice,” you mumbled while plastering your best fake smile.

“Mhm. I really want to ask her out but I just don’t know how do it. I think she likes someone else though, but that won’t make me give up.”

Maybe you should. Forget her.

“Joon-woo, she’s an idiot for not liking you.”

“You think so?” His eyes brightened. “How should I ask her out then?”

Why the fuck are you the one that has to listen to this conversation? Why couldn’t it of been Cha-young? You could either just walk away and lie about your stomach hurting and leave him here, or you could genuinely help him. You didn’t want to be a bad friend, and you most definitely didn’t want to bail on him just because you felt jealous and was undergoing a heartbreak. You weren’t that type of friend. He deserves everything, especially your support. If he doesn’t like you, then you can’t do anything about it. It is what it is and you have to suck it up.

“Start off by getting her small gifts. Flowers, food, anything she likes. Compliment her when she’s feeling down or when she thinks she doesn’t look great… she’ll eventually start to notice you. Buy her a bouquet of flowers, something really pretty, then pour out your feelings and let her know how much she means to you.”

You wanted to cry. Your eyes were brimming with tears and you were just a second away from a breakdown.

“Excuse me I have to pee.”

You shot out of your seat and ran to the bathroom, and the moment you stepped inside, you broke. You have never felt this type of heartbreak before, not even with your previous partners. Joon-woo isn’t even your boyfriend, and yet, he’s the one who broke you more. You were a crying mess while you pulled out your phone and called Cha-young. The moment she heard your sobs, she went crazy. You told her what happened but made her promise to not kill Joon-woo after this, and that took a lot of convincing.

“Can you just… p-please call him and make up an excuse. I-I don’t think I can be here right now.”

“Ah! This is so frustrating! I can’t just hit him at all?”

“No.”

She mumbled a few curse words before replying. “Fine. Send me the address and I’ll be on my way. I’ll think of something.”

“Thank you.”

You hung up and gave yourself a bit more time before stepping out. You washed your face and applied a bit of make up to hide the fact that you were just crying. When you stepped back outside and began to walk towards your table, you noticed Joon-woo was on the phone.

“But we’re having steak,” he replied and shot you a wave when he saw you. “Cha-young please,” he whined before letting out a huff. “Fine.”

“What happened?”

“Cha-young called saying she needed you for some errands. She said you weren’t answering her calls.”

“Really?” You acted clueless and pulled out your phone, staring at your empty lock screen. “Oh wow, I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah,” he huffed. “She’s on her way to pick you up.”

“Did she say where we were going?”

“Nope.”

You nodded your head and turned your attention back towards your steak, gently stabbing it with your fork. Joon-woo squinted his eyes when he noticed your change in demeanor.

“Hey, you okay?”

Fuck.

But right on cue, your phone began to ring and you quickly answered it. Relief hit you when you heard Cha-young say she was outside and you shot Joon-woo a sad smile.

“Sorry, I have to go. Be safe heading back home and text me when you get there!” You scurried out of your seat and paused for a second. “Good luck with that girl.”

Then you left, leaving a completely dumbfounded and upset Joon-woo behind.

—

The next few weeks definitely felt different and you tried to put as much distance between you and Joon-woo as possible. He seemed to pick up on it and would try to follow you around, asking if something is going on. You would put your best poker face and tell him that everything was okay and you were just busy with work. He didn’t seem to buy your excuse but you didn’t care anymore. You wanted to get over whatever feelings you had for him.

Then, the tragic news hit of Cha-young’s father passing away, and she was a mess. You knew they never got along but you weren’t blind to the fact that deep down she cared for him. He was her father after all. Even though Joon-woo was there for her, you were the one who slept over at her place — well her dad’s house — to cheer her up and offer her a shoulder to cry on. You were devastated when she left Wusang though, but nonetheless, you’ll still be able to see her outside of work.

When you received a call from her that she was apparently detained, you grabbed Joon-woo and ran towards the police station to bail her out.

But instead, a rather handsome guy wearing a suit waltzed in, providing concrete proof and demanding for her to be released. He definitely held some power to him and you wondered if he was her new partner since she did take over her father’s law firm. The moment you all left, she immediately walked towards his direction as he spoke on the phone.

“He’s smart,” spoke Joon-woo.

You nodded in agreement. “He’s also hot, but wow do they look good together.”

“Hot?” Joon-woo’s voice sounded a bit rough, but he cleared his throat and fixed his collar. “I mean, maybe they’re dating.”

You squinted your eyes. “No… she would’ve told me about it. I think he’s that lawyer she’s been telling me about.”

“Vincenzo Cassano?”

“Mhm,” you nodded your head and shoved your hands in your pockets while walking over to them, Joon-woo following behind.

“Lawyer Vincenzo Cassano?” Joon-woo curiously asked.

The man turned around with an impressed look. “You’re the first Korean to pronounce my name correctly.”

Joon-woo smiled at the compliment. “I used to be her assistant back in Wusang. I’m Jang Joon-woo.”

“And I’m _____ _____, you’ll probably hear more about me.”

Vincenzo nodded his head but squinted his eyes at Joon-woo. “How do you know me?”

“Ah, because I did a background check on you for Cha-young.”

Cue him doubling over after Cha-young kicked his leg. You choked back a laugh and shook your head when everyone’s eyes landed on you.

“Sooo, are you two working close?” You asked with a smile.

Vincenzo just looked at you with a bored expression before walking off. “No.”

Your jaw dropped at his rudeness, and Cha-young apologized on his behalf before saying goodbye to you and chasing after the dickhead.

“What an asshole,” you muttered. “He’s not boyfriend material.”

“Well I think him and Cha-young are perfect for each other. They’re both cranky, lawyers, and–”

You didn’t even bother listening to what Joon-woo was saying as you walked away, waving him over to follow since you both had to head back to work.

“Wait.” Even though he was limping, he managed to catch up to you. You felt him grab your wrist and twirl you around to face him. “What’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been… different lately. Ever since that day I took you out for steak. Did something happen?”

“No,” you feigned innocence.

His expression grew serious when he let out a deep sigh. “I know you were crying in the bathroom.”

“How? You spied on me?”

He shook his head. “No but the lady next to us was heading to the bathroom too… until she heard you crying. She thought you were my girlfriend and told me, and she mentioned you speaking to someone on the phone.”

Why the fuck are people so nosy?

“Did you call Cha-young to pick you up?” He was grabbing your shoulders at this point and you refused to make eye contact with him. “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Joon-woo,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“______,” he bent down so he could be at eye level with you. “Why won’t you talk to me. Did I do something?”

He looked defeated and it made you feel guilty. Why are you making his life hell when he doesn’t deserve it? It’s not his fault he doesn’t feel the same for you. You preached about being a good friend to him, yet, you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder ever since your conversation about his crush.

