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[luxora]

EXO -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant

Requested: Yes

Group: EXO

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warnings: Swearing. Weapons. References to bad childhoods. Kidnapping.

Xiumin

Sleep never did come easily to Minseok because of the various consequences for all the blood that he had on his hands. Being a man in a powerful position such as his came with a price, and that price was that his head on a platter was the desired gift for his enemies, especially since he has wrong them so many times. Therefore he never found the peace that came with sleep, which is why he was always on the go because of his inability of finding some kind of uninterrupted bliss.

But of course after yo became involved in his life, that changed. Suddenly Minseok was able to get things in life which didn’t involve in killing someone or paying an overwhelming amount for it. Instead, it just naturally came to him. Perhaps it was because you always wanted to be snuggled from behind when you lay in the bed, or that you liked to listen to his heartbeat after a particularly hard day at work, but either way Minseok found himself getting lulled into an unconscious bliss by listening to your steady breaths as you slept beside him. And for probably the first time, he found some kind of peace.

He is a creature of habit, hence why when you were not in bed with him, he was unable to fall asleep because he was so used to cradling you in his arms, being his warm body which just kept him cemented in sleepy bliss. Which leads to the slight problem of him immediately waking up whenever he didn’t feel your body pressed against his or your very presence in the bed. When he felt you no longer in the bed with him, his eyelids fluttered open and his shot up in the bed in alarm when he heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.

The connecting bathroom to his bedroom was on and he no doubt could distinguish your voice through the retching noises, which prompted him to hastily leave the bed and hurry over, pushing opening the door to find you in the kneeling position, holding yourself over the toilet as you emptied out your stomach contents. He immediately stepped towards your in concern.

“Y/N?” He called out, walking over until he was right behind you. You looked over your shoulder and opened your mouth to say something before whirling back to empty out your stomach once again. Minseok immediately kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, holding it together with one hand while pressing a comforting hand against your back while he waited for you to finish. He waited for a few moments before speaking. “Is everything okay?”

“Not...really.” You breathed, leaning your forehead against your hand as you felt nausea circle through your entire body, the taste of bile still present in your mouth. Minseok pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

“Should I call in a doctor? Is it something you ate?“ He asked, thinking back on the dinner which the two of you had last night. He did not think that anything was wrong with it, but something was upsetting your stomach and he could not think of anything else which could cause it, unless you were coming down on something. You shook your head.

“No...I kind of have an idea of what caused it.” you said, tearing some toilet paper away from the roll and wiping your mouth with it before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You turned around to face Minseok, him looking at you with a steady look as he waited for a further explanation, making you swallow nervously which did not go unnoticed.

“Y/N?” He called out, his hand comfortingly resting on your hip while his other hand reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, making you smile slightly at his soft touch. You lifted your hand to grab his, bringing it down to rest on your thigh before you looked at him directly in the eye.

“Minseok...I’m pregnant.”

“...”

Being part of the mafia worlds usually comes with the understanding to expected the unexpected, which Minseok was very good with, but with you suddenly say that you pregnant, he definitely did not expect that. He just stared at you slack jawed, his eyes trying to detect any soft of deception in yours but he could find none, and then he glanced at your stomach which was still quite flat.

“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, eyes now fixed on your stomach as the news began to circulate in his head. You nodded and took the his hand to press it over your stomach, covering it with your own.

“Yes. Pregnant.”

While he didn’t know if he should be feeling anything yet, Minseok just slightly pressed his hand a bit more into your stomach, staring at it intensely before finally glancing back at your eyes, seeing you looking at him with nervous expectation as you waited for his final reaction to the news. But he was still rather stunned and he was now imagining the idea of him holding a young baby, one which had his eyes and your nose, or maybe your hair and your lips, along with his eyebrows or chin. His lips then slowly quirked upwards into a small smile.

“Okay.” He said, not really feeling the need to say anything else as his smile increased slightly as he looked back at your barely and gently rubbed his fingers against it. “Okay.”

Suho

There was always a constant danger to your life because of your connection to Junmyeon, as the wife of a mafia boss was most often the only weakness which enemies could exploit in their type of business. So when an all out war had begun between Jungmyeon’s gang and the Bangtan Sonyeondan gang, Junmyeon had to make sure that he kept you out of the line of fire, hence why he decided to have you sent away for a while to limit the risk of you being in danger.

However with you being his wife, you hardly made it easy for him and made sure to remind him of how stupid that you believed that he was being as you wanted to remain by his side despite the danger that it possessed. But he would hear none of it and ensured that you were sent to another country with the needed protection to make sure that you remained safe, with you protesting about it the entire time.

But despite of his persistent inclinations to keep you away safe, he still missed you. It was only natural, you were his wife and before the day you legally became his because of law, he always craved your attention, marrying you was just the extra icing on the cake. He was half-tempted to bring you back just so he could have your presence again but he knew better than to do that. Your safety came first above anything else, even above his own desires to have you back with him, so he relented in order to ensure that no harm came to you.

But then the phone call came, and everything came to a standstill.

“What did you say?” He said, his grip on his phone shaking as he stood frozen on the spot, about to head into a meeting with the rest of his members to discuss the next stage of planning. He heard some rustling on your side before you sighed and repeated what you said.

“I’m pregnant.”

You had been sent away not too long ago, about a month or so, and doing the math is his head, Junmyeon knew that it was his. But now with the war going on, just how the hell was he supposed to keep his head on straight to keep his gang alive and with the winning hand that he has over his enemy. His knees shook as they suddenly lost their strength and he slumped against the wall to support himself from collapsing completely.

“...Dammit Y/N.” He cursed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it insistently. He heard you scoff.

“Oh so sorry it is not the news you wanted to hear, especially given the precarious time that your precious gang is in.”

Sarcasm was often something you went to when you were upset about something, and given his reaction to the news and the situation he has put you in, he did not blame you for being upset, but his mind and heart were working in two different directions at the moment and he wasn’t thinking straight.

“Now is not a good time.”

“Oh, would you like me to get a refund then? Go back in time and make sure that we didn’t say goodbye in an oh so passionate way? Of course darling, anything for you.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Y/N me. The fact that the only thing you have said that now is not a good time to have a baby is more than enough to tell me what you think of this, of what you think of me.” He heard your voice crack at the end, a clear sign that you emotions were starting to break through the surface and an ice cold flush of dread washed over him as he listened to you.

“Y/N, that is not what-”

“No, let me leave you be. I’m guessing you are about to go to a meeting now? Have fun while I stay here pregnant without my husband knowing that he isn’t happy about this.”

You hung up before he could say anything else, and the second he heard the sound he knew that he fucked up. Junmyeon all but threw his phone to the floor before sliding down to it, covering his face as he cursed under his breath while his mind was whirling about his thoughts while his heart was only increasing his need to have you in his arms.

“Dammit...fucking dammit!” He cursed, angrily kicking his legs before he slumped his head back against the wall, his teeth gritted tightly while he continued to curse. “Damn it all.”

The news was just sprung on him so suddenly, he didn’t know what to think or feel, the timing was just not good. He knew that you would not do anything rash, especially now considering the news you just told him, but he always know he had fucked up badly with you. He needed to make it up to you...as well as maintain his gang through this stupid war.

Lay

The knife which Yixing was using to make dinner for the two of you fell out of his hands, food the last thing on his mind as he turned to look at you in shock, your body standing in the kitchen doorway with the pregnancy stick in your hands which gave you the answer that you were expecting to explain the reason of why you were late.

“What?” Yixing, still staring at you in shock even though he had heard your words so clearly. You swallowed before repeating yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

Yixing leaned heavily on the counter, his chest feeling tight with mixed emotions while he tried to support himself both mind and body at the news. Pregnant? You? Just the thought of you carrying a baby, his baby, it was just...something he hadn’t considered before. He never really thought about his future with you, or rather the promises of a future with you. He knew that he was going to keep you in his life, you were his in every single way just as he was yours, but a baby...he never considered having a baby.

Now with the knowledge that you were carrying a part of him in your belly, a part of him which he had helped create, it just...changed things somehow. Even though Yixing had a relatively clear direction of his life, especially given his talents to his gang, suddenly things just began to sharp around him and the clearest thing which was the primary focus in everything was you. You were were the beginning and the last all of a sudden. He loves his gang, he is loyal to his gang, but now his priorities have shifted, his entire plans have shifted.

He moved away from the counter and walked to you, a steady look in his eyes as he stood in front of you and took the pregnancy stick from your hands to look at it. Two lines. A positive. A symbol of the type of future that he was going to have with you.

He felt the intensity of your eyes on him, waiting for his further reaction as he has not said anything else to you since your announcement. It was still the very early stages of the pregnancy, the baby hardly the size of a bean and yet it was growing in your belly, and Yixing was the father. Obviously neither you nor him discussed the future beyond than the two of you remaining together, but now it seemed life just tossed the two of you a massive curve ball that neither of you could dodge or hit back.

You were pregnant with Yixing’s baby, the baby of a mafia boss, and you can only imagine what kind of dangers which will pose to it, especially given Yixing’s reputation in the mafia world.

“Marry me.”

Yixing watched as your head shot up in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, but he kept his face composed as he continued to look you with steady determination.

“What?” You said, this time being the one taken aback from words.

“Marry me.” Yixing repeated, not bothering to ask you for it because he knew that was what he wanted and he has always been one that always gets what he wants, including you.

“Yixing-”

“We’re going to get married, and we are going to be parents. Might as well do it right.”

Yixing never did properly plan for his future with you, content with his life now, but now with the knowledge that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew everything which he needed to know and what he needed to do. You and his baby were the first ones in his life now, his gang second. While he heard that men often become soft after families, he never considered he would be one of them. But he didn’t care what others thought.

He was going to be a husband and father, and he was going to be damn sure to make everything safe and perfect for his family.

Baekhyun

The silence was deafening in Baekhyun’s office as you stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously twisting together as you waited for his reaction, Baekhyun not moving his gaze from the paper work which he doing before you had come him with the insistent need to discuss something with him. While he wanted to wait until he returned home, you simply could not wait, which resulted in you blurting out the fact that you were...well...

“Pregnant.” Baekhyun repeated slowly, as if he was testing the word out on his tongue, and judging from the scowl on his lips, he did not like it. He finally looked from his paper work and stared hard at you, his lips fixed in a deep scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “How certain are you?”

You were unsure on how to react from his steely look, and nervously looked down at your feet to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, fingers twisting with each other once again as your nerves continued to increase. “I took the test this morning, and I am late this month so-”

“So you have not gone to a hospital yet to make sure?” Baekhyun asked, or rather stated as he continued to give you a hard look. You swallowed nervously but shook your head, making Baekhyun continue to stare at you for a few moments before finally looking away, freeing you from his gaze before he started to tidy his desk and stand up from it.

“What are you-”

“I want to personally oversee if you truly are pregnant. We are going to the hospital.”

Baekhyun picked up his jacket that was hanging over his chair before walking over to you, taking your hand in his before leading you out his office and down the corridor to head towards the parking lot of his headquarters, you staring at him in confusion and shock the entire time. When the two of you eventually got to the car, he opened the passenger side for you as usual before getting into the driver’s seat and taking off in the direction of the closest hospital.

But while it would seem that it would perhaps be a good thing that Baekhyun was personally taking you to the hospital to be certain about your pregnant, his death grip on the steering wheel and the tightness of his jaw told you another story. You subconsciously covered your stomach with your hands as you continued to look at his profile.

“Baekhyun.” You called out, him humming in response to let you know that he was listening. You nervously licked your lips. “Are you...happy about me being possibly pregnant?”

You waited for his answer, hoping for him to give it to your straight away, but instead Baekhyun remained silent. His grip on the steering wheel impossibly tightened even more and this time you are a glaring glint in his eyes as his jaw muscles twitched as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly parking the car and turning off the engine before finally turning to you to give you an answer.

“No.”

And just like a bullet, a hole was shot through your chest with the direct answer. Even when Baekhyun unbuckled your seat belt for you and got out of the car to walk to your side and help you out of the seat, the effect of his answer had shook your entire core. His hand on your lower back that insistently guided you into the hospital was no longer comforting like a lover, but rather like a jailer leading a prisoner to death row.

“Baekhyun-”

“Once the doctor confirms your status, we will do whatever is necessary.”

His tone was cold and controlled, and you did not feel any warmth from him at all, not like you usually did. Your hands now protectively covered your stomach while you stared at him like he was some kind of stranger but Baekhyun shrugged it off as he lead you into the hospital.

He was not going to bring a child into this world, not a child that was connected to him in any kind of way. He was not going to lose you to some subdivision of himself, he refused. And you were going to see that eventually when the two of you find out the true status of your supposed pregnancy. He was not going to let another him come into this world only to take you away from him.

Chen

Jongdae was a complex man, never one to reveal his emotions to others because once one knew the intentions of another, they would figure out a way to try manipulate the outcome, which is why Jongdae always kept his thoughts and emotions to himself. And when he become involved with you, he remained an enigma because of his habit of being closely guarded, and that was due to the type of environment he was forced into from a young age.

