#woozi mafia au
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a wilted rose - ljh
pairing: mafia boss!lee jihoon x fem!reader
word count: 3k
warnings: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au, angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of violence and guns, injuries, bruises, crying, swearing, implied murder, slight fluff, jihoon being protective (yes, that’s a warning)
summary: an unfortunate encounter has jihoon realize his true feelings for his wife.
a/n: toyed around with the idea of mafia!boss jihoon and this is what popped out 🙊 happy new year, friends!
- tae 💜🌸✨
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Lee Jihoon’s family is known as one of the most feared Mafia families in South Korea, his great grandparents having made a reputation for themselves that has been held up for generations.
Jihoon was born an only child and singular heir to the Lee fortune and the Lee legacy; having known from a young age that he would eventually end up being the leader of the Lee clan. He knew the family business was dangerous, and since being taught the ropes at 13, he knew that his relationships could be used against him from rival clans. This reason alone caused him to be cautious and callous with who he associated with. He only has two important people he would consider his friends.
His closest friend, Kwon Soonyoung also doubles as his right hand man. Both men grew up together due to Soonyoung’s father being close with Jihoon’s. Their frequent meetings caused the young men to be around eachother for long bouts of time, eventually being homeschooled together while their father’s talked business. For Jihoon, Soonyoung is the one and only person he could trust on this earth- time and time again, he has always proved his unchallenged loyalty to Jihoon and his father’s family. If Jihoon was irrational and unfiltered, Soonyoung was his voice of reason and his level-headed decision maker. To him, it was a match made in heaven.
The second person he considered his friend, or used to, was you. You came into both Jihoon and Soonyoung’s life at 8 years old, your family having been hired by Master Lee to work as live-in staff in their mansion. You were the only other child Jihoon and Soonyoung’s age, and despite Master Lee’s cold heart, he grew to treat you like his daughter and let Jihoon frequently spend his younger years playing with his two closest friends when they weren’t being homeschooled together until he was of age to get into the family business.
12 months ago, when Jihoon had just turned 25, Master Lee announced his soon to be retirement to his son. The only condition for Jihoon to step up to be head of the family business was simple but to Jihoon, was absolutely atrocious.
“I don’t understand why you think me marrying would be advantageous to the family, father.” He hisses, adjusting his chain around his neck, glaring at the stupid red rose, the Lee family staple, perfectly pinned to his lapel.
“It is not to a random woman, Jihoon.” Master Lee frowned.
“That makes it worse!” He barked, leaning his head back in frustration.
“Jihoon. You have to know that no one can be trusted in this business. I am not allowing you to marry outside of who we trust. They can slither their way into your heart and when you are at your most vulnerable, they take everything out from under you. If the enemy knows you’re committed to someone already, it keeps them from hurting us from the inside.”
“Yeah, it also makes Y/N the number one target to the enemy and they will try and swipe her away from under our noses!” He’s yelling now.
He would never admit it to anyone, but he cares too much for you. You’re too good to be associated with the dastardly business that is associated with being in the mafia; you’re a good hearted person who happily serves the Lee family alongside your just as good parents. You’re the one good thing that Jihoon has left, and he’d be damned if he couldn’t protect you.
“It’s not like you’re going to be parading her out for missions and stake outs.” Master Lee frowns. “She is only for the parties. So others know that you’re a committed man that will not waver. I guarantee you she will be protected. She will be treated like a queen in here, and she won’t ever have to see the dark side of the business. Son, I promise you.”
For 12 months, Jihoon, in the public eye was the perfect model husband with you. He stayed by your side faithfully at galas and parties, parading you around with a look of what was perceived as adoration by others. Behind closed doors however, Jihoon treated you like a ghost. Long gone was your once closest friend who you stayed up late with to binge watch stupid movies, playing video games and pranks on Soonyoung. The only thing that remained was a quiet man that only greeted you for one meal a day, to his insistence for the sake of ‘normalcy.’ In your opinion, it felt anything but. Your attempts at conversion were shut down with one worded answers or sometimes none at all, and over time, you grew to enjoy your meal with your husband in silence before going about your day around the Lee mansion alone.
Jihoon thought his father’s plan was working. For 12 months, his wife was safe and protected and never got caught up with any of the mafia business. He was in alliance with most rival clans and worked out plans and deals to work for the foreseeable future.
Sadly for Jihoon, Master Lee was full of shit.
Jihoon is frantic. The staff had alerted him while out for a meeting with an ally clan that you had been injured. They were intentionally vague with details, knowing their boss would fly off the handle at the extent to what your injuries were.
“She’s at home.” Jihoon hears Soonyoung’s voice over the phone.
“What the fuck happened, Soonyoung.” He is sure he is making his driver break at least 10 different road laws right now to get back to the mansion. He makes a mental note to contact the local police and send some generous gift baskets.
“The guards don’t know. I’m trying to get it out of them, but no luck yet.”
“She shouldn’t have been out unsupervised.” Jihoon winces, rubbing at his temples. “Tell them if they don’t give you an honest answer by the time I’m back, I will have their tongues.”
“Just go to her right now, Hoon-ah.”
Marching into the living room, Jihoon makes his presence known by the heavy thuds of his boots on the tiled floor. His eyes scan the room until they finally land on you, his childhood friend and arranged wife, sitting anxiously on the couch. He feels his eye twitch at the sight of no guards in sight, you having been left alone since you have returned.
You lift your head up shakily, your eyes widening at the sight of your husband. His long hair, usually sported in a bun atop his head is now strewn about and falling out of the elastic holding it together, suit jacket scrunched and twisted, red rose nowhere to be found. You’re astonished, having grown so used to seeing your husband with his perfect red rose on his lapel at all times. What you didn’t know that after having found out about your capture, he thrown it to the ground in frustration of his worst fears coming true.
“Jihoon?” You blink nervously.
This is the first time you’ve seen him properly (minus your daily lunches) for maybe a month. He stares intently across the room at you, scanning your body. You’re cradling your left wrist in your hand, a bruise in the perfect shape of a hand print forming around your wrist. His eyes lift to your face, his blood boiling at the sight of a small cut across your cheek, your right eye swelling up and starting to turn purple.
“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, biting down on your lip. “I know I shouldn’t have-“
You flinch at the sight of Jihoon striding forward, only to pause when he walks straight past you and into the kitchen, causing your shoulders to deflate. You were stupid to think your best friend had come back for only a moment. You sink sadly into the couch, curling up slowly.
Your head stays facing down at the floor as you run your fingertip over the hand print on your wrist, wincing and hissing as you press a little too hard. You sigh after a moment, moving to stand up before you pause at the sight of Jihoon’s expensive dress shoes directly in front of you.
You look up nervously at him as he reaches out, delicately taking your wrist, face neutral as he runs his fingers gently over the bruise just like you had done, eyebrows furrowing. You shiver slightly, this being the first physical contact you have felt from your husband in months. Next, he reaches forward and tucks a stray hair behind your cheek before examining the darkening bruise over your eye. At this, you see his eyes darken, heaving a heavy sigh through his nose.
“Who the fuck did this to you.” His voice is soft as he eyes you.
“I-I…”
“I need to know who did this.” He pleads.
“It was Hwang.” You whimper.
His jaw clenches. Hwang has sworn vengeance against the Lee family ever since Master Lee cut ties and alliances with the Hwang’s over his unethical practices. In Hwang’s words, he wanted to poison the perfect garden of roses that Master Lee built.
“H-he said it was a warning..” you can’t look Jihoon in the face. “T-to keep your wife on a leash or else something could happen. Jihoon, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t have gone out, I didn’t want to cause any more trouble.” You’re crying softly now, wincing at the pain that your swelling is causing.
You tense up as you feel something cool delicately rest on your cheek, opening your eyes to see your husband holding an ice pack gently to your face. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he moves you so you’re sitting down on the couch once more.
“You stay here until Soonyoung gets back to look after you, okay?” He instructs you as you just stare at him, bewildered. “Do you hear me, Y/N?” You nod your head slowly as you cradle the ice pack to your cheek. “Good.”
You watch Jihoon turn around and march back towards the front door of the mansion, pointing to Mr Kim, one of the guards who has been in Jihoon’s family for years. “Make sure no one comes inside this mansion except for me and Soonyoung. You guard her with your life until he gets here.” The man nods his head sternly as he moves to stand in the doorway between the living room and the entryway.
“J-Jihoon? Where are you going?” You ask nervously as your husband adjusts the gun holster around his waist, his voice cold and deadly, sending a shiver down your spine.
“I’m going to kill the fucker who thought he could touch my wife and get away with it.”
And with that, the door slams behind him, leaving you alone with Mr Kim eyeing the door sternly.
You stay anxiously in the living room for what feels like an eternity, waiting to hear anything from Jihoon or his guards. You jolt at the sound of the door after only 15 minutes of sitting in silence, breathing a sigh of relief as you see Soonyoung rush inside and run straight towards you.
“Soon…” you whimper as he meets you halfway, immediately pulling you close and hugging you to his chest.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He breathes out, shaky. “The one fucking day I had to go run some errands…”
You hate the fact that Hwang probably waited for Soonyoung to be away from you to strike.
“Soon, it’s fine…” you whisper, wincing as he pulls away to look down at your face, closely examining your swelling eye.
“It’s not fine, look at you!”
“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You whisper, and he just sighs with frustration, leading you to the couch and sitting you up against the cushions, laying a fluffy blanket over you.
“You’re going to sit here and we are going to watch some tv until Jihoon-ah gets back, okay?” He settles down beside you.
“Soonyoung, you can go have a shower or eat or something...” Your voice is low as he scrolls through random movies to play on Netflix.
“Nope.” He made a promise to stay with you until Jihoon gets back, and he will stay true to his word. Eating and washing up can wait.
“Y/N-ah.” Soonyoung glances at his phone after a few hours. The ice pack against your cheek is now lukewarm, your legs having shaken non-stop since you’d been forced to sit down.
“Hm..” you hum in response.
“Jihoon-ah will be home in 5 minutes. He asked for me to give you both some privacy and take care of some clean-up. Will you be okay with Mr Kim watching you?”
“Okay.” You respond nervously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Soonyoung gently touches your good cheek with his finger.
“I’ll be in the other room making calls if you get scared between now and then. Okay?”
“Thank you, Soonie.” You whisper, looking up at him with a grateful smile.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles back before turning around and walking down the hall, leaving you alone once more as the panic begins to rise in your body.
You’re lucky you don’t have to wait long, as true to Soonyoung’s word, Jihoon steps inside his mansion and into the living room not even 5 minutes later, heaving a sigh. When you spot him, you rush quickly to him, immediately noticing the blood on his shirt and causing you to panic even more.
“Oh god.. you’re bleeding, what have I done? Your father will have me for this.” You quickly try to wipe the blood off his shirt (which you’re relieved to realize isn’t his). Jihoon surprises you both as he reaches forward to take your injured wrist again, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms tight around your waist.
He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, squeezing you to him as his chin rests on top of your head, grip tight on your shirt. You’re shaking before you just melt into his embrace, holding onto his jacket tight as he hums.
“Are you okay.” When you just nod, he pulls back to look into your face. “I need to hear it from you, Y/N. Please… just humor me.”
“Yeah, I’m okay, Hoonie.” You breathe out with wide eyes.
Why does he look so scared?
He sighs with finality before he pulls you back to him, hugging you tight for the first time since he was forced to hold you at your wedding over 12 months ago.
“We will need more security.” He mumbles to you as he holds you tight. “Guards at every post. When we go out, when you’re out in the garden, everywhere. It’s clear they know your schedule so we need to throw them off your scent.” He is talking a mile a minute as he keeps you close to his chest, afraid you’d slip away. “As a precaution, I will have guards sweep the house for any bugs they could have planted. Tonight, we will sleep in the safe house. Is that okay with you, Y/N?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You whisper, your face buried in his shirt. You don’t want to leave his side as much as he doesn’t too - this being the most affection you’ve gotten from someone in 12 months.
“Fuck.” Jihoon didn’t account for the fact his safe house only had one king size bed. “You can take the bed, okay… I can take the couch.”
“Don’t be silly.” You hum, already dragging him to the bed. “We’re both adults here. I think we can handle sharing a bed. We used to in school, right Hoonie?”
“I mean yeah, but we weren’t married then.”
“We’re only married on paper. Why are you being so iffy?” You laugh, wincing as your smile hurts your bruising cheek. Without thinking, he reaches out to cup your face worriedly, examining the bruise before rushing out to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a small ice pack to press to your cheek.
“I’d feel more comfortable if you were close, Hoon. Please.” You ask quieter now as he rocks awkwardly on his heels.
“Only until you’re asleep.” He bargains, and you nod quickly.
“Deal.”
After an awkward intermission of you both getting ready to share the bed for the first time since your wedding, you’re finally drifting off, curled up beside your husband as he sits up against the bed head, stiff as a board in sweatpants and a large jumper. Jihoon lays on top of the blankets so he can make an easy get away when you fall into a deep sleep.
He’s about to up and leave as your breathing evens out, thinking you’re asleep when he feels you shift. You scoot closer, hand finding his as your head nestles comfortably against his shoulder. You visibly relax at his warmth, your shaky hands slowing to a stop as you essentially glue yourself to his side. He tenses up, looking down at you with wide eyes as you finally fall asleep. He frowns deeply at the sight of your bruise showing before aggressively sighing to himself and wrapping his free arm around you to hold you against his chest. He is unable to resist your cuteness. That, and he wants to protect you, of course.
Jihoon refuses to sleep a wink in case someone tries to break in, but after hour four of him stroking your arm delicately with his cheek resting on top of your forehead, he feels himself drifting off.
When he wakes up, he sees you’re still cuddled up to him, but almost jumps out of his skin when he sees Soonyoung standing at the foot of the bed with a knowing smirk on his face.
“It took you long enough to treat your wife like she is your wife.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Jihoon hisses out as quietly as possible to not wake you, his cheeks bright red. “If she wakes up, I’ll have your head.”
“I’m sure you will.” He winks.
“Kwon Soonyoung I swear to god if my wife wasn’t sleeping against me right now, you’d be six feet under.”
“Mhm~” he sing songs, stepping out the bedroom door.
“If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”
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HYUNG LINE
MAKNAE LINE
a/n: been wanting to do this for a long time now, hopefully y'all will like it <3 i don't really do reader x member stuff though, so this'll just either be member x member ships or no romance at all 😅
pairing: jihancheol, junhao, verkwan
genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, romance (kinda), angst (?), mafia
warnings: slight mentions of non-graphic violence, illegal stuff obviously
S.Coups
leader, for obvious reasons
hella protective over the guys, will kill for them
won't admit it, but also very soft for them
belonged to a family already involved with the mafia, knew the inner workings of an organisation like this since very young
unforgiving and unrelenting if he sets his mind on something, especially if that something is revenge
lost his parents to a rival mafia early on, was out for revenge when he stumbled across the members one by one, and that's how svt
came to be
did end up taking revenge, the rival gang doesn't exist anymore
helps in cleanup because muscles
worries about the others during missions but then tells himself that he's being stupid and everyone has had years of experience and there's no one he would rather trust
has known jeonghan and joshua since they were 14
is also very whipped for said men (and their puppy dog eyes)
ruthless, yes, but holds his member's opinions in high regards
often pretends he doesn't see the members going out of their way to take care of him after a rough day so they don't get embarrassed
once went MIA for a week
the group was in hysterics, there was chaos everywhere, some were worried, others were ready to kill, the mansion almost burned down at least 7 times, half of them were starving by the end of it because everyone was just so darn busy trying to find where he disappeared
jeonghan, jihoon and seungkwan almost lost their minds trying to bring order to the chaos (a near impossible task, let's be honest)
only for him to return later, very confused about the welcome he got (his members on top of him, most of them either already crying or on the verge of tears and a very angry jeonghan, seungcheol had never feared for his life more)
turns out he had left for a overseas meeting; it was sudden and he was urgently required in the middle of the night
in his defence, he had left a sticky note on the door of their bedroom, for maximum visibility, which no one had noticed somehow (you'd think they'd be good at this shit, being, y'know, mafia members)
he never let them live this down, but only after he made sure jeonghan and jihoon weren't going to murder him in his sleep
got scolded about forgetting his charger before going on the trip in retaliation (which is why he couldn't text or call them)
wonwoo threatened to replace his phone and give him a normal one instead of the non-traceable ones he made specially for the group
was reluctant at first, but warmed up to the idea of dating and is now in a poly relationship with jeonghan and joshua
Jeonghan
the seducer, again, for obvious reasons
looks like an angel and acts like one too, but only for the kids
can be really scary when he wants to be
the kids have a weird sense of respect for him and the way he gets shit done
can be surprisingly lazy
too good at mind games
knows how to crumble even the toughest person
has his fair share of bad days
needs cuddles all day long
will demand them like a baby
the members will then proceed to do some manly cuddling
ran away from home at the age of 13, but no one knows why, even his boyfriends
met seungcheol when he was 14 by chance in a convenience store, trying to swipe a loaf of bread under the cashier's nose while flirting with her
he gave him a place to stay and food to eat
that's when he knew he was in love
poor baby was very confused when he fell for joshua because he still definitely was in love with seungcheol
knows he is ethereal and uses the knowledge with the precision of a knife
low-key the mother of the groups, fusses over little things
also radiates chaotic gay energy 24/7
somehow even ropes the most responsible, calm members into doing some weird shit on a daily basis
has made it his personal mission to annoy the hell out of seungcheol and joshua
gets annoyed when it doesn't work and they just get fond instead
prefers knives and daggers over guns and has learned the art of swordfighting
has a hard time trusting someone new
got himself kidnapped in their early days
had gotten a little cocky at the consecutive successes they had been having and hadn't bothered to hide the knife properly
said knife stuck out like a sore thumb and a rival gang hadn't even waited long enough to let him get to where he was supposed to be before abducting him
was tortured with all kinds of punches and kicks
the torturer sadistically didn't hit his face
the group had to give a huge ransom for him
felt guilty for ages before vernon, surprisingly enough, slapped (literally) some sense into him
was so shocked he didn't even think about scolding the younger for hitting someone older than him
came to accept that mistakes happen
but is still careful on every mission now
Joshua
the 'undercover agent'
trained with jeonghan and jun
but works closely with seokmin and vernon
often infiltrates other gangs posing as a new recruit
a genius in disguises
can go from looking pretty to looking like a blotchy old man with a hump in no time and barely any special materials
loves posing as girls
flirts a lot as a girl
then renders his target unconscious to get the required information
because a lot of pervert gang leaders are actually stupid enough to take their one night stands to important places like their offices or bedrooms
if anyone was to ask him a memorable experience, he would tell them about the one time he had to switch disguises from an old bearded man to a pretty young lady
and how he forgot to take the beard off and had worn the bra the wrong way
he was supposed to be going for an interview for the secretary of the ceo
got a itch on his nose in the elevator and realised the beard was still on his face
was very glad that he was alone in the elevator
checked himself just in case and found he still had a flat chest
had to take off his blouse, put the bra back on properly
and then get dressed again, all in less than a minute
gave wonwoo hell because he hadn't warned him despite having eyes on every single camera in the building
only got a laugh in response
is weirdly obsessed with water
he and jeonghan make a pair to be reckoned with
poor seungcheol loses his mind on a daily basis with these two someone save him
gets homesick really easily
will spend ages talking with vernon in english when he feels so
a master ventroquelist
this unexpectedly has come in hand way too many times
his original dream was to be a preschool teacher
still questions how he ended up where he is on a near daily basis
doesn't regret it one bit though
a proper gentleman, but only when he isn't in the mood to do some crazy shit
which actually isn't that often
but god knows it's intense when it happens
obviously everything he ever plans he plans with jeonghan
and the target is always seungcheol
"the others don't lose their patience as quick as you, y'know, you're fun to tease"
*cue cheeky grin and getting chased by a mad cheol*
Jun
more of a lure than a seducer, but prefers the latter term
way too confident
but only in his face
gets adorably flustered if someone compliments him on anything other than his face
a goofy lil shit
everyone will collectively unanimously agree that he is the group's weirdo
he won't even try to deny it
had a hard childhood, was attention and touch starved
his family went bankrupt and the first thing they did was "kick out the liability"
was working a part time job secretly though and decided to change countries
that's how jihoon stumbled upon him, on the street
revels in attention
top class humour
loves to act all coy and pretty and damsel-in-distress on missions
says it attracts people easily
only to go all 'i-am-an-expert-martial-artist-fear-me' on them
except it's not quite as funny as it sounds
because he is trained in all sorts of traditional martial arts
of most east asian and south-east asian countries
half of whose names the other members can't even pronounce
often worries the others by preferring to go into missions without any weapons
says it helps in maintaining the cover
which it certainly does
and that he doesn't need any weapons anyway
"i am a weapon"
*grin*
(it's fine but only because it's jun 👀)
practises with minghao, who is not quite as trained as he is, but gets the job done
has insane stamina
once fought a small rival gang in hand to hand combat all by himself
flexible as fuck
makes too many dirty jokes about it
(must be the only idiot to actually make dirty jokes about himself smh 😔)
sleight of hand
master pickpocket
steals from the members just for the fun of it
they don't even blink an eye when they find something missing, will simply go to his room and find whatever they are looking for on his dresser
is also somehow very forgetful
a babie
Hoshi
the pyromaniac
prefers to be called the entertainer of the group though
had a weird penchant for fire when he started
once set fire to the headquarters of a small gang
really liked doing that
so they gave him asked him to work with seungkwan and chan
and make bombs and fire guns of all sorts
is also weirdly obsessed with tigers
(but don't we all know that already 😩)
one of the few members who uses an alias in the mafia world
has too much raging gemini energy
strangely intuitive when it comes to finding traitors
or the person responsible for committing whatever new atrocity svt is dealing with
hates wearing suits
but still enjoys how good and authoritative he looks in them
until he goes all crazy again
annoyingly loud
also annoyingly sweet
he and seokmin are sunshine in human form
almost has the same amount of weird energy as jun
they are the gemini twins after all
will either get on your nerves on a daily basis
or will convince you to help him get on someone else's nerves
very squishy
dramatic, but not in the drama queen way
just in the attention seeking way
doesn't really mean it, it just happens
is actually an introvert, but has a hard time believing it himself
most of everything he owns is tiger themed
even has a customised yellow gun with black stripes
they don't let him take it out though, so just uses it for practise in the headquarters
can and will steal the member's clothes and accessories
and will proceed to tease them about it
he doesn't know, but everyone is very fond (read:whipped) for him
even the younger members
because god knows he acts more like a maknae than the real maknae
has a fourth degree taekwondo black belt
also helps in cleanup
a surprising amount of things need burning after fights
can withstand a high amount of heat because of how used he is to it
another babie
Wonwoo
the tech guy
or as ned would say, the guy in the chair (im sorry i had to 🙈)
smarter then he looks
which is saying something because he already does look smart
nimble and quick fingers
has glasses, goes kinda blind without them
was a streamer before he joined
hence the affection to computers
still games, but doesn't stream anymore
a master at puzzles
works with chan for new projects, the younger is good at assembly while he handles the programming and electric part of everything
svt only ever uses the cctv cameras made by him
so they're never compromised
seldom joins the others for field work
becomes the guys' eyes and ears for most missions
one of the best hackers out there
also one of the quickest
the guys had a special basement made just for him
just in case someone manages to enter the headquarters
has a tinier but just as strong basement under his house too
for emergencies
only the 13 of them even know where to get to the basement (in the headquarters)
and he is the only one who knows the passcode required to enter
the room is absolutely filled with all things computer
was one of the first people to meet seungcheol and jihoon
they also forced him to learn hapkido when they met him
is a black belt now
practises with jun and minghao weekly
usually quite and reserved
his crazy side comes out rarely
but when it does, it comes in full force
his parents still think he works for an IT firm
said firm is actually a legitimate cover to the shady ongoings in svt
so he never really has troubles coming up with realistic stories
does help the employees there though
has his name stated in the official employees list
the other members either haven't noticed or don't care
because he probably hacked into the website to put his name there
an easy task considering he was the one who made it in the first place
once ate some dish with crab while giving instructions during a mission
threw up all over his brand new computer
demanded to know who ordered it
turns out it was him who accidentally clicked on the wrong dish while ordering
was sheepish
but still threw out the computer
Woozi
sub leader
seungcheol's right hand man
and his left hand man
and a lot more
is the entire group's reality check
enjoys more authority over the members than seungcheol does
but that's because they can't bully him like they do with seungcheol (some save him pt. ∞)
does a lot of jobs in the group
mainly helps in cleanup
also does the recruiting
made the entrance tests for people looking to join
designed them himself
while cheol decides what to do, he decides how to do it
did i mention he's actually cheol's cousin?