You swallowed back the lump on your throat and smiled up at him. “No no, it’s not you. I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch lately–”

“You’re not a bitch.”

“Shh,” you placed your finger on his lips. “Let me finish. I was going through some stuff and my boy trouble didn’t help. Then when you started to talk about the girl you liked and how you probably made more progress with her, I just felt like poop because the guy I like and I have made zero progress. I was just sulking and the whole thing with Cha-young’s dad also happened. I took it out on you and I’m sorry Joon-woo.”

He didn’t say anything as he processed your apology, so instead you hugged him, not even caring if he returned it, but the moment you felt him wrap his arms around you, you felt happy. “Can my bestie forgive me? I’ll treat you to some ice cream.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Let’s get some ice cream.”

And for the first time in a while, you felt happy.

—

You were once again running around the law firm, attending to errands and requests by the lawyers around you. You have never been bossed around so much in your life before and it was definitely frustrating. Some of these lawyers had ridiculous requests but you knew better than to question them. You were exhausted, probably since you didn’t get a good nights sleep. As you were rounding the corner your eyes fell on a dancing Joon-woo, and it took everything in you to not laugh at his dorkiness.

“Joon-woo?”

He turned around at the sound of your voice, a huge smile forming on his lips. “_______!” He practically ran towards you and gave you zero time to react as he picked you up and spun you around.

“Oh my god! What are you–”

“Guess what?” He looked up at you, completely forgetting how he was holding you.

“What?”

“You’re looking at Lawyer Jang Joon-woo.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and your mouth fell open before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh my god! Really? Congratulations Joon-woo!”

“Thank you!” He smiled as he continued to spin you around. You were really hoping he wouldn’t be able to feel your heart beating like crazy against your chest. He was holding you so close and it almost felt like it was just you two existing in that mere moment.

Until it got ruined.

“What are you two doing?”

You both froze and turned towards the sound of the voice. Standing a couple of feet away was Lawyer Choi and she was looking at you two with confusion. You never interacted with her much, but according to Cha-young’s description of her, she is a pain in the ass. Neither you or Joon-woo dared to move, and he was still holding you up while Ms. Choi appeared to be growing impatient.

“Are you two deaf?”

“N-No,” you stuttered out while wiggling in Joon-woo’s arms. He quickly set you down as he fixed his suit, flashing her a small awkward smile. “We were just celebrating his promotion.”

“What kind of celebration was that? It looked like he just proposed to you and you said yes.”

You immediately turned red at her words, but Joon-woo was quick to step in. “We just got a little too excited.”

“Hm. Don’t do it again.”

That was the last thing she said before walking off. It felt like you could finally breathe and that’s exactly what you did as you let out the biggest exhale of your life. You leaned back against the wall and fanned your face, but Joon-woo stared at you as if you grew two heads.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never been in trouble before,” you whispered. “She’s one of the top dogs.”

“Top dogs?”

“Yes, top dogs,” you repeated. “She’s scary.”

Joon-woo chuckled and ruffled your hair. “You’ll be fine. You want to grab some dinner with me?”

You wanted to say yes so bad, but your evening was swamped with work. “I can’t. I’m working late today.”

He shot you a pout. “That’s not fair.”

“I know,” you groaned and slammed your head against the wall. You already hated the idea of working so late today, but knowing that you’re going to miss out on having dinner with Joon-woo, it makes the situation worse for you. But it still makes you wonder why he’s asking you to eat with him? Didn’t he have a crush on someone? Wouldn’t he ask her instead? You shook those thoughts away, not wanting to stress yourself over it.

All you could was say goodbye to Joon-woo and smile as he shot you an army salute before walking off. Maybe he’ll ask his crush since you declined his offer. Curse your overthinking brain because now you’re definitely left in a bad mood.

—

You don’t know how it happened but somehow Joon-woo was able to have you as his personal assistant, so you began to follow him everywhere to provide some assistance whenever he needed it. You were glad to finally have a break from your previous position, but that also means you’re spending more time with Joon-woo now. You just don’t know if that’s a bad thing or a good thing. Being with him almost every day of the week made it hard for you to get rid of your feelings, especially when he’s been acting rather close to you.

Joon-woo has been sending mixed signals and you’re not even sure if this girl he spoke about is even in the picture anymore. You did lean towards the idea of him possibly liking you, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

Your relationship with Cha-young has also been hard to manage ever since she begged you to leave Wusang and work for her law firm. She went on a whole rant how Wusang is covering up for Babel’s illegal schemes and you shouldn’t support them or get caught up in their mess. She even said you could try to convince Joon-woo to join her law firm as well — even though she was half against it. He was quick to turn down her proposal, which left you in the middle. You told her you’ll think about it and get back to her as soon as possible.

But for now, your mind was focused on assisting and following Joon-woo — along with Mr. Han and Ms. Choi.

Your first time in court was… unexpecting. First Cha-young “fainted”, then the power went out, and lastly, giant hornets were flying around the courtroom and stung the judge. His face was left so swollen he couldn’t even talk, so the trial was postponed until the following week.

“This is better than a kdrama,” you whispered to Mr. Han who sat next to you.

He looked around, trying to make sure no one would hear him as he leaned in and nodded his head. “I agree.”

But his demeanor completely changed on the ride back to Wusang.

“Gosh. In my twenty-five years as a lawyer, I’ve never experienced such chaos in court before,” he chuckled before kicking Joon-woo’s seat. “It’s my first time! Okay?”

“That hurts, boss,” Joon-woo hissed while he winced from pain.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Well, suck it up! Suck it up!” Mr. Han yelled while repeatedly kicking and punching the seat again.

“Sir aren’t you being too rough?” You tapped his arm to grab his attention.

“Too rough? I don’t think so,” he waved you off.

“On top of that, my first trial as a lawyer was a flop,” Ms. Choi stated, unamused.

And yet experiencing my first trial was hilarious. You thought.

“God those dirty bastards. Of all things, how could they think of bringing in those hornets? What should we do?” Mr. Han sarcastically laughed.

“It was so funny,” you blurted out, causing everyone — but the driver — to face you. Your heart hammered in your chest while your eyes widened, and you slowly sunk in your seat as best as you could. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You didn’t mean to… oh god,” Mr. Han flicked your forehead which made you wince. “Should we just leave you stranded here?”

“No, sorry sir.”

“Ah! It’s not like you’re of any use anyways,” he shoved your shoulder, making you bump into Ms. Choi. “Gosh this is frustrating. You think it’s funny?!”

“Sir, that’s no way to treat a lady.”