However he was not an uncaring man, he just had a cool composure. He did care for you, you knew that he did. He was a constant presence in your life which made sure that you were cared for an loved. When he kissed you, he filled you with warmth, and the way he held you at night with your back pressed tightly against his bare chest, he made you feel protected. Even though he found it difficult to open up, he made sure that you knew that he cared for you, that he loved you, even though he did not really say it with words.

But today was the first time that you saw his composed mask crack. His jaw muscle twitched and you watched as his mask piece by piece began to crack as he stared down at the pregnancy stick which you had given him, with two red stripes staring up at him while he sat on the bed with you standing in front of him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Jongdae usually viewed emotions as a weakness, especially given how the feeling of vulnerability made him feel sick to his stomach as in the past he learnt very quickly and harshly that emotions could lead to one’s death, especially with the wrong company. But staring down at his future with you, with the promise that there was a life with you which he had helped to create, it just made him feel so many things.

Fear, worry, concern, nervousness, but most of all...joy.

Joy and hope, those were the dominant feelings that he had boiling up in his chest and when he finally looked up to lock eyes with you, his love for you just came pouring out of him that he did not even realize that he was on his feet until he was swallowing your gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close to him. He pulled away just so he could rest his forehead against yours, still clutching the pregnancy stick tightly in his hand as he stared at you.

“You complete me.” He uttered, the intense emotion behind it nearly knocking you off your feet.

He then hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing you to death with how tight he was hugging you. You felt his body trembling slightly and when you opened your moth to say something, you heard the most abnormal sound coming from your usually stoic lover.

A sniffle.

For the first time in a long time, Jongdae allowed himself to cry. But not because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming amount of joy that he was feeling right now. He was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to have a family. The very idea of having a family of his own just filled him with so much joy that he just couldn’t help but cry in relief and in happiness.

While he did not usually say how much he loved you, the way he was breaking up in your arms told you just how much he did. He never broke open in front of anyone, not even in front of his own gang members, so that fact that he was giving you this sole opportunity to see him vulnerable, you treasured it, Because Jongdae was overjoyed that he was going to have a child with you, and that the two of you were going to be the part of something great.

“Thank you Y/N...thank you.”

He meant it. He truly meant it. He loved you and he was grateful to you. You have given him so much more meaning to his life. And he was not going to waste a single moment of it.

“Thank you for everything.”

Chanyeol

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

Each time that Chanyeol cursed, a bullet was shot into one of the training targets until it was littered with holes. Chanyeol cursed loudly as he empty yet another cartridge of bullets, making him throw it across the room while he stormed over the table to grab yet another gun, only to be stopped with a hand on the shoulder.

“Cool it Chanyeol, you don’t want to blow the whole place up.” Chanyeol roughly swiped the hand off him.

“I’m dealing with guns, not fucking bombs.” Chanyeol growled at Junmyeon, shoving him away from him while he began to put together the next gun he was going to use. Junmyeon sighed.

“It is not bad news, I don’t understand why you are reacting this way.” Chanyeol whirled around to glare at his boss, teeth gritted tightly together while fury burned in his eyes.

“If you had a life like me, you would understand why I hate this so much.” He growled before storming back to the line to shoot at the two target which had been brought out.

Chanyeol did not grow up easy, it being one of the reasons of why he became involved in the mafia world in the first place. Getting abandoned by some deadbeat parents, Chanyeol had moved from foster home to foster home before eventually taking off into the streets where he learned how to survive on his own. He suffered a lot growing up, especially by the hands of adults who were poisonous and vile, that just remembering them made Chanyeol sick to his gut. He has seen the worst in the people, and he hates to think back on where he had come from because it just reminds him of how wretched this world really is.

“She hasn’t even told you yet.”

“I saved her the fucking trouble.” Chanyeol snapped, emptying yet another cartridge in his furious shooting.

 When you had told him that morning that you had a few appointments that afternoon, he was suspicious because of how weird you were acting. So he had one of his men follow you around while he worked with his gang, and it was from the one phone call from his subordinate that his past life came back alive and kicking at him with furious blows. The fact that he was bringing another being into this sick world, it just infuriated him.

“She’s pregnant Chanyeol. Its a good thing-”

“It’s not a fucking good thing!” Chanyeol screamed before slamming the gun down and whirling aorund to look at his leader, eyes blazing in fury while he practically snarled like an animal. “I don’t want a fucking kid, I don’t want to contribute to this fucked up world and all of its poison! I don’t fucking want it!”

“Chanyeol-”

“If I have to cut open her belly myself then I will do it! I won’t let Y/N bring in some lowlife little shit in this world if it is the last thing I do! I’m not having a kid and that’s the fucking end of it!”

“...Is that so?” A soft but lethal voice called out, making Chanyeol whirl around to the entrance of the shooting range to see the murderous sight of you.

You stood at the doorway in a dress, looking beautiful as ever, but your eyes were murderous and you instinctively had a hand covering your stomach while you held a box in your other hand. You glanced at Junmyeon who had noticed your presence long before Chanyeol did and then back to him, your lips fixed in a permanent scowl. 

“Well since you have made you intentions clear, I will be on my way.”

You dropped the box to the floor and stormed out the door, prompting Chanyeol to immediately give chase as no matter how he was feeling right now, he could not let you walk away from him. Not now, not ever.

D.O.

Kyungsoo had been away for five months for a mission, something he hated because it meant that he was away from you, but it was something that he had to do because it was important for his gang to make sure that the mission was a success. And of course you were unable to contact him during those three months because he could not afford any distractions that could disrupt him from his mission in the annihilation of his gang’s foreign rivals, nor give any indication that he had a weakness that could be used against him.

He was well assured though that you were taken care of, his gang watching over you during his absence. However when he finally returned, they did not bother to tell him about your bodily status, especially he was going to find out soon enough when the two of you were going to reunite.

When he finally arrived home and laid his eyes on you as you were in the kitchen, he breathed out your name before hurrying towards you, sweeping you into a hug which you readily returned as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. But as he did the same thing to you, he noticed a slight difference to your body, or rather felt it as he tried to pull you closer to him as he missed the feeling of your body against his.

There almost felt like...a barrier of space.

Kyungsoo slowly pulled away to look at you and his eyes all but bulged out when he noticed the slight belly which you had, quite different from the relatively flat belly you had before he had left. He glanced back to look at your eyes and this time he saw that you were waiting for him with patient excitement as you smiled at him while your hands rested on his arms, not wanting him to let go for even a second. Kyungsoo’s lips parted as he glanced at your belly again and then back at you.

“Are you...”

You nodded, a smile crawling on your face while shock dawn on Kyungsoo’s face. He stared at your belly again, it still being quite subtle but enough to tell him the truth. You were pregnant. Pregnant with his baby.

...

..

.

And his gang didn’t tell him a single thing about it.

Anger immediately flared up in Kyungsoo as he stepped away, determined to storm back to headquarters where he was going to fire bullets straight into the foreheads of his members because how dare they keep such an important thing from him. You were pregnant with his baby! Why the fuck would they not tell him about something as important as that? He was going to kill them, he really was going to kill them.

“Kyungsoo don’t!” You exclaimed, hugging him from behind and pressing himself against you as best as you could. “Don’t be mad at them!”

“You were pregnant and they didn’t tell me! I will fucking kill them!”

“You were on a mission love.”

“Mission be damned! I should have been here!”

“But you are now.” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck before reaching for one of his hands bringing it to your stomach so that he may feel it.

While the baby wasn't’ kicking yet, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but freeze at the feeling of your pregnant belly, making him turn to stare at it in astonishment while you covered his hand with your own to keep it there. He was furious with his gang for keeping this from him, but now...he was here. Here with you with his hand on your belly, hoping to feel some kind of movement from the life he helped create.

“...”

He didn’t say a word as he continued to feel your stomach, which prompted you to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer and to press a kiss to your lips before whispering against them.

“You’re here now.”

And he was never going to leave again. Not now, not ever.

Kai

While Jongin adored you, he did not marry you for your cooking. Despite your attempts to try prepare meals for him, they always did end up in failure, not that he minded since he did have a professional cook permanently hired in order to prepare food for the two of you every day. But when he had returned home, instead of the glorious smell of Miss Choi’s cooking, he instead smelt smoke and that immediately told him that you had dismissed Miss Choi for the day to cook for yourself.

You were incredibly determined, which was one of the things which he did marry you for.

Just the sight of you made Jongin smile as he stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as you cursed loudly as you opened the oven and a small trail of smoke snuck out from the gap which made you curse even more and actually hit the oven as you closed it.

“What did the poor oven do to you?”

You jumped when you heard Jongin’s voice, making him chuckle as he walked into the kitchen and gather you into his arms as he greeted you with a kiss. You pulled away from him with flushed cheeks.

“Y-You’re home early.”

“I wanted to come home to my wife, is that a crime?” He teased, knowing that you will quip him about being a gang leader and so he is always performing some sort of illegal act. But instead you said nothing, glancing at the oven while biting your bottom lip with nervous contemplation. He cocked his head. “Something wrong?”

“Not...exactly. I just thought...that I would have had it ready by when you came home. Clearly not.” You sighed, unwinding your arms from around him before rubbing your eyes in frustration. Jongin immediately looked at you in concern.

“What do you mean?” You sighed before looking at him, no longer biting your lip but still looking nervous nonetheless.

“Just look in the oven. It will tell you.” You said, making Jongin look at you in confusion before looking at the oven.

Deciding that perhaps it was wise for him to do what you said, Jongin walked to the oven and opened it, leaning away as a bit of smoke escaped the cavern and to reveal a brunt bun on a baking tray. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at you with an unsure looking.

“Did you try a new recipe or something?” He asked, which made you gape at him. 

“No I...no!” You exclaimed, making him jump slightly from the volume of your voice. Jongin looked back at the bun, eyebrows furrowing before reaching inside the oven to touch it. It was rock hard. He looked back at you.

“Don’t worry, I will still eat it.” Even though his stomach began to internally protest, he hated seeing you look so upset so he will gladly eat some burnt bun to make you smile. But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as you actually stomped your foot before shaking your head.

“No! I...it’s...what is it?!” You demanded, making Jongin blink at you in confusion before glancing at the bun and then back at you.

“A bun?”

“And where is it?”

“...In the oven?”

You then looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and your arms spread out as you stared at him intently, as off waiting for the penny to drop. But Jongin clearly showed on his face that he had no idea at what you were trying to say, which made you groan in frustration.

“What is it altogether babe? Put it together!”

“A bun...in the oven?” Jongin tested, looking at you carefully as you impatiently stared at him.

You were clearly trying to tell him something, but he still couldn’t quite understand what it was. He looked back at the oven and the bun and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, the sentence repeating in his head before suddenly his eyes widened in realizing, the implication dawning on him before he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked, or rather demanded, as hope suddenly began to boil up in his stomach and fill his entire body.

Your body finally relaxed as Jongin figured it out and you let out a relieved sigh before finally nodding, only to squeal seconds later when Jongin suddenly swept you into his arm and twirling you around the kitchen, delighted laughter filling the room as joy overwhelmed his entire body.

Sehun

Sehun was protective over you, he always has been, and with the two of you getting married, his protectiveness only increased and while you thought it was a bit much and thought that hopefully it was ease up once the two of you got married, you were proven so terribly wrong because it only seemed to get worse. Therefore the newly married bliss quickly faded away when the two of you got into your first fight since getting married.

“You are too controlling! Let me breathe!

“It is my job to protect you!”

“Protect me! Not smother me!”

And so you had walked out to breathe, ordering Sehun to not send any men after you unless he wanted to be newly divorced after getting married. He should have risked it because now you were snatched away from him from some foreign gang that thought they could get milk out some power out of Sehun. And while he was working hard to get you back, snarling angrily at the taunting calls that he would get, today he was absolutely frozen in shock while the phone call was on speaker in the middle of the meeting room, his members learning the truth at the same time as him.

“What...did you say...” Sehun uttered, looking at the phone with an intense look as the words circled aorund his head while his heart felt like it was slowly getting squeezed by a python.

“Aww, did you new wifey not tell you before she came on a little date with us? Aw well we are honored to inform you then! Congratulations, you are going to be a father!”

Sehun immediately thought back to the day where the two of you had fought, to how angry he was that you had left without informing him or taking any bodyguards with you despite the two of you being on honeymoon. You had wanted to tell him something, something important, but he did not give you the chance, immediately attacking you with his vicious words.

He now knew what you had wanted to tell him.

“She is only just starting to show too, hmm, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If it is a boy, hmm how unfortunate that he will look like his father, but a lovely little girl who looks just like her mother, now that would be a gift to the world.”

Just hearing the slightly husked tone of the man’s voice sent fury through Sehun’s veins and he all but slammed his hands on the table as he glared at the phone furiously, his entire body shaking as imagined the ways he would torture the men keeping you captive.