a very distant cousin
but a cousin nonetheless
his family had also always been involved in the mafia world
he ran away from home though
said it was too toxic
even for a literal criminal gang
still wanted to work in a mafia though
him and cheol had been close when they were younger
got to know about how the elder was planning to take revenge for his parents
was the one to convince him to actually form a proper gang before doing anything stupid
said he'd help
refused to be the leader
but agreed to have a position of importance
unnervingly good at predicting stuff
...all sorts of stuff
can usually tell the weather of the entire day early in the morning
but more often than not acts as a warning system to the guys on field
which is the entire reason he even accompanies them
they once went near an abandoned river to search for something
said they would find something even more precious
they found a small pouch filled with black opals
is the personification of 'i might be small but you're all still beneath me'
(i am inclined to agree ✊🏻)
actually a lil cutie though
not anywhere near as cold as he seems
might wanna read:
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Sweet Innocence
Mafia! Seungcheol
Going on walk after a meeting was the best decision Seungcheol made.
Being the leader and having so much responsibility, makes Seungcheol a very grumpy man. He almost never smiles outside of drinking with his members. They often joke no one will ever marry him if no one ever sees him smiling. He often rolls his eyes at that. Of course he messes around with many different women but never really settles. Not that he minds settlement, he longs for it. But he’s nervous to tell a potential love of his life that he runs a very dangerous gang.
He tries to push that behind him, acting like it doesn’t matter. But it bothers him a lot. A lot of women want him but he doesn’t want them in the same way. He wants to be loved and not loved for his money or his fame for being one of the ceos of Highlight.
. . .
It was Friday night and the boys were done with a business meeting. They went their separate ways and Seungcheol was left alone. He was walking aimlessly. Nothing on his mind and was enjoying the street light illuminating the quiet roads. Maybe this is what he wants? A peaceful life and the breeze going through his hair.
“Ummph”
He looked down at who bumped into his chest. Sweet innocent eyes stared back at his tainted ones.
He smirked.
No.
This is what he wanted in life.
“Uh. . I’m s-so s-sorry! I wasn’t looking.” She fumbled out.
“Are you sure it wasn’t because my handsome face distracted you?” He said a little too cockily.
She was a taken aback.
“W-what?”
“You heard me, dollface. My handsome face was too distracting, mhm?”
It’s almost as if she was in a trance. “Uh what?!no! I got to go!” She quickly made her way passed him. He chuckled.
“I’ll see you around, cutie!” He shouted as she slowly disappeared from his sight.
He turned back around to continue his walk, but stepped on something. He bent down and picked it up. It was an ID.
L/n Y/n, mmh
He smirked. This was going to be interesting.
. . .
A few nights have passed since that encounter with the handsome man. His face seemed oddly familiar. Y/n couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe they have classes together? She tried not to dwell to hard on why his handsome face was filling her head.
It was close to nine and she was headed towards the library. She needed a book for her class that she forgot to get before leaving campus. She silently cursed herself. The sun was setting. Only a sliver of the sun remained. She needed to be quick.
Soon the glass doors came into view and she walked in quietly. The Liberian smiled at her and said a soft, “Welcome”
Y/n returned her smile and went to towards the various books. She made her way towards the historical books. The book stood there in all its glory. After she picked it up, along side other books, she reached into her pocket for her student id.
It’s not there.
It’s cool. Maybe in her bag?
Not there either.
She started to freak out. The library was going to close soon and she wouldn’t have enough time to go back to her apartment and get the id.
She was hysterical. The outline was due tonight and she wouldn’t be able to do it until tomorrow.
“Looking for this?”
She heard behind her. She whipped her head back. It was the handsome man from the other night. Her eyes widened. “Y-yes. Please! I need to check the books out. The library will close soon.” She softly said. He smirked.
“Hmm” he tapped his chin. “Should I?”
Her eyes widened again. Was he really playing after she said that the library was closing soon? Before she could say anything else, he said “Give me your number.”
Huh?
“Y-you want my number?” She said uncertainly.
“Yes, I need your number.” He leaned down to her height.
“Time is ticking.”
She quickly took out her cute memo pad and wrote her number down in record time. He took her number so graciously and handed her the id.
She bolted towards the front desk and he let out a low chuckle.
. . .
She walked out of the library with a satisfied smile. She got her books and now she can finish assignment. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bumps into something.
Sigh
She was here before.
Y/n looked up from his chest and stared at his face.
That smirk was there again.
“My, you must really like me, huh” He said as he brushed away the baby hair from her face.
“Huh?! When did you get down?! I didn’t even see you?!” She exclaimed as she jumped back. He smiled at her questions.
“As much as I would love to answer that, you need to finish that paper, don’t you?”
“O-oh yeah. . I do”
“Well then, until next time Ms. Y/n.” He said as waved goodbye.
She gently waved goodbye.
As she walked back to her apartment, she comes to a sudden realization.
“Ahhh. . I should’ve asked for his name. Then I could’ve known why his face is so familiar.” She thought out loud.
. . .
It was Friday and Seungcheol was walking through the quiet streets of Seoul. Not a single person in sight. The nice cool breeze wafts through his hair. He lives for this.
He spots a convenience store and decides to get a few snacks and sit by the Han river. He walks in and looks around, trying to decide what to get.
“You. . .” The voice said softly.
He looked up and met Y/n’s eyes. He let out a genuine smile. “I might have to really make you mine if we keep meeting like this.”
“I-I’m here to get snacks not to see you.” She stuttered out.
“Hmmm, is that so?” He gently smirked.
She let out a soft pout and turned around. He laughs softly and pulled her back gently by her wrist. “Come sit with me by the river.” He said as he took her small basket of good. “I’ll even pay for you.”
“N-no it’s fine, I’ll pay.”
“It’s fine, if I like something I don’t mind spending anything on it.”
She blushed as she let go of the basket.
. . .
They sat at the bench, quietly eating away.
He kept stealing glances from her and was in awe with how beautiful she was.
“Um. . What’s your name?” She asked softly.
“Choi Seungcheol.”
“Oh . . That sounds famil- Wait? THE Choi Seungcheol?! Like one of the CEO’s of Highlight Choi Seungcheol?!”
He laughs full heartedly.
“Yes, the Choi Seungcheol of Highlight.”
Y/n was at a lost for words. One of the most sought after man was right next to her, eating ramen.
She must’ve been too lost as Seungcheol waved his hands in front of her.
“You okay?” He let out a little laugh. He was beyond nervous for her reaction.
“I’m fine.” She said.
“Your ramen is getting cold.” He pointed with his chopsticks.
“Shouldn’t you be working instead of eating ramen?”
“Today’s Friday. I don’t like working after 8. I like going out on walks after drinking”
“Oh. . Sounds reasonable”
“Shouldn’t you being working instead of eating ramen so late?”
Y/n sheepishly laughed.
“I’m procrastinating.”
“Procrastinating won’t helping you life, you know.”
“I don’t what to write. It has to be an influential figure in our day and age.”
“Well . . Write about me.”
“Huh”
“Write about your handsome boyfriend that contributes to the economy annually.”
“You’re not my boyfriend”
“I can be if you want.
“What are you talking about? I barely know you. You c-can’t be my boyfriend.”
“Let’s go on a date.”
She looked at him wide eyed.
“I’ll treat like the royalty you are. I’ll hold you close. I’ll love you forever.”
She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“Y/n trust me. I won’t make you regret.”
“B-but what will peopl-“
“I don’t care about what people think. I care about what you think. Will you?”
She thought about it. He is charming and the public always praises his selflessness.
“I- okay. I’ll go on a date with you.”
He smiled.
“Now your essay will be accurate.”
He smiled as she let out soft giggles.
. . .
Thank god for Chan’s ability to hack into her personal profile with her number. He was able to see everything about her. Maybe that’s a little creepy to know every thing about her. But he couldn’t help it after she bumped into him that fated night. It’s like the universe wanted him to protect her himself. He’s going to make sure that she is shielded away from the life he lives.
That’s all he needs. He’ll make sure that the sweet innocence never fades. He smirked.
“You’re all my mine babygirl.”
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Unnecessary for Survival ~ *Lee Jihoon*
Summary: Jihoon hates the mafia. But that’s to be expected when he owes them a life debt. Though he’s paid off a good portion of it, he still has a long way to go. However, someone has taken twenty years of his sentence. Who could it be?
Pairing: Lee Jihoon X Fem!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Oneshot
Word Count: 2479
Warning: Swearing, mentions the black market and weapons, threats, toxic behavior
Mafia Masterlist
Even from down the hall, you could hear it.
Jihoon was making new music.
For a moment, everything was right in the world. Music was his sanctuary. Everything made sense, and if it didn’t, it was an equation he could easily solve. The melodies and bass drops blended perfectly. It was slowly becoming one of his better songs. However, he had more work to do before it was perfect and ready for release. But he wasn’t going anywhere. He could spend all day and night here if he liked. And he was going to do just that.
There was a knock at his studio door.
Knowing that a knock was never a good sign, Jihoon groaned and turned everything off. Whatever it was, it better not be that important. He had a song that was just begging to be finished.
Opening the door with a scowl, he sneered at you. “Can I help you?”
“The Big Boss wants to see you.” You exclaimed. “She said it was urgent.”
He sighed. “Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.”
And he shut the door in your face. Of course it was urgent. If it was you, it was almost always the Big Boss asking for him to see her. It was kind of cruel to send you to him, especially when you were busy with your own work. But everyone knew he couldn’t say no to you, and it bothered him.
Jihoon sighed, his hands rubbing his face. So much for getting work done today. He couldn’t avoid the Big Boss. Whenever she needed to speak to someone on the team, which was pretty infrequent, you were expected to be there as soon as humanly possible. So there was no point in him delaying the inevitable.
The walk to her office was short and the door was open when he arrived. Upon shutting it, she gestured for him to sit in front of her. But he remained standing.
“I need you and your team to hack into the city’s archives and expunge the records of these people.” She handed him a list of names, most of them new recruits who would be spying for them. “I want their identities completely erased.”
He sighed and took the list. “Is that all?”
“No. I want you to do them all by yourself.”
Jihoon narrowed his eyes on her. “I thought you wanted my team to help?”
“I did but I also want you to prove yourself loyal to the team.” She sighed and sat back in her chair. “I know you’ve been having loyalty issues lately. Something that has been hitting quite a few of our upper subordinates. But you’re one I really can’t afford to lose. You’re the leader of the support team. I need your support here, Jihoon. Can you do this for me?”
“What makes you think I’m having loyalty issues?”
She sighed, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. “I know the real reason why you hide yourself and hole up in your studio every day. Making music isn’t your only excuse. You were brought here because of the debts your parents had with us. You don’t want to be here so you only do what you have to to survive. Am I correct?”
He didn’t want to admit it, but she was. His parents had made a lot of bad decisions when he was younger. When the debts became too much, they gave away his freedom in exchange for help. He had no say in the matter, which made him bitter to both his parents and the Big Boss. Every so often his parents would try to contact him, but he would brush their attempts off. He had no interest in speaking to people who’d rather give away their own son than fix their bad habits.
“If it’s any consolation,” She continued. “Your life debt has been shortened, so you’re only here for another twenty years. I know that seems like a lot, but time will fly by.”
“Yeah, sure.”
The Boss stared at him for a brief moment before sighing again. “I know I can’t convince you to do this job and I hate using force, but I need you to do this. If you don’t, I’ll extend your life debt back to where it was originally, forty years from now.”
Jihoon gritted his teeth. Even though he knew her about as well as Seungcheol did, it still infuriated him that she was threatening him. Now, he understood why she wanted to keep him around. It was never good when someone left a gang, as you could never tell if they were going to divulge secrets to enemies. But Jihoon was almost a complete shut-in, spending most of his time in his studio. It didn’t matter that he was an Underboss; he didn’t care much for gang secrets. So he didn’t appreciate being threatened by the Boss.
“So to make sure I’m crystal clear, I want you to expunge these records and clear them off the face of the Earth. And when you return them to me, I have a different database I want you to hack.” She explained, her tone final.
“And what database is that?”
“The CIA. I have some unfinished business to attend to with them.”
He didn’t care so he didn’t ask. Instead, he snatched the folder from her with more force than was necessary. Stomping down the hall, he tried to calm his temper. If it wasn’t the Big Boss always reminding him about his life debt, it was the other members disturbing him and making his life a living hell. The sooner he got this done, the sooner he could calm himself down in the blissful world of music making.
Because of the large order, Jihoon took the file to the database room. It was full of far more computers than in his office and were more high powered than his. That way he could expunge multiple datasets at the same time. With a disgruntled sigh, he cracked his fingers and got to work.
While setting up the fourth expunge program, the door to the database opened.
“Minghao, if you’re trying to message your girlfriend, you have your own computer. Don’t bother me.” He snapped, not looking up from the computer he was working on.
“Sorry, is it a bad time? I can come back.” You answered.
He glanced over at you. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, well, a week ago, my computer broke and I brought it to Joshua to fix. But he’s been pretty preoccupied with getting his girlfriend relocated and all that. So I bought some black market weapons and I’m just checking to see if they’re still on their way.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah. It is a bad time. So come back in six hours.”
You chuckled. “I doubt it’ll take you that long to clear twelve sets of data. What else are you doing here? Something naughty?”
He glared at you. “No, nothing disgusting like what Hoshi or Seungcheol does. The Big Boss wants me to crack into the CIA. It’s not hard, just a long, time-consuming process.”
“Can’t hook up a hack function to a button? Don’t they do that in the movies?”
“The movies greatly exaggerate the complexities of hacking.” He snapped. “I’m sure Minghao has mentioned that on multiple occasions, given how passionately he feels about the topic.”
“He might have mentioned it.” You shrugged before sitting precariously on one of the desks. “Well I’m in no rush, so take your time.”
Jihoon didn’t respond. He kept typing away, setting up programs to do the deleting and cleaning for him. Even if he couldn’t connect a hack function to a single button on a keyboard, he could run programs to do smaller tasks for him. It made the whole process much easier.
“Are you sure I can’t just snag one computer? I’ll be quick, I promise! Twenty minutes top!” You begged, your bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout.
He scoffed. “No. Not till this data expunge is done. When I’m done, I’ll let you look while I hack into the CIA. Fair?”
“Fair.”
“What did you even buy that got you this on edge?” He asked, curious. “You’re never this anxious about a new shipment.”
You chewed on your lip before answering him. “It’s not so much what I got, but who I got it from. We’re running low on sniper rifles, and the best I could find were out of the country. It’s a new vendor and I’m afraid he’s going to stand me up. We need this shipment since Mingyu’s front has been working too well. I don’t want this to fall through.”
He couldn’t understand it. How could you care so much about a gang that seemed to take more than it gave? Your kindness and optimism always baffled him.
“It’ll be fine.” He muttered. “Just quit freaking out and take a deep breath.”
You did as he instructed, making the corner of his mouth twitch. Damn you for always making him soft. “You’re right. And I know you’re right, but I can’t help but worry. I just don’t want to let anyone down or hurt anyone.”
He scowled. “You won’t. You’re good at what you do. You’re incapable of doing anything bad.”
“Right of course.” You gave a joyless laugh. “You’ve known me for only a couple of years. You’ve been doing this for twenty years and you have twenty more to keep being amazing at what you do. I-”
“What do you mean twenty years?” Jihoon’s voice became deadly, as he stood up and stalked towards you. There was murder in his eyes as he glared into your soul. “How do you know about the twenty years.”
Fear flashed in your eyes as you shrunk away from him. Granted he felt a little bad for scaring you, but he was more furious than anything. No one but the Big Boss knew about his life debt and she just told him today about the cut back to twenty years. So how did you know? Did you have a hand in this?