The sudden change in tone on Joon-woo’s voice caught you by surprise. It was low and if you didn’t know any better, it sounded like he was warning Mr. Han. You could see his eyes staring into the backseat from the rear view mirror, and he was glaring at his boss.

“You shut up. Gosh you’re so annoying,” he kicked Joon-woo’s seat once again but this time, he showed no reaction. He was stiff and continued to glare at Mr. Han, and that was something you will never forget.

The car eventually arrived back at Wusang and you followed Joon-woo up to his office. He was eerily quiet. Not cracking any jokes or trying to converse with you about the trial. The moment you two stepped into his office and he closed the door, he turned to face you.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked at him. “Huh?”

He walked up to you to touch the same spot where Mr. Han flicked you. It felt a little warm to the touch and you noticed him clenching his fists. Was he… was he actually mad on your behalf? You quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away from your skin.

“Oh that, don’t worry I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt.”

“What he said to you…” he shook his head and turned his body, causing you to flinch when he slammed his palms against the wall.

“Joon-woo… are you okay?” You walked up to him and placed your hand on his back. “He was kicking your seat as well. I know you said it hurt.”

“I don’t care what he does to me, I can tolerate it. But you? I don’t want him doing that shit to you. I don’t want him talking down on you as if you don’t mean anything.”

“Well in the eyes of Wusang, I really don’t.”

“But you mean something to me.”

His words left you speechless. Joon-woo turned to face you while his eyes held some form of emotion you couldn’t decipher. He was always care free and even during the times when he showed anger, he still seemed… normal. But the Joon-woo standing in front of you right now was cold and full of hostility — something you’ve never seen before. His hand hesitated to reach up and touch you, and he appeared to be having an internal battle with himself.

“I have to make a phone call. You want to grab something to eat after?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.” You were honestly too shocked to speak and your own stutter surprised you as well. Joon-woo shot you one of his sweet signature smiles before walking out of his office.

What the hell was that?

—

“And then, his demeanor completely changed. I’m talking like Billy showing himself as The Scream and saying his famous quote ‘we all go a little mad sometime’,” you ranted while mimicking the movie quote.

“You’re comparing Joon-woo to Billy from that Scream movie?” Cha-young gave you an incredulous look.

“Okay it’s not my best analogy but the personality change was there! He got so mad. I have never seen him act like that.”

Ever since that specific encounter with Joon-woo, you had to tell Cha-young about it. Sure you could’ve called or texted but talking about it in person is ten times better, plus you always prefer to ‘gossip’ face to face. You made sure to include every detail that happened, including the ones of your interactions after his comment. Joon-woo was stuck to your hip since then and he even asked if he could call you ‘babydoll’. The pet name caught you off guard and you did not hesitate to ask why, his simple answer was that he thought it was cute and fitting.

You nearly exploded when he said that.

Cha-young rubbed her temples as she appeared to be soothing herself. “______ I didn’t think you were this clueless.”

“Huh?”

“He likes you.”

Rewind and pause. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Mr. Nam answered from behind his computer. “Sounds like he has the hots for you.”

“You were listening to our conversation the whole time?” You asked with a puzzled look.

“Against our own will,” Vincenzo groaned. “Can you talk about this some other time?”

“Why? You guys have important stuff to do?”

“We do. We’re trying to find out who the real chairman of Babel is,” Mr. Nam answered for Vincenzo but was immediately silenced the moment the Korean-Italian lawyer glared at him. “I-I mean… so Joon-woo is Scream?”

You frowned at his words and faced Cha-young. “Wait what? Is Chairman Jang not the real chairman after all?”

Before Cha-young could answer, you felt your chair being dragged away from the table, the sound of its feet scraping against the floor was hell for your ears. Vincenzo pulled you back to the entrance before walking towards Cha-young.

“Hey!” You stood up and marched over to him.

“We can’t trust her,” he spoke with seriousness. “She works for Wusang.”

“As an assistant,” you clarified and bent your head down so you could face him. “Not really an important job.”

“Then why don’t you quit and work here?”

“Uh, because I’m still debating on it.”

“She’s trying to marry her future husband,” Cha-young clarified with a roll of her eyes.

“Love like this only comes once in a lifetime,” you whined and slammed your forehead on the table. “I’m a mess.”

“I agree,” Vincenzo muttered to himself but you heard him loud and clear. You shot up and pushed your body towards him as you began to shove him into a corner, your eyes shooting daggers his way.

“What did you say?” You quirked up an eyebrow and felt victorious when he clearly seemed to be uncomfortable at your proximity. You let out a huff of victory and sat down next to Cha-young but your relaxation was short lived when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket, a smile plastering on your face when you saw Joon-woo’s name pop up.

“Hello?”

“Is it your boyfriend?” Vincenzo’s voice caught you off guard as he bent his head down towards your ear, speaking very close to the microphone. The panic settled in as you stood up and began to hit him, Mr. Nam running to stop you.

“Uh, hello?” Joon-woo sounded incredibly confused.

“Hi!”

“Who was that?”

“Oh just Vincenzo being his goofy self. You know how he always wanted to be a comedian,” you stuck your tongue out in his direction when he pointed a finger at you.

“Vincenzo? You’re with him?”

“Not by choice. I came over to gossip with Cha-young. You know, girl talk.”

“Ah,” he chuckled and cleared his throat. “Well I’m going to pick you up. We’re supposed to meet up with Chairman Jang.”

At the mention of him, you thought back to your earlier conversation with the Jipuragi group, since they believed he was not the real chairman. Thanks to Vincenzo they couldn’t go into too much detail about it — much to your disappointment since you’re naturally a very curious person.

“Alright I’ll be waiting,” you smiled and hung up the phone while letting out a sigh. You did a double take when you noticed three pairs of eyes looking at you, and your face became red in embarrassment. “Don’t say a word!”

—

“I’m so busy as it is. Why does he want me to brief him all of a sudden? Why does he need me?” Mr. Han was on another one of his rants during the drive, and he kept looking at you and Ms. Choi when he spoke. “All the Babel companies must know how things are going.”

He may be your boss but he can sure be annoying at times.

“Joon-woo you better do a proper job. Don’t you stutter.”

“Sorry? Right, okay okay.”

You wanted to laugh at his obliviousness. He’s so adorable. He looks so innocent whenever he puts on his smile and you absolutely love it. When Mr. Han started to get after him and Joon-woo seemed to find it funny, you quietly let out a small laugh before pulling out your phone.

You: stop aggravating him. i’m suffering back here

Joon-woo ♡: LOL. I feel sorry for you

“Who are you texting?” Mr. Han poked his head by your shoulder and you swiftly flipped your phone over as you turned it off.

“No one!”