“If you so much lay a finger on my wife, you’re dead.”

“My my, making threats to someone who is holding your pregnant wife captive? Tsk tsk, and here I thought you weren’t an amateur.”

Sehun was going to kill them, he was going to kill every single one of them and make them watch each other as he snips their lifelines one by one. But first he needed to get you back. He needed to get you and...and just love you. To embrace you and to tell you that he was never going to raise his voice at you again. And that he was happy, that he was happy that you were pregnant, that you and his family was growing, to just tell you that he will make you the happiest woman alive.

He needed you. He just needed you. He needed his family.

“...You have made a grave mistake making a move on my family.” Sehun growled to the phone, which only prompted the man’s voice to chuckle into the speaker.

“You made the grave mistake of letting your wife wander around a foreign city in her state, quite the failure of a newlywed if you ask me.”

“Nobody is asking you shit.” Sehun growled, only prompting another laugh.

“No one needs to, now unless you want me to start marring the beautiful skin of your wife, you will give in to our demands, unless married life doesn’t really entice you any longer.”

Sehun going to make them pay putting you through this torture, for making you and his future baby go through his torture. He was going to save you and make it up to you, he was never going to let any harm come to you again. That was an oath he was willing to take.

#boy groups #boy group imagines #boy group scenarios #boy group reactions #exo #exo reactions #exo imagines #exo scenarios #mafia au #mafia exo #mafia exo reactions #mafia exo scenarios #mafia exo imagines #mafia xiumin #mafia suho #mafia lay #mafia baekhyun #mafia chen #mafia chanyeol #mafia D.O #mafia kai #mafia sehun

[jongbross]

(hi ! 🥺 sorry for the bad english) you can do an exo!mafia au reaction, where they are mobsters and bump into their ex after they broke up because she found out he is mafia. they still love each other and want to be together, they are suffering apart? please💞 thanks, have a good day!

a/n: your english is just fine! my first language isn't english either, so don't worry. i hope you like it 🥺

xiumin: minseok is good at hiding his feelings, he did it all this time. he was a mess after you left, but you don't need to know that so he would probably try to play it cool, talking with you but never, ever showing what he's truly feeling. that's until you ask him "have you been okay?" - then his eyes will give in the truth. that's when he'll stutter to answer you, only confirming your suspicious. to someone who has been okay, minseok definitely agrees way too quickly to meet you someday so you two can talk...

suho: he's mature, that's for sure. no matter how shattered he was when you two broke up, he respected your decision and your space. still, junmyeon hurted a lot, so when he meets you again i think he will definitely try to come up at you and ask if you wanna talk to him, if it's okay for him to approach you (because deep down he's scared you'll reject him again). little did he know that you're suffering just like (or even more) than him.

lay: mobster or not, yixing is a softie. he will never admit it, but he cried after you left. when you two meet again, his eyes get glassy with tears the moment he lies his eyes on you, feeling like you were so close but so far away at the same time. the first move will have to come from you, so don't be afraid to approach him - he will love that. yixing doesn't think he deserves to be with the one he loves, especially after you left him for such a good reason, so he doesn't fight for you because of that. please bear with him, he misses you a lot but he just wants you to be happy with whatever you decide it's good for you.

baekhyun: the first thing he felt when you left him wasn't heartbreak, but anger; maybe at himself, at you, at life... but it was there. so, because of that, baekhyun is so petty once you two meet again. he's the one to come talk to you, but he's also the one who will sarcastically say "well, you're the one who left me...", only because deep down that's still a question for him. baekhyun wants to know that you suffered just as much as he did, because after all, the breakup was all on you, he never wanted that.

chen: another one who would be ANGRY. yes, he didn't tell you he was a mobster - that's not something you just tell people, you know? but he never put you in danger, he never brought work home, and you always claimed you loved him? how could you leave him so easily, then? so yeah, once you two meet up again, be ready to deal with the most stubborn version of jongdae you've ever met. he might be feeling like he can't live, can't breathe without you - but he he will never, ever admit that to you.

chanyeol: poor chanyeol couldn't focus on his work for weeks after you left him. he might be the only one from all of them to actually consider leaving the business just so he could be with you. when you two meet again, chanyeol will make it very clear how much you hurted him, how messed up you left him, but will also let you know that he absolutely understands you and why you don't agree with his line of work. he'd be the easiest to talk to and make up, though.

d.o: honestly? it's almost like he's heartless. kyungsoo loves you a lot, he always said he does, but the moment you questioned him about the mafia you planted a seed on his brain - "if they can't love me for who i am, then maybe they don't love me at all". of course, he felt bad and lost when you left, but he's also very logical and rational. so when you two meet again, you can cry all you want in front of him - it doesn't matter how much it hurts him -, the question will still be the same: can you accept him and his job? it all depends on your answer.

kai: oh, he's stubborn. he's very stubborn. his hyungs will tell him that it's okay if he's sad after you left him, but jongin will always deny it. he pretends like he doesn't care, but that crumbles the moment he meets you again - and it gets worse when you tell him you missed him. jongin is as needy as he's stubborn, so that's all he needs to hear to finally come through with his feelings and, then, ask you to come back because he's dying without you.

sehun: you have no idea how bad you've made sehun feel when you left him. sehun spent weeks thinking about how he can't have anything good in his life, but how he also can't leave his business now because he's way too far gone. when you two meet again, more than wanting to have you back, sehun puts effort into understanding if you're fine with his line of work, and making it clear that he loves you so much and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will do everything in his power for this to happen.

#exo reactions #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #exo x reader #exo x you #mafia exo #exo mafia #mafia au #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #exo #xiumin #kim minseok #suho #kim junmyeon #lay zhang #zhang yixing #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #chen #kim jongdae #park chanyeol #chanyeol #d.o #do kyungsoo #kai #kim jongin #oh sehun #sehun

[tinyprettysoyeon]

hi, a exo mafia reaction where he takes her on the run from some enemies and confesses he's mafia. sorry for my english and thank u <3

Due to some problems, I changed the plot of some of them, sorry TT

(none of these gifs are mine)

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🦋﹒⟢﹒Xiumin

You two were on a date at a restaurant you loved until some people walked in, he saw them and grabbed your hand and they started running. Finally reached an alley and you couldn't help but ask him what the hell was going on, so he looked into your eyes and simply confessed everything to you. Then he grabbed your hand and started running.

⏆﹒﹒🐰-⊧﹒Suho

It was a really elegant dinner on a luxurious beach, they were toasting but you saw suho really nervous. "is something wrong honey?" "No my dear, but I think it's better that we go, I'll explain it to you later" he said this as he dragged you to another place.

⍟﹒⁂﹒🐶﹐Baekhyun

You two were in the car when suddenly it began to accelerate. "baek baby? what's up?" "Um, I think we have to get there earlier, I'll tell you everything at home"

﹒✢🦖﹒﹒Chen

You were taking a walk in the park when you saw some guys approach you. They started shooting so you had to hid. Some men came out to defend them and shot the other guys. "DAE, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" "I need you to calm down and listen to me carefully, I won't repeat it twice"

♩（✿ᴗᴗ）﹒Chanyeol

You were having a nice date at the zoo when someone grabbed you from behind and put you in a car. Chanyeol didn't have time to tell you since his enemies did. Now he had another matter to attend to.

🐧﹚﹒，D.O_！

You were asleep when you heard some noises coming from below. It was kyungsoo yelling at someone on the phone about something, everything was normal until he yelled; "LISTEN TO ME, IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I ASKED YOU, I WILL GO FOR YOUR FAMILY AND KILL THEM" "k-kyung?.."

•🐻• ᗣ ꒷ : Kai

Kai was asleep when you saw a notification on his phone that talked about how they had already captured the family of a guy named Jeremy as he requested. " oh bae, you shouldn't have read that"

！♡﹒🐣﹐Sehun﹒％

You two were at home watching netflix and chill when some trucks parked in front of the house, sehun quickly took you and went into the basement very well hidden. "hun, can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" "I'll tell you everything, please don't get upset, okay?"

#exo reactions #exo mafia #xiumin reactions #xiumin mafia #suho reactions #suho mafia #baekhyun reactions #baekhyun mafia #chen reactions #chen mafia #chanyeol reactions #chanyeol mafia #kyungsoo reactions #kyungsoo mafia #kai reactions #kai mafia #sehun reactions #sehun mafia

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

Reactions Masterlist

Rules for Request's: I only work in AU Settings. I hold the right to refuse to do a prompt if I feel like I can not perform it to the best of abilities.

Means Requested 🌟

EXO

Angst

#12: Password is related to their Ex (Baekhyun, Jongin, Minseok, & Yixing)

#21: "Please tell me why." [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#22: "You made a Promise" [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#26: Tears 🌟 [Baekhyun, Junmyeon, Sehun, Yixing]

Best Friends to Lovers (Trope)

#1: Being ready to drop everything to go help them no matter what. [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#2: Bets on Your Relationship [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

#3:  Platonic love proclamations, until they're not. [Jongdae & Minseok]

#11: After Kiss [Jongdae, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Best Friends Brother/Brothers Best Friend (Trope)

#15: Hesitantly tugging the other’s fabric of their shirt or sleeve [Chanyeol, Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#16: "Dance with Me" [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Sehun, & Yixing]

#23: First Kiss I [Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun, & Yixing]

#24: First Kiss II [Junmyeon, & Minseok]

#25: First Kiss III [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, & Kyungsoo]

#44: New Years Eve I [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

#45: New Years Eve II [Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Enemies to Lovers (Trope)

#17: “A date? Sorry but I have to go home and laugh at the idea.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok ,& Yixing]

Reaction #27:  “Can you walk?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #28: "You're Bleeding." [Chanyeol, Jongin, Jongdae]

Reaction #29: “Just trust me, yeah?” [Baekhyun Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #33: “If You tell anyone about this, I will become an even worse enemy.” [Junmyeon, Yixing]

Reaction #34: “I don’t like you, I just find you hot.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol. Kyungsoo, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #35: “We're not telling anyone about this. This would be the end for both of us.” [Jongin, Jongdae]

Fluff/Comfort

#4: Stealing Each Other’s Clothes and Not admitting it - While Wearing them [Kyungsoo & Sehun]

#5: "Come on. Let's go Home" [Chanyeol, Jongin, Yixing]

#6: Holding Hands Without Realizing [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Junmyeon & Minseok]

#10: "Here's an idea; Let's not read the dead language!" [Chanyeol & Kyungsoo]

#13: “You think I didn’t notice the voice change? You totally like them.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Minseok,& Yixing]

#14:“You stayed up…All night..for them. Oh dude you’re in love.” [Jongdae, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Sehun]

#19: “You got shot. There’s a bullet in you. I can see it.”  “I can feel it.” [Baekhyun & Jongdae ]

Reaction #30: “I haven’t been able to sleep well for three days.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Sehun]

Reaction #31: “Let’s get you to the couch.  There we go.” [Jongdae, Kyungsoo]

Reaction #32: “Can you please just…hold me?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #41: "Washing their Hair" [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Minseok]

Reaction #49: “Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

Reaction #50:  “Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Grumpy x Sunshine (Trope)

#7: "Are You really Happy/Grumpy 24/7” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun]

#8: “Everyone Should Dance in the Rain at least once in their lives.” [Minseok & Yixing]

#9:“You’re definitely the only person I would do this for” [Junmyeon & Kyungsoo]

Reaction #38: “how did you get them to do that, they never listen to anyone” [Jongdae, Jongin, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Reaction #39:  “I need you to teach me how to be...sociable” “you mean nice?” [Chanyeol, Minseok] 

Reaction #40: Being Flirted with by someone Else [Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Mafia AU (Trope)

Reaction#36: “Touch Her, and you’re dead.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #37:  “They’ll have to go through me before they get to you." [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #46: “You’re my Achilles heel, they will do whatever it takes to get to you.” [Baekhyun, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #47:  “For Once, I’m not the bad guy here.” [Chanyeol, Jongdae, Sehun]

Reaction #48: "Close your eyes, you don’t need to see this.” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo]

Mythical/Fantasy

#18: Vampires I [Kyungsoo, Jongin, & Sehun]

#20: Vampires II [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Roommates [Trope]

Reaction #42: Roommates #1 [Baekhyun, Jongin, Yixing]

Reaction #43: Roommates #2 [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Masterlist

#Reactions #EXO Reactions

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Advice On Gaining Notes

Just wanna share a bit of advice to any writers that happen upon this...

Tags are the most important way to get your work out to viewers!

More people will find your fics if you use tags that people are searching for. Take a look at the top fics within the fandom you plan to write for and see what tags they are using and do something similar. 

My suggestion would be to add the pairings (such as idol/character x reader/oc, show/band x reader/oc) as well as the genre (idol/band/character/show genre).