“I-I didn’t-”
“If you even think about lying to me, I will not hesitate to erase your very existence from the face of the Earth.”
Tears in your eyes, you came clean. “Seungcheol was drunk. It was an accident. But the Boss asked me to help her bring him to bed and he mentioned the life debt, saying how bad he felt for you. The Boss made me swear to secrecy and I agreed, planning to take the secret to my grave.
“But, Seungcheol is right. I don’t understand how someone’s family could be so heartless and cruel to give away a child like that. After thinking it over for several months, I went to the Boss with an offer: I take twenty years of your debt. You’ll get your freedom sooner. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have meddled and I should have just left well enough alone. But I couldn’t let your talent go to waste. You deserve to have your music heard by the world. I just wanted to give you your dream. I even planned on taking on the rest of it after proving to the Boss I was more valuable than you.”
His teeth ground together and unshed tears stung his eyes. How could you? How could you be so selfish and horrible? He didn’t need this and he didn’t need you. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He didn’t need you to be “looking out” for him.
“I don’t need your damn pity.” He snapped, his hands in tight fists. “Tell the Boss you give it back. I can handle a life debt.”
You shook slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interfere and get in the way-”
He growled. “I don’t need your pity. Give. It. Back.”
“No.”
His eyes widened at your defiance despite the curious fear you were showing. “What?”
You shook your head. “I won’t. You don’t deserve it. You did nothing wrong. I was the one who fell into the wrong crowd. It’ll be my punishment for the poor choices I’ve made. I’m not doing this because I pity you. I’m doing this because I’m trying to make life a little more fair. I deserve it, you don’t. So I won’t give you your life debt back. You’ll have to kill me first.”
Jihoon paused. Again, he couldn’t understand you. Why did you have to care so much all the time? Who gave you the right to care about him as much as you did? Why did you think you had to be some martyr and take the punishment his parents gave him?
“Well?”
He glanced at her. “Well what?”
“Are you going to kill me or not?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. It appeared your fear was replaced with haughty defiance. “I don’t have all day.”
Jihoon couldn’t stop himself from giving a small laugh. “I thought you said you weren’t in a rush.”
“Well I’d like to have a quick and painless death.”
“That’s kind of hard to do when you’re in a gang.”
“I can hope.”
He sighed. “I’m not going to kill you.”
You blinked in surprise. “And the debt?”
Pausing again, he thought it through. He couldn’t ask you to take on his life debt. It wasn’t fair. Even if you made bad decisions to get here, you didn’t deserve to have your freedom stolen as well. He hated that you already took so much. He couldn’t ask her to take the rest. Yes, he hated it here and he hated everything about this gang, but that didn’t mean he needed to sacrifice you to get what he wanted. He wasn’t that heartless.
With another sigh, he answered, “Don’t take anymore. Twenty years is fine. I don’t want you in the same position I was in.”
“But-”
“Don’t argue. I’m an Underboss, so you have to do what I say.” He shot back.
“The Big Boss outranks you.” There was a slight teasing lilt in your voice.
He put his arms on either side of you, a playful sneer on his face. “Don’t you dare go over my head. You’re not going to like me when I get angry.”
“I can guess.” You chuckle before adding, “By the way, your datasets are cleared.”
Glancing behind him, he saw all of the programs had completed. Twelve people no longer existed. A small, dull ache thudded in his chest, but he pushed it away like he always did.
“So, can I steal a computer now?”
He gave you a sideways glance. “I suppose. Just don’t take all day.”
“I won't, I promise.”
“But don’t leave right away either.”
“Why?”
“We have unfinished business.”
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—⟡ covert desires | kim mingyu
summary: the mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.
pairing: spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader)
themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing
warnings: suggestive, kissing, use of curse words, weapons, guns, knives, violence, use of drugs/painkillers, blood, gore, killing, death
wordcount: 19.5k
a/n: i had so much fun writing this! thank you so much to @fairyhaos to listening to my random ideas and helping me with the title and just being really helpful, ily. and tysm to @gyuswhore for beta-reading this and giving me valuable feedback, lifesaver honestly. tysm! i'd love to know your thoughts on this ^^
full fic under the cut!
— character guide
seungcheol - underground mafia leader
jeonghan - manipulator, gets things fabricated like documents, ids etc.
joshua - keeps a log on the accounts/transactions and assets
jun - spy
hoshi - spy
wonwoo - in house doctor
woozi - in charge of gadgets and other necessary equipment
the8 - in charge of weapons
mingyu - spy and your partner for the mission
seokmin - gathers informations and intel
seungkwan - negotiator and works behind the scenes
vernon - hacker
dino - spy
you wipe the last of the blood off your hands and carefully move the body, manipulating the crime scene to make it look like it was a suicide. with a carefully crafted suicide scene, the police wouldn’t even blink an eye and just close the case as a suicide, not wanting to bother investigating further. you just had to leave around the right clues and bait them. once they’d find it, they’d conclude the case without thinking any further and your job was done. you were sure no one would even miss the bastard that you had just sent to hell anyways. after scanning the room, you make sure everything is in place before exiting quietly and disappearing into the shadows.
when you reach home to your apartment, you swiftly change out of you soiled and bloody clothes. that idiot decided to put up a fight, making things harder for himself really. you planned on killing him quietly, but the fight he put up was unnecessary and he wasn’t going to stand a chance against you regardless. you would have finished earlier and your clothes would have been significantly less bloody. sighing, you peel off your clothes and they fall to the floor in a heap as you step into the shower. the hot water offers some sort of relief and relaxation, your muscles relaxing under the hot water. wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out and hear the faint ring of your burner phone fill the room.
“hello?”, you say as you put the phone to your ear.
“did you get the job done?”, the voice on the other side asks.
“yes, you didn’t hire the best for no reason, did you?”, you scoff back, offended he’d even have a sliver of doubt in your skills.
“good. we have another urgent matter on hand and it has to be discussed in person. you know where to meet me”, the voice adds.
“i swear if it’s another-“
“you’ll love this one, trust me”, the voice says, cutting you short and hanging up as you begin to say something. you curse under your breath; that idiot never had manners. you huff, throwing the phone on the bed and changing into something comfortable before you crash into bed, too tired to complain or think about anything else.
you were an assassin or a hired killer you could say. but you liked to call yourself an assassin - because let’s be real, it sounds cooler. you were trained, skilled, and good at what you did – which was killing people, bad people specifically. when you weren'’t out hunting people down, you were working as a barista at a local cafe. it was somewhat therapeutic compared to your other occupation. but you had to if you wanted to survive in this world. if you wanted your life to have some semblance of normalcy. the world was a cruel place and somehow you ended up doing this for a living but hey, at least it paid well.
the next morning you’re sitting in the hall of seungcheol’s fancy office, or what you liked to call the safehouse.
“you’re here! let me tell seungcheol”, dino says upon seeing you, flashing you a friendly smile. you give him a small smile as he retreats, making his way to look for seungcheol.
seungcheol walks in a few moments later, and his presence can be felt in the room immediately. no one messes with him – everyone knew that. he was the most feared man in the underground mafia and a threat to the government as well. his connections and dirt on powerful people ran too deep with secrets only he knew and used as leverage. hell, even the government would hire him to do their dirty work so he was practically untouchable.
“what’s this urgent matter that needs to be discussed in person?”, you ask, once he sits down opposite you.
“no hi?”, he prompts, raising his a brow as he looks at you.
“no thank you for yesterday?”, you prod back, challenging him. you were really the only person seungcheol let speak to him like that. he’d pretty much raised you and he didn’t seem to mind, especially since you did most of his dirty work.
“we seem to have gotten ourselves another lucrative mission”, he starts off, treading carefuly with his words. “it’s something worth millions if not billions, so this is a really high-stakes operation”, he tells, observing you. “and we’re getting paid handsomely for it and so will you if it goes well”, he completes.
“alright, that seems like a piece of cake. what are we stealing?”, you ask.
“a painting”, he tells, as he takes a sip of his bitter black coffee in front of him.
“it’s going to be displayed in the national museum of culture and arts”, he says as he continues briefing you. “but that’s not all. the annual auction takes place in three weeks. many if not all the influential, powerful people, businessmen and politicians are going to be at this event, so it’s expected that the security is going to be very tight and advanced. they’ll be bidding for art and plenty of other stuff there but not this painting. this painting is special because it’s not for sale, it’s only on display and it’s the first time it’s being shown to the public in twenty years. the mission is to steal this painting, while also making sure no one finds out – so we place a knock-off”. he explains.
“all right, that doesn’t sound too hard”, you say, calculating everything in your mind.
“oh, don’t underestimate this. this painting is going to be highly guarded and anyone can’t just enter the auction either. you need to be specially invited to the auction otherwise you cannot enter, and you can’t go alone, it’ll be suspicious”, he adds.
“what do you mean i can’t go alone? how else am i going to do this?”, you ask, confused.
“mingyu’s going to be your partner for this mission and the only way it’s going to work is that you pretend that you both are a married couple”, seungcheol completes, making you whip your head up. your jaw drops to the floor upon hearing the words that came from seungcheol’s mouth, absolutely appalled.
“did i hear that right? i need to be mingyu’s wife?”, you repeat, leaning forward and seungcheol doesn’t say anything, only looks at you with a knowing smile.
mingyu and you don’t exactly get along together. he was always somehow getting on your nerves and you hated him.
“seungcheol, you know i don’t like him”, you say, annoyed already. “and i work alone”, you add, glaring at him.
“it’s for the mission and we don’t have any other option. everyone else is busy with other missions and mingyu was the only one who’s free at the moment, and i trust him on this one”, seungcheol explains. you can’t really argue with seungcheol because, at the end of the day he was your still your boss and he called the shots.
“i suggest you get friendly with mingyu because we don’t have a lot of time on hand. the auction is in three weeks and you and mingyu need to play a convincing husband and wife role starting today”
“today?”, i repeat. that was really short notice.
“mingyu has it sorted out”, he says, and your burner phone pings. “that must be him”, seungcheols says.
“please try to get along with him”, is the last thing seungcheol tells you before he stands up to leave. he emphasizes his words with the look he gives. it was a ‘don’t mess this up’ look and you sighed. he gives you a small ‘good luck’ before turning around and walking out, getting busy with something else.
you stand up to leave, opening your phone and reading mingyu’s text.
“meet me at the fountain park at 11am”.
you grumble as you make your way to the park and see mingyu sitting on one of the benches. there aren’t many people, but the sun shines warm and the sky is blue - a complete contrast to your mood right now. you’d very much like to walk away but you can’t. you drag you feet and will yourself to walk towards mingyu, who smiles when he spots you. you don’t reciprocate the smile, giving him a stern looking, already annoyed at the sight of him.
"you know, most people don’t scowl when they see a handsome face”, he says when you’re close enough. you roll your eyes and mentally flip him off, crossing your arms across your chest as you glare at him. “handsome my ass”, you mumble under your breath.
“long time no see”, he greets. you don’t sit. “i’ve been busy”, you tell him.
“you look good”, he adds, gesturing for you to sit.
“seungcheol briefed me on the mission, so what’s next”, you ask, getting back on the topic, not wanting to indulge in small talk with mingyu.
“i found us a house to move into until the mission is over and-“,
“wait, why do we have to move in together?”, you ask in horror and he just looks at you like the answer is obvious.
“because we’re husband and wife? and i don’t think i can come by your apartment and suddenly tell all the neighbours that the poor girl they thought was lonely and single is actually married, now can i”, he says.
you scowl again. “they won’t even care!”
“it’ll be a problem if they become suspicious. it’s better to move in elsewhere and you can move back to your apartment when it’s all done and they won’t even blink an eye about what happened. you can also avoid questions about your husband who mysteriously appeared and disappeared”, he explains. “unless you want to explain why you kept such a handsome man a secret and-“
“shut up”, you cut him off and he chuckles.
you weigh out all the options in your head and mingyu’s idea was the best and most promising, even though you didn’t like it very much. you hated the idea in fact. but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.
“fine”, you huff, gritting your teeth. “what else?”, you ask.
“jeonghan’s working on getting us the invitation to the auction. we can start by moving in. pack only your essentials. i’ll pick you up by 2 pm tomorrow so you can move your stuff into the new place”, mingyu tells.
you stack the last box with all you stuff and things that you’d need in the new place, dusting your hands on your shorts. if your neighbors asked, you were away, traveling back to meet family who lived in another state. you’d be back soon so you were sure you could get away with that excuse.
mingyu arrives at 2pm on the dot as promised. you start to carry the boxes out. he carries the other two effortlessly and follows behind you. the elevator ride is quiet, with neither of you saying anything. you’re sitting in his car as he drives you to the new house. you look around, all the houses looking more fancy, manicured and elite. that’s when you realize you’re entering the richer part of the neighborhood.
“how’d you manage to get a house here?”, you ask mingyu, knowing the rent or prices would not have been cheap.
“i invested in some land here and once they announced that they’re going to develop this area, the prices skyrocketed and i got rich. i own the house now and i thought it would be nice to finally use it.”, he explains.
“cool”, is all you can say as you look around at all the villas and large houses occupying this space. if anybody lived here, they definitely came from the wealthy and posh side. in hindsight, it was a good cover for you and it would make it easier for you to blend in if you had to pretend to be from a wealthy background.
you finish unloading and unpacking your stuff in the room when mingyu knocks on the door. you both thankfully had separate rooms because there was no way in hell that you were going to share a bed with him. you’d rather sleep on hot coal than do that.
“jeonghan’s finished gathering some documents so i’ll just go over and pick them up. do you wanna come along?”, he asks.
“sure”, you say, because you really didn’t know what you’d do here alone, plus it had been a while since you last saw jeonghan and oh he was a real menace.
“jeonghan!!”, you say upon seeing him, going up to give him a hug. “y/n! it’s been a while huh, you look great”, he says, a small smile on his face.
“that’s not fair, you didn’t give me a hug when you saw me now did you, baby”, mingyu complains.
“what did you just call me?”, you ask, not sure if you’d heard that right.
“baby”, he repeats casually.
“don’t call me that”,
“i have to if we’re going to play a lovely doting husband and wife couple”, he says and you give him a glare, lasers practically shooting out from your eyes.
“we’re not playing husband and wife right now so watch your mouth, mingyu”, you warn and he just shrugs as you fix your attention back on jeonghan.
“it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you guys are already arguing? i just hope you survive the mission and don’t rip each other’s throats by the end of this”, jeonghan says, amused.
“speaking about that, here’s your marriage certificate. i made it so you’ve both been married for a year and a half, less suspicious that way”, jeonghan explains. “oh, and i also sneaked you both an invite to a party hosted by yeonjun. it’ll be a good opportunity to gather connections and intel. it’s tomorrow night”, jeonghan adds as he hands you the invitations.
“damn how’d you manage that?”, you ask. “i have my ways, you should know that by now y/n. i'm the man who can get away with anything”, he replies giving you a wink. you chuckle at his words. “how could i forget, you’re called a menace for a reason”, you tease, laughing along with him.
“and i’m still working on getting the invite for the auction, it should be done in a few days”. jeonghan later says and you both leave after chatting a bit more.
that night you lay in bed, barely managing to fall sleep. the hours fly by and you check your appearance in the mirror one last time before stepping out of the room. you’d worn a simple black dress and just lightly styled your hair. you didn’t want to go overboard since this wasn’t the actual mission, so you kept it pretty but to a minimum, but still enough to make it look like you were wealthy and could blend into the crowd at tonight’s party.
“are you ready? we’ll be late”, you say, calling out to mingyu who was in his room.
you hear the shuffle of his shoes as you do a quick check of your small handbag – tissues, lip gloss, phone and most importantly, a pocket knife. when you look back up, mingyu is staring at you.
“what? hurry up, we haven’t got all day”, you add, walking to the front as you slip into a pair of matching black heels. you know our cover when we’re out yeah?”, mingyu asks as he comes up to you.
“yup, we just moved in the neighborhood, you’re an ER doctor, and i’m a lovely housewife who spends her time shopping, relaxing and spending your money”, you say with a fake smile.
“but do you even know anything about being a doctor, you better not mess up if someone asks you medical terms and shit”, you say, pointing a finger at him.
“don’t go underestimating my skills y/n, i’ve got it covered”
“you better”, you snap back, walking ahead of him towards the door.
the party is high in security but you make it through without a hassle. you had gone through the files seokmin had sent on the people attending and memorized everyone’s name, face, job, and even what they eat for dinner. you had to know everything in order to blend in. you step out of the car and mingyu offers you his hand to hold onto. you smile and take it because you do have to act. you put on your friendly face and enter the party, your eyes scanning the crowd. you spot a few people you recognise from the files you’d read last night, the connections forming in your head. just then mingyu sees someone and whispers that’ll he’ll be back, parting ways with you and you’re left alone.
you take this chance to mingle with the other women that you spot in a corner – who were all your new neighbors. this was a good time to introduce yourself, so you walk towards them and smile.
“hello!”, you say brightly and they turn around to look at you. one of them seems to recognize you and smiles.
“hi! you’re new to the area, right? i saw you moving in the other say”, she says.
“yes, i just moved here with my husband”, you explain as a waiter comes by, offering you drinks on a shiny tray. you take one and so do they.
“where’s your husband?”, one of them asks.
“oh, he’s just talking so an acquaintance over there”, you say, looking back as you nudge your head in mingyu's direction.
“what does he do?”, another one asks excitedly upon spotting mingyu in the crowd. you already knew what they were thinking at the way they were looking at him.
“he’s a doctor, he works in the ER”, you tell.
“oh you poor thing. he must be working late often”, she adds and just then you feel a hand wrap around your waist and the whiff of cologne in the air.
“hello ladies, i don’t think i’ve introduced myself. i’m mingyu, nice to meet you”, he says and all the ladies smiles, shamelessly checking him out. but like you cared.
“your wife was just telling us that you work at the ER, it must be tiring, coming home late every day. i’d hate if my husband came late every day”, one of the women says in mock pity.
but mingyu only smirks. “i may come home late, but i always make it up to you in bed, don’t i baby”, he says, looking at you and you almost choke on your drink.
you clear your throat, changing the topic, and all the ladies giggle. after you finally manage to separate from them, you walk around, assessing the situation.
“i can see a lot of people from soyeon’s side”, you say and mingyu agrees. ”jihyo’s here too”, he adds. she was the it woman in business right now and she was rising up the ranks quickly. “jihyo is definitely going to be at the auction”, you add. “should i get friendly with her?”, you ask and mingyu thinks for a few seconds before answering.
“be careful, if you approach her suddenly she might be wary”, he says softly. “you’re not drinking?” you ask, noticing how his glass has gone untouched. “gotta drive us back, so no, i won’t be drinking tonight”. of course, you had forgotten about that. at least he had some manners, unlike seungcheol.
after managing to gather enough intel and make some connections, you and mingyu decide to retire for the night. you both walk out hand in hand and just then your stomach growls. you were hungry, you hadn’t eaten anything there, not wanting to get distracted and also maybe drinking that glass of champagne on an empty stomach wasn’t such a good idea.
“hungry? we can grab something on the way”, mingyu prompts.
you see a mcdonalds’ drive-thru on the way back and tell mingyu to stop by there. “you don’t want real food?”, mingyu asks. “what do you mean, this is real food”, you declare.
“do you eat this often?”, he asks.
“that is none of your business, just get me some nuggets, fries, and a mcflurry”, you say.
he doesn’t get anything, saying he’ll make himself something at home and you don’t complain. you offer him a nugget and some fries but he declines, just driving as he tells you to not spill anything as you munch on the nuggets.
“i’m sure i can make better nuggets than that”, mingyu finally speaks.
“good for you mingyu, i don’t care”, you say, plopping the last bite of nugget into your mouth.
“yeah i’m sure you’ll start caring when i make you breakfast tomorrow and then you’ll never want to eat anything else, only something i’ve cooked”, he boasts.