“You’re texting your boyfriend aren’t you? Ah, this is going to drive me insane,” he scratched his head and pointed a finger at you. “No texting while we’re with the Chairman, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

The drive was rather quick before you all made it to Babel’s office building. You all were escorted to one of their conference rooms and you took a seat next to Ms. Choi, but you couldn’t stop staring at Chairman Jang without thinking about Vincenzo’s and Cha-young’s speculation. He’s a phony… apparently. But he didn’t look like one to you, if anything, he fits the CEO look perfectly.

You turned your attention to the front and shot Joon-woo a thumbs up, sending him all your luck for his presentation in front of the Chairman.

“Begin. I said, start,” Mr. Han whispered.

“Alright then, I will begin the briefing,” Joon-woo spoke through the microphone before stepping aside, giving you all a good view of the TV. ‘The Secret of Babel’ ascended on the screen and you choked back a laugh when you realized Joon-woo went for a Star Wars theme as the intro.

“I will now reveal the secret of the Babel Group, WOW!”

You looked towards Ms. Choi and Mr. Han who seemed super confused with the direction the briefing was going, but Mr. Han was quick to let out a laugh before turning to face Chairman Jang.

“We came up with a fun briefing,” he awkwardly laughed but was brushed off by the Chairman.

“Chairman Jang Guk-hwan, the founder of Haemun Group, now known as Babel Group, had two sons.”

You felt your body freeze at his words, giving you confirmation that the theory Vincenzo and Cha-young have could be true. Is the other brother the actual Chairman? And if so, who is it? But right now, you were more confused on where Joon-woo’s presentation is actually heading to. You thought this was going to be a quick briefing about Babel, not the Jang family. Your superiors seemed to share the same confusion as you and even the Chairman looked a bit uncomfortable.

Yet, Joon-woo continued with a smile before skipping to the next slide. “He and his wife, Hwang Suk-jin, had their eldest son. As for his second son, he was birthed by Seo Min-hui, a young secretary,” he paused for a second while walking up to the screen. “Instead of focusing on the company, he cheated.”

Your hand shot up to your mouth at his words and you quickly turned to look at everyone else. Mr. Han let out another one of his discomfort laughs before standing up. “Hey, Joon-woo! What are you saying? Joon-woo! Come back here.”

But Chairman Jang tapped the table to grab his attention, ordering him to sit down which threw you off. He’s allowing this presentation? Mr. Han did as he was told but when you looked at Joon-woo from the corner of your eye, you noticed his expression. It was the same expression he wore that one time when you were insulted in the car after the trial.

“First,” he continued on like nothing, “who is his second son? It’s none other than Chairman Jang Han-seo! What a surprise!”

He aimed a laser at him and Chairman Jang opened his arms up with an awkward smile before resorting back to his emotionless face. You were not liking this. The air felt thick and your palms were beginning to sweat.

“Now, who is the eldest son?” Joon-woo began to click through pictures on the screen. “He was always smart and active. He was always the top student.” He began to walk around while appearing to be passionate about his wording. “He didn’t graduate from Stanford Law School as a top student, but he got good grades. On top of that, God has made him perfect and charismatic.”

The way he’s talking about the eldest son… you didn’t like it. It sounded like bragging. Like he was taunting all of you.

“So who is it? Who?”

Your hands began to shake as you held them up to your face. The moment the screen switched to a ‘Who is the true king of Babel?’ and a picture of Joon-woo sitting on a throne with a crown popped up, you nearly fell out of your chair. He walked to the edge of the table and leaned his hands down against it.

“It’s me. Jang Joon-woo.”

You heard Mr. Han stutter something out but you didn’t even care. Your mind is trying to process the information that was just given to you. You really, really hoped this was just a silly prank from Joon-woo, but doing this in front of his superiors? He wouldn’t risk his career for that.

“The real owner of the Babel Group is Jang Joon-woo!” He screamed out before looking at Chairman Jang. “Han-seo, are you ready?”

Then the brother’s proceeded to start singing and chanting with Mr. Han joining them soon after.

“I fooled you all! Babel Group is actually mine!” Joon-woo chanted as he ran towards your side of the table, started to do the worm, and grab your shoulders as he shook you from side to side. Let me go, is what you wanted to say but you didn’t seem to have a voice right now. Mr. Han was the first to apologize as he bowed down to Joon-woo.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me for my transgressions.” He looked petrified.

“It’s okay. I had fun,” Joon-woo waved him off with a smile.

So was your friendship with him just pretend as well? Something to add to his Joon-woo persona? You remember Cha-young and Mr. Nam telling you that it appeared Joon-woo likes you, but after this situation, you started to wonder if his feelings are even real. Was everything a fucking lie? He wasn’t even looking at you yet, which is giving you the opportunity to shoot a murderous glare towards his direction. How dare he play with your fucking heart like that.

“Sit down,” he gestured for all of you to take a seat, but you remained standing up, which caused everyone to look in your direction. “______?”

You clenched your jaw but refused to move. The sound of someone kicking the table made you flinch, and your eyes landed on an irritated Mr. Han. “Hey, you! Are you deaf? Gosh you never–”

The sound of a hand slamming against the table made everyone flinch, and it quickly shut Mr. Han up. “Mr. Han,” Joon-woo spoke through gritted teeth. “Is that any way to speak to a lady?”

“S-Speak to a lady? Uh, no no no you’re r-right, my apologies ______,” he stuttered out with fear.

“Sit,” Joon-woo smiled up at you.

“Yes, sir,” your voice was dripping with venom as you slowly sat down. You practically tuned out the whole conversation, not paying attention to what they were discussing. Nothing that they spoke about was of any importance to you, and frankly, you could care less about your career at Wusang now. Joon-woo was a two faced liar who played everyone, including you. He made you feel special and you thought everything he did for you was genuine.

The meeting was rather short and it ended quickly before everyone began to get out of their chairs. You didn’t wait for a response as you left the room, that suffocating feeling completely gone now since it felt like you could finally breathe. You wanted out, especially when the guy you like turns out to possibly be a murderous CEO. Come to think of it, Joon-woo is Billy from the Scream since he just revealed himself to all of you.

Yeah, things were definitely not going your way.

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Captive | Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo)

Pairing: Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joohyung x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi Fifi! I saw you write for Vincenzo, and I was wondering if you would consider writing something angsty centered around the reader and Vincenzo dating and she gets kidnapped by Babel's ppl and he has to rescue her? I hope this is an ok request. Thank you! Your hard work on this blog is always appreciated. ♡

Genre: angst

Warnings: swears, spoilers for episode 16 and beginning of 17, blood, death, murder, psychopath, guns, this whole show is a warning man, mafia, mob, MURDER, i also changed a few small things to accommodate the reader in this imagine

Word Count: 3,173 words

A/n: my first vincenzo request! i loved this kdrama so much man and really hope i was able to do it justice below the cut. and i really just wanna hug you for your kind words there anon. you just made my night (i'm writing this late as hell). as always, feedback is always appreciated! i may have also gone a bit overboard with the length of this one without noticing. it's always the kdrama imagines these days...