When I look up fics, I very specifically look up these types of tags:

“ateez fluff” , “changbin x oc” , “hxh x reader” , “billy hargrove smut” , etc 

Broad tags like “kpop x reader” , “yandere au” , “anime angst” are a good idea, too, and tags such as “skz reactions” , “kny series” , “kdrama oneshot” allow readers to search for the specific format they want to read.

type in different tags and see what Tumblr recommends as “popular”

Others might be different in what they search, but in general I’ve found that when a fic doesn’t have these types of tags, they get less notes because less people are finding them. 

As a side note, put the most important tags first (within the first 5) and also include alternate spellings / names for the people you’re writing for within the first 30 tags. 

Final notes that might help...

Many people (myself included) skip over fics that are blatantly not meant to be in the tag they’re looking for. 

i.e, please don’t tag BTS in your EXO fic, or Chisaki Kai in your Dabi-centric fic. Tumblr isn’t like AO3 - tag the main lead / relationship, not the other main characters that feature in the fic. 

People search for both Seventeen and SVT so why not use both? Some people look up stage names while others use the idol’s real name. You have plenty of space so test out different tags and see if it helps.

While not necessary, creating a blurb at the top of your fic that includes the summary, word count, genre, pairing, and any warnings will let people know at a glance if it’s a fic they’d be interested in reading. 

Clearly state when a fic contains dark content - it’s kinda fucked up to spring it on people without warning. It isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Please be mindful of others. 

Lastly, please please please use a read more! if your fic is longer than 500 words, or if it contains sensitive and/or explicit content (including triggers!). It’s the courteous thing to do, and might stop you from being blocked as some people will block authors that clog up a tag.

Some people will argue that smut and yandere fics shouldn’t be tagged under the general/broad tags (such as “miranda lawson” , “mcu” , “loona”). It’s up to you if you choose to add them to your fics. 

IMO it’s fine, as people who don’t want to see such fics can use the in-built filter to optimise their online experience. But that also means you have to add tags such as “yandere vaas” , “smut” , “mafia au”. That way the filter will pick the fic up and hide it from those who don’t wish to see it!

I assume these tips work for member x member or character x character stories too! But I don’t read/write those types of fics very often so I’m not 100% sure how best to tag them!

Feel free to add onto this as I probably forgot something! 

#tumblr writing community #fanfiction #writing advice #kpop #anime #tumblr algorithm #writing #tips for writers #tumblr writing society #fanfic writing #learn to tag #writer problems #fanfic things #writing tips #tumblr tips #tagging tips #advice for new writers #kpop x reader #anime x reader #new to tumblr

[justwritedreams]

what is your next wip?

Kun x Reader: Pilot au!

Sehun x Reader: angst the main plot is about sehun wanting marriage and kids but distance himself when he thinks reader doesn't because she's younger than him

Doyoung smut: I'm going to add some requests that fit the same premise, jealousy + husband + praising + riding 🙈

Baekhyun reaction to a pregnancy

Exo members FaceTime calls

Mafia!Sehun 😏

Chanyeol vanilla smut I'm so excited to write this one

Kyungsoo headcanon how he reacts to a breakup why you guys do this to me

Next chapter of Welcome to the kingdom

Jongho x Reader: Based on the movie The Day After Tomorrow (I was going to write with Got7's Youngjae but I thought the story I was writing fit more with Jongho)

#upcoming works #maari

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 3 !! || —> Next Part 4.

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A fair smoke curls forward, taking a shape of all sorts of shapes. The young girl blowing past the heart-structure lips on the cigarette lips entrance. With a lisp, she spoke slurring as the cigarette began to burn out,

Half annoyed sigh alerts by the girl leaning on the brick wall behind a night club, hidden well in the city from important eyes. The hands flip in the back jean pockets, clicking out a pink lighter.

“Hmm, smoking without me now are you?” The deep voice entices, posh shiny shoes clicking by the dirty ground, surrounded the garbage in the alleys. The girl looks up, lips carefully mocking, lighting the nearly finished cigarette.

She’s sank out her voice, exhaling a ramming flock of smoke blowing in the older man’s face. “Hate to burst your bubble oldie, I prefer to smoke by myself.” The cheeky younger woman, who wore a black leather jacket and tight fitted skinny all black jeans and shoes; blonde and black hair mixtures in messily.

In response, he scrunched the face when it hits the surface, nostrils flaring as he tilts his head amusingly at the youngling.

“I am only 40, sweetheart.” He ingurgitates thickly, switching out a cigarette packet where the fingers pull one out by the two fingers with ease, turning on the black lighter with a healthy large flame blowing by the wind. “Talk about ancient, mind telling me about the dinosaurs during your times?” The girl fronts .

“Sure.” The man was quick to agree stepping forward blocking the girl into the bright red brickyard wall, sturdily hanging against it, the girl watches up apathetically. He leans down whispering, warningly as if she decides to back-chat again, it wouldn’t end well for her.

Far from well. He digs a closer look, making his intentions and vibe clear. “A little dinosaur told me that you should get on with it and start to deliver this lovely present to her.” A heavy packaged box disguised as if it were a normal box from a post-mailbox. She raises an eyebrow down from the brown box, knowing that this was no ordinary thing despite its appearance.

“Hurry and make sure she opens it, no one else.” The girl looks down when he’d say it, nodding. “Yes sir, I’ll start immediately.”

He smirks down holding up the younger’s chin, menacingly folding the face in his palm like it were his own property. “Good, hurry up then. I’m a very impatient man, you must know that by now.” She scorns, pushing off the palm. The brick wall would be isolated, as she walks away from the alleyway leaving the man laughing.

Oh how he loves predictable reactions. If only he could see her’s when she opens the box.

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Mark looks out the window, where a blast of wind hits the surface of his eyelids, cheeks and lips, fresh oxygen amount inhaling in the heavily guarded lungs in his body. The white and black multi colour expensive car driving in the corner of the breezy highway.

In the back seats where the young man and the intern assistant, Karina sit together, leaving the front driver to be Areum.

“Mark seriously get your face back in the car, you look ridiculous with the wind blowing.” Areum tuts, soft laughter to experience a full on show on Mark being childish. He seriously represented a dog sticking their tongue and face out of the car.

Mark obeys, flying back in the car with the seatbelt still attached— obviously he wouldn’t be the one doing crimes. Karina looks out of her own window, glancing down to the map. “I think this is it when you turn two lefts.” She said.

The man spoke with determination, raising an eyebrow aloud. “I could’ve instructed us honestly, we would’ve been here quicker if i read the map.” Hearing the response, the pale girl turns around throwing sting eyes at the half-assed confident mark. “Yeah, I’m sure. As if you have evidence to prove that.” Karina murmurs sarcastically under the voice, hiding the awful untruthfulness.

Mark toughs out, looking away from Karina. Areum ignores their little falling out, their rivalry to help Areum can be much to handle. The woman feels sometimes that she’s dealing with children even at work, but that’s just their relationship and she cannot change it. If Mark and Karina wish to compete, they can.

But not around Areum that’s for sure. The woman looks in the front stirring window, turning the wheel with one hand on top; the car swiftly turns the two lefts, bringing them in front of an very old-slum apartment complex with many stairs and railings, as well as garages for public use.

Their destination cuts off now, as Areum steps out the vehicle with a thin black brick recorder and a pen with notepad. Mark and Karina come out right after. The man with a white and blow flannel and white shirt, black loose jeans brings a small envelope with pictures of evidence.

Girl with purple highlights with black hair, a lovely beauty mark on the right cheek, comes in view with her hands on a digital-journalist camera which allows them to record the situation as well as take pictures. Their leader officially struts to the olden antique of a complex building.

“You reckon rats round’ here?” Timid-ness comes off his lingering quiet voice, eyes scanning the dirty flooring on the ground floor of the complex. Two black doors on the left and right, with a single narrow staircase on the side welcoming the three. moment to encounter, Areum teasingly warns, scaring off Mark.

“Be careful, rats might come and,” Mark stops midway, hearing Areum speak and pause, until she launches up her face scrunches it in a roaring jumpscare. “Booh! Eat you.” He flinches, hiding behind the shorter girl, Karina.

Mark’s nostrils flare as he stares at Areum, annoyed. He couldn’t believe he fell scared for such tricks. He grunts, “yah, come on miss Park” he said, hearing Areum giggle, leeching hands on the stomach as she held it a little. Karina, side eyes Mark, smirking. She whispers to him. “Wow, I wonder how you hold up watching ratatouille.”

He doesn’t reply Shaking his head, he walks ahead leaving the two girls who took pleasure and absolute surging happiness to tease and make fun of him. The minute he walks up the long stairs longitude above, they have to make it to the seventh floor.

Areum grins, looking at Karina. “Let’s go, we have a long way to go.” Karina nods, seemingly the elevator was out of order with a big red sign indicating the malfunction, the stairs will have to do.

The two women slowly walk up, The stairs rose in well measured form, smooth and reflective of the light shining from the small windows stuck on to push in a light source in the day. However, it may feel like a smooth surface, the pleasure of stepping clean shoes on it has made it dirty reeking it into old state. Stairway-railings contain dust, the moment the ponytail-woman ran up her hand, it collects a swarming amount of filth. Areum’s face squeezes when looking down at the grime, wiping away the hand.

In matter of time, Karina and her boss land on the seventh floor, they stand on the edge of the last stairs, panting heavily with a few dripping sweat. Karina, pinkish cheeks brighten Mark’s sight when the relaxed man ahead watches them.

“Now look who’s tired.” Mark sighs, still holding a petty little grudge at being teased. Though he’s one to be easily teased, does not mean that he lets it go so easily. Karina scorns out, “shut up and knock on the door Will you?” head tilts 90° pointing on the right door in front of Mark, as she stretches on the railing to rest the aching muscle.

Areum huffs. “I’m so glad i live in a house and not a complex building.” Mark leisurely with one hand tucked in the front trouser pockets, takes the right hand out knocking on the front surface of the door three times.

The incoming silence was the least sign they were looking for, it’s a dead end to their case of investigation; Mark knocks once again, but stops. He turns to the two girls behind on the right, nearing the stairs. “Looks like no one’s home.”

Karina and Mark were convinced so easily, but Areum was not. She’s not the person to give up all because someone’s not home, sometimes, being suspicious of a situation is better to get answers. Therefore when Areum came forward to the door, Mark slowly moved away, pursing lips together as he frowns when he sees Areum push her ear on the cold door.

He whispers. “Uhm, miss park what are you doing?” Areum’s eyes gaze up, cheekily smirking. “Watch and learn students.” She pulls away when minor footsteps and quiet breathes come through, eyebrows raising in confidence. She knew her suspicion was right. She starts to knock much aggressively than Mark.

Areum firmly speaking. “I know you’re home, Mr Tong, come out please im here to talk with you.” Karina and Mark huddle together behind Areum, them thinking they finally have a lead— or at least, they were clueless to the clue in front of them.

The doorknob starts to unlock, ever so slowly the door quietly creeks opening ajar position, revealing a older man who took the body language of being cautious. But why?

Areum short sighted in the view of the man, gives a smile. “Hello Mr Tong, I’m here to ask questions about the case of Park Kyungsam and Ryan Jinae.”

The man’s half shown face with the door halfway open to peek towards the woman and two younger people trailing behind her, the moment he heard, he immediately wished his ears deceived him. Anger, leaping like fire from his eyes.

“I don’t know them, sorry.” Tong harshly spoke like a knife on edge, about to stab Areum deep. He’d pull his ageing body back, pushing the door close.

Or so he attempted to, till a foot blocks his corner. Areum pushing on the door with all her strength, she lets out a sore grunt. “Please. I know you knew them.” Areum said carefully.

Tong watches the girl, shouting. “No, I didn’t. Leave immediately, before I call the police.” Mark and Karina were the first to tug onto Areum’s white short rolled up sleeves, warning her that he refuses to speak. But the stubborn determined woman painfully looks at Tong, now pleading.

“I’m their daughter.” Areum finally thrusts out the words, that may have touched Mr tong’s heart when his hand reaches for his phone on the front pockets, when he was about to call the police he stops midway. The body stopping on their own with his mind going blank.

His eyes shift back to look at Areum, with widen pupils oozing out to watch the facial features. He drops his phone back into the pockets, where he now fully opens the doors without sharing words to Areum.

“Come in quickly and quietly.” Tong demands, cautiously looking outside as if people were ease-dropping or as if he wasn’t safe at all. Areum steps inside the small cramped apartment, Karina and Mark holding hands as they were scared entering such a dark place.

Windows were covering by wood, blanking every light from coming in. The place would be a mess, mess with so many pictures, newspapers and files laying around.

Areum looks about, scanning and observing the entire place. Mr Tong rushes over, staring across at Areum. Mark and Karina stick together in the corner, checking out the areas for evidence and such. As they let their boss, Areum do the talking.

The man breathes out, with guilt painting on his face like a blank canvas. “You really are their daughter. What are you doing here?”

She looks up once her fingers click the edge, switching on the voice recorder in her back pocket of the trousers.

Areum softly points across the facts. “ I heard you were the lead investigator on their case. I have a few questions.” Mr Tong sits down across the blue covered couch. “Listen I closed it. It was an accident case.”