“is that so? you’re going to spoil me, looking forward to it”,you add, going back to your mcflurry.
the next morning, mingyu does in fact get up early and makes breakfast for the both of you. it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t good, it was actually the best thing you had eaten in a while. over the course of the next week and the days building up to the auction, you attend a few more events together, getting to know more people and making connections. you make yourself friendly with the neighboring women and go shopping together. with all the new intel gathered each time, you pass it over to seokmin.
mingyu and you stop by the safehouse again to collect the invitation to the auction that jeonghan finally got and to update seungcheol on the mission’s progress. you both had somewhat managed to get along…well, almost. if mingyu didn’t make some snarky comment or say something to get on your nerves once in a while it would be better, but he should just be grateful he was alive right now. the urge to strangle mingyu was immense.
“what’s the progress?”, seungcheol asks.
“it’s good. we know for a fact that jihyo is attending the auction and maybe some people from soyeon’s team might attend on her behalf”, mingyu tells.
“im glad you guys seem to be getting along”, seungcheol tells, surprised.
“barely, i need to tell him to shut up and not spew stupid stuff, it really gets on my nerves. and please tell him to stop walking around the house shirtless. it’s damaging to my eyes ”, you complain.
“i didn’t even do anything, i’m just looking out for her well-being, she has some really peculiar habits and also it’s hot? and it’s literally my house? i can do whatever i want”, mingyu defends.
“excuse me?”, you cut him
“you heard her mingyu”, seungcheol directs your words to him. and just then seokmin and jeonghan enter.
“here’s the auction invitation, keep it safe”, he says, handing it to mingyu.
“here’s how the painting looks. it’s called the great fields done by the 18th-century artist lily lee. it’s been hidden away from the public eye for twenty eyes and it’s supposed to be one of her best paintings. it’s worth billions from what i know”, seokmin explains as he shows us a picture of the painting. it was pretty indeed but it was weird why it had been hidden away for so long.
“i already have someone working on the knock-off for the painting”, he adds.
“it better be a damn good knock-off”, seungcheol warns, raising his eyebrows.
“it will be. the guy i asked will get it down to every detail and even mimic each brushstroke. the historians wouldn’t even be able to tell a difference”, seokmin assures.
“good. now y/n, i have a small task for you, it would be great if you can complete it by tonight. it’s for a high-priority client and i’ll pay you extra”, seungcheol says.
“sure, what do i need to do?”
and that’s how you were now on the balcony of a 7th-floor apartment, trying to break in by unlocking the window. the guy you had to kill was a traitor. he took money from innocent people and then threatened them. he was getting in the way of business for the client so he had to go…forever. you opened the window and jumped in, landing soundlessly on your feet as you crouched down, scanning the room. you didn’t like to drag things out so you were going to make this quick.
you hear the hiss of a shallow breath and you quickly realize you’re not alone. someone else is here. you turn around and hide in the corner, peeking out and that’s when a man comes lunging at you with a knife. you dodge and grab his arm, twisting it as you push him against the wall, the knife falling from his hands as you bang his head against the wall. he grunts in pain and falls to the floor and you quickly move to locate the target, who’s heard all the commotion and is coming downstairs. he sees you and his eyes widen as he turns around and starts to run back upstairs. you run after him, placing your foot in the door before he can close and lock it. you push the door with all your strength, willing it to open and he stumbles backward. you waste no time in getting out your gun and shooting him in the chest. the silencer on your gun made sure no sound was heard as he fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his chest and gasping for air as blood oozed out of the wound, staining the wooden floor crimson red.
but just then, something hits you on the back of your head with a sudden force and you clutch your head in pain, falling to your knees as you try to look up. you grit your teeth and get up, dodging the other attack but your head is still ringing from the hit. you see how the man grabs the near-empty wine bottle and smashes it against the wall, creating a sharp glass shard, almost like a dagger. you get up as he attacks, swiftly trying to move out of the way. unfortunately, you end up tripping on the carpet that folded over and you miss the way his other hand lunges out, and the sharp glass shard pierces into your skin, just over your waist as it drags along your lower abdomen, digging into your flesh. you hiss in pain and raise your gun, aiming at his leg as you shoot him and he yells out in pain and falls down. after you torture him a little and find intel on him and who sent him before putting a bullet straight through his head.
fifteen minutes later, you kick his body, adjusting the position and plant information in the room and his phone to look like this was done by his employees who were tired of his threats and doing all the dirty work for him. you climb out the window and use the window ledges to climb down. you discard your coat in your bag and cover yourself with another coat, adjusting your outfit before walking out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. you walk straight ahead, not looking back. the dull pain of the stab starting to sting as you walk as you clutch your coat tightly around you.
you reach back home, ignoring mingyu in the kitchen as you go straight to your room, the door slamming unintentionally behind you.
“y/n?”, mingyu calls out. you ignore him and go to the bathroom and locking the door, sitting down against the bathtub as you lift your shirt up to access the wound. it was a deep cut no doubt, thankfully no vital organs had been hit. you don’t know if you should say that you were lucky or if the bastard just had terrible aim. but the cut was messy and well bloody.
“are you ignoring me now?”, you hear mingyu shout out. he knocks on the bathroom door.
“y/n what happened?”, he asks, a sudden shift in his tone.
“nothing i’m fine mingyu, i can’t use the bathroom in peace?”, you counter.
“stop lying, i saw the drops of blood trailing to your room. open the door now”, he demands.
you sigh. why did he have to be so aware of his surroundings. talk about occupational hazards.
“i’m fine mingyu, stop overreacting”, you say, not hearing a reply, thinking he must’ve left.
after a minute, you hear the door lock rattle and unlock, mingyu pushing the door open and once his eyes land on you they darken.
“what the fuck, mingyu? i could have been naked, you can’t just barge in like that”, you say, annoyed and shocked.
“i can if it’s an emergency and did you forget i have the keys baby, this is my house so my rules”, he counters as he walks over to you and sees you cover the wound with your hand. not that it helps because your hand is all bloody too.
“shit baby, you’re bleeding bad”, he tells, kneeling down so he could match your height so he can acess the wound, seeing the blood ooze out from the side of your palm as you pressed against the cut, trying to put some pressure on it.
you glare at him at the mention of that stupid nickname. “i told you not to call me that and i don’t need your help”, you grit out, pushing his hand away when he moves to help you.
“you either take my help like a good girl or you can shut up, your choice sweetheart”, he says, staring you down.
and before you can even protest or say anything, he’s lifting you off the edge of the bathtub and sitting you down on the countertop beside the sink.
“are you deaf? i said i can manage on my own, i don’t need your help mingyu”, you say, trying to move but the movement causes pain to shoot up through your left side, making you let out a soft whimper of pain.
mingyu wastes no time in fetching the medical kit and his hand is already moving to lift you shirt so he can see the wound. you side-eye him as you lift the shirt, bunching it at your ribs.
“you’re so annoying”, you mumble as he assesses the wound.
“you should look at yourself in the mirror”, he says, making you lean back a bit so he could see the cut fully. you hiss in pain when the disinfectant comes in contact with your skin, biting your lip as it burns. this was the one thing you could never get used to.
“ow, just make sure there are no tiny glass pieces”, you mumble and he snaps his head up. “glass?”, he asks and your nod confirms his suspicions. he takes his time, making sure no tiny shards of glass are left as he cleans your wound. you close your eyes as he cleans the cut and wipes away all the blood, but your heavy breathing wasn’t helping, making a little blood seep out every time you took a breath in and out.
“relax baby”, he coos, his hands resting on your thighs as he looks at you, standing between your legs as he discards another piece of bloody cotton to the side.
“i would if you just left me alone”, you snap out.
he rolls his eyes. “you’re so stubborn, it’s infuriating”, he says, leaning closer
“i could say the same thing about you, you’re so fucking irritating”, you answer back.
“i really don’t know why you’re acting like an idiot when i’m trying to help you”
“i never asked for your help did i, mingyu?”
“so what? i’m doing a favor and being nice”
“by helping me when i said i didn’t want your help”, you emphasise, as you move up to sit up straighter, not realizing how close you had ended up getting to him.
“just stay still”, he demands and you don’t bother talking back this time as he cleans up the cut.
“whoever did this, i’ll kill him”, he mutters as he wraps a gauze around your waist to cover the cut.
“already did”, you confirm and wince a little as he tightens the gauze.
“there, you’re all set”, he says once he’s done, looking at you, and he’s still so close. your gaze flickers down to his lips before flickering to the side. maybe a part of you hated him because of how attractive you found him…god. you didn’t want to make things unnecessarily complicated. it was easier to hate him than admit he had an effect on you.
you’re walking back home after just killing someone (yet another side assingment seungcheol put you on) when you notice a car following you from behind. shit. did they place someone to guard the house? you had to think quickly and shake off the tail otherwise things would get complicated. but then the car speeds up and honks, the window opening, and to your horror, it’s mingyu. what the hell was he doing here?
“what are you doing here?”, you nearly shout. “were you stalking me?”
“i’ll explain later, but get in”, mingyu says.
“i can get home myself thank you. i need to stop by somewhere too”, you say, which was a lie. you just didn’t want to listen to him given you weren’t playing house right now.
“it’s going to rain”, he adds, as you start walking and he follows you with the car.
“it’s not going to rain mingyu”, you say, walking ahead, ignoring him.
and not even a minute later, you feel the first few drops of rain fall on you. dammit.
“see, i told you it was going to rain”, he says.
“i have an umbrella, i’ll manage, just go”, you tell, annoyed that he was right.
you pretend to look in your bag because, of course, you don’t have a fucking umbrella. the rain starts to pour down heavier and if you don’t make a choice now, you were going to get drenched.
“i know you don’t have an umbrella, y/n, so stop being stubborn and get in the fucking car”, he yells louder, getting impatient.
you stop and look at him. “did you just yell at me?”, you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.
he rolls his eyes and sighs. “you’re so stubborn god, what are you going to lose by getting in the damn car. you’re already getting soaked,” he adds.
“ask me nicely”, is all you say as you stare back at him, challenging him.
“y/n get in the car because it’s raining”, he says giving you a fake smile too.
“you didn’t say please”, you add and he sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder.
“y/n please get in the car”, he repeats and you shoot him a small satisfied smile as you open the door and get in the car.
“okay now care to explain why you were following me?”, you tell.
“care to explain why you’re so damn stubborn?”, he counters.
“i am not stubborn, stop being an ass and just tell me why you were following me”, you say.
“i’m the ass? like you weren’t acting like one by not getting in the car”, he says making you scoff.
“fuck you, mingyu”, you sneer, looking out the window as the rain poured harder. the rest of the car ride is silent but you’re glad. if you had to talk to him for another minute right now you’d end up strangling him on the spot.
the rest of the few weeks goes by with you going to a few more events to socialize and familiarize yourselves with the environment, the people and also gather valuable information and intel. mingyu and you seem to play the husband-wife role pretty convincingly. you both come back home late that night but you barely manage to sleep. since you were up early, you decide to hit the gym. one of the perks of this house was that it had a fully equipped gym room, courtesy of mingyu of course.
when you enter the room, you quickly realise you’re not alone and mingyu was there too. great. you were almost going to exit but you catch yourself. you didn’t do anything wrong, so why run? you walk in to see mingyu doing some pull-ups. his back was to you but you’re sure he noticed your presence - of course he did. you watch as he does a few more pull-ups, the muscles on his back and arms flexing with each move.
“stop ogling me”, mingyu’s voice floats in the room, breaking the silence.
“im not ogling you, gross”, you scoff, disgusted. “i thought seungcheol told you to stop walking around shirtless”, you add, giving him a look.
“relax, baby, i’ll put on a shirt later, i know you’re enjoying the view”, he smiles back as he jumps down and turns to face you. asshole.
“yeah, right”
“you were literally ogling me right now”, he deadpans.
“I WAS NOT! stop calling it that. i was just assessing where i need to strike first in order to kill you, you know, for research purposes”, you snap back, only for him to smirk back at you.
“yeah? i’ll choose to believe that little lie for now but i’d like to see you try”, he provokes, walking closer to you.
“oh yeah? i’d love to. the moment this operation is done, i’ll be coming for you, so you better watch your back”, you tell, playing along as you cross your arms across your chest.
“hm, whatever you say, baby”, he says, stepping closer until he’s towering over you. you look up at him and stare back. not that pet name again. you told him countless times not to call you that, it was infuriating, but he just didn’t get it, did he? he needed to be taught a lesson. in a blink of an eye, you grab your knife which you kept concealed and grab mingyu’s arm, swinging him so his back hits the wall with a thud, the cold metal of the knife to his neck.
“if you call me baby one more time, i swear i will actually strangle and kill you”, you threaten, staring right up at mingyu. mingyu’s surprised and amused. it would be a lie to say he didn’t find you hot right now.
“always carry a knife around with you?”, he prompts, raising his eyebrow.
you smile, leaning closer to him as you whisper in his ear. “it’s my favorite one, it’ll slice your neck and you wouldn’t even know it until you’re choking and gasping on the floor”, you tell.
“yeah, baby? i can’t wait to see you try”, he whispers back, his hands grabbing your waist, spinning you, his other hand reaching up to hold both your hands up by the wrist, pinning you to the wall. you try to move but his grip was solid.
“so, how are you going to kill me now?”, he mocks, pushing you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. he looks at you, his nose almost brushing against yours.
“i could maybe snap your neck right now or still slice your neck, your choice”, you say, blinking up at him innocently.
“yeah? care to show me how?”, and so you do, bringing your leg up to knee him in the shin, swiftly wrapping your arm around his shoulder as you kick his feet, making him lose his balance. you push him down and knock him to the ground and he falls on his back. he’s lucky he lands on the foam mattress that was on the side and you waste no time in bending down and straddling him, holding your knife to his neck, and adding a little pressure this time for fun.
“any last words?”, you ask and he just smiles up at you.
“i’ll spare you for now because we have a mission to complete”, you add, getting up as you push off him but he grabs you, flipping you over in the blink of an eye so that he’s hovering over you now.
“i take it you want me to stab you anyway?”, you ask, the knife still strong in your grip.
“why do you hate me so much?”, he asks, looking down at you, his body caging yours.
“you really want to know?”,
“im so curious”, he tells lowly.
“because you’re so fucking cocky about everything and too full of yourself”, you tell, looking up at him. “and you’re an idiot who only thinks he’s handsome and just everything about you is infuriating”, you spit.
“really? i think you forgot to add the part where you have a small crush on me?”, he adds with a smirk and you’ve had enough. you place your hands on his chest and push him off you, sitting up.
“that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard”, you say.
“i just know it baby…oops i mean, y/n”, he says, getting up to fetch his bottle of water as he walks to the side.
“but you did just call me handsome”, he points out as he takes a sip of water.
“i did not”, you grit out. “and i do not have a crush on you. if you were the last man on earth i would gladly die single”, you grit out.
“lies, you spew such lies, y/n”, he says, laughing.
the next morning you see mingyu in the kitchen and he smiles, fucking smiles at you.
“i was expecting you to sneak into my room last night and-“ “slit your throat? oh yeah i was so tempted but i thought that would be too painful”, you tell innocently.
“or you’re just scared to do it”, he says.
“i think you forget i’m a trained assassin. i know more than 20 ways to kill a man so you should be careful. you should start by hoping i didn’t poison the coffee you’re drinking right now”, you say before turning and walking away.
you hear him chuckle but it fades away after a few seconds. “wait…you didn’t really spike my coffee right…y/n…”, mingyu asks and you smirk to yourself, not giving him an answer as you make your way back to your room. 1 for y/n, 0 for mingyu.
things are starting to get serious now. it’s two days before the big event and you have a meeting at the safehouse with seungcheol, dokyeom, dino and vernon, who are all going to help you in pulling this off by working behind the scenes. seokmin told you that he’ll get you the knock-off painting in a van that evening and dino would help assist you while vernon be there to hack the security systems and cameras when needed.
the plan was that you’d leave to the auction and watch around. you’d have to make a few bids too, so you’d blend in and seungcheol had given you the money so you were free to bid on anything you liked. then there was a 45-minute break between and it was in that break that you had to steal the painting without getting caught. dino would be waiting down in a van, pretending he was a driver and he’d take off with the painting. the only thing left was pulling this off. with the level of security that this event was going to have, you needed to do everything right to pull this off. you were excited.
it's finally d-day. you’re getting ready in your room, due to leave in 15 minutes. you spent the entire day figuring out what to wear. it was a posh event, so you had to wear something pretty, something that would make heads turn, something that would make me look like you fit in there - something exquisite. you decided to go buy a dress earlier because you didn’t have anything fancy to wear with you, since you’d left most of those types of dresses back home, only bringing essentials along when you moved in with mingyu for the time being. you ended up buying a pretty sweet and head turning dress, something fancy in your favourite color too. it was a maroon, satin dress, which went all the way down to the floor. there was a slit for the leg that stopped just short of your thigh. the highlight of the dress was the back – it was backless, with a criss-cross strap that had to be tied. the only problem, you couldn’t seem to reach back to tie it tight enough that it wouldn't unravel during the night.
you wore your heels - white glitter ones to contrast the red dress. you checked your makeup in the mirror one last time and tried to tie the strings on your back again but you couldn’t seem to get the crisscross pattern right and you were struggling to tie it up. just then you hear a knock on your door.
“y/n are you ready? we have to leave in five minutes”, mingyu says from outside.
“okay!”
and five minutes later, you’ve given up, groaning as you bring your arms down, knocking your arm on the table in the process. “ouch”, you say in frustration and mingyu knocks on your door again.
“y/n? are you okay?”, he asks again, opening the door slightly. you get up to open the door and mingyu looks at you. you watch as his eyes rake all over your body as checks you out. you stare back at his face and he’s still staring at you, his eyes moving over every part of your body. you ask him something but he doesn’t reply, still staring, devouring you with his eyes as he takes you in.
“finished eye fucking me?”, you ask, annoyed, bringing his attention back to you. he looks at you and smirks. “i wasn’t done but i can continue later”, he teases.
“whatever, can you help me tie my dress in the back? i just can’t seem to reach it”, you ask him and he stands up straighter and you realize this wasn’t the sort of question or help he was expecting you to ask.
“sure”, is all he says and you turn around, holding your hair up so mingyu could tie your dress.
“you have to crisscross it and then tie it”, you explain, looking at his reflection in the mirror in front of you.
as he ties your dress, his fingers rub your bare back occasionally, sending sparks all over you body. he pulls back the threads to make them tight. you watch from the mirror as he tries his best to carefully tie it. he looked…so fucking good tonight. the suit was tailor made for him, making him look crisp and sharp. you’d have to painfully admit that he did indeed look hot tonight but you catch yourself and swat those thoughts and any other intruding thoughts away immediately. you’re about to move a bit forward when he pulls back again, securing the knot, and then his eyes find yours in the mirror reflection.
“you look gorgeous”, he whispers against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.
“i know, thanks for the confirmation though”, you say, not willing to be swayed by his comment and how much he seemed to be affecting you right now.
“let’s go steal a painting”, you say with a smirk.
you drive to the event, and somehow mingyu managed to snag a limo to the event. don’t ask how, it was probably seungcheol’s doing but now you’re driving there. you put your in-ears on for further communication with mingyu and the others on the mission. woozi had designed it so it look like an ear cuff, making it look less suspicious on you. mingyu’s was transparent in the front, so it blended in.
“relax”, mingyu says after a few minutes of silence in the car as he sits opposite you.
“i am relaxed”
“you look tense”
“i’ve stolen plenty of stuff before so this is a piece of cake”, you tell.
“we got this”, he assures.
you reach the venue and get down, mingyu offering you his hand as you step out of the car. you take it and you automatically wrap your arm around his as you both walk in together. you stand behind a few people, all waiting to move inside and everyone is holding the same invitation you are holding. when it’s finally your turn, mingyu shows the person your invites and after scanning it for a few seconds he hands it back to us, telling us to enjoy our time here. you’re handed a number picket from the counter the moment you enter, for you to make bids.
the auction starts in an hour since people are still coming. most of the vvip and vip guests coming later for security reasons. you walk to the hall and scan the crowd for anyone you know or can recognize. mingyu does too. you agree to split up and scan the hall so it would be faster, mingyu going left while you go right. after you’ve confirmed who’s coming and who’s yet to come, cross checking with the guest list that you’ve memorized that jeonghan managed to get his hands on. there were still a few guests and vips left to arrive. all the vvips or vips who did arrive were on the other side of the hall, with higher security. jihyo hadn’t arrived yet and you couldn't see anyone from soyeon’s team either. but you did spot hwasa; she had multiple businesses and was a trendsetter. anything she touched, ate or wore was sold out, she was that good, and everyone loved her. it was going to be interesting to see what she bids for here.
after gathering all the information you needed, you’re turning around when a man bumps into you.