“How’s she doing?” Vincenzo asked over the phone. As much as he was trying to hide his concern for his biological mother, his tone gave away his increasing worry about her.

“She’s fine at the moment,” you said looking at the woman sitting in her wheelchair getting some fresh air. “She seems much more cheery since we took those pictures the other day.”

You turned away just barely missing the way the photograph you were talking about fell from her hands and another person - a man - approached and picked it up before striking up a small conversation with her. “She knows it’s you, you know. Why don’t you just tell her that you haven’t stopped looking over her from afar? Call her ‘Mom?’ It’d mean the world to her, you know,” you turned back hearing her laugh and noticed the man sitting on the bench next to her chatting away. Vincenzo said something that you didn’t quite catch. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you could stay with her tonight,” he repeated, voice trailing off. You could practically envision his brows furrowing. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah…just distracted. I’ll call you back later,” you hurried not waiting for a response before marching over to Gyeongja and the unknown man. “Can I help you with something?”

The man turned to look at you, eyes widening slightly before they went back to their normal size as he rose to his feet, a smile forming on his face. “Jang Hanseok,” he said, extending his hand to you before retracting it when you didn’t take it. “The photograph fell and I simply picked it up and could help but notice how handsome her son was. You must be happy to have such a handsome boyfriend.”

“Oh she is,” Gyeongja giggled softly. “They make a good couple.”

His attention shifted from you back to her briefly before turning back to you, a strange look in his eye. It was then that you fully took him in. His skin was slightly tanned, crows feet appearing at the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled, hair perfectly styled to compliment his casual outfit, a monotone look consisting of a blazer, t-shirt, and slacks, finished with a pair of canvas sneakers, all in off-white. There was an uneasy air about him that made you nervous just being in his presence. Shivers went down your spine as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You didn’t have a spidey sense but if you did, it would most definitely be going off like crazy right now.

The look in Hanseok’s eyes changed drastically as you continued staring at him, almost as if sensing your discomfort. You stepped closer to Gyeongja gripping the handles of the wheelchair tightly, your knuckles turning white. He smiled again, raising his brows momentarily before clearly his throat.

“Well, ladies, I have a very important appointment to get to so I’ll see you both around. I hope you get better soon,” he turned to you and stared for a moment before leaving, not looking back.

You watched him carefully before hearing a sigh and looking at the older woman as her fingers grazed over the photograph as she gazed in the direction he'd walked in.

“The poor thing. He doesn’t have a single picture with his parents. And his father never cared for him…”

Under most circumstances you would feel some form of sympathy for any one person after a comment like that, but for some reason it only sets alarms off in your head.

“It’s getting a bit cold, we should go back inside so you don’t get sick,” you said, beginning to push the wheelchair.

Your phone buzzed as you entered the hospital. Once inside an elevator you pulled it out seeing a message from Vincenzo.

I’m going to tell her tonight. I’m not missing this chance. I’ll be there later.

You smiled, sending a quick reply before shoving your phone back in your pocket as the elevator stopped and the doors opened and you headed to her room, getting her situated back in the bed and chatted with her for a while before she drifted off, you following soon after.

~~~

Mumbling from outside the door woke you from your light slumber. Carefully rising from your place in the chair you went to the door jumping back as it was opened and a man dressed in scrub entered, the guard posted outside the room being tossed inside like he weighed nothing, blood pooling on the floor underneath his head. You turned to rush to the bed to press the call button, an arm wrapping around your neck preventing you from doing so. The grip tightened as you scratched and pulled at the man’s arms, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make a sound, only for nothing to come out.

“Just pass out you bitch,” he uttered as he tightened his hold on your. You began getting light headed and fought even hard against his grip to try and break free to no avail. You began going limp in his arms as a sharp stinging sensation spread in your neck. He’d injected you with a sedative that only quickened the effects of the lack of oxygen. You finally passed out.

Quietly, he sat you next to the door, slumped against the wall and made his way over the bed, pulling on a pair of latex gloves as he stared at the old, sick, defenseless woman. She turned around slowly as she awoke, the photograph clutched to her chest.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she looked behind him seeing the bloodied floor and the seemingly dead man. Her eyes shifted to your body slumped over, not moving either but no blood.

The man rushed at her wrapping his gloved hands around her neck beginning to choke her. Her own shot up attempting to push them away with the little strength she could muster as the beeping of the heart monitor sped up. The machine flatlined as she lost consciousness after a number of minutes, arms falling away from him. Letting go, he stepped back, walking over to your body and picking you up, taking you out of the room and laying you down on the gurney he’d been using to get around without suspicion. Placing you on it, he covered you with a sheet - not noticing the shoe that had fallen off in the room. Closing the door, he began pushing the gurney away from the room nurses only giving him a spare glace.

Taking an elevator to the first floor, he pushed it out walking right past Vincenzo who didn’t spare him a second glance as he got in the elevator, a brown paper bag in hand, ready to call Gyeongja ‘Mom’ for the first time in a long, long time. To see your face as you smiled at him when he did so. Ready to be on the receiving end of a strong embrace from the two of you - the two people who truly made him feel like he had a chance at being a normal civilian.

Unbeknownst to him at that moment, none of those things would happen. Instead he’d be met with his good friend Death once more, ruining all of those plans. Police rushed past him as he neared his mother’s room. A crowd was formed outside looking in. His eyes drifted to the linoleum floor seeing the blood splatters outside. His heart rate sped up as he kept walking, pushing away a doctor to look inside, fear growing in his chest. He stood in the doorway seeing his mother’s - his mom’s - covered body laying lifeless, arm handing over the edge of the bed. You were nowhere to be seen, a stray shoe laying discarded on the floor.

The paper bag crashed to the floor just as his entire world began crashing down around him. Tears welled in his eyes as he neared the bed falling to his knees, spotting the crumpled photograph directly underneath her hand on the floor. The tears spilled from Vincenzo’s eyes as he held her wrist softly, everything hitting him and being processed through his mind. In that moment he swore he would find whoever was responsible for her death. He would find you and fight to keep you safe. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - allow you to suffer the same fate because of him.

~~~

Hanseok tore the pictures in half as he smirked after having met Myunghee’s gaze as she hung up the phone. He looked over at you sitting on the floor, your hands bound and mouth gagged, with an equally sinister grin as he tossed the pictures in your direction. They were images of Gyeongja and you in her hospital room. Neither of you were aware you were being watched. Hanseok rose to his feet, sneering in your face as he did so, before grabbing Myunghee by the hand and beginning to waltz around the room with her as they both let out manic laughs.