“You don’t believe that do you?” Areum threw in, fast like a knife pointing at Mr Tong’s neck ready to slice any minute. The fast question throwing him off guard, as his silence was a loud answer for her already. The body language was close, she observed every factor.

Tong’s eyes avoid looking at Areum, as he speaks again. “What’s your questions?”

“What made you close the case? You barely carried out a proper investigation.”

Another silence, Areum sighs.

Mark whistles in the background, picking up a very old dusty file with some ketchup sauce on it spread. He squeaks in disgust, wiping away the ketchup into tissue paper. “Ugh, ketchup.” Karina would hear, looking over. “Found anything yet?”

“Actually,” Mark spoke raising voice, looking around as he’d look at the open file case. Polly pockets of evidence attached in the file as well as a thick layer of evidence with two pictures attached.

“Found something!” He yells, catching Tong’s attention from the couch, regret in his eyes forming. He looks up, watching Areum’s expression falter and fallen in the deep end of ocean, stranded.

Pictures of Areum’s parents in police uniform. She looks over silently murmuring, “why…why are they in police uniforms?” She looks at Karina and Mark, despite them not able to answer, she knows someone who can. Areum turning to look straight at the man on the couch.

“They were my co-workers. Kyungsam and Jinae tried their best to hide their job from you and your brother.” He whispers. “I-, it’s hard to explain. You were in the car and it broke down. You lost some of your memories about them.” He sighs frustrated. “The doctors said it was nothing major. Your brother came out fine too.”

“So I forgot that my parents were police officers, that’s freaking fantastic. Not only that, you knew them.” She scowls, sarcasm itching in the tone like a stuck out sore thumb, in disbelief of this factor that she’s forgotten. But now it makes sense, and the brain began to burn causing immense headache on the back of her head. Areum simply ignores the pain, watching him.

“So you knew them. Is that why you closed the case as an accident?” Areum cuts in, approaching the man with deep glaring eyes. He looks down, avoiding the eye contact. She knows he’s lying, it was as obvious it could be.

“No, I can’t say.” Mr Tong pleads. “Please, Park Areum, don’t search anymore. It was an accidental car crash.”

She shakes her head, the dizziness overwhelmed her body and mind. Mark pushed through, folding the file as he holds Areum close.

“Liar, you’re a coward. You knew them didn’t you?” Areum pushes through harshly, Mark falling off no longer holding her. He starts, “Yes, I knew them. I was their friend. You must now understand why I’m saying to let them go in peace and not to dig any further.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, because I know you’re not speaking truth. If you were their friend really, you’d tell me the truth.” She hisses, looking at Mark’s hands where she grabs a hold of the files. Eyes squinting to the pictures of them in the fancy police uniform with badges and round hats. He emphatically stared at Areum, yes, he felt so bad.

The guilt of holding in what he knows but he knew that if Areum was to get involved anymore, it won’t end well.

Karina follows Areum who walks to the door, opening it and then left. Mark left the man with a bow, following the two girls behind. However when trailing behind, the older man comes out of the door, stopping Areum by a wrist hold.

She turns around, met with the man’s gaze. “Areum, I can only tell you that much. I’m sorry, the rest I cannot say.”

“What is it?” She purses through. He leans closer whispering lowly. “Your parents were investigating something big, someone going by the fake name as Joker.”

“Now please, leave. I cant say anything else. I suggest not to dig anymore but, it’s your choice at the end of the day.” He let’s go, walking backwards into the apartment where he starts to lock the door. Mark and Karina share a glance, staring at Areum who’s face went dark and gloom.

Watching in horror as eyes zone out in the open, quiet sounds and breaths coming out the sealed lips, too effected by the terror, a long breathe taken in and out as the feeling of imprisonment grew and grew in the body.

A clue and a lead they have, but at what cost? Areum wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. The fact that her memory that she so thought was crystal clear and so clear, might not even be the truth in the end but a lie her brain made up after the traumatic car accident. Not to mention that the car crash might not even be the actual reason why her parents are dead now, because they’re the dammed police.

And Areum is very much disliked by the police, so this case won’t be hard to handle from the beginning but it became ten times folded harder when it’s her actual parents who were police officers.

Now she’s taking over their case, all from the start.

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The trio came back to work, slowly leaving the elevator lift to their floor in the large journalist building; full of thousands and thousands of journalists and reporters doing their job.

Some were corrupted perhaps, some were as a white knight thriving in the name of the law and justice, and some were just like Areum, lost, confused, dazed out and officially wanting to stab million pencils in your stomach.

Maybe it was just Areum.

The woman sighs walking with the file hanging low in the hands, opening the glass filter door, with blinds covering and then shutting it tight.

Areum swings back into the spinning chair, sitting still. She slams the thick pages case file on the desk, with other files and paperwork piling to them side, on a turned on black computer with a password insert lock screen.

Her eyes roll back in her head staring up to the ceiling, she closed them soon after. “I officially want to think this is a nightmare.”

Oh how badly she wishes this was a dream and not reality.

The quietness becomes loud, where it goes interrupted by a rushing man with the door open wide .

Areum jumps up in surprise, turning to the front where she fallen nearly, the woman grunts. “Oh my god this better be a good reason for barging in my damn office.” She threatened up, cleaning the messy pile work that has fallen from her silly movements.

Mark drops off a yellow package on the desk, cooing. “I think your husband sent you something, lucky you.” He teases, hoping it would cheer up the half stressed and confused boss going under critical identity crisis.

Areum raises an eyebrow, blurts out. “Uh, he didn’t tell me anything about sending a package.”

He shrugs. “Surprise romantic gift? I dunno, open it. The person who delivered it specifically said for you to open it alone.” Mark winks flirtatiously suggesting that it might be a complete person for Areum to see alone. She gives him a warning glare before she points her finger to the door.

She’d sigh dramatically.

“Out.” Areum firmly told. Mark did not waste a minute as he leaves, whistling with hands in the air. “Enjoy your spicy gift boss!” He’d yell, closing the door shut, the blinds attached on the door hitting the glass quick.

Jeno wasn’t the type of person to sent a package to her workplace, especially announced. She knew that much. Areum knows her husband inside and out, as well as mentally and physically, Jeno is a very private person. He trusts no one, he wouldn’t let a person deliver it to her.

If Jeno was to bring a gift for Areum, he would come down to the office and give it to Areum himself. She has her suspicions already, cautiously opening it with the tight sealing cutting by the sharp scissors from the desk.

The woman spreads the box open, only to shout standing up and backing away in panic, body shielding itself from the horrific sight in the box. The whole movement where Areum shifts away, the item fell from the box rolling down the coffee table, sliding on the floor with dribbling liquid, creating a wet sound.

Blood didn't gush in a constant flow, it was inconsistent. The waterfall from the mutilated head drops like a storm in Areum’s office. Her shaky voice trembles, as much as her aching heart beating fast and faster the more she stared at it in shock.

Head missing from the entire full body, with a stuck expression of yelling and painful eyes rolling down staring in different directions, scratches and bruises on the head as well as broken nose and fallen lifeless lips.

A scream wasn’t possible to come out, all Areum could do was think and freeze.

“Mr Tong, oh my god…”

It was more shocking when Areum knew the person’s Identity, and it scared her because now this was linking to the overthinking mountain of thoughts speeding in like fireworks.

Someone, is out to get Areum. Someone, who wants to clear up their tracks when Mr Tong spilled information to her. The same Someone who is threatening Areum by sending a message with Mr Tong’s head disguised in a yellow package box. This same person, must be her parent’s killer too.

Areum could only think, I’ll find you, whoever you are, and i’ll make your life a living hell.

His Karma Masterlink to chapters.

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To Do List! 

Requests Are: Closed!

🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI

Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3

Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him

Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time

Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively

ITZY: 2

You wiping off their kiss

Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice

Red Velvet: 1

Meeting your friends for the first time

EXO: 7

Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au

You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun

Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes

You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration

Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons

Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date

Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol

ATEEZ: 1

Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident

Girls Generation: 7

🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates

Them introducing you to the members for the first time

Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)

Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you

🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive

🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them

G-Idle: 2

Miyeon: f!reader college!au

🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)

Cravity: 1

How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown

BTS: 6

Unrequited Love Headcanons

Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet

How they act around their crush

Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping

Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you

They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you

Stray Kids: 2

You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive

Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario

Mamamoo: 1

🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

Ouran High School Host Club: 1

Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend

love, nana <3

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Brief Update-

1. Mafia Baekhyun scenario will be posted on 1st September

2. EXO reaction will be posted on 3rd September

3. EXO reaction will be posted on 5th/6th September

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5.

Il consulente

Featuring:

Your family has worked as the mafia group go-to financial advisors and consultants. When a hit is sent out, by a rogue mafia group, your entire family s wiped out. You are left with only your brother. The EXO take you under their protection, regardless of your protests to want to leave the mafia world behind, along with your troubled memories.

Minseok is always there, despite it all.

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[06:25]

'Permission to use the family's private jet?'

The text came through, puzzling you.

Was this Yunho rouse to stoke a conversation or a reaction from you? He had been using all your family's resources and assets without your permission in the past five years. As far as you were concerned, all his overseas trips, be it business or personally related, he used the aircraft that your parents used when they had purchased it around the time close to their deaths.

You had vehemently declined it's use, when you had flown in, and he had given little push against your choice, afraid that you would entirely cancel your return.

[08:47]

'Granted'

You texted back, and darkened the screen once more to return to your pile of files and fully booked schedule for the day.

[08:56]

'Thank you, little Sister... So how are you?'

[10:09]

'Can I take you out for dinner, tonight for a proper sit down?'

[12:27]

'Perhaps a small chat over coffee, during your lunch break?'

There, he's proven your thoughts true. You leave the popped-up message notification as is.

All the work you had been doing during your time before your official start, seemed to have been a joke, compared to the demands of paperwork, meetings with the company's executives, board and the actual boss. It would seem your arrival in the company, had set off quite a buzz even in the normal world.

Some remembered your father's reputation while your brother has built a reputation of his own, that has come to you with your bosses request to take on certain accounts and contacts that wish to be under your careful eye.

You continue ignoring the buzzing phone, as you push through the latter part of your day. Vaguely you feel your muscles scream to be let loose for the day. You admit, since seeing the first message from your brother that morning, you have been tightly wound, so has ypur stomach been in too many knots to push down the lunch pack Kyungsoo-Hyung had made for you.

"YN-ssi, I hope you have finally settled amidst the whirlwind you have created in the finance and commerce world." Your boss peeped through, and his deceptively light voice carried down the large office to your desk.

"I apologise for all the inconviences and trouble I have caused for you and company, with my presence." You shoot from seat, to acknowledge the man.

True to being an instant asset for his firm. But the man had instantly resented you, the moment he laid his cold, beady eyes on your first day.

He was part of the old-fashioned crowd, of not taking too kindly to a woman or younger person, stealing the shine and intellect from his direction.

"No, no... this is all good for business, so there no complaints there." You were waiting for the man's act of light air and familiarity to drop, because you were not buying any of it.

"Then I thank you once more for your welcome into your work family." You bow, low returning to your seat.

The man enters and seats himself across from you, waving off your words. You silently watch him, fidget then rises minutes later, clearly stifled by your comfortability with the awkwardness. He stands next to you, with his rest against the desk. You keep his gaze, through all his movements, curious, if nothing else, at the older man's action and wonder at his coming words.

"There are a few accounts from a particular, long standing and highly valued client that has insisted your expertise from here on." You nearly sigh your exasperation. Now your superior has brought in the big guns, or the big gun could not sit back, idly, to take anymore rejection.

Since you had arrived, there had been an old and established client that has head hunted your services, relentlessly. You have instantly declined, at first siting that your were too much of a newcomer for such a heavyweight. Then your gut feeling kicked in, upon glancing over the numbers, to flatbout decline. You saw the number patterns your father taught you from you pre-teen years and you were steering very clear from the account.

"When the pattern looks freaky, that means it's owner is just as much of a freak... A dangerous, underworld freak." Your younger voice giggles at your father's voice's choice of words.

"I'm serious, baby. Listen to your father, when he warns you against the freaks of this world." The voice grows sterner and firm, but some of the words are just as soft as the bond between the two individuals.

"Uhm I don't understand. Aren't older and more valued accounts?" You feign perplexion. You knew senior partners and executive took on the most classified and long standing clients of the company.

Although highly qualified for your age and vastly experienced with high profiled clients, mainly European celebrities or elusive billionaires, you just a junior partner in this company. A unique feat on its own, to be into a partner position, out trumping those that have grown in the company.

Did you mention that not many liked, the moment you had set foot out of the elevators on your first day, because of that fact.

"That was my argument with the said client, but he insists on you, nonetheless." His nonchalant shrug failed to mask his annoyance on the matter. Being stripped of a lucrative account, and shove upon a newbie, no matter the prodigal rumours and generational financial consultancy services under your name, left the man sour.