“oh, im so sorry”, he says, turning around.
“it’s no problem”, you say, putting your hand up. he looks at you again, shamelessly checking you out and you roll your eyes as you turn to walk away again, but he grabs your hand.
“wait, i don’t think i’ve seen you around, are you new here?”, he asks, hopeful, but you had no interest in entertaining him.
“yeah, i just moved here”, you say, quickly, pulling you hand out of his grip. “i have to go”, you add.
“see you at the auction? which number are you, i’ll try to sit at your table”, he asks, getting desperate.
“that’s all right, im fine”, you say again, trying your best to be nice.
“come on, don’t be shy”, he adds with a chuckle. “girls are usually falling all over me”, he adds, maybe not liking how you were not falling for his tricks.
“can’t let beautiful women like yourself be alone at an event like this, can i? which table will you be seated at? i can show you around if you like”, he asks again and now you’re really starting to get irritated. you would have knocked him out by now if this was any other circumstance but you hold back, not wanting to cause a scene or mess anything up.
you’re about to say something when you feel a warm hand encircle your waist and from the smell of the cologne, you already know who it is – mingyu.
“there you are baby, i was looking for you”, he says sweetly, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him. there’s a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he looks at the man who was talking to you.
“who’s this?”, mingyu asks, looking at you, his grip getting tighter around your waist.
“oh i’m sorry i just bumped into her and was apologizing”, the man fills in.
“i see. next time i suggest you watch where you’re going”, mingyu tells, glaring at the guy as he pulls you away, telling you that he wanted you to meet someone.
as you walk, you notice a few heads turn and people look at you but you just ignore it and walk like you belong there. you hear mingyu faintly curse under his breath.
“what?”, you ask
“you shouldn’t have worn that baby, everyone is staring at you”, he grits out lowly, jealousy evident in his voice.
“excuse me? are you sure you’re not the one staring? it doesn’t matter to me, as long as we steal the painting and get the job done”, you say, lifting your dress up slightly as you walk up the stairs to the auction hall.
“that idiot is following us”, he adds, spotting him from his peripheral vision.
“well, that’s annoying, we don’t need him tailing us. should i knock him out and throw him somewhere?”, you ask as you walk, smiling at a few people who welcome us at the top of the stairs.
“i’d have knocked him out myself if i had to but that’s a risky move for now”, he says. we reach the upper floor and mingyu holds your hand as he leads me to the left side of the hall, where there are fewer people. mingyu’s back faces the people as you look ahead.
“is he still looking at us?”, mingyu asks, his back facing the man who was still following you.
“yeah but what do we-“, you’re cut off by mingyu’s hand tilting your chin as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressed against yours. he pulls away ever so slightly as he looks at you.
“mingyu-", he kisses you again, this time moving his lips against yours and your move my lips too, kissing him back. he pulls away a few seconds later.
“what are you doing?”, you finish your sentence, shocked.
“now look, he’ll be trying to find a new target to woo”, he tells and you look, seeing the man already talking to another group of women, hoping to find a different date.
“worked like a charm”, he says, with a satisfied smirk. and that’s when the action of what mingyu just did hits you, but you decide not to say anything, not wanting to yell at him or draw any more attention to yourself. you’d give him hell about this later.
the auction is about to begin and you find a table to the front, and sit down. you mentally make a note of where a few other vips are sitting and scan the crowd. you spot jihyo in the front, surrounded by a few bodyguards who are off to the side.
“good evening ladies and gentlemen! welcome to the annual auction hosted by the national museum of culture and arts. we are pleased to have you all here. we will be starting the auction and the rules are simple – the highest bidder wins, so have fun. we would also like to mention that part of the funds collected from the auction will be put aside to aid in cultural growth and in preserving national treasures and artifacts. we will also be partnering with Vision to offer scholarships to five students. your contributions will be deeply appreciated.", the host welcomes and explains.
"and the most anticipated part of the night, the beautiful painting ‘the great fields of sorrow’ by lily lee will be unveiled to the public after 20 years. you do not want to miss this, it is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we are so glad you are all here to witness history in the making. now, let us begin”, the host announces, gleefully.
the auction begins and the first few bids go by fast, people bidding left, right, and center. but it’s towards the end that the most valuable artifacts and paintings start coming out. you have your eye on this one painting, you’d seen it in the auction catalog earlier and you were determined to get it. the moment the painting comes up to be bid, you grab the picket from mingyu and raise you hand, making a bid.
“what are you doing?”, mingyu asks.
“bidding?”, you tell like it wasn’t obvious to mingyu right now.
a few more people bid on the painting but you bid again, raising the bid higher and higher each time. but some women keeps bidding along as well and you weren’t going to lose this. you raise you hand, making the bid higher and now it’s just you and the other woman raising hands as you both try to outbid each other.
“what are you doing? drop it”, mingyu says next to you.
“no, that painting’s mine”, you grit out, raising your hand again to raise the bid. anyone could be able to feel the tension in the room right now.
“y/n, we don’t have that much money to spend, are you crazy?”, he asks, turning towards me.
"i don’t care, i want that”, you tell, raising your hand to make another bid, raising the price impossibly high. people who were bored and had no interest in the auction were suddenly watching us carefully, eager to see who would finally win the bid.
the lady falters, wondering if she should raise the bid and no one else raises their hand to make another bid. you smile to yourself.
“going once”, the man says, hoping the lady would change her mind and raise the bid.
“going twice….and sold”, he declares, the wooden hammer hitting the wooden plate and you’re smiling in victory.
“i won”, you tell mingyu.
“yeah and you better be explaining to seungcheol why his assets suddenly depleted” mingyu tells.
“at least seungcheol would let me have it, unlike you, sitting here and complaining, it’s so annoying”, you add, clicking your tongue.
“you’re the annoying one”, he says without missing a beat and you kick his leg from under the table, giving him a fake smile. “shut up and don’t get on my nerves”, you tell through gritted teeth, making a few heads turn. you clear your throat and sip on your champagne, smiling at the few people who turn to look at you.
that was the last bid and the auction had now ended. people start getting up to either grab a drink and talk or to go make arrangements to collect their paintings or artifacts that they just bought. this was indeed a good way you could sneak the real painting out. you quickly intercom with dino and you coordinate with him, vernon listening in too so he’d know which cameras to hack and take down.
“we should go, we have only 45 minutes before the painting is revealed”, you tell, getting up and walking out to the outer hall. there is music playing and someone is singing. the host announces that people can dance if they like and a few people do, couples peppered across the floor as they dance and sway together. you steer right away from the crowd and start moving downstairs when mingyu grabs your hand, blocking your path.
“care to dance?”, he asks.
“no i don’t dance”, you tell but mingyu ignores you and holds your hand as he guides you to the hall where the crowd was, choosing a quiet corner and pulling you closer to him, his hand resting on your waist as his other hand is intertwined in yours.
“mingyu i said i don’t want to dance”, you tell, slightly annoyed.
“i know, but i do”, he says and you find yourself moving closer to him as your rest your other hand on his shoulder, trying not to bump into the person behind you. you both sway to the soft music that plays and mingyu locks eyes with you, a small smile playing on his face and you don't realise how close you've gravitated towards him.
“we’re wasting time, let’s go”, you tell after two minutes.
“a little fun never hurt, you need to learn to let loose a little, sweetheart”, he tells, looking at you and you don’t miss the way his gaze flickers down to your lips.
“but you really should have worn something else”, he whispers near your ear. “i’m starting to get jealous at the way all the other guys are starting at you."
"it's a pretty sweet outfit isn't it”, you say softly and the the corner of his mouth lifts into a faint smile.
“hm let’s go”, he says, pecking your cheek as he intertwines his hand in yours. you walk down together and walk towards the restrooms. when the path looks clear, you take a detour to the staff room, which would give you access to the basement and other private areas of the building. jeonghan had given you copies of the access key too, so you could now slip into any room you liked without having to break any alarms.
you’d already memorized the layout of the room and knew exactly where the safe room would be located.
“you brought a gun right?”, you ask.
“what do you think baby, of course, i did”, he answers raising his brow. it was hidden using a chip that emitted waves and would not be picked up by any electronic scanner, which is how it got sneaked in successfully. another one of woozi’s genius creations. you reach the safe room but there were two guards up ahead.
“vernon, can you hack the walkie-talkies? tell the guards to move to the upper level”, you ask.
“on it”, vernon responds immediately and in two minutes the guards start walking away and turning around the corner.
you run up and unlock the door using the key card, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind you. you unlock another door and finally head inside the safe room, where the painting and other treasures were stored.
the painting is easy to find, it’s kept in a bulletproof glass box but that’s when you realise something is wrong.
the painting is bigger. it’s not the same size seokmin had told you. you panic because this would now hold you back and you had to think on your feet to figure something out quickly.
“what the fuck?”, you tell. “how are we supposed to discreetly steal this huge painting?”, you almost yell at mingyu who’s looking at you, confused as well.
“i don’t know, we just take it and walk out”,
“and let everyone know we stole it, mingyu? that’s just genius. why don’t we just announce it to the whole world then”, you yell back, annoyed.
“i thought seokmin told us it was going to be smaller? this isn’t the same size he mentioned”, you tell, running a hand through your hair.
“i think he forgot to add one digit in the dimensions”, mingyu tells and you mentally face-palm yourself.
“so now what do you want me to do?”
“i don’t know just take it and we place the decoy and leave”
“the decoy isn’t even the same fucking size mingyu”, you yell, getting impatient.
“fuck”, he curses under his breath. “let’s just take the painting and go”,
“how do i just take it, mingyu? do you want me to shove this painting up my ass and leave? how the hell are we going to walk out with it? didn’t you tell dino was waiting down in the van? how can we possibly walk with this huge painting all the way to the basement and give it to dino without anyone seeing us and not put the knock-off.”, you tell, getting more and more impatient with each passing second.
“jesus, y/n im trying to figure it out so please calm down”, mingyu snaps back.
“is everything okay?”, vernon’s voice fills your ear.
“wait guys, seokmin just told me that he has the proper decoy size in the van downstairs”, vernon tells after a few minutes of silence.
“wait what do you mean?”, you ask.
“he just told me saying he put the correct decoy painting size in the van, and that he realized he’d messed up the dimensions and got it remade. he said his printer had ran out of ink and missed printing one digit”, vernon explains calmly.
“then send it in, we have like 20 minutes before the painting gets showcased!”, you yell at vernon.
“dino’s on his way with it, just hold on”, vernon assures, going back to intercom with dino.
meanwhile, you and mingyu try to figure out how to unlock the box. the box had a passcode and three wrong tries and it would alarm the security, so you had to be careful. woozi had given you a decoder which mingyu had hidden outside and you grabbed on the way to the safe room. mingyu attaches the decoder and you watch as the numbers scramble, trying to decode the pin and unlock the box.
“what’s taking so long”, you groan, clicking your tongue.
“y/n calm down. we’re fine”, mingyu says as he locks eyes with you.
“if seokmin hadn’t realized we’d have been fucked over big time mingyu, do you understand? we could have gotten caught. do you understand how big of a fucking problem that could have been? and you’re acting all high and mighty asking me to just take this painting and go like it won’t be so fucking obvious that it’s not the same painting. and dino needs to hurry up because there are only ten minutes left, and we need to take this and transport it all before they come in to take the painting out to display, so we’re short on-", you’re cut off by mingyu’s hands cupping your cheek as you feel his soft lips on yours, again.
“you really need to shut up sometimes”, he mumbles against your lips. maybe it was because you were in the heat of the moment, but you kiss mingyu back, grabbing him by his tie to pull him closer, closing the gap between you both.
“guys?”, vernon’s voice fills my ear through the in the ear but you both ignore him. “dino’s almost there”, he adds but none of you bother to reply, too busy kissing each other.
the safe door opens and closes in silence and dino steps into the room. (it had a anti slam and quiet door so it would be discreet and safe)
“i hope i’m not interrupting something?”, dino asks, making you break away from the kiss and the look on dino’s face is mischievous.
“n-no"." shit.
"did you get the proper knock off? hurry up we have to be out of here in ten minutes”, you tell, pushing mingyu off you and walking up to the box, which had successfully unlocked.
dino handles the real painting carefully, wearing a pair of cloth gloves before taking out the painting from the box with care and placing it on the wearable rack, and replacing it with the knockoff that he streathly managed to bring here; courtesy to vernon for hacking the camera footage and security walkie talkies. if you were asked to play spot the difference between the real painting and the fake one, you wouldn’t have been able to guess shit, the fake one was just that good. dino quickly covers the real painting in a satin white cloth and you quickly walk out. dino disguised as one of the staff and security members, so it would look like he was just taking the painting you had just bought to your car so you could take it home. thankfully the painting you bid on and bought was around the same size too and you bring it along as you leave. no one gives you any suspicious looks as you leave and you walk out with confidence, your arms locked in mingyu's as you both walk together.
you make it back up to the upper level and back to the hall before you take the elevator to the basement. dino loads the painting into the van and he and vernon take off. mingyu and you bounce as well, getting in the limo and telling your driver to take you back home, making the excuse that you weren't feeling to well when someone approached you, asking why you weren’t staying back to see the painting that was going to be revealed shortly.
as soon as you get in the car, you kick off your heels, relief flooding through your feet as you sit. you let out a big sigh and take the chance to open the bottle of champagne that’s in the car, pouring yourself a glass and mingyu one too, offering him the glass.
“to successfully stealing a painting”, you say, raising the glass to make a toast and he smiles. you down the glass in one shot, the adrenaline still pumping in your veins. placing the glass down, you look at mingyu, who’s still watching you.
“what?”, you ask mingyu, who looking at you like he wants something.
“nothing, you’re just…gorgeous”, he says.
“you flatter me too much, mingyu”, you say, getting up to move, picking up your dress slightly as you move to sit on his lap, straddling him. his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you closer against him as your hands rest on his shoulders. his hand cups your cheek as he leans forward to kiss you, moving his lips against yours, slow and long, kissing you like he’s been craving this all along. he deepens the kiss, biting your lower lip teasingly, making you let out a soft moan, your mind too fuzzy to care about what you were doing right now.
“fuck, you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”, he groans, kissing your jawline.
“i know you wore this dress on purpose baby, to rile me up”, he says and you kiss him in response and he kisses you back, this time with more vigor and passion.
“maybe”, is all you can say as mingyu’s lips are on yours again.
“i’ve been dreaming about this for so long, to kiss you, to have you”, he groans as he kisses your neck, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. your hands busy themselves with loosening his tie and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.
“look at you, i thought you hated me baby”, he mumbles against your neck.
“i still do”, you tell, your voice coming out breathy and soft as he leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone, his hands roaming your body, his touch sending shivers and sparks throughout your body.
“what if dino tells on us”, you realise, whispering softly as he continues to leave soft kisses on your neck.
“you’re worried about that baby? worried he’ll run his mouth and tell everyone you were kissing me? the person you claimed you hated?”, he teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
he kisses you again, trailing more kisses to your jawline before his hand reaches over to cup your cheek as he pulls you in, capturing your lips with his again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. you kiss him back, and somehow you couldn’t seem to get enough, getting dizzy on how he feels and tastes. he was driving you crazy. he pulls you closer against him, his grip on your waist tightening with each kiss and you start to lose track of how long you’ve been at it, making out. thank god for the partition between the driver and you was tinted. the car finally comes to a halt in and mingyu breaks away. “we’re home”.
and just like that, mingyu guides you home and wastes no time in kissing you again once you’re behind closed doors, guiding you to his room while he never breaks away, kissing you breathlessly.
the next morning, you wake up tangled in mingyu’s arms and the events of last night come crashing onto you. you turn around to face mingyu and he lazily pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
“go back to sleep”, he mumbles and you push away a few stray hairs from his face.
“you’re so lazy”, you say, as you move to get out of his arms, but he tightens his grip, not letting you leave.
“don’t make me slit your throat mingyu, let me go”. you say teasingly, poking his arm and he finally loosens up. just then the doorbell rings. you get up and take a peek, seeing seungkwan standing outside. you open the door but the expression on his face tells you that something is wrong.
“what’s wrong?”, you ask, as he steps in.
“dino- he- the painting…dino is…”, seungkwans stutters out, making no sense.
“what happened?” you ask again, putting your hands on seungkwan’s shoulders to try and calm him down.
“dino, he got intercepted by another gang and they’re holding the painting and dino hostage”, seungkwan spills out.
fuck.
after hearing that you waste no time in going back to the safe house with mingyu.
“how’d they contact you? how did they know we were going to be there”, you ask seungcheol. with him are joshua, vernon, seokmin, and hoshi.
“we’re not sure”, seokmin says.
“but what i’m sure of is either they had a tail on you or you told them our location”, seungcheol says, looking at you straight in the eye.
“what the fuck are you implying?”, mingyu defends immediately.
“no i would never do that seungcheol and you know that”, you tell, staring him down.
“how can you even say that”, mingyu adds.
“because they want you in exchange for returning the painting and dino back safely y/n”, seungcheol tells and you pause, trying to process what he just said.
“what?”, is all you can say after a few seconds of silence.
“that’s what they negotiated with seungkwan”, seungcheol tells. “and if you two had responded to vernon then we could have maybe sorted this out earlier. there was no response from the both of you after last night”, seungcheol adds, looking between you and mingyu. you gulp, hoping he can’t possibly guess what you and mingyu were up to last night.
“here are the terms of negotiation”, seungkwan adds, sliding over a piece of paper to you.
if you want to get back your precious painting and friend, do the following. tell anyone or try to pull anything funny, otherwise the only thing you’ll be getting in return is your friend’s dead limp body and a police raid. so, follow the instructions carefully
1) we want the girl in exchange for the painting and your friend
2) come to the abandoned warehouse by the paddy fields tonight at 8:00pm
3) the girl comes alone and that’s it. once she comes, we’ll have the painting and your friend released.
4) no guns, or weapons, and don’t try or even think to act smart in any way unless you want to be responsible for your friend’s death.
the letter was signed off with a stamp of the gang seal, which you faintly recognized for some reason.
“i’ll go”, is all you say because it doesn’t look like you have any other option right now. you didn’t care about the painting but you did care about dino and you had to make sure he’d come back safe.
“there’s no way in hell she’s going alone”, mingyu interjects, cleary upset.
“mingyu, stop it”, you yell at him. who was he to tell you what to do?
“mingyu stop putting your emotions into the mission, we have a problem, and i’m going to deal with it accordingly, or else im putting you out”, seungcheol says.
“what is wrong with you? you’re just going to let them have y/n?”, mingyu asks, getting up, frustrated, running a hard through his already messy hair.
after a few more arguments, things start getting heated between seungcheol and mingyu, seokmin pulls him away from the room and you manage to finish the rest of the conversation with seungcheol. back home, mingyu’s still tense and he hits the gym to try and take off some of his anger and frustration.
you don’t know why he was acting like this to be honest. you could manage perfectly well on your own, it wasn’t like you were going to die or anything. he seemed to be making a big deal about this and it was getting on your nerves. you’re in your room and you can hear the sound and impact of mingyu’s punches on the boxing bag through the walls. what the fuck was he so worked up for? you try ignore the sound and get back to getting ready for tonight.
you know they said no weapons but you weren’t going to go in blind. your pants had a secret pocket where you could hide my small knife easily and it was undetectable. you decide to carry a few more, concealing them in secret pockets so no one would even know. you had everything planned and you weren't going to let the person who took dino off so easily. just then you hear mingyu’s footsteps as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you ignore him, getting up and checking the time. you had to leave in five minutes if you were going to make it there in time. you look at mingyu’s who’s studying you closely.
“what mingyu? stop staring it’s annoying”, you tell, breaking the silence, walking towards the door so you can leave, but he blocks your path.
“you’re not fucking going anywhere y/n”, he grits out.
“what the fuck? who are you to tell me what to do? i know what i’m doing okay and you need to chill out”, you say, trying to push past him but he doesn’t let you.