Tears welled in and spilled from your eyes as you realized what must’ve happened. Gyeongja must be dead. They’d killed her. They’d order for her to be murdered. And they let you live as live bait for the one person they were truly after.

Vincenzo.

Hanseok stopped dancing, laughter still falling from his lips as he looked over at you making his way to you. With brute force, he forced you to your feet, holding you up with one hand, fingers pressing painfully against your jaw and cheeks.

“You have got a temper,” he scolded. “I don’t like being ignored. But seeing as though you clearly mean something to that consigliere, I may just be able to get more than enough use out of you before throwing you away.”

Fear coursed through your veins as you looked at the eerily cheerful man. No remorse or even regret was evident, which scared you even more. This man wasn’t normal, that much was evident. And right now you really wished he was. That he would be capable of having some guilt. But you knew he wouldn’t.

“Call Hanseo and Seunghyuk,” he ordered. “We’re celebrating a victory tonight.”

~~~

“All right,” Hanseok sighed, holding a glass of liquor in his hand. “Tonight, we’re going to drink ourselves stupid.”

“Sir,” Hanseo began glazing over at you sitting on the floor beside him. “Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Because I just killed Vincenzo’s mom. And I happen to have his other most prized possession at my beck and call,” he spared you glance, hand pulling your hair roughly knocking you over. Hanseo and Seunghyuk were clearly shocked by his words. “Can you imagine? Finally reunited after 30 years, then BAM!”

“What?”

“I mean, poor guy. It must be killing him. Mother dead. Girlfriend missing,” he laughed.

Hanseo looked at you in shock, heart pounding his chest. He could allow anything to happen to you lest his own plan be ruined. Seunghyuk looked at you momentarily before looking at Myunghee, “Were you aware of this?”

“What’s wrong?” Hanseok asked. “You disappointed in me?”

“Oh, what? No, sir,” Seunghyuk stuttered, laughing hesitantly as he looked at you struggling to sit back up. “I’m worried about the consequences. That’s all. I mean, the poor girl. Can’t you treat her a bit more, humanely?”

“He’s right,” Hanseo agreed. “Why would you go and poke the bear, sir? And to treat her like this?”

Hanseok bit the inside of his cheek, staring at the two men, before looking down at you and scoffing.

“Of course you two are in agreement…since you’re such good buddies,” Myunghee commented.

“Excuse me?” Seunghyuk questioned meekly. “Just what are you saying? Hey, Ms. Choi-”

Hanseo stood up, “How dare you speak to me like that?”

“Please, I’m just stating a very simple fact.”

Hanseo huffed looking at Hanseok who couldn’t look any more disinterested in the conversation watching you struggle as he played with his glass, “Come on, sir! She’s exaggerating. He saw I was struggling with some business stuff, and he was helping me out.”

Hanseok’s gaze flitted to him almost as if daring him to keep lying to him.

“I’m afraid that doesn’t explain all your secret meetings,” Myunghee added leaning forward, her foot jutting out and kicking you. “Not to mention the meetings you’ve had with this one.”

Seunghyuk and Hanseo began arguing with Myunghee - who kept her cool - attempting to climb out of the hole they’d unknowingly put themselves in. Whilst Hanseok continued playing with the glass as he foot began tapping against your head rather harshly. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted Vincenzo to come and get you out of this situation or pray he kept his mind straight and focused on taking Babel down. But knowing him as well as you did, you already knew he’d rather get shot time and time again before allowing any of these people to get away with his mother’s murder and your kidnapping.

The three continued arguing as Hanseok forced you up and gripped your face tightly, not looking at you as he watched them go back and forth.

“You’ll all end up just like this too,” he whispered, a smirk on his face. “Just watch.”

You jumped back as a bloodied man came running through an entrance stopping the begging from Seungyuk to Hanseok to believe him as Myunghee screamed from shock. For the first time in a while Hanseok looked slightly shocked as he spotted the man, the same man who had been in the hospital room. The man you could only assume murdered Gyeongja.

He was muttering something incomprehensible to your ears before a gunshot echoed through the air, a bullet being fired into his torso. Followed by another through the back of his head. Your heartbeat sped up as you shuffled backwards attempting to distance yourself, Hanseok holding you in place. Everyone was shaking and whimpering in fear as the man’s body fell revealing Vincenzo standing there gun aimed and ready to fire another shot.

From where you were you could see the blood on his hands and face, his bruised and bloodied knuckles and cold expression reminding you just exactly who it was you were with. He never hid it from you but you’d never seen him like this - this cold. He’d never allowed you to see this side of him. Not even when you left Italy after Paulo attempted to have you both killed in his apartment.

There wasn’t a single emotion in his eyes as he stared blankly at Hanseok, gun aimed at him. He didn’t glance at you as he walked forward calmly, eyes trained on the man holding you firmly beside him. Fear settled in your stomach as you stared at the barrel that was pointed in your direction by sheer chance. He moved his arm and pointed the gun at Myunghee who cowardly fell down then to Seunghyk and Hanseo who hid behind the couch, before going back to Hanseok who continued to stare him down. His eyes flitted to yours for a split second twitching his head slightly, before going back to Hanseok’s. He began firing the gun in different directions forcing everyone to take some sort of cover - even you. Glass and porcelain shattered upon contact from the bullets. With Hanseok covering his head, you took your chance to move away from him as best as you could, struggling as you did so.

With you out of the way, Vincenzo aimed the gun once more at Hanseok as he made his way closer, giving you a chance to crawl behind him. He lowered the gun helping you stand and giving you a brief once over before turning back to the man he was there to give a message to.

“Murdering my mother…kidnapping my woman…those were unforgivable and absolutely foolish actions,” he said monotonously. “I knew that you killed countless people and even tried to kill me. Do you know why I haven’t killed you?” he paused looking at the gun. “It's a hassle.”

Hanseok looked up and Vincezo took a few steps forward, your feet staying glued to the floor where you had been standing behind him.

“I had a job to do. So putting a bullet in you, wasn’t worth wasting my time over. I’m not sure your measly sidekicks would inconvenience me much.”

He took a seat on the couch.

“But now…you all have to die.”

There was an exclamation of ‘don’t kill me’ and whimpers as he paused, staring directly in front of him before he continued speaking.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be tonight. I live by this principle: ‘What a blessing it is to have a painless death.’ I’m going to give you two things you��ve earned. First, the humiliation of a lifetime, and second…a slow and agonizing end to your life,” Vincenzo turned his head to Hanseok. “I swear.”

He looked away, “You can take care of that garbage. And don’t even try pinning his death on me or it will be all over the news…who hired my mother’s killer.”

Vincenzo rose back to his feet, beginning to walk back in your direction before stopping as he made a noise as if he’d remembered something, going back to Hanseok who crawled backwards as Vincenzo lifted the gun and took aim, cocking the gun, “Here’s a preview for all of you.”

He moved the gun a few centimeters before firing it, taking off a chunk of Hanseok’s ear, his scream filling the air. Vincenzo turned back around walking briskly in your direction and grabbing your arm, pulling you with him as he left as though he were leaving a very rough legal meeting.