"And, who might this account belong to?" You had refused to read the file cover before diving to evaluate the numbers.

"The Lee family."

Dread curtailed through your system, catapulting your heart rate into overdrive. Your mouth became suddenly dry and the air down your windpipe seemed to stick to your lungs. The loose satin shirt and palazzo pants felt suffocating on your pores, but none of your horror and discomfort showed.

Your mother taught you that much, too in the face fiend, foes and general discomfort.

"Stay cooler than your opposition, always. Especially as a woman born or married into this world, because something tells me you will be both that kind of woman in future." Your mother's confident voice beams in your memories.

Your boss nor the name uttered to you, will not affect you in any way. Well, not on your icy calm exterior.

With work, you always had ice in your veins.

"I will consider it." You conclude, with a push of your chair and rise to level your eyes to him, showing him that the conversation is finished and you wish to leave without further push on the matter.

Your boss sets his jaw while you square your shoulders. All panic, anxiety and personal grief is non existent when you step into your work mode. And right now, you were in full gear, and your boss shall understand you were never a push over in your professional elements.

The glaring match is torn to shreds, with a knock on the door. Minseok stood, glowering over the threshold. You were not sure whether the look was at the man with his face close to your own, stony face or his next words, said it all.

"Ma'am, it's the end of day. You were not answering your phone. It's time we went home."

As far as the office understood, Minseok was your personal driver and security, as a precaution for all the lucrative client you had from your previous job.

Before you could answer that you left your phone on Silent. Your packed belongings sat on the couch near the door, where Minseok was closest.

Your boss was the first to react to your bodyguard's icy words.

"She will be putting in a few hours more, in light of her new accounts acquisition." He bites out, eyes never leaving your own.

"I worked through my breaks, and it is end of day, so I will follow my bodyguard's suggestions and leave..." You make purpose to glance at you Rolex wrist watch, a parting gift from your previous firm, it was 17:55pm, "for home at exactly 17:59pm."

"I am the boss, and I have told you otherwise."

You feel Minseok, take a small step into the office, which you halt with your jerked turn around. You follow the authoritative man, walking back to his seat and dropping into it with a challenging glare back to you.

"And I told you I will take the accounts under consideration, boss... in the comfort of my home office, for the rest of my night." You fire back, with deadly calm voice, "We're done here. Take care."

You turned tail and strode towards Minseok, but the said man had his eyes over your shoulder. He looked to remain rigid, even when you come to stand at his side. Your light touch to his forearm, seemed to snap him out of his dark aura, and you were uninterested to look back at how affected the man behind you, was.

Trust your bodyguard's hard looks to unnerve any person who gets on his wrong side. That you have come to know, with your colleagues' interactions with you in the office.

"Home, Minseok... let's go, home. The men are waiting for us." You murmur  breaking his murderous glare over your shoulder.

"Mmm, Suho may be back tonight, so D.O will make it a special night of food." The bodyguard concede to your touch and turns to usher you out.

*

True to his musings, the other bodyguard had gone full out with the pasta dishes and sides for everyone in the house.

The men were in a contented murmur, throughout the evening, while you actively allowed your fork through your sphaghetti and meatballs. Just like how you had it during your university days in Italy.

All conversation centered around you, as everyone at the table made sure to murmur low enough that you not hear. Chen and Baekhyun, made sure to let you know that their looks meant you deliberately not invited anything they had to share with the others.

Kyungsoo and Kai had their own low discussion about a serious matter, seeing how furrowed their brows were. Probably Kai filling his hyung in on what happened in his absence. As usual. Sehun and Chanyeol waffles down theirs and some of the others' side dishes, all while keeping a distracted ear on their hyungs conversations, closest to them.

Minseok and Suho, however shared a very deep and immersive conversation. Suho's eyes glancing up you from time to time, while nursing a glass of red wine and nodding to his older brother's word near his ear.

Minseok leaned back from his brother's ear, but continued his low words, with his eyes pinned at you. You on the other side of the table, had too abandoned any notion of stealing glances at them.

He tipped a glass of his cognac in your direction, as you rose from your seat. The day's events catching with your wretched sleeping patterns, and you finally answer to your muscles' screams for rest.

D.O waves away your movement to gather your dishes, with a light pat on you back and shake of the head. You nod and bow to leave the table.

Closing the French doors, another door, down the side of the house opens, and out steps the leader of the men seated around the table you just vacated, to some, alcohol buzzed acknowledgement.

The leader walks down to where his charisma and charm has pinned you to the spot.

He awkwardly scratched at his upper lip, before fully turning to you, with a clouded expression and tilt of his head. He looked to be weighing his words, that's if he has decided to say anything or abandon all notion, entirely.

"Give your brother a chance to explain... to set things right between the two of you..." He utters words, you can hear, were a challenge to find and word aloud.

"I have nothing to say to Yunho." You flatly cut through.

"And you were not the only one who lost their entire family... special loved ones that night." He quietly fires back, tilting his nearly empty wine glass at your stunned stance.

With that finality in his firm and cutting scolding, he walked away to his own patrol of his grounds, like every night on his returns from lengthy business trips. He leaves you dumbfound and blinking at his direction.

[20:47pm]

'I see you sent the cavalry...'

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Mafia!X-EXO; reaction to playing poker with you

Genre: fluff (some of them),comedy (some of them) +18 (some of them)

Warnings:strong language, cursing, sexual tension

A/N: thank you for your lovely request anon. I hope you don't mind me switching Exo to X-Exo, I just think they suit the mafia theme more. I also included Kyungsoo, Yixing and Minseok even they do not have an official x-exo personality. I also excluded chen, for obvious reasons.

Suhø

He is the one who taught you how to play poker in the first place, because you both didn't really like to just sit down and watch some movies or other normal dating stuff.

So he showed you how to play poker, you both loved to play against each other, even if you would always lose against your boyfriend. One of the other boys would volunteer to be the dealer, because they think it is interesting to watch you play. Both of you just such an intimidating presence while playing.

Suhø also told you that playing poker is one of the best ways to learn how to control your facial expressions and how to read others.

That's the reason he learned it in the first place and he wants you to understand that as well.

It would be useful not only for him but also for you

"You have a good hand, am I right babydoll?" Your figure stiffens as you look down on your cards, a soft smile appearing on your face, slowly looking up, in the eyes of your red haired boyfriend. "Is it that obvious?" You asked. "I can read you like a book babydoll. Even after months I can. I'm out." He claimed and just as he said that a smirk appeared on your face, laying your cards down on the desk, showing him your horrible cards. "You can read me like a book? Say that again old man."

Xiūmin

Doesn't like playing poker, but the others would always beat him to play with him.

He wasn't bad or so. No he was quite good, but he just can't stand loosing against the idiots he calls his friends.

They would always drag about everything, every small win they get and Xiūmin hates that.

But one day you just claimed that you would play as a replacement for Xiūmin.

And he found out a very interesting thing, you are just as bad as loosing as himself.

So he needs to teach you how to properly play, you begged him to. You just want to kick their asses, just like himself.

"Sweetheart" his finger clicked on the table again, his eyes piercing their way into your skin, or so it felt like. Yes you wanted him to show you how to play, but who could have thought that he is such a strict teacher. "I-" "you don't have a clue what you should do now, am i right sweetheart?" You didn't sare to look up as you shook your head, but to your surprise you just heard a small laugh from the other side of the table. "Don't worry sweetheart, after I'm done with you. You will definetly know know to do."

Lāy

Just likes to teach you things in general, you want to learn something involving mafia business. Lāy will show you without hesitation.

You know how to shot, you know how to lead a mission, you even learned how to get your boyfriend on his knees, but that's another story.

But there is one thing you can't and that is playing poker, but you want to learn. You always see lāy playing with the other members and you don't want to just sit on his lap and look pretty.

You want to destroy them in this game. And what his kitten want it gets.

Slowly showing you how to play while he plays himself, letting you make the next step for him, letting you decide and correcting you if he thinks something else would be better.

And also you had a very special talent, something your boyfriend taught you years ago

And that's how to read the emotions in the face of a person, even the slightest shift in emotions is seen by you.

That makes you the best for playing poker with him.

You bite down on your lip,looking up into the eyes of Chanyeøl, watching his expression shift slightly. With that small shift in his emotion a victorious smile appeared on your lips and you whispered something in Lāys ear. On his face also a small smile appeared and he leaned closer to your ear before he whispered. "You are such a good kitten, you definetly get a reward for this later."

Dō

Would ask you why you want to learn it, uts not not special and he is not that into playing. He is more into ruling a organisation than sitting somewhere in a casino playing poker.

But even if he is ruthless and cold hearted..he can't say no to your puppy dog eyes

Just be aware that once he started teaching he is very very strict

Not letting slide anything, no small mistake

In the end you wished that you asked someone else instead

"If you can't even tell me the basic rules of this game, how would you be able to play this game? Huh?" Kyungsoo asked while he looked down at you, his eyes staring right at your soul. You gulped hardly and thought in what a situation you brought yourself into this time. "It's just a game!" You said and pouted. "You don't need to be so strict to me." A small chuckle left your husbands' mouth and he placed a hand on your cheek. "But you wanted me to teach you, now don't complain about my methods darling."

Baëkhyun

He taught you how to play for one reason and one reason only.

He likes to win and to play. It's a game he always had fun while playing it. He could use his brain and he would win. Always.

But once the boys didn't want to play with him anymore he choose you as his next victim

Loves to win against you

And he also loves to play strip poker with you.

Because in the end you would be naked and he would be still fully clothes

And we all know this man is greedy and wants to show you who is in charge

Always

"And I won again Kitten." Baëkhyun had a smirk on his face, his eyes were dark and never let you out of his sight, not even for one second. He carefully watched you pulling down the last piece of fabric you had, while turning as red as a tomato, before he got up from his seat and walked around the table. Watching you with his predator like eyes. "You don't have clothes on anymore kitten? That's to bad, now you have to choose something new as your stake."

Chanyeøl

We all know how competitive Chanyeol is, but boy Chanyeøl is even more competitive with you.

He is a cold man, anyone feared him, no one dared to play with Chanyeøl because of the fact that he would start to get scary when he is loosing a game.

But you never cared about that..just because you never saw it

But when you played with him and he lost

Boooooy you never and I mean never were that scared in your life

Because even if he let's you win he will make sure that you will loose twice as hard as himself

"I think",you started with a smile,"I won Chanyeøl" You looked at him, but even with knowing him for so long you couldn't read his expression. That's why you were scared when he suddenly got up and walked over to you. He stopped right in front of you and with a smooth movement he grabbed your chin with his one hand and his other hand is placed on your chair. His eyes directly staring into yours. "That's because I let you win baby." He whispered with his deep raspy voice. "Don't think you stand a chance against me. Now let us play a real round hm. Maybe this time we play with an more interesting stak."

Kāi

Underestimated you. Never thought that you could play like that

He lost and he wasn't even mad about it,because hell you are sexy while you play against him. Your emotionless face,your smirk when you won

All of that just made you more attractive in his eyes.

He always wanted not only the most beautiful partner but also the one who impressed him the most

And you did that

With just one round of poker

"Kāi is everything okay?" You asked, walking around the table and looking at your boyfriend. He didn't react to you and since you won he didn't said a word. Before you could ask more, his arms pulled you down on his lap and his lips found yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. As you broke the kiss hw whispered with a smirk against your lips. "You are just hot baby. Nothing more nothing less"

Sehūn

Doesn't think poker is that interesting but he always had you on his lap while you played with the others

And once in a while he would like to play against you

Just you of course, because while it brought him no joy to play with his hyungs it made fun to play with you

Because you were quite different from his hyungs

He couldn't read you

Is your hand good or bad? Are you bluffing? He doesn't know it. Never

And that's what made him come back to a play of poker with you

He studied your face,he studied it while you played poker against his Hyungs, he studied while you do the smallest things. He knows you, knows your thoughts and what you will do next. So why the hell is he not able to read you right now? Why is he not sure what your next step will be? Why is he not sure what you think right now? "Sehūn? Is everything okay?" You asked with such a sweet smile and he couldn't do anything else else nod with his head. "Sure little one. Don't worry."

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So, I used to do weekly updates to let everyone know where I’m at, and since I also like polls I decided to do weekly polls/updates on what I’m working on.

I'm hoping to make it every Monday night for it to come out on Tuesday Mornings!

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Things Coming this Week:

As of right now, Nothing is set in the Queue. I am still working on things. I haven't had the time to write anything but I hopefully will get back into the swing of things ASAP.

Working On:

Reactions: Working on Reactions 13-25. In the Meantime you can find the Masterlist here.

Scenarios: I have 18 (2 for each member) in the planning phases as of this moment. In the meantime you can find the Masterlist Here. [These will usually be either One Shots or 1-3 parts]

Universes: My Multiple Chapter Stories. The Main reason I came back to writing EXO Fanfic. These will not be Member x Reader. For these I either write in 3rd Person with OC characters or First Person. Also all the Member OC pairs will stay the same through out each series.