“mingyu move, im getting late”, you say in a stern voice.
“i’m coming with you then”, he hisses, grabbing you as he pushes you against the wall.
“no you’re fucking not, stay out of this mingyu, it’s none of your business”
“it is because it involves you”, he says, without missing a beat, leaning closer.
“mingyu, don’t let what happened last night make you all soft for me okay, whatever happened just happened. don’t try to use that to determine what our relationship is now”, you say, trying to sound stern but your voice falters a bit when his hands dig into your waist tighter. he crashes his lips into yours, and the kiss is hot and heavy and angry. your lips move on their own, kissing him back, grabbing his arms for support.
“just promise me you’ll come back to me…alive”, mingyu mumbles against your lips.
“are you doubting me?", you scoff but he ignores the threat.
“and the first thing you’re going to do when you come back and see me is that you’re going to kiss me”, he demands.
“that’s so cheesy and cliché”, you tell, rolling your eyes.
“i’m not taking no for an answer”
“fine oh my god, you’re so stupid”, you mumble, kissing him one last time as he lets you go.
you reach the abandoned warehouse on time, with two minutes to spare. you look around but see no one around, the place dark and deserted. you decide to wait and stand outside to see if anyone shows up. after two minutes of waiting, you hear a rustle in the grass, standing alert, only to see a stray dog appear, but it had something in its mouth. the dog drops the things it was holding in front of your and runs off without warning. you carefully bend down to pick up the things, seeing a piece of paper and a black face cover that was meant to cover you entire face.
put on the mask on and be a good girl and wait
you crush the paper and scan your surroundings one more time before putting the mask on. after a few seconds, you realize the mask is laced with something, something strong and it’s too late because you’re already getting dizzy. your hand slips down as you fail to remove the mask and your knees give in as you fall to the ground, unconscious.
you wake up with the mask still over your head and groan, shaking your head, trying to get rid of the dizziness that’s was still lingering.
“she’s awake”, you hear someone say, immediately getting alert.
“call boss”, another voice adds.
you try to move but your hands are bound together tightly with a rope that’s painfully cutting into your wrists. you can faintly make out the light in the room, it must have been dimly lit. you hear a door open and footsteps, as they come closer to you and suddenly, the mask over your face is harshly yanked out. you close your eyes shut at the sudden intrusion of light and look around, trying to gather your surroundings as your eyes adjust to the light. you manage to look up, seeing a figure looming over you.
“hi there pretty girl, remember me?”, he asks menacingly. you blink your eyes as you scan his face, trying to remember who but you don’t.
“who the fuck are you?”, you lash out.
he clicks his tongue in response. “i’m disappointed, i thought you’d remember me after what you did, that’s a shame. but no worries, we still have time”, he says, one of his men dragging a chair and he takes a seat in front of you, leaning forward to get a better look at you, at your state.
“look at you. you’re supposed to be highly skilled right? but here you are, tied up for me to play with. i’m excited”, he tells laughing, a grin forming on his face.
“fuck off, where’s dino”, you spit out and you see the flash of anger that courses through him.
he grabs your face harshly, making you look at him, his hand gripping your jaw.
“behave or else i’ll get angry and slice up your friend. you don’t want that do you?”, he warns, putting pressure on your jaw as he squeezes your cheeks tighter. you squirm in his grip and he finally lets you go, your head hitting the wall in the process.
“where is he?”, you ask again, breathing hard. “i kept up my end of the deal”, you grit out.
“oh i will tell you where he is, but i just want to have a little fun with you before that happens”, he says, a glint in his eyes. he gets up and walks away, saying something to the other men in the room which you don’t quite catch.
that night, you’re alone, only with one guy, whom you assume was supposed to keep an eye on you. you try wriggle out of the rope, and even though it burns, you brush the pain away as the rope digs into your wrist. you smile to yourself once your wrists are free. people really had to learn how to tie secure knots really. you stealthily get up while the guard is pathetically snoring. you roll your eyes and get up, stretching and grabbing a stone from the floor as you walk towards him. he opens his eyes just as you stand in front of him and he doesn’t get the chance to speak as you crash the stone into his skull and he falls to the ground, unconscious. you knocked him hard enough to knock him out but not kill him. you’re eyes have been trained to see in the dark and you make your way across the room, putting your ear to the door to hear for any voices or signs of life. your hands encloses on the doorknob and you slowly turn it, opening it and peeking out. the coast is clear and you step out and, your footsteps silent as you make your way to the end of the hall. the place abandoned so debris and dust was everywhere. after a few steps you faint voices coming towards you and you still against the wall, peeking your ear out to pick up on the conversation.
“how much do you think seungcheol would pay to have her back? i think he’s her most valuable asset”, the voice says, which you recognise as the boss’s voice. “hm let’s see if he wants the painting or her”, another voice chimes in and you furrow your brows. first of all you didn’t need seungcheol protecting you and secondly you were getting pissed at these thugs. you move your foot and knock into something on the floor.
“what was that?”, you hear the voice ask. you mentally curse and get ready to strike, coming out of the shadows and landing a kick right in the chest of one of the thugs. he falls to the ground with a grunt and loud thud.
“oh my, i see you seem to have escaped”, the boss man tells, looking at you, chuckling.
“where’s dino”, you ask, gripping the broken pipe you picked up on your way.
“I think it would be wise to drop that and not do anything stupid, unless you want your friend chopped up in pieces, i’ll glady do it and you know it”, he says, raisng a brow at you.
you study his face and you can tell he would. you’d dealt with enough people in the years you’d taken up this job to be able to read people like a book and this guy was not fooling around when he said he would indeed chop up dino. you grit your teeth as you drop the pipe and it rattles as it hits the ground, echoing in the empty hallway.
“good girl”, he tells condescendingly, smirking, satisfied. “now let’s get you back”, he adds, and this time you’re cuffed in chains, but you’d figure a way to get out.
two days go by and this boss guy is nowhere to be seen. you can tell he’s trying to weaken you by starving you but you could handle this. you’ve been through worse honestly. it’s the third night now and you’re getting impatient and a little tired of this waiting game.
“where the hell is your boss? did i scare him off? ask him to come here right now”, you demand
“he’s busy”, the guard tells, not even bothering to look at you, dismissing you completely.
“busy doing what? chickening out? tell him to come here right now”, you yell and probably because you kept belittling his ‘boss’, you hear him send another man to give the message. and sure enough, a few hours later the boss man comes walking in.
“i hear you were causing a ruckus”, he tells.
“where’s dino”, you demand.
“don’t worry about him. i’d worry about you because”, he says, getting down on one knee to come at eye level with me. “i’m going to take my time killing you slowly”, he says.
“yeah i’d rather enjoy killing you first”, you say.
“you really don’t recognize me, do you? stupid girl”, he spits out.
“uncuff her”, he says, getting up.
“boss but-“
“DO IT”, he shouts, the men cowering and one of them immediately scrambles down to undo the chain on you. as soon as you get free, you leap up, swaying your foot as you kick him down.
“why the fuck should i know who you are”, you say, reaching in your concealed pocket for a knife, but only feeling an empty space instead. there was no knife.
the boss chuckles and looks at you, laughing as he gets up, dusting himself off.
“looking for your precious knives? i thought i said not to bring anything. you thought you could fool me? i think not” he tells, smirking.
“how”, you whisper.
“you’re not the only one who has tricks up their sleeve”, he says in sing song voice, making you narrow your eyes at him.
“i’ve dedicated my whole life to this moment, to seeing you and killing you and you have the audacity to not even remember me”, he sneers, coming closer.
“cloud 9 enterprises, does that name ring a bell?”, he asks, stalking closer to you.
you wrack your brain. cloud 9 enterprises. that name was familiar and that case was famous too. the owner was supposedly making drugs, and disguising them as medication to sell, making people addicted and in plenty of bad ways too. lots of people died, innocent children and adults died because of those drugs he had disguised as a harmless medication. and you remember because you were the one sent to kill him. you look at the man’s face, looking at his features that somehow resemble the man you killed and it hits you.
“you’re his son”, you say.
“bingo”, he says smiling before landing a punch to your gut, making you fall down. “did you know i watched you kill him. i was hiding under his desk as i saw you slit his throat. can you imagine what that does to a child?”, he spits out. “after that day i’ve sworn i would get my revenge and now that i have you, it feels good”, he explains. he kicks you again but you dodge, swinging your leg and tripping him. you kick him again but his men come forward, grabbing you by the arms, holding you back. you thrash in their hold as he gets up. you knee one of the men and get loose but a few more men come forward and hold you down as, pushing you to your knees. he holds his hand out and someone gives him something – a syringe.
“this is a special concoction i made, just for you. i can’t wait to see how long you can last”, he chuckles coming forward and stabbing the syringe in your arm. the stab of the needle is sharp as he pushes the contents of the syringe inside your arm. you thrash even more, angry and they finally let you go. you yell out in frustration and try to land a punch but you miss.
“fuck you, i’ll kill you with my own hands”, you snap out, getting up and looking at him but your vision was playing tricks on you. you shake your head in an attempt to regain yourself and grab a metal stick that was thrown off to the side and jump to hit him, but you miss again. you groan in frustration.
“what did you do”, you shout as you get up, regaining you balance.
“you’ll die a slow painful death, as your organs and body start shutting down. you’ll probably last 36 hours or 48 hours if you manage to pull through”, he tells with a smile, stepping forward and you move to grab his arm, but before you can do anything you feel a sharp piecring pain in your abdomen and he looks at you and smiles as he pushes the knife furthur into you, stabbing you. you whine and yelp as he roughly pulls the knife out.
“how does it feel?”, he asks as you headbut him, not giving up yet. he groans as he pushes you off him, your back hitting the wall as you slump against it. he looks at you angry but chuckles as he looks at your state as he wipes his bloody nose with a cloth. you vaguely hear him say something like “dispose of the body where nobody can find it” and you hear dino’s name too but he’s already out the door.
you try to sit up and stop the bleeding, covering the torn flesh with your palms, and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. you’d managed to tear a part of your long sleeve shirt and use that to tie up the wound, putting the knot tight to somehow slow down the bleeding. you try to move and locate an escape route. there is a window but it’s too high up with no way for you to get to it unless you managed to move the stack of old wooden boxes. but in your state, you don’t think you could.
you don’t know when you fell asleep, it was probably the effect of whatever the drug he had injected you with. you sit awake, pain shooting through your abdomen in the process. the cloth you tied around is now soaked in blood and it’s starting to pool next to you. your hand is heavy as your try to lift it up and tear off your other sleeve to wrap it around the area.
in the far distance, gunshots can be heard and an angry and determined man is making his way into the hideout. “where the hell is she?”, mingyu shouts, the gun digging into the skull of a man who’s on his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back. his henchmen are all knocked out and scattered on the floor.
“she’s probably half dead by now”, he says, smiling, showing no remorse. this riles up mingyu even more and he pulls the man up and smashes him against the wall, his hand closing around his neck.
“what did you do?”, he asks, putting pressure on the man’s neck as dino stands behind him with jun.
he only half laughs as he starts to choke. “go find out yourself”, he mumbles and mingyu throws him to the ground and points his gun at him, shooting him point blank in the head, twice.
“mingyu! seungcheol wanted him alive”, jun rasps out, seeing his limp body.
“he was going to kill him any way i just did him a favor”, mingyu tells, only earning a look of disapproval from jun. “i’ll explain it to him”, mingyu adds.
mingyu searches the entire building, looking for you, until he stumbles across a room that’s been locked from the outside, and something familiar glints in the corner – knives, your knives. mingyu grabs a broken-off stone from the side and uses it to break open the lock, hammering down on it till it breaks. the door swings open and he spots you slumped on the floor in the far corner of the room.
“y/n”, he shouts as he rushes towards you and kneels down in front of you. “fuck fuck fuck”, he mumbles as he sees the blood pooling on the side.
your body stirs awake again at the familiar scent of cologne and you open your eyes. mingyu? were you hallucinating? was this a side effect of the drug?
“mingyu?”, you ask, not sure if this was real.
“y/n, hey, it’s okay, im here now”, he says hurridely, pulling you onto his lap and you yelp in pain.
“shit sorry, but we need to get you out of here”, he explains.
“what are you doing here?”, you ask stupidly.
“i’m here for you, y/n. you didn’t come back and we got another threat and i knew something was wrong. fuck, i should have come earlier”, he explains.
“w-what about dino?”, you muster out with whatever strength you had.
“he’s here and he’s okay. we have the painting too. the van is down, i just need to get you out”, he says.
he tries to carefully scoop you in his arms but you whimper in pain again.
“i’m sorry but we’re almost there okay”, he assures, carrying you out. the jerks from the way he was running caused pain and you whined as he kept saying we were almost there. you hear dino’s faint voice as he opens the back of the van and mingyu rushes inside, gently laying you down on his lap.
“drive drive go!”, mingyu shouts, getting anxious.
“she’s hurt. badly”, dino adds.
“we should’ve brought wonwoo along, dammit. call him and ask him what to do to stop the bleeding”, mingyu commands.
“he-he injected something in me, some drug. said it would stop my organs and body functions within 36 hours”, you mumble out and mingyu’s face pales.
“how long as it been?”
“i don’t-maybe 24 hours”, you mumblr out, your memory hazy.
“here, wonwoo’s on the line”, dino says, holding out the phone so mingyu can speak on speakerphone.
“wonwoo, she’s bleeding out, she’s already lost a lot of blood, what do i do”, mingyu asks helplessly.
“just apply pressure to the wound and get her here”, he says, stern.
“fuck and he injected something in her, supposed to stop a person’s organs and body functions within 36 hours”, mingyu adds. “you can stop that right”, mingyu asks desperately and the line is silent for a few seconds.
“i don’t know it depends on how long it’s been-“
“24 hours”
“get her here, i’ll see what i can do”, wonwoo says, and the line drops.
he keeps talking to you so you can be conscious but after a ten minutes, you eyes start to close, and your body falters. your head starts to spiral and you get dizzy, seeing two mingyu’s above you.
“why are there two of you”, you ask no one in particular, starting to get delirious.
migyu’s pressure on your wound falters and you shrivel up in pain, the burning pain getting too much.
“it hurts, everything h-hurts”, you cry out softly and mingyu wishes he could do something to help ease the pain.
“i know baby you’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay”, he says, panic evident in his eyes.
“hey hey y/n, don’t-“ mingyu pleads looking at you.
“mingyu”, dino says but he ignores him.
“y/n look at me”, he pleads, pulling you into him. your grip on his shirt loosens slowly and mingyu notices the way your hand falls down.
“fuck no no no, stay with me baby, i’m right here”, he pleads, almost crying but all you see is black as you lose consciousness.
(you were recovering in mingyu’s house since you couldn’t risk going to the hospital with an unknown drug in your system, it would cause a red siren everywhere and bring unwanted attention)
wonwoo tried his best to help save you but you were still lying unconscious after ten days. most of the drug had been flushed out of your system but it was taking some time for your body to recover from its effects.
“go get some rest mingyu”, wonwoo says as he walks in, seeing mingyu beside your bed.
“i need to be here when she wakes up”, mingyu says, his eyes red and his face tired from the lack of sleep.
“she’ll wake up, right?”, he asks for the tenth time today, hope reflecting in his tired eyes.
“i can’t make promises like that mingyu, it depends on the way her body is recovering”, wonwoo tells.
“this is all seungcheol’s fault”, mingyu declares, suddenly seeing red.
“where the fuck is he, he didn’t even come to see her once.”, mingyu adds, getting up.
“mingyu, you need to calm down.”
mingyu ignores wonwoo and shoves him to the side as he leaves for the safehouse in search of seungcheol.
“WHERE’S SEUNGCHEOL”, mingyu yells as he enters, causing seungkwan and vernon to jump and turn around.
“mingyu-"
“where the fuck is seungcheol?”, mingyu asks again, angry.
mingyu stalks ahead and bursts open the door to seungcheol’s office.
“this is all your fault”, mingyu says as seungcheol stands up from his desk and walks out a few steps before mingyu grabs seungcheol by the collar of his shirt.
“if you hadn’t sent y/n alone like i said, she’d be okay, she’d be okay”, mingyu spits out, seething in anger. “did you even go see her, do you know what he did?”, he adds.
“i know what happened and it’s unfortunate”, is all seungcheol says, making mingyu even more upset. in blinding anger, mingyu brings his hand up and lands a punch to seungcheol.
jeonghan runs in. “what-“, he asks but stops upon seeing the scene in front of him.
“im only letting this off because we got the painting”, seungcheol says, wiping his busted lip.
“fuck you, i bet you don’t even care if she dies”, mingyu spits stepping front again but jeonghan blocks him.
“she’ll live, she’s a fighter”, seungcheol tells before seungkwan comes along and he and jeonghan guide mingyu out.
that night mingyu is back home, laying next to your bed as wonwoo administers another round of IV.
“her wound is healing but slowly. it’s still a good sign that her body is functioning and working. otherwise, she would have gotten another infection if the drug had really affected her”, wonwoo says, hoping to bring some sort of relief to mingyu.
“you really love her don’t you”, wonwoo adds as he observes the way mingyu holds your hand.
“i should’ve insisted she doesn’t go alone, but she said she’d come back”, mingyu says defeated.
“if she doesn’t respond in another week, we’ll have to really do something then”, wonwoo tells, and by the way mingyu’s jaw clenches, he doesn’t like the sound of that.
mingyu stays by your bed that night, falling asleep and holding your hand.
you’re dreaming, someone is chasing you. you’ve been running for so long and you’re getting tired. you don’t even know where you’re running, you’re just running and running, hoping to find something.
mingyu stirs awake when he senses your grip on his hand tightening and he’s super alert.
“y/n?”, he asks softly.
someone is calling out to you. you can’t figure out where it’s coming from but you hear the sweet voice calling out my name again. you run towards the voice.
“y/n”, mingyu calls out again as he looks at you, trying to see if you can hear or understand him.
you’re running and running, trying to follow the voice and you vaguely make out a figure standing in front of you. the man stands out with his arms open as he calls out your name one last time and your eyes flutter open.
mingyu lets out a small gasp.
“mingyu”, you try to say, but no voice follows and you close your eyes again.
mingyu wastes no time in calling wonwoo, telling him the news and soon wonwoo is at the house.
“just keep an eye on her”, wonwoo explains saying he'll be back in the morning for a checkup.
in the morning, you wake up, a bit hazy but conscious. what woke you up was the pain and something cold and when you look down you realize your bandage had bled out, probably from sleeping on your side. you try to sit up but your arms give out, and your eyes close. you hear the faint steps of mingyu walking in and he says your name, rushing up to you. he gently sits down next to you, the bed dipping.
“you’re awake, you’re awake”, he says, his hands fumlbing for his phone as he dials wonwoo. you slowly manage to turn and face him, blinking up at him in a daze. he looks down and see’s your bandage that’s bled out.
“im just going to change your bandage okay y/n”, he says to you and you weakly nod. he helps you sit up, lifting your shirt up ever so slightly so he can take off the soiled bandage and replace it. he gently cleans the wound with a wet cloth and you slightly hiss at the pain, your hands clawing at the bedsheet. you take a moment to look at mingyu as he carefully tends to my wound. the way his hair falls over his face, the way the light bounces off him, the way his brows are furrowed in concentration, the way his hands are gentle so that he doesn’t hurt you.
“mingyu”, you say softly and he looks up worried and surprised. this is the first time you talked.
“do you want something? water? or are you hungry? i made some rice porridge earlier i can just-“
“thank you”, you weakly say and try to smile at him, and at this, he crumbles. he gently moves his hands to envelope you as he slowly pulls you into him for a hug.
“i thought i’d lost you there”, mingyu admits softly and you can hear the fear in his voice.
“i’m a fighter”, you mumble out and he laughs.
“‘im just glad you’re awake now. i thought- i was really preparing myself for the worst”, he says, pulling away to look at you. his hand cups you cheek, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. you lean into his touch and rest your head on his chest.
over the next few days, mingyu makes sure you’re comfortable and okay. he’s always checking up on you and you start to feel better. you’re able to get up and walk a little and your wound is healing too. you’re in less pain and wonwoo is impressed and satisfied with the way you’ve been healing.