~~~

Vincenzo was bent over his mother’s body crying as you stood beside him, unsure of what to say or do. The man who had always been so strong and fearless, void of much emotion was breaking down before your very eyes.

“Ma,” he cried over and over again as he sobbed. “Ma.”

~~~ “You should get some rest,” you offered as you stood beside him near the memorial front of the funeral home. “You’ve had a rough time.”

He looked over at you, the bells chiming and drum beating at the monks chanted something consistently, but didn’t say a word before looking away. Everyone from the plaza was there with him offering some semblance of support but clearly mourning and feeling the pain Vincenzo was feeling himself.

~~~

Vincenzo sobbed into the scarf his mother had asked to be given to him. The words she’d written in her letter pieced his hardened heart over and over again as he read them. He sobbed as he leaned forward on the small table. You walked over from the kitchen and sat beside him wrapping your arms around him tightly, allowing him to cry into you.

“We’ll make them pay,” you whispered tears welling in your own eyes as he arms pulled you tightly against him. “We’ll make them pay for what they’ve done.”

#kdrama imagines #kdrama scenarios #vincenzo #vincenzo masterlist #vincenzo cassano #park joohyung #vincenzo cassano imagines #vincenzo cassano scenarios #park joohyung imagines #park joohyun sceanrios

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sweetandabitspycho · 8 months

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Jang Han-Seok Dating HC

Should I do nsfw HC?

He will kill for you. He has in fact killed for you.

He loves that you aren't scared of him. Even when you first saw him kill someone, the only thing you did was clean the blood off of him and kissed him.

EXTREMELY PROTECT! He hates the idea of you getting hurt, only he can do that but that's only with sex and thats only if you are okay with that. You are the only person he has loved or has loved him.

He is every romantic, like his brother if you like something he will buy it.

When you cuddle he likes to hold you or to lay his head on your chest.

He loves when you wear his clothes, he will have the dumbest smirk on his face when he sees you.

He loves to hug you. He loves to hold you when he is stressed.

When he is angry the only way to get him to stop braking things is to hug him.

#Jung Han-Seok x Reader #Jung Han-Seok x Yn #Han-Seok x reader #Han-Seok x yn #vincenzo x reader #vincenzo x yn #headcanon #kdramas x reader #kdrama x yn

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sierrawr · 8 months

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Synopsis: A hit and run accident that happened 4 years ago shocked the community nationwide. However, the case is quick to be closed. Now, 4 years has passed, but the case is suddenly reopening again. A police officer named Jay requested to meet you to discuss the case, and you started to have a nightmare about hearing the police siren that you are afraid of ever since then.

Pairing: Attorney! Reader X Undercover Police! Jay

Genre: Thriller, mystery, slow-burn, Kdrama spin-off

Inspired by: Kdrama "Why Her?" and "Siren" by Taeyeon

"I will make it happened no matter what. That's my promise to you. I've done it once, I'll do it twice for you."

- Vincenzo Cassano -

"If I really am a monster, you are the devil itself. I'll make sure you regret it of you touch even a strand of my child's hair."

- Mrs Yang -

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butterflykiisies · 2 years

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taste of death

• drops tmr afternoon!

TW : violence, death, sensuality, psychopathy

jang hanseok x reader

(intended for mature audiences)

#jang han seok #jang hanseok #jang hanseok x reader #vincenzo kdrama #vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #kdrama fic #Vincenzo fic #fanfic #taste of death #ok taecyeon

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Believe Me

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Summary: A child-free weekend for you and your husband is long overdue, if only your husband had a better memory… maybe the weekend would have gotten off to a better start than this.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Jang Hanseo (Kwak Dong Yeon) x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Praise Kink.

You are half asleep on the sofa, totally relaxed, when you hear the front door open, waking you up and bringing you back to reality. You excitedly jump up, skipping down the hallway to greet your husband as he returns home from work. He lifts his head and smiles at you once he sees you coming, arms outstretched and ready to take you into them as you reach him. Jang Hanseo, CEO of Babel Group, dressed in one of his best suits, as always, looking a million dollars, though he is worth so much more than that to you.

“Jagi!” He sighs happily, as you bury your face into his chest, “Where is Nabi-ya?”

You giggle as you lift your head, nuzzling your nose against his before kissing him softly. He is always so forgetful, a little ditzy most of the time, but it is so endearing, and his kindhearted soul is big enough to make up for the trouble he sometimes has with anything that requires too much thinking.

“Hanseo, she’s with my parents this weekend, remember?” You ask him, watching as the cogs turn in his head as he tries to recall the conversation, when you had told him that your parents would be having your daughter over for a couple of nights.

“Oh right, I forgot,” He replies, eyes wide as he takes another moment to process, “That’s good… I’m a lousy parent anyway. She, and you, both deserve a break.”

It takes you a second now to process your husband’s words, the mild self-deprecation that you don’t often hear from him, and it breaks your heart when you fully grasp his meaning. You know that you have shock written all over your face as you take your hands to cup his cheeks, making him look into your eyes.

“No, yeobo… what?” You start, “You are a great dad, what’s got you so concerned?”

Hanseo’s eyes are glassy as he stares at you, biting his lip the way that he always does when he has to talk about something that he doesn’t want to. He shakes his head a little, furrowing his brows for a moment before he realises that you are not going to let him go until he answers your question.

“Joonwoo-hyung said I’m dumb and can’t do anything right.” He sighs, “He said I shouldn’t be a dad, that I’ll raise Nabi to be stupid like me.”

You can see how much it hurts him to repeat those words to you, they are clearly eating him up inside, you know how he gets. He has enough trouble with his self-confidence at the best of times, so any negativity tends to really break him down. It hurts you to see him like this, as you always tell him the opposite, forever complimenting him on everything.

“Aigoo, yeobo…” You murmur, “You are perfect, your brother is just jealous.”

You hate his brother, even just mentioning him is enough to send a shiver down your spine. The man has done nothing but hurt Hanseo, his entire life has been hell thanks to him, but no matter what you say or do, he looks up to him like an idol, and because of that, every cruel word that he says, Hanseo takes to heart completely.

You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls back from you, hesitation written all over his face, as shock is clear on yours, so not used to rejection from the clingy, loveable man that you married.