Currently Working on...

Rewriting an old Minseok Werewolf -> Basic Plot is done. Maybe between 5-15 Parts, won't be higher than 25.

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Exodus College -> Based on Romance Trope; each Member gets one. [Each member will have 10-15 chapters each plus an epilogue]

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Phase: Planning

Exceptional Love Series -> Sci-fi fantasy based on EXO Lore; This is 9 different stories that build to a second phase of the story that I am planning on being 25-50 Chapters Minimally [This is also a rewriting a pervious work I had done before as well; All members will have 5 Chapters each. All basic plot outlines for phase I are done.]

First Story will be Light [Baekhyun - 5 Chapters]

On: Chapter 1

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Fae Inspired -> (I made a World map...) This will be similar to Exceptional Love with each member getting their own story but unsure if I will do a Part II, with a bigger story. [if I do, it' won't be that big]

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Other works from my old account I'm thinking of rewriting and working out: Greek God Series & EXODUS City (A Mafia theme)

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Venenum [1/3] Baekhyun x Reader

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Word count: 5k

Genres: Romance, Suspense, Action

AU: Gangs/Mafia

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Summary: Due to an unfortunate accident, you get entangled in the crimes of a local gang. From that moment on, you constantly have to fear for your life, being stalked wherever you go. The only ray of light left in your dark days is the handsome stranger who visits your coffee shop every morning. He easily steals your heart and you fall for him, unaware that he is a notorious criminal. However, when a dangerous gang leader learns of your connection to him, he forces you to make a fatal choice. You only have two options. How far will you go in order to survive?

They were following you. You saw their mirror image in the shop window you passed, felt their eyes burning holes into the back of your head. Hugging your shivering body, you ducked your head and stared at the wet asphalt. The artificial light of the streetlamps was reflected in the puddles covering the ground. Your heart palpitated in fear and you acted on instinct when you hastily turned into a small alley. It was darker here, the shadows of the night swallowing you up. The sound of your heavy breathing and your shoes hitting asphalt were the only things that could be heard in the eerie silence.

Fear had become a constant companion to you in the past week. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Your stalkers were elusive like smoke. You often caught glimpses of them from the corner of your eye, but when you would look a second time, they would be gone. Ever since that fateful night one week ago, they had been on your tail, and you could do nothing but wait as their eyes laid on you constantly. You knew why they did it. They wanted to make sure you didn’t run to the police—that would be their cue to silence you. What you had witnessed that night had been disturbing, it haunted your sleep. You desperately wanted to get it off your chest, but that would cost your life. And you weren’t ready to die at the hands of criminals.

So you kept your mouth shut and went on with your daily life, pretending everything was fine. You didn’t know for how long you could keep up the façade with endless fear crushing you but you would do your best.

You hurried down the stairs leading into the subway station and caught the first train that arrived. Once inside, you allowed yourself to take a break, leaning your back against one of the seats. It was late evening, and usually, you would have been home already at this time, but your co-workers had insisted to meet in town to have dinner together. You worked at a coffee shop where you spent most of your days. It wasn’t a fancy job, but it brought you joy and that was what mattered most to you.

You had a few regulars you enjoyed talking to—and one of them you were particularly fond of. Thinking of him had your cheeks turn pink. Only three weeks ago, you had finally found out his name, and since then, you hadn’t stopped thinking of him. Even now, when you were afraid, the memory of him put a faint smile on your lips.

Baekhyun came by nearly every morning to buy a coffee before he headed to work. It had become a habit of his to talk to you for a bit, and that way, you had gotten closer. He was good at telling jokes, and a real charmer. Nonetheless, he was surrounded by a veil of secrecy. There were things he never told you—for example, where the bloody scrapes on his hands had come from, or why he suddenly had a split lip. He had told you he worked for a trading company, but you didn’t buy it. However, you had never pursued the matter, knowing that everybody had their secrets.

Just like you.

The secret you had been keeping for a week was a sinister one. It made your skin crawl with fear and abhorrence whenever the memories came back. You wanted to erase them and pretend you never saw anything, but you couldn’t. The images had been burned into your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your life. You felt guilty for not going to the police, felt terrible for being unable to speak about it. Maybe that would have lightened the burden on your shoulders.

Through an unfortunate coincidence, you had become the sole witness to a murder committed by one of the local gangs. Their feuds with each other often ended in senseless bloodshed, and Jiwon’s gang was particularly ruthless. It was his people that now had their eyes on you.

Jiwon, at first, had wanted to kill you in order to silence you forever, but he had changed his mind at the last second. Apparently, you could still be useful to him, and so he chose to keep you around. Ever since then, his gang members had been following you wherever you went. They watched your every step.

You had no idea how in the world someone like you would ever be useful to him, but you would soon find out.

 ***

 They were watching you.

A shudder ran down your spine. You kept your eyes on the register as you handed out the change to the customer who had just bought a coffee and a muffin. It was early Monday morning, and the coffee shop was busy as usual at this time. The stream of customers thankfully directed your attention away from your stalkers who watched through the windows, standing on the other side of the street.

You took another order, handed out another steaming cup of coffee to a tired-looking student, and turned to the next customer. Your co-worker Amber Liu was just as busy as you, standing at the counter next to you and taking care of incoming orders. She was a ray of sunshine and always smiled at everyone even when the customer was rude. It was a trait you admired since you didn’t have that kind of patience.

An hour passed and by the time the coffee shop became emptier, it was nine o’clock. Most people were at school or work now which meant you would have some time to breathe. Amber had gone back into the kitchen to take care of the dishes while you stayed at the counter. Your eyes drifted over the few people sitting at the tables nearby, some of them reading the newspaper or typing on their phones. Quiet music originated from the speakers in the corners of the ceiling. It could have been a perfectly normal and relaxed Monday morning if only your anxiety stopped tormenting you.

Finally, you were distracted by the ringing of the bell when someone else entered the shop. Looking up, you met the brown eyes of Baekhyun, and a smile bloomed on your lips. He wore a button-up shirt and black pants, his light blond hair styled as usual.

“Good morning, love,” he said flirtily as he stood in front of the counter.

“Morning. How are you, Baekhyun?” you asked, flustered by the nickname he liked to use. “You’re later than usual today. I hope you’re not in a hurry to get to work.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, no. Something unexpected came up this morning and that’s why I’m late. But my colleagues will understand.”

“That’s a relief,” you smiled. “Do you want the usual?”

“Yes, please.”

You nodded and went to the coffee machine, starting it. As you waited for it to finish, you went back to him to talk some more. He’d become a ray of light in your dark life—someone you always looked forward to meeting every single day.

“You look tired,” he remarked. He put his palms on the counter and leaned closer, scrutinizing the shadows under your eyes. His brows furrowed, showing his concern.

“Ah, yeah,” you mumbled, fidgeting around. “I… I just… can’t sleep well lately. It’s nothing to worry about though. I’m sure it will pass.”

“If you say so,” he answered, not sounding very convinced. “Maybe you should rest after work.”

“Are you worried about me?” you joked.

“Of course I am,” he answered, sounding playful yet looking sincere. “Do you think I come here every day just for the coffee?” He winked, making clear what he meant.

You blushed, your heartbeat speeding up. The fact that he was openly flirting with you made you a little nervous, but not in a bad way. “You’re here for something else?” you asked, pretending to be clueless, though your blush gave your thoughts away.

“Someone, not something,” he corrected amusedly. “I like talking to you. It’s rare to find people like you nowadays… and I think it’s great that you’re into photography too.”

Your passion for photography was one that you shared. And it was the reason why you had begun to talk when he had first come into the coffee shop. He had carried around an old camera, a model that was quite popular even today, but hard to get your hands on. You had been unable to hold back your fascination and asked him so many questions that his coffee had turned cold in the meantime. You’d apologized and made him a new one, prompting him to stay longer just to talk.

That had been the start of your friendship. Over time, you had developed a strong crush on him, even though you barely knew anything about him. You mostly talked about your shared hobby or your work while he stayed reluctant to reveal things about himself. At first, you had assumed he was shy, but later you realized that he was simply a closed-off person.

“I’m glad we met,” you answered cheerfully. “It was quite the coincidence, really.”

You turned to the coffee machine and collected the finished beverage, carrying it to the counter. You added in a little bit of sugar just the way he liked it before you handed him the cup. When he picked it up, you noticed a piece of white bandage sticking out from under his sleeve. Curious, you decided to ask him about it.

“Did you hurt yourself?” you said and nodded your chin towards his hand. He stiffened, caution taking over his features.

“I cut myself by accident when I made dinner last night,” he muttered. The warmth in his brown eyes receded and made way for a cold that you weren’t familiar with. Surprised, you wondered whether you had said something wrong.

“Oh. Be more careful,” you said. “And don’t worry, you’re not the only one who’s bad at cooking.”

“I see,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Put off by his strange behavior, you frowned. “I need to get going. Thanks for the coffee and see you tomorrow!”

“Bye,” you called after him, feeling slight disappointment as he left. You had the sense that your remark about his injury was the cause for his sudden departure. When it came to certain topics, he tended to become repellent, as if he had something to hide. You had no clue what exactly it could be, but you had a hunch that he was involved with the wrong crowd, judging by his tendency to get injured.

Amber came back from the kitchen and joined you at the counter, watching Baekhyun walk down the street. “Something about him makes me uneasy,” she said, furrowing her brows.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously.

Your friend put her hand on her chin, staring at the tiles on the floor. “Sometimes, he has this cold look in his eyes… I think he could be involved in something bad.”

“Maybe…” you said unsurely. When even Amber had noticed, could your suspicion be true?

“It’s strange that he comes here every single day,” Amber replied with a sigh. “I think he likes you… but still, be wary of him.”

 ***

 By the time your shift ended, it was four pm and you were quite tired. This whole time, you had been feeling terrible for obvious reasons, and now you wanted nothing more than to lie in your bed and shut out the entire world.

However, only moments before you could walk into the subway station, someone grabbed your arm and dragged you into an alley. A hand roughly covered your mouth and pressed your head against the wall of a building. Within a second, your heart was racing. You stared into Jiwon’s dark eyes, felt the blade of a knife at your throat. It hurt, digging into your skin, and it would draw blood if he continued to put pressure on it.

“If it isn’t the little bird,” he whispered into your ear. You were shaking uncontrollably as you realized why he had intercepted you on your way home.

He was here to kill you. There was no doubt. He wanted the witness to his crime to be silenced. You looked around fearfully, but aside from two other gang members, you were the only people in the alley. You had to face the harsh truth: you were on your own and nobody would help you.

“If you scream, I’ll slit your throat,” Jiwon threatened before he removed his hand from your mouth. His ruthless tone made you cower away, but you couldn’t get away from him. He held you in an iron grip and the knife was a cruel reminder that your life could be snuffed out any second now.

“Wh-What do you want?” you whispered, your voice breaking in fear.

“You are going to do something for me,” he hissed. “And if you succeed, I’m going to spare your life. If you don’t, I’m going to kill you.”

Your eyes widened. “D-Don’t kill me,” you pleaded. “I’ll do anything!”

“Exactly what I expected to hear,” he smirked. “That guy you talked to this morning, Byun Baekhyun. I want you to get rid of him. He needs to die.”

All color left your face. Your stomach dropped and you forgot to breathe in shock. Kill Baekhyun? No, this had to be a cruel joke. Why would Jiwon want Baekhyun dead? Why would anyone want that? You didn’t understand what was going on.

“Are you listening?” Jiwon snapped when you failed to answer, pushing your smaller body roughly against the wall behind you. The back of your head hit solid stone. Pain flared through your skull.

“Y-Yes,” you said through clenched teeth. “Why do you… want him dead? He never hurt anyone!”

To your horror, Jiwon began to laugh, looking genuinely amused by your question. You hated him so, so much, but you couldn’t do anything. He had a weapon, he was stronger, and the two gang members looming behind him didn’t make you any more confident to escape.

“You really don’t know anything,” he mocked you. “That Byun bastard belongs to a gang that keeps getting in my way. He in particular has been a major pain in the ass lately and I need to take him out. Preferably without casualties on my side, so I figured I could send you instead of my people. He seems to trust you which makes it easier to catch him off guard.”

That was the second shock you were confronted with in such a short time, and this one felt like a punch to your gut. If Jiwon hadn’t been holding you against the wall, your wobbly knees would have given out. You couldn’t believe that Baekhyun was one of them. How could he be a criminal? While you had been suspecting that he had some sort of secret, you wouldn’t have thought him to be in a gang.

Jiwon didn’t care about your shock and continued to explain his plan to you, shoving a small vial filled with liquid into your palm. “This is highly concentrated poison. Put it into his drink when he doesn’t notice,” he said threateningly. He kept the knife close to your throat. “You have three days. If you don’t do it within this period, you are dead. If he finds out, you are dead. The only way for you to survive is if he is taken care of.”