“where’s dino? i hope he’s okay, i never got to see him afterward”, you say later one night. “do you want me to call them over?”, mingyu asks and you nod eagerly.
you walk over to mingyu and sit down next to him on the couch, looking up at him as you lean against his arm and suddenly you remember - you owed him a kiss when you came back. you sit up a bit and mingyu seems to have caught you staring.
“what?”, he asks, looking at you lovingly. “did you want something?”, he adds.
you simply move so that you’re straddling his lap and before mingyu can say anything, you’re kissing him. he kisses you back a few seconds later and his hands rest on your waist. he moves his lips against yours and his hand tilts your jaw closer to him. your hands wrap around his neck as you tangle your fingers in his hair and mingyu lets out a soft groan as he pulls away.
“fuck. i missed that. i missed you”, he mumbles against your lips.
“i promised you a kiss when i came back right”. you say and he smiles.
“you remembered”
“a little too late if i have to say”
“i’m glad you’re back baby, i missed you so much”, he says again, leaning forward to kiss you again, chasing after your lips. his lips are soft against yours, but the way he’s kissing you is like he hasn’t seen you in years. he kisses you with yearning and emotion, with a sort of urgency. his hand grips your waist tighter but you let out a small yelp since the pain is still there as the wound was still healing and his grip softens.
“shit sorry”, he says, looking to make sure you was okay, only to kiss him back, wanting to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. you’re too busy to notice that wonwoo opened the door and the rest of the boys walked in on you both kissing.
“y/n i got your favorite-“ seungkwan starts but stops dead in his tracks upon catching you both.
you pull away and turn your head around to see seungkwan’s mouth hanging open before he smacks a hand over his mouth in shock. dino just gives you a small shy smile and smiles when you smile back at him. you’re about to move off when mingyu pulls you in for one last kiss, just to tease you as you whack his arm and he pulls away chuckling.
wonwoo looks at us as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “i thought i said no strenuous activities for y/n”, he says, looking straight at mingyu.
“she started it”, mingyu says, throwing you in the fire as he gently slides you off him.
“what no! i–“, you start but falter, the words crumbling.
hoshi is immediately by your side, asking you if you’re okay and what happened before he starts pestering you for more details about how mingyu and you started liking each other because in his knowlege you hated him so now he need to know all the gossip and details.
after a few more months, you’re all healed but wonwoo still makes you do a checkup once every month, to make sure you were healing okay and that there were no leftover effects of the drug in your body.
2 years later
“baby i told you not to wear that fuck”, mingyu groans in your ear as he pulls you into a tiny room to hide from the security guards looking for you both.
“concentrate, we still need to get the gold bars”, you say, adjusting his tie as he pushes you into the wall.
“you look so fucking hot i told you that you’d get in trouble if you wore that”, he says, whispering against your ear.
after you healed and got back in the field, you and mingyu had been on countless missions together. this time you had to steal some gold bars from a corrupt politician, and once again to build connections and friends, you had to pose as a married couple. so here you were.
“my wife likes to be a brat sometimes”, he mumbles before pecking your lips.
“watch it, im not your wife”, you say, poking his arm.
“not yet, but i can change that”, he says, giving you a wink.
you stare up at him tilting your head to the side. “are you proposing to me, mingyu?”, you ask.
“maybe”, he says with a goofy smile as he leans in to close the gap between you with a kiss.
and yes, you did successfully steal the gold bars and you maybe tortured the corrupt politician a little, but everyone needs to have a little fun right?
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Seventeen's reaction to their s/o appearing on going seventeen
Synopsis: how the seventeen members would react to you, their s/o, making a sudden guest appearance on going seventeen.
Svt x gn! reader | idol au, est. relationship, fluff | 1.25k words | warnings: minor injury | requested by anon
A/n: for the sake of this headcanon, their relationship would have already been made public
ଓ༉ He’s suspicious, and immediately asks if this is some sort of weird punishment
Jeonghan, Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon
➺ As you approach him, he smiles and welcomes you with open arms though his guard is definitely up. Not that he’s not extremely happy that you made a sudden appearance but why are you here? He wonders what you are up to and why do you look so smiley? You have a dangerous glint in your eye that even he is cautious of.
➺ He wonders what game the gose staff are going to make them play. Are you his opponent? Or a potential collaborator. What’s the catch with this game? The stakes have to be high if you’re here. His mind is running a million miles per minute, going through every single moment of all the previous gose episodes to see what stupid remark they made could have possibly led to this moment right now. And mind you, there were a lot of stupid remarks.
➺ He knows he won’t get any information out of you. So he turns to eye all the staff members suspiciously, watching carefully for any and all behavioural changes, like a lion watching its prey. None of the staff members can meet his eyes. They are all terrified of his serious, accusatory, analytical gaze.
➺ That said, once the gose staff announce that no, your sudden appearance is not punishment. In fact, it’s a reward for doing well on a previous gose episode, his behaviour does a 180 degree change almost instantaneously. He becomes all smiley and he will nod approvingly at you for being the most amazing reward he’s ever gotten on this god forsaken show (Jeonghan and Joshua would coo at you, just try and change my mind). He then vows to take out all the other members during this game. With you by his side, on his team, there’s no way he won’t win. He’ll be unstoppable. He’s going to win. He chuckles evilly, already scheming. The rest of the members cower in fear. They are not going home in one piece today are they?
➺ Bonus: Jeonghan’s first reaction would be “ahhh why did you call y/n in? Is this to punish me because I keep cheating? I told you I don’t cheat, I just don’t exactly play by all the rules.” Then, when he realises you’re on his team. He cheats even more. You’ll understand right? He wants to win for you!
ଓ༉ He’s excited because maybe for once he can win a game during gose
Junhui, Mingyu, Dokyeom
➺ He’s in shock when you walk onto set in front of the camera. His jaw drops and you can see the gears turning in his head. When it finally sinks in that you are the guest star of gose today, he screams and whoops for joy. He’s running up to you, hugging you and fake crying, whining to you how much he suffers during gose. But you knew that already don’t you? That’s why you’re here, to help him and protect him from those bad ol’ games and the rest of the members.
➺ As the staff explain what’s going to happen during this gose episode, whether it’s physical games or some version of the mafia game, he’s looking over at you. He’s trying his best to telepathically send you signals through his eyes. His eyes are wide, like they are about to pop out of their sockets. No one else really knows what he’s trying to tell you, though it seems like you do because you’re smiling at him adoringly and nodding your head. (Actually, he was just telling you that you two should team up haha).
➺ You see, he knows that you’re super protective over him. Look at him, how could you say no to that face. He gets bullied one time and he’s sulking and cowering like a kicked puppy/ cat by your side. In an instant, you’re on your feet stalking menacingly to pick a fight with whoever bullied him. Even Jeonghan isn’t safe from you. While you’re busy beating up lecturing that member, he’s standing behind and holding your hand, looking at the rest of the members smugly. Did they think they could get away with bullying him on your watch? If they did, they were sorely mistaken.
➺ At the end of the episode, the staff are announcing that your team is the winner. He’s going to be cheering so loudly and thanking you, saying that you’re his lucky charm since he was finally able to win during an episode of gose. 100% will pester the staff after to let you keep coming back.
➺ Bonus: If you’re playing some ball game or a more physical game, the 3 members will hide behind you. It doesn’t matter that they are all above 1.79m tall. They will use you as a human shield.
ଓ༉ He feels an intense sense of foreboding
Seungcheol, Soonyoung, Seungkwan, Dino
➺ You know the phrase Arnold from the magic school bus always says? “I knew I should have stayed home today”. Yea, that’s his first reaction. He literally groans when the staff introduces you as the special guest. You can see his eyes widen, his breathing hitches, and the colour drains from his face. You collaborating with the gose staff? That’s probably not a good sign right? Especially when he hears the cheers of the rest of the members.
➺ The thing with these 4 members. Seungcheol’s the leader and Dino is the youngest so bullying them is fair game. Soonyoung and Seungkwan have too much beef during gose with the rest of the members. In other words, they have been targeted for this gose episode and there is no way they can escape.
➺ He knows he is doomed. Any hope that you will be on his team is dashed when the staff announce that you will be playing against him. He literally falls to his knees dramatically begging for a chance. It doesn’t matter what type of game it is. He can’t win against you.
➺ As fans watch expectantly to see why he’s doomed, they think it’s because you know him and you’re able to outsmart him. He wishes that was the reason but no. In reality, he’s a whipped boyfriend for you. You have him twirled around your little finger. It seems like the members used his weakness against him. He sees how excited you are to win, your little cheers, your happy little dance. All you need to do is smile at him and he’s fawning all over you. He’s cooing, telling you it’s okay that you want to win. His love for you is stronger than his competitive nature. He’ll accept defeat, he’ll let you win. His self-preservation goes out the window. Just this once. And only because it’s you. Make no mistake though, he vows to take revenge when the rest of the members least expect it. He will make them suffer for humiliating him.
➺ Bonus: Soonyoung tries to cute his way out of losing against you. He’s doing every trick in the book, horanghaeing, rawring, fake crying. It doesn’t work. He fails instantly when you shake your head and harumph, turning away from him. Then he’s immediately on his knees begging you not to ignore him. Is he a tiger? No. Hamster? No. Whipped boyfriend for you? Yes.
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masterlist.
note: not a seventeen blog, just a person who writes seventeen stuff. usually short drabbles.
scoups
manspread. / pt. 2 mansplain. / pt. 3 manipulate. (m)
distracted. (m)
random thoughts about being in a relationship with seungcheol
sleepy seungcheol = cuddly seungcheol (fluff)
11/10 (m)
why don’t we kiss since we’re bored? (fluff)
shower thoughts (m)
rule. no 1 (m)
drabbles.
seungcheol’s kink (m)
scoups aftercare (fluff)
phone sex with seungcheol (m)
random 18+ drabble (m)
boyfriend!cheol (fluff)
escort seungcheol x reader (m)
road head with seungcheol (m)
office au w/ woozi (m)
intimate sex with seungcheol (m)
1:23 am (fluff)
random seungcheol angst
seungcheol x size kink (m)
random seungcheol fluff
comfort seungcheol fluff
asks.
scoups fluff
scoups smut
woozi
random thoughts about being in a relationship with woozi
woozi in a relationship headcanon
drabbles.
mafia woozi x pole dancer
office au w/ seungcheol
jealous woozi
calling woozi ‘sir’ for the first time
ceo! woozi headcanon
svt
vampires pt. 1 / pt. 2 / pt.3
etc
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Kinktober 2023
This year my kinktober will contain various themes as follows:
Shape of You Sunday - Centered around the beauty of body worship, each day will be focused primarily one a specific part of the body. (It is rather self-indulgent as they’re either things I am personally self-conscious about, or have a particular taste for.)
Monsterfuck Monday - I feel this one is rather self-explanatory, but kinktober is always an excellent time to let loose when it comes to these kinds of things. And I’ll take any excuse I can get to write them.
Troublemaker Tuesday - Who doesn’t love a touch of trouble in their week? This one is for all my bratty subs, hope you’re ready to learn the consequences of your actions.
Whispering Wednesday - Voice kink is that you? Idols have such pretty voices after all, how could we ever let them go to waste?
Thirst TRAP Thursday - Feeling trapped can hold a certain thrill, can it not? Just what kind of trap will you fall into though?
Fantasy Friday - Who says we can’t have a little fantasy with our filth? Let’s mix two of the very best things together.
Savor Saturday - All about taste and flavors! Each Saturday bringing a different “flavor” to our week. To fill every kind of craving.
As always, most pairing were made through a random picker, the schedule is below:
1. Worship You - Seventeen - Woozi - Thighs - Summary: Jihoon once again cannot help but to indulge in his favorite form of stress relief...you. - Warnings: Marking, some manhandling, dirty talk, unprotected sex? (never explicitly said either way, but no mention of protection so...stay safe), slight sub/dom themes if you squint, very very light degradation (not really tho).
2. Two Can Play - Ateez - Werewolf!Wooyoung - Summary: Hongjoong comes to you desperate to find help for Wooyoung through his rut, though perhaps you get more than you bargained for. - Warnings: Switch! Wooyoung, Switch! reader, dirty talk (praise and degradation), teasing from both sides, oral (reader receiving), choking (Wooyoung receiving), manhandling, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink.
3. His Kitten - Stray Kids - Lee Know - Summary: When Chan’s girl invited you who knew you could get under his skin so well, only now it’s time for him to teach you what the consequences of your actions are.- Warnings: Mafia Au, guns, side character getting shot, cursing, alcohol, edging, organsm denial, overstim (suggested), gagging (with panties), dom/sub themes, brat taming themes, spanking (reader rec), oral (both rec), degradation, dirty talk, use of the name kitten.
4. Unwind - Pentagon - Kino - Summary: Hyunggu just wants to be the most loving boyfriend and take all your stress away. You’ll let him take care of you, won’t you? - Warnings: Stress, crying, slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, oral (reader receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe).
5. In My Snare - Ateez - Jongho - Summary: In a dystopian world where you’re just a little bit of a klutz and Jongho is something of a jam addict, but somehow that’s the perfect mix for love. - Warnings: Hunting, implied violence, cursing, traps, injuries, blood (not in sex, from injuries), Jongho is snarky, unprotected sex, soft/slight dom/sub themes, manhandling, dirty talk (pretty much just praise though), oral (Reader receiving), overstimulation, marking.
6. A Little Bit Of Magic - Seventeen - The8 - Summary: Working as Minghao's shop keep was both a blessing and curse, but when a little mix up happens with a recipe there's no going back to what you two were before. - Warnings: Cursing, magic, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex. Really this is rather soft and vanilla in terms of the sex.
7. Savory - Seventeen - Wonwoo - Summary: Wonwoo is there to comfort and remind you of things whenever the negative thoughts start to take hold, and he has every intention of showing you just how much he loves you. - Warnings: Food guilt, implied negative body image, fingering, lots of praise, unprotected sex.
8. Hands On Me - NCT - Johnny - Summary: You love Johnny's hands, but apparently he loves yours just as much. - Warnings: Quirofilia(hand kink), mutual masturbation, fingering, soft dom/sub themes, daddy kink, some manhandling, light spanking, dirty talk, cursing.
9. Deadly Duo - Seventeen - Demon! Mingyu - Summary: When you steal away a demon to make a deal with it ends up back firing on you, turns out he's more cunning than he lets on. - Warnings: Teasing, demon themes, incubus themes, aphrodisiac, dirty talk, cursing, a knife, kidnapping, life threatening, tricking/slight betrayal, fingering, oral, mentions of dry humping/grinding, big dick mingyu, unprotected sex.
10. Off Limits - Ateez - Hongjoong - Summary: Hongjoong was determined to teach you patience, only he should have known that you wouldn't learn today. - Warnings: Dom/Sub themes, sex toys, cursing, degradation, unprotected sex, mention of safe words, spanking, cursing.
11. Tracklist - Stray Kids - Jisung - Summary: Jisung sends you his completed tracklist at 3am hoping for input, only there was something unexpected on the list instead. - Warnings: Masturbation, audio sex, dirty talk, cursing, switch themes.
12. Down The Rabbit Hole - Seventeen - Jun - Summary: When you fell down into Wonderland the Hatter seems to be more than excited at your sudden arrival. - Warnings: Slight horror themes, slight possessive themes, use of the term Alice as like a title, claws mentioned, bondage, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, dollification, cursing, dirty talk.
13. Three For The Price Of One - Seventeen - Jeonghan, Joshua, DK - Summary: A week of diplomatic discussions between future rulers leads to life long friendships, and perhaps even more than that between the four kingdoms. - Warnings: Foursome, Somewhat implied virgin reader, oral (f! receiving, nipple play, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, light biting, dirty talk, some cockwarming themes, praise, cursing, alcohol.
14. Sweetest Treat - Woodz - Summary: You had a desire for a man out of your reach, at least until he reached out to you first. Still, from such different worlds could it really be so? - Warnings: Oral (reader rec), fingering, praise, lots of praise, unprotected sex.
15. Forbidden Fruit - Ateez - Yeosang - Summary: It's forbidden, but perhaps it tastes sweeter that way. - Warnings: 69, some manhandling, some strength kink, cum eating, unprotected sex, mentions for crying from pleasure, forbidden relationship.
16. Below The Surface - Stray Kids - Hyunjin
17. Think Twice - Stray Kids - Chan - Summary: You burst into his studio intent on giving him a mouthful only for you to get one instead. - Warnings: Slight dom/sub themes (if you squint), oral (m! receiving), cursing, use of term baby girl, use of term good girl, some dirty talk/scolding, mostly praise.
18. Deep - Stray Kids - Felix - Summary: His voice isn't all that's deep. - Warnings: Voice kink, cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, lack of foreplay, implied eating out.
19. Web - Pentagon - Yuto
20. Fey - Ateez - Mingi
21. Backstage - Ateez - Seonghwa - Summary: There's one foolproof way to resolve preshow jitters. - Warnings: Oral (seonghwa rec), face fucking, crying, drooling, semi-public sex, teasing, cum eating.
22. Mind - Pentagon - Hui
23. Vampire - NCT - Taeil
24. Temptations - Ateez - San - Summary: San isn't the jealous type and you're not the teasing type, tonight anyways. That doesn't mean he's able to resist temptation though. - Warnings: Spitting, cursing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex.
25. Degradation - Pentagon - Wooseok
26. Mouse - Ateez - Yunho
27. Dark Fantasy - Seventeen - Dino
28. Sour - Seventeen - Seungcheol
29. Heart - Stray Kids - Changbin
30. The Queen And Her Dragons - NCT - Yuta, Jeno, and Jaemin
31. Rule Breaking - Hanse
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You probably already got request for this one, but in case you haven’t: Spiked Punch 🔪 with DabiHawks, maybe reader rejected them so they spiked their drink at a Halloween party? A lil nsfw if that’s ok? Could be kissing or an actual smut scene, totally up to you 💕
♡ Spiked Punch ♡
(A/N: I didn’t end up making this NSFW so I hope that this is alright!!! I did add in some kissing though 💓💓 I honestly love Halloween so much, I’m very excited!!!)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, MAFIA AU, forced kissing, drugging, kidnapping, hinting NSFW (NON-CON), suggestive
Summary: Dabi and Keigo take you by spiking the punch you drink at a Halloween party (Yan!Dabi x Gn!reader x Yan!Hawks)
Halloween Event ➸ ♡
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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You weren’t really the biggest fan of parties. You loved Halloween but parties always made you nervous, there were just to many people. Your mind would race about how many things could go wrong. What if you end up just staying the corner? What if something happened to you and no one noticed because of how many people there were? What if you lost your friends? You would just rather be at home.
You stand in the corner of the room, looking around at everyone in their costumes. You sigh, taking another sip of your punch. One thing you will admit about this party, the punch was really good. You had lost your friend who forced you to come here, so now you just stayed by the wall trying not to become to stressed from how many people there were or how loud the music was.
You glance to the side, quickly turning back to looking at the floor at the sight of two men staring at you. They didn’t seem to be dressed up at all, only wearing suits. You take another sip of your punch. You can still feel them staring at you. You don’t glance over again, acting as if you didn’t notice them.
You glance down into your almost empty cup as you begin to feel a little woozy. Maybe there was alcohol in this and you just didn’t know? Your suspicions of there perhaps being alcohol in the punch doesn’t last long though, you’re not drunk. You’re drugged. You feel your legs become weak as you try to step forward to ask someone for help. But you fall.
You fall only to be caught by the two men who you were looking at you earlier. They don’t speak as they begin to drag you away. “No-” You weakly protest, although no one is able to hear you over the loud music. It seems no one can see what’s happening either as there are to many people.
“Calm down, sweetheart” Dabi mumbles, leaning close to your ear so you can hear him. You whimper and continue to try and to escape their grips. It’s not long before both men have you outside of the house, placing you into the back of a black sports car. Dabi pulls you into the back with him, Keigo going to the front seat to start driving. You are terrified but also completely confused as to what the hell us happening.
“Stop, stop-” you mumble, feebly trying to push Dabi away from you. Of course you aren’t able to get him off of you from how weak you are. “Don’t cry, we’re not gonna’ hurt you” Dabi says calmly, not bothering to gag you or anything to stop your cries. “We’re gonna take care of you” Keigo finishes, Dabi noticing how he takes the wrong turn.