“Are you sure that you want to kiss me?” He asks you, his voice a little whiny, his lips pouted.

“More than anything in the world, nae sarang.” You reply easily, the words coming quickly to you, without missing a beat, “You are the most incredible man I have ever met.”

He shakes his head, still unsure if he believes you or not, and you lean in to kiss him again before he can say another word. He hums contentedly as your lips meet, leaning into your touch, his hands moving to your shoulders.

“Come, yeobo,” You urge him, “Let’s go to bed, hmm? I think you need a little extra special attention this evening.”

Hanseo nods slowly, moving to take your hand as you lead him out of the hallway and down to your bedroom. He is hesitant in his footsteps, and you can tell that he does not feel like he deserves to be loved by you. You know that it is going to be difficult to get him to believe you, but you have done it before, so you know that you can do it again.

You gently push the bedroom door open, and guide Hanseo to sit on the edge of the bed. Once he is comfortable, you move to straddle him, your knees on the mattress either side of his hips, your hands at the collar of his shirt.

“Jang Hanseo, you’re so perfect,” You tell him, “I don’t like it when you believe your brother’s words…”

Hanseo frowns, visibly fighting down the temptation to disagree with you, it is hard though, and he whines a little as he attempts to believe the words that you say.

You unbutton his shirt slowly, hands trailing over his skin as you push his shirt and jacket off his shoulders, exposing his body to you. He is perfect, fit, muscular, you truly could not fault him. You guide him onto his back, kissing along his jawline and down his neck, as he writhes underneath you, pressing kisses to his most sensitive spots.

“Hips up for me, baby,” You order as you move back a little, “Gotta get your pants off too.”

His cheeks flush red, though he does as he is told, watching as you unbutton his slacks, easily working them down his legs. He is hard already, from such little effort by you, and you can tell that he is embarrassed by it, as you sink to your knees in front of him, fingers hooking into the elastic of his underwear to tug them down as well.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” You tell him, “I am not going to let up until you agree with me, either… not until you acknowledge that your brother’s words were not true.”

He nods, stuttering over his words, a barely audible yes, jagiya leaving his lips as he watches you, trying to stay still as you kiss up the inside of his thighs. His cock twitches as you get closer, and he gasps as you kiss up his shaft, moaning as you close your mouth over the tip.

“Oh, fuck,” Hanseo gasps, as you move to take him in all the way, “Oh, jagiya, fuck… you feel so good.”

You hum as you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, tongue swirling as you match your pace with both your hand and your mouth, sucking him off exactly how he likes it. You stare up at him through your lashes, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat with each movement lower.

He is not quiet, whining and moaning as his fingers tangle in your hair, not wanting to move, but indicating to you that he wants more. You lift your head, though your hand still continues to work him, and you begin to kiss up his body until you reach his lips again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You ask, “Do you believe me yet?”

Hanseo pauses to think for a moment, before he shakes his head, though his moans only get louder.

“Feels good, jagiya,” He replies, “But I don’t believe you, not yet.”

You roll your eyes, not really believing him, sure that he is only feigning disbelief to get you to touch him more. You tighten your grip, stroking him harder, faster, easily working him so close to orgasm.

“Fine,” You smirk, as you suddenly move your hand away, “You don’t get to cum until you do.”

Hanseo groans, balling his fists as he attempts to keep his composure. He hates edging, so much, but you know that he needs a little punishment, if you want him to see things from your point of view.

“Would you like to help me out, baby?” You ask, “I don’t think it’s very fair that I put in all the work, not when I know how good you are with your mouth, too.”

You giggle as Hanseo frowns, he wants to protest, but not as much as he wants to go down on you. You tilt your head to the side, before gazing down at your body, still fully dressed while Hanseo is naked underneath you. You don’t have to tell him what to do, his hands are already moving to undress you quickly, and you happily oblige him, lifting yourself up so that he can work your leggings down and off.

“Do you want to ride my face, jagi?” He asks you, his voice so innocent and sweet, “I’d like it a lot if you did.”

You nod at him, and you move into position once you get your panties off, your knees next to his ears as you gaze down at him. He is eager, and you smile, motioning that he can begin.

Hanseo lifts his head, tongue laid flat to connect with you, and though he has done this a thousand times before, you still are never prepared for how intense the pleasure is. He knows your body better than you do, the way that his tongue swirls over your clit has you seeing stars in what feels like seconds.

“Oh, yeobo,” You moan, “Fuck, you are incredible… nobody else could ever make me feel this good.”

He chuckles at this, sending shockwaves through your body, and his cheeks flush red as you moan louder, praising him further. You lean back, using your core strength to hold you up as Hanseo eats you out, working you effortlessly, so quickly to your peak, exactly how you wanted it.

“You want to make me cum, don’t you?” You ask him, “Show me how much you want it.”

Hanseo moans into you, the vibrations enough to send you spiralling, gripping to his hair as you grind down onto his face, your orgasm washing over you completely. Breathless cries of his name escape you, the high is so overwhelming.

“Fuck, baby,” You sigh, as you move back, leaning down to kiss his glistening lips, “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that, right?”

Hanseo kisses you back, as you grind down against his cock, wanting to take him in already, but needing him to agree with you first, you need to hear him say it.

“Yes, jagi,” He nods, “Yes, I am perfect, fuck, please let me fuck you.”

You chuckle, lifting yourself up as Hanseo grabs his cock, moving into position. You smile at him as you lower yourself down, slowly taking in his full length, moaning as you do.

“You are perfect,” You reply, lifting your hips to drop down on him again, “So big, you feel so good inside me, baby, you fuck me so well.”

You find a steady pace to ride him in, leaning down to kiss him as he matches your rhythm, thrusting his hips up to you each time you lower down. You know that he would have to be close, he never does last long after you edge him, but you don’t mind, he deserves to be rewarded.

“Please, jagi,” He whimpers, tears brimming in his eyes, “Can I cum? Please? It hurts.”

It makes you smile, and you nuzzle your nose against his before you kiss him again, loving the way that he clings to you, so desperate, so fucking needy.

“Cum for me, baby,” You urge, “Fill me up, perfectly, like you always do.”

You barely finish speaking, as Hanseo releases, chest heaving as you take him in, gasping at the feeling as he fills you up.

“I love you,” He murmurs, “Thank you, jagi.”

As his peak descends, you slow down, though you don’t move, laying on him comfortably, tracing shapes with your fingertips across his chest. You kiss his neck softly, while he plays with your hair, so happy to be so close.

“I love you, Hanseo,” You reply, “I love everything about you. You’re the best father, the best husband, I need you to believe me.”

Hanseo hums contentedly, holding you to him as he revels in the praises you give.

“I do,” He replies, “I do believe you, I promise.”

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