 ***

 The following night was a blur. You barely slept at all. Fear, guilt, and helplessness clouded your thoughts. You were contemplating what to do, how to proceed, staring at the vial that was sitting on your desk. You had looked at it for so long that you even saw it in your mind when you closed your eyes.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you curled into a ball and cried. You didn’t want to kill anyone, but you didn’t want to die either—you wanted to live. Why was it you that had to get caught up in a feud between two dangerous gangs?

Not only did you think about your future actions and their consequences, but also about Baekhyun. You had to redraw the image you had of him, suddenly feeling like he was a stranger. Had he lied to you this whole time? Had the nice attitude only been a façade? What did he even want with you in the first place? You were just a normal woman, nobody special. If he really was in a gang, why bother hanging out with an ordinary person like you?

Your head was filled with countless questions that continued to steal your sleep. In the early morning hours, you finally managed to fall asleep, but your alarm clock soon roused you. Sluggishly, you got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for work, doing all you could to mask your tired complexion with make-up. You skipped breakfast, feeling sick to your stomach as you grabbed your purse and left the house.

Even without seeing them, you knew that your stalkers were already onto you. The moment you stepped outside, you felt their eyes on you. You hated the feeling. It aggravated your restless and desperate state, made you pick up your pace as you hurried to the subway station. Your hands were clammy when they reached for your phone in your pocket. You put on headphones and switched on some random music to distract yourself while you entered the train. Not that it helped much.

You arrived at work a tad late and had to hurry to get to the counter since the shop was already swarmed with customers who were on their way to their workplace. Amber had her hands full and looked relieved when you showed up to help her. Her eyebrows raised seeing your obvious exhaustion, but she bit her lip and swallowed her questions. You were both busy this morning, and for a little while, you managed to push your concerns aside.

That was until a certain someone entered the shop. Normally, you would have been happy to see him, but not today. Your hands curled into fists, clenching so hard that your fingernails dug crescents into your palms. He grinned cheekily at you, but you didn’t have it in you to return his smile.

“Good morning,” he said lightheartedly, leaning his hips against the counter.

“Hello,” you mumbled, lowering your head to look at the register. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Jiwon had probably handed you poison because he knew how easy it would be to sneak it in Baekhyun’s coffee. You hadn’t brought the vial to work though. Not yet.

“Can I get you the usual?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied. His tone conveyed astonishment since he didn’t understand the reason for your reluctance.

You quickly went to the coffee machine and stood in front of it as you waited for it to finish. With shaky fingers, you took the filled cup to carry it to the counter. You were fidgety and accidentally knocked the cup over, spilling the coffee over the countertop.

“Shit,” you hissed, turning to get paper towels to clean the mess up. Baekhyun watched you, scrutinizing you with narrowed eyes. He took some of the paper towels and helped cleaning.

“You’re not yourself today,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“No, don’t lie,” he persisted. You took the paper towel from his hand and threw it away, readying another coffee for him.

“Something is wrong. I’ve known you for a while, but this past week, you have changed. You’ve never been this nervous and distracted.”

His eyes were piercing as he gazed at you, and you were almost sure he could read the answer to his questions in your expression. You froze under his watchful gaze, being all too aware that he wasn’t who you had thought him to be. While you shared your love for photography, there was something crucial that divided you. He was a criminal, and perhaps just as dangerous as Jiwon.

However, other than Jiwon, he had always been kind to you and never threatened you in any way. Then again, his friendly demeanor might as well just be a farce. The conflict in your heart tore you apart. Criminal or not, you didn’t think you had it in you to kill. But were you ready to sacrifice your life for him?

“Baekhyun, there’s nothing wrong, I can assure you that,” you said with a nervous smile.

“You can tell me. Maybe I could help you out,” he muttered. “Honestly, you look like someone’s after you or something.”

You swallowed. How had he figured that out so quickly? He took your ongoing silence as confirmation. His brown eyes hardened.

“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?” he prodded, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “I can help you, love.”

His proximity was intoxicating like the most addicting drug, and even though you tried to stop yourself, you were drawn to him. Your cheeks reddened and your heart fluttered. Whenever he called you love, you were confronted with the strong urge to kiss him, to close the distance between you.

You drew in a breath, concentrating on avoiding his perceptive eyes. “What if I am? How would you help me?” you asked.

His fingers held your chin and tilted it up gently but firmly. Your gazes met. “This isn’t the best place to discuss it,” he whispered. “How about we meet for dinner tonight and have a talk?”

“O-Okay,” you breathed, overwhelmed. Your brain stopped working and all you could think of was how incredibly silky his voice was, how soft his light-blond hair looked.

“Good,” he replied. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he pulled out his phone. “Tell me your number and I’ll send you my address.”

Your flustered self somehow managed to tell him your phone number while your heart continued to pound furiously in your chest. He saved it in his contact list, sliding the phone back into his jeans pocket.

“Don’t look so glum, love. We’ll find a solution for the problem,” he said, picking up his coffee before he turned to leave. “See you soon!”

The door to the shop closed and you were alone, standing rooted to the spot for minutes. Your eyes were locked to the door, dazed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you told yourself, stumbling back until you hit the wall. You raked your hands through your hair exasperatedly and sunk to the floor, sitting in a hunched position. Why had you agreed to a damn dinner? You were supposed to kill him, not go on a date with him.

“This is sick,” you muttered and tiredly rubbed your aching temples. “How could I ever kill him?”

 ***

 It was your fear for your life that drove you to put the vial with the poison into your pocket that evening. He had sent you a text just half an hour earlier, inviting you to his home. And that was where you arrived right at this moment.

You stood in front of his apartment door, ringing the doorbell. Uneasily shifting around, you clutched your purse with one hand. The fingers of your other hand drummed on your thigh restlessly. You had put on make-up earlier and chosen an elegant outfit for the evening. If the circumstances of your visit had been different, you would have considered this a date.

It wasn’t a date at all, though. What would you call this? A premeditated murder about to happen? Bile rose in your throat. You were nauseous, and with every second that ticked by, the feeling grew worse. How could you even look him in the eyes? Even though you hadn’t acted yet, the guilt was eating you up from inside, torturing you.

When he opened the door for you, your heart almost stopped. He was dressed up as well which you noticed immediately. It aggravated your guilt. He must have been looking forward to seeing you—not knowing what you were about to do. You bit down on your lower lip so hard you tasted iron.

The white button-up he wore emphasized his lean built, his broad shoulders, and his slim waist. He had tucked it into his black pants and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. His hair was a little disheveled, suggesting he hadn’t had time to comb it before you arrived. Some blond strands hung into his forehead, making him appear more attractive than he already was. You were torn between blushing the color of a tomato and feeling awful for your intentions.

“Hello, love,” he grinned and let you in, closing the door behind you.

“Good evening,” you replied nervously, handing him your jacket when he offered to put it on a hanger. In your anxious state, you barely noticed the surprisingly expensive furniture that filled his apartment. It was modern, consisting of grey and white tones.

“Are you hungry already, or do you want to eat later?” he asked.

Given how nauseous you were feeling, food was the last you wanted. “Later is fine,” you replied. “I would like to… to talk first.” You wanted to drag it out as long as possible because you knew that you weren’t ready to do it.

Understanding swimming in his brown eyes, he nodded. “That’s fine. Then we’ll do it that way,” he said and nodded towards a room to your right. “The living room is over there. I’ll join you in a moment.”

You sighed inwardly and walked into the room, surprised at its size. One wall consisted entirely of a glass pane that allowed a gorgeous view of the city while the opposite wall was decorated with a huge flatscreen tv. His trusted camera laid on the small cabinet underneath it. You sat on the wide grey sofa and waited for him to join you.

Hearing his steps approach, you turned to the door where he appeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. He put everything down on the coffee table, smiling cheekily at you.

“I hope you like wine?” he asked. “I also have other beverages if you prefer something else.”

“N-No, wine is okay.”

He opened the bottle and poured the red liquid into your glasses, handing one of them to you. Instead of drinking from it, you stared at it with a dull gaze. You were well aware that he had just presented you with the perfect opportunity to go through with Jiwon’s plan. Just a few drops of poison in Baekhyun’s wine and then… You would be free. You only needed him to leave the room for a moment, perhaps you could make up some sort of excuse… Your breaths became erratic in panic and you hastily set the glass down on the coffee table. No. You couldn’t even think about it.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, love? You’ve been so nervous tonight, and I’m afraid it’s not because of me,” he remarked, keeping his tone serious despite his flirty words. With some difficulty, you forced yourself to look at him.

“I can offer you protection,” he added.

“That sounds… awfully generous,” you replied. The vial you kept hidden in your pocket weighed a ton.

“Anything for you, love,” he said, his features softening. The ache in your heart grew as his smile warmed. “I need you to fully trust me, though, and that’s why we should talk about a few things first. Have you ever heard of the name Exo?”

“I… Yes. Everyone in this area knows… it’s one of the gangs,” you answered. It was fairly obvious now what he was on about, but you pretended to be clueless.

“Then let me get straight to the point. What I told you about my job was a lie. I’m not working for a trading company. The truth is that I’m a member of Exo,” he explained. “I’m sorry for lying to you, but I needed to keep my identity a secret.”

He studied your reaction calmly, waiting for an outburst, or any negative reaction, but all he saw was deep-rooted fear in your eyes. “I know that it’s a lot to swallow, but I can assure you that you don’t need to be scared of me or any of my friends,” he continued in a calm tone.

“I think… there are worse people in this town than you,” was all you said in response.

He leaned forward, freezing you in your spot with his cool gaze. “Why don’t you tell me more about those people?” The underlying threat in his words made you quiver. He indeed was more dangerous than you had thought him to be… but at this point you were so desperate you didn’t even care anymore. So what if he was in a gang? So what if he had blood on his hands? You knew that he wasn’t a heartless person.

What about you though?

Something in you snapped when you saw the hidden concern behind his anger. Your desperation boiled over suddenly. You hardly had a chance to mask it. The vial in your pocket was made of fire, burning through the fabric of your pants and singing your skin. You couldn’t take the pressure anymore.

“I… I’m sorry, but… I think I need a moment,” you stuttered.

“It’s all a bit much, hm?” he said quietly. “Calm down, love.”

“C-Can I use your bathroom?”

“It’s right down the hallway,” he said, and you shot up from the sofa, disappearing from view.

Inside the bathroom, you stood in front of the sink, taking deep and heaving breaths. Your heart was racing. This was wrong. You stared at your reflection, looking into your eyes. Did you really want to save your own skin by murdering someone else? Was that the kind of person you wished to be?

“What the fuck are you even doing here?” you asked yourself and glared at your reflection accusingly. Your shaky hands reached into your pocket to pull out the small vial. You held it with your index finger and thumb, watching the liquid slosh around inside.

If you wanted to walk away from this mess alive, you would need to put this into his wine when he wasn’t looking. It would probably not take long for him to die, taking into account what Jiwon had told you. And it would be impossible for anyone to link you to the murder. Nobody but Baekhyun knew that you visited him this evening. You could just get it over with and move on with your life. You would be rid of Jiwon and his threats and your life would go back to normal.

Tears burned in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you breathed as you stared at your reflection. Deep within your heart, you already knew what you would do. You had known all along.

Your choice would be fatal for one of you.

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Not alone.

Baekhyun invited you to his club to have a some fun after a stressful day and you went all the way to look pretty for him, wearing a red tight dress ending in the middle of your thighs and the perfume he loves on you. He loved it when he came to pick you up, making you twirl to give him a full view and he slapped your ass when you faced him again, making you stumble to his chest and kissed you deeply, almost giving up going to the club but then he decides to show off, leading you out of your shared apartment.

On the road he kept one hand on your thigh, massaging your skin from time to time and after arriving he told you to wait for him at VIP section above the dancing floor while he went to greet his friends. So you did as told and walked by yourself, already knowing the way to the VIP and when you were closer to the glass door you heard an annoying voice, recognizing it as your ex.

"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" You rolled eyes at his audacity to think you needed to explain anything.

"Go mind your business, I am not alone." You remark coldly, not even bothering to look at him until he held your wrist.

"I don't see anyone but me with you, it may be dangerous, you know." You throw invisible daggers at his skull, hearing him talk as if he care, being a piece of shit himself.

"You will be the one in danger in the next 5 seconds if you don't let go of me right now." You answer ready to take the knife attached to your thigh.

"Listen, you bi-"

"You're not disrespecting my fiance like that." Baekhyun interrupted coming from behind you and asserting his presence with a strong tone and your ex lost the grip on your wrist as fast as the wind.

"Here's your Martini, my queen." Baekhyun looked at you giving you a fancy glass and pointed you to get in the VIP room and signalizing two of his bodyguards to come out, making him company with the guy.

"Take him to the back and cut his tongue so he doesn't make more noise. He's too much of a hassle." He finish his command giving a pat on the guards shoulders and they obey, leading the guy out of the club. Baekhyun fix his jacket and open the door to finally give you the well deserved attention with a faint smile, being the sweet lover he is.

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