“I though we decided not tonight” Dabi says, watching as Keigo pulls into an empty parking lot. Keigo stops the car before getting out, coming around to the other door on the other side of you. You, still crying, shiver at the cold air that hits your skin when Keigo opens the door. “I know but how could you resist when they look that cute” Keigo says.
“No-” you whisper, not being able to fight back when he pulls you into a kiss, not even realizing how he brings his hands up to your chest, gently squeezing. “Don’t wanna fuck em’ tonight though, it’s too soon” Keigo mumbles pulling away from your lips. Dabi catches on, bringing his hands around you, kissing your bare neck. They know the drug will knock you out soon so no harm in some touching.
“Just wanna feel them?” Dabi asks, Keigo nodding in response. “Yeah, we’ve waiting so long” Keigo says before continuing. “One more kiss then we can bring this birdy home” He says, giving another sweet kiss against your lips. He can taste the tears that roll down your face and onto your lips.
“Let’s go home now, hm?”
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
#yandere mafia au#yandere bnha#yandere dabi#yandere dabi x reader#yandere!dabi#yandere!dabi x reader#yandere hawks x reader#yandere!hawks#yandere hawks#yandere!keigo#yandere keigo#yandere takami keigo#yandere keigo x reader
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Farmer Rusty AU?
farmer rusty au.... FARMER RUSTY AU....
621 is new to the small rural village, his guardian walter having taken them there to get a fresh start, and also bc the clean air is good for 621's weak lungs (he has COPD or something). the community is friendly but tight knit, and when 621 is out exploring he bumps into rusty
rusty. in red/black plaid. sleeves rolled up. tanned from working out in the sun. slightly sweaty bc he's hauling idk a sack of potatos over his shoulder to take to the local farm shop. he's broad shouldered. he's handsome. and he's got that slight country drawl.
621 gets woozy just from being assaulted from too much farmer boy charm. rusty has to catch him. once 621 gets his feet under him he's so embarrassed he just runs away without answering rusty's concerned queries. he drops his wallet or smth in the confusion
cue rusty managing to hunt his home down (easy enough bc everyone's talking about the new people in town) to give him back his wallet. runs into walter instead who's like. hm.
(rusty walks away from that thinking walter is ex-mafia and that just makes the cute guy he ran into suddenly a thuosand times more tempting...)
CLUTCHES HEAD
THE BRAINWORMS!!! THEY'RE COMMUNING WITH ME!!!!! OUGH
#armored core ramblings#this would be cute tho#it'd be a reverse of coffee shop au#instead of 621 being the forward lustful one#it'd be rusty with his country boy charm making 621 swoon#walter ominously in the background......#flirting with danger there buddy
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FIC REC : SEVENTEEN
choi seungcheol (scoups)
yoon jeonghan (jeonghan)
hong jisoo (joshua)
moon juinhui (jun)
kwon soonyoung (hoshi)
jeon wonwoo (wonwoo) part 2
lee jihoon (woozi)
lee seokmin (dk)
xu minghao (the8)
kim mingyu (mingyu)
boo seungkwan (seungkwan)
chwe hansol (vernon)
lee chan (dino)
SEVENTEEN OT13
getting closer masterlist (serie finished, smut, angst, fluff, vampire!au)
the xperiments masterlist (serie finished, supernatural!au, angst mostly)
monster mash (serie finished, halloween!au, paranormal!au, smut, tons of differents versions of seventeen)
monster mash season 2 (serie finished, halloween!au, paranormal!au, smut, tons of differents versions of seventeen)
amortentia (ongoing serie, hogwarts!au, fluff, angst)
welcome to seventeen world (ongoing serie, CEO!au)
mafia seventeen (ongoing serie, smut, mafia!au)
imprinted (serie ongoing, werewolf!au, differents stories, smut, fluff, angst depending on the member)
tales from the pack (serie ongoing, werewolf!au, differents stories, smut, fluff, angst depending on the member)
the letter box (finished serie, fluff)
SVT HUBS hyung line maknae line
14 nights of halloween (mostly smut and horror, supernatural!au)
fear : an ode to your blood (dont have the link bc @msmadness99 deactivated if anyone knows if the fic is somewhere else PLEASE lmk) (vampire!au, smut, horror?)
getting closer (an ode sequel) (same thing as fear: an ode to your blood)
reaction
finding nude pola (smut, suggestive)
walking on you and them (smut)
Other bloggers masterlist/fic recs
sebuntease masterlist (mostly smut)
bbugyu headcanons/recs
#seventeen#smut#fluff#angst#masterlist#scoups#seungcheol#joshua#jeonghan#jun#woozi#hoshi#wonwoo#dk#the8#mingyu#vernon#seungkwan#dino#chan#seventeen fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt x oc#svt fanfic#svt imagines#svt fluff#svt smut#seventeen imagines#seventeen x harry potter
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LEEWONKYEOM MASTERLIST
all characters are never meant to reflect anybody in real life. please read them as faceclaims. this includes svt.
please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works
updated: may 25th 2023
CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.COUPS) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ imperfect love (tba)
smau, mafia au
seungcheol’s father is the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring. yn’s father is the lead detective on his case. when yn matches with seungcheol on tinder they both have no idea who the other is... or do they?
YOON JEONGHAN ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ bonnie and clyde
one shot smau, fluff
in which jeonghan is hoping someone will notice what he's plotting on twitter
JOSHUA HONG ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ tom and jerry
one shot smau, fluff
in which joshua keeps dropping painstakinly obvious hints on twitter
WEN JUNHUI ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ lucky
one-shot smau, university au, meet cute
after a meet cute with a perfect guy you're left with no name and no number, ergo: you have no way to find him again.
KWON SOONYOUNG (HOSHI) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
JEON WONWOO ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ light a flame
smau, university au, coffee shop au
when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.
your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?
LEE JIHOON (WOOZI) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
XU MINGHAO (THE8) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
KIM MINGYU ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ to the other side of greed
mini smau, secret relationship, idol au
a look into your life as the secret girlfriend of a member of the world famous group seventeen
↳ to the other side of envy (sequel)
mini smau, sequel, secret relationship, idol au
when a picture of mingyu and you gets released, your life gets turned upside down. can you and mingyu navigate this new environment together?
LEE SEOKMIN (DOKYEOM) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
BOO SEUNGKWAN ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
CHWE HANSOL (VERNON) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ none yet
LEE CHAN (DINO) ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
↳ bad idea
one shot smau, angst
seeing your ex behind your friends back, it's a bad idea, right?
#seventeen#svt#seventeen x reader#seventeen smau#svt smau#scoups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#the8#minghao#mingyu#dk#dokyeom#seungkwan#vernon#dino
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the junk drawer
(short written works that don’t make it to my masterlist, doesn’t include little au text posts) * fics >1k words in length are bolded, all are <2k give or take
not requested
messy drunk hoshi
vampire shua
seungcheol proposal
werewolf coups 1
werewolf coups 2
hockey coups
wedding planner woozi (actually 2k+)
7pm with coups
seungcheol reality show
dino meet cute/meet weird/meet stupid
mingyu in a zombie apocalypse
requested
xianxia au minghao
seungcheol mafia au
bf wonwoo
ballet au soonyoung
secret agent shua
xianxia minghao again
goofy roommate hoshi
ex vernon
seungcheol mafia au
woozi fluff
jeonghan modern royalty au
neighbor wonwoo + cat
mingyu w/ magic
unhinged evil jeonghan
abandoned wips
modern royalty prince coups (3k+, maybe 20-30% done)
horror xianxia xmh (4k, 80% done)
urban fantasy vampire au and royalty au and convenience store au w verno (3.8k, 25% done)
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Deception
Mafia! Jun
Jun gets a unsettling feeling in his gut. Was he worrying for nothing? Or was karma finally getting him back.
This is a part 2 to “I Flower You”
Life has been good for Jun for these last 6 months. He got his sweet girlfriend by his side, no one threatening Seventeen, and he even got promoted at Highlight from businessman to company representative. He’s gotta use the manipulation skills to better benefit the family. The love of his life was still not questioning why he buys so many flowers but she did question why he goes out so late at night. He brushes it off with a “oh just distributing some assets to our clients, nothing too special bao.” But Jun would take her to the office building late at night so he could prove a point. That point being that it’s just late night business. Of course he wouldn’t take her when it’s serious business. He was doing a good job hiding what he does.
But he couldn’t help but feel this unsettling feeling in his gut these past few days. Maybe this will be his demise? So the past few days he’s been giving extra kisses and extra I love you’s to Y/n. If he goes, then at least the one thing he treasures will know how much he loved her.
. . .
“Junnie, let’s gooooo” Y/n as she pulled him towards the door.
“Just a second baobao, I need make this gift is perfect.”
“You have been looking at the same patterned shirt with different colors for the last 30 minutes.”
“I need to invision him wearing it.”
“Who is this for? They must be someone real important for you to be staring for that long.”
“The same person you’re meeting Saturday”
“Oh, what was his name? S. . Sen. . Ah Seungcheol!”
“Yes you’re right” he chuckled.
“He’s your friend right?”
“He may be my friend but he’s also my boss. Gotta be professional.”
. . .
Saturday rolled around and they were getting ready to meet at Seungchol’s house. His wife already called three times asking why they’re so late.
“Jun, hurry up. He’s just your friend why are you being so nervous?”
“Beibei I told you, he may be my friend but he’s still my boss. And I’m making the two most important people in my life meet, of course I’m nervous.”
“Honey, it’ll be fine. I’m also nervous. I know how much you look up to Seungcheol-ssi”
He put his forehead against hers said whispered “I just don’t want anything to wrong.”
“Nothing will.” She whispered.
He pulled away and he cleared his throat. Jun gave a soft smile as he held her hand.
“Let’s go bao.”
. . .
They pulled up in front of the large gate. Behind the gate was a huge mansion. “Woah! Jun you didn’t tell me he was this rich.”
He simply chuckled as the guard gave the thumbs up to drive in. He parked and went to the passenger side to open her door. “Jun I can’t go in.” She said as she clutched onto the seatbelt. Jun was confused.
“I should’ve know he’d be this rich being one of CEO’s. And I especially should’ve know when I seen your penthouse. I don’t think I fit this lifestyle. I’m so nervous. I can’t.” Y/n said as looked away from Jun. “Take me home, Jun.”
“You told me not to be worried anything and now you’re worried about hyung being rich. I told you about him. He’s very friendly. He’s like an older brother I’ve never had. He’ll never make you feel bad. Don’t be scared.” He said softly. “Trust me, bao. He may seem scary but he only wants the best for his 12 younger brother. Don’t be intimidated.” Y/n looked up at him.
“Okay, I’ll try not to be”
He smiled as he unbuckle her seatbelt and helped her up. Jun gave peck to her lips. “No matter what beibei, you’ll always be mine.” He smirked. They both finally walked to the front door and walked in.
“Finally the two lovebirds are here” A man greeted them with a bright smile.
“Y/n this is Seokmin, Seokmin this is Y/n.” Jun said as he gave space to let her shake his hand.
“Please to finally meet you. He wouldn’t stop gushing about you for almost a year straight.” Seokmin said as he shook her hands.
“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you as well”
“Hope it’s all good talk”
Y/n smiled as Jun lead her around and getting her to meet every one, even Seuncheol’s wife.
“And that’s all of us.” Soonyoung said.
“But. . . Uh” Y/n said softly.
“But what dear” Seungcheol’s wife said with a soft smile.
“Uh, where is Seungcheol-ssi?”
“Oh” His wife chuckled.
“He’s here, he’s added finishing touches to dinner. Would you like to meet him?”
“Umm from the picture that are hanging on walls, he seems scary.”
Everyone laughed at her innocent comment.
“He’s a real softie when you get to know him. Here, come with me. We’ll meet him in the kitchen.”
“Um Jun are you not com-“
“Don’t worry about him. Let’s go meet the man himself.”
“O-okay”
They walked towards the kitchen and there he stood, with his Hello Kitty apron.
“Yeobo, this is Jun’s girlfriend. She’s a little nervous too meet you. Be nice to her while I go set the table.”
And with that she left, leaving her with him. Even being in his presence was scary.
Her cheeks were flushed red with how nervous she was.
“Um . . I-I’m Par-rk Y-Y/n. Nice to m-meet you.”
He chuckled at how flustered and nervous she was being. He ruffled her hair and said “I’m Seungcheol but you already know that. I promise I may look mean, but I care for my younger brothers and now my younger sisters. You know.”
“Wait, you’re not going to interview everything about me and intimidate me into leaving Jun?!”
He laughed as he ruffled her hair again. “You’re so cute! But I don’t do that. I can see through people and I can tell you’re a tender and caring person. You mean no harm to Jun.” He gave a soft smile and said to her “Welcome to the family, Park Y/n.” And pulled her in for a hug. “You know I’ve been wanting a new younger sister for a while now.” She laughed softly at that. His wife came in at that exact moment and saw the wonderful site. She quckily ran to the living room and pull Jun towards the kitchen. “Look at this Junnie.” Pride bloomed in his chest as he saw them hugging and getting along. Maybe he worried for nothing.
. . .
Hours passed and now it was nearing midnight. They boys were getting a little too drunk and were messing around. The ladies were already beyond drunk, especially Soonyoung’s fiancé. She was speaking gibberish and wobbling around. Y/n quietly chuckled at her shenanigans. She hadn’t drunk all night and had the pleasure of watching everyone be silly. Jun was a little buzzed but still conscious in his thoughts.
“I think we should head home.” Y/n said as she got up. “YoOoU” Soonyoung’s wife hiccups. “YoOu’Re SoOo LuCkY. yOoUr InNoCeNtS iS hErE. I wAn mInE BaCk.” She whined.
“I think you should rest unnie. You had a little too much to drink.” Y/n said as she tried to help her lay down.
“nO! dO yOu KnOw wHat yOu GoT yOuRsElF iNtO? Huh?!”
Y/n started to feel uncomfortable. What was she on about? She opened her mouth to speak but Soonyoung’s fiancé beat her to it. “He’s in the mafia. All of our lovers are. They are Seventeen. I thought since he brought you here, you’d know, but you don’t.” She pouted. “I want to go back to when I didn’t know what Soonyoung did. Now I constantly stress about him and others around us. It’s soooo scary.” She continued.
But Y/n heard enough. He lied to her? She should’ve known. It’s obvious as to why he bought so many flowers. To pluck out information. She was unintentionally helping a criminal. She was now sick to her stomach. The last 16 months were her fantasizing about one of the most wanted man and she had no clue. She should’ve trusted her gut that day. She shouldn’t have confronted him. She should’ve acted like she knew nothing and act indifferent to the news. Why did she have to believe him so blindly? She needs to leave before she falls in even more deep. He betrayed her and now her own life could be in dangerous.
Her head whipped up to meet his. There was utter silence in Seungcheol’s enormous living room. She was shaking in fear as she looked around. All 13 of them were dangerous men of Asia and here they were drinking away like it was nothing. Y/n’s breathing quickly became irregular as she couldn’t think right. All she wanted was to be far way from Jun. And so finally her fight or flight finally kicked in and she bolted for the door. Jun quickly followed behind her as she ran across the driveway and onto the road. Jun lost track of her for a good 3 minutes. She was small but boy was she mighty. She was able to outrun and now was out of sight. That was until Jun heard small tip taps from the other street. He ran towards the other street and was able to catch up. Y/n was face to face with Jun and felt the fear take over her.
. . .
She woke up in her shared room. Y/n shot up and noticed she was in her pajamas. She jumped up from the bed and went to the kitchen. There she saw Jun and her blood ran cold. She couldn’t move, frozen in fear.
“Are you alright bao? You were whimpering in your sleep. I tried waking you but you weren’t responding,so I came to grab water to sprinkle on your face.” Jun said calmingly as he moved towards. She quickly walked away firm and yelled out “S-Stay a-away fro-om me-e” she stuttered out. Jun looked confused. “Are you okay? I know you were having a nightmare. Talk to me please.” He pleaded as he tried taking her hand. She flinched back, “You are in the mafia. You lied to me. I can’t believe I didn’t trust my gut. I was to blind to see past you.” She cried. “I told you I work at Highlight and I even showed you my coworkers. Bao, you even came to my promotional party. It would be impossible to be a business man and in the mafia. Why are you so scared.” She looked at him in disbelief. Was he really lying after what took place at his boss’s house. She was shaking out of fear again. “Ài ren, are you feeling okay? I’ve been worried for you. We even had to cancel plans to go to hyung’s house. You didn’t look good at all when I came back.” He said as he gently lifted her face, brushing the stray hairs behind her ear.
Now she was confused. “Wha. . We were just at their house. What are you talking about?”
“Bao, we made plans to go to their house Sunday, which is today.”
“N-no you said Saturday, I even wrote on the fridge’s calendar. Don’t lie to me.”
He sighed before pinching his the top of his nose bridge. “Go look at the fridge then.”
She made her way there and written in her writing “Dinner at Seungcheol-ssi’s house” under Sunday.
“How? I-I remember w-writing it on Saturday.”
“Beibei, I think you need rest. Let’s go to bed it’s already 11:30.”
He leads her back to bed and climbs in with her. She faced away from him. There was silence looming over them. Tears continuously streamed out. Y/n was confused and lost on what to think. But that got her thinking. He never would go act suspicious when phone calls came. He talked very professionally on the phone and no words would be out of place. Jun even took her to his office building late at night when clients would call.
Oh god.
She accused him of something based on her dream. Y/n quickly turned around and hugs him close and cries even more. He only held on. “I’m sorry for accusing like that. I’m just so scared and the dream felt so real and it was awful.” He shushed her and continued to rub her back, comforting her. “It’s okay, everything will be okay.”
She fell back asleep as Jun assured her that he wasn’t mad. Jun caressed her puffy face and gave a loving kiss on her forehead. Thank goodness she believed him. That was an agonizing fours hours trying to get everything sorted, making a foolproof plan to not let these 16 months go to waste.
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That was until Jun heard small tip taps from the other street. He ran towards the other street and was able to catch up. Y/n was face to face with Jun and felt the fear take over her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. Then he quickly hit a nerve on her shoulder which caused her to pass out. She fell into his arms and he picked her up bridal style. Jun made it back to S.coups’ house and by the looks of it, the boys sobered up real quick. All the ladies made their way upstairs, probably too drunk comprehend anything. But Soonyoung’s fiancé came towards him crying, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say anything, I was so drunk. I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine. You were drunk, just be cautious next time.” He said, assuring her that it was an accident.
“Hyung what should I do? I don’t want her to leave. I really love her.” Jun said looking up to Seungcheol.
“Just explain it to her, she maybe mad but she’ll come around.” Jeonghan cut in.
“The difference between your girlfriend and mine is that she’s been with you for three fucking years. Of course she’s not going to leave you. We’ve been together for only six months. It wouldn’t matter to her if she left this relationship.”
Seungcheol sighed as he went into thinking. “Okay what you’re going to do is go back home and get her dressed back into her pajamas. Then make her believe that the dinner party is on Sunday instead of Saturday. Act like you had to cancel because she didn’t look well.” Jun nodded as he was formulating on what to say when she wakes up.
“Well since you hit her nerve in her shoulder, I’m assuming she’ll be up in an hour, so Shua will give you some sleeping medicine to feed her and she should be up around 8 pm Sunday. Alright?”
Jun nodded. He made it to the car and gently buckled her in. He was nervous for the first time in a while. He did this plenty of times with other people but this was the love of his life on the line, making her believe that he’s not what he is. Her sweet laugh lingered in his head as the nervousness slowly left him. That is what he was fighting for.
. . .
Jun stared at her innocent face. She went a full 16 months without knowing before yesterday night. Now he knows to be extra cautious with certain things. He can’t let her leave, this is something he’ll have to work around. She doesn’t have to know and she’ll never know. He’s going to make sure. He’ll fight hell and back just for her to have a peace of mind.
Jun was not the kind to nervous but this was another level. This is not the end of the story. They’ll continue to write on until there’s nothing left to say. Jun wanted this fairytale to continue and he will make continue no matter what.
“Like I said beibei, you’ll always be mine”
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SEVENTEEN
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