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abbeybutnottheroad · 1 year

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New Year, New Mistakes

Y/N is attending her best friend’s new year eves party, where she meets Harry, who seems like quite an asshole if she should say so herself. But she goes home with him anyways, because even though he is an arrogant son of a bitch, we still like him.

Pairing: Y/N & Harry

Warnings: Annoying harry;) Smut ft. Kitchen sex. Unprotected sex! pls don’t do that irl.

Wordcount: 7902

Hope you enjoy!

And Happy New Years.

Joining the new year, a lot of people choose to live by the words “new year, new me”.

You’d lived through enough New Year Eves to know, that promise was a load of crap. Because let’s face it, nobody changes over night. No, that happens through lots of commitment, hard work, consistency, and motivation. It can take months, years, and that’s if you even change at all.

Nevertheless, you found yourself standing out on the balcony of your best friend’s apartment, unnecessarily loud music and people shouting from the party going on behind you, promising yourself just that. New year, new you.

You looked over the many city lights flickering in front of you, joined by an illuminated sky above filled with fireworks in every colour imaginable and various shapes. A glass of champagne rested in your right hand while your left clenched around the cold iron railing. You took a deep breath as you heard the countdown beginning.

“TEN, NINE, EIGHT”

This was it, the final seconds of a year you honestly thought would never end.

“SEVEN, SIX, FIVE”

The final seconds before a whole new year opened in front of you, laying like white, fresh, untread snow at your feet.

“FOUR, THREE, TWO.”

The final second before a new chance at being you.

“ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the many euphoric voices erupting behind you. Lifting the glass of champagne to your lips, you whispered a happy new year Y/N, before downing the whole thing.

Soon after a sudden blow came from behind, pushing you further into the railing, and two arms squeezed around your stomach, inviting you into their warm embrace.

“Happy new year, to my favourite person in the whole world.” Nora’s sweet voice whispered into your ear, before you felt a kiss on your left cheek.

“Happy new year to my second favourite person in the whole world.” You whispered back to her, chuckling when you saw the much-expected pout on her face.

“Heeey, who beat me?” she whined.

You shrugged before casually explaining. “You know no one compares to Keanu Reeves, honey. I’m sorry.”

Nora retracted herself, to stand beside you. “No, I know. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking, silly me.” she sighed defeatedly. “At least I’m second.”

“And nobody could ever beat you to that, I promise.” You smiled, kissing her on the cheek as well, returning the sweet gesture.

“What are you doing out here all alone? It’s freezing.”

It was freezing indeed, and your little red satin dress was not doing a great job at keeping you warm. But what did that matter when you at least looked hot.

“I just needed to gather my thoughts a bit, I guess.”

“I’m sorry if I ruined a moment hon, like if you just wanted to start the new year by yourself?” Nora said, grabbing your hand that was still holding the railing. You turned it so you could intertwine your fingers with hers.

“I think I more so wanted to end the old year by myself, rather than I wanted to start the new year by myself. You know your company is always welcome.”

“Yeah, I know.” She assured, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.”

“NORA, JIMMY IS THROWING UP!”

You both turned to look through the glass sliding doors that opened into the apartment. Your mutual friend Hannah was mushed up against them, banging on the glass with her hand, desperately trying to get Nora’s attention.

Nora chuckled, while slightly shaking her head, at the mentioning of her boyfriend already being sick so early in the party.

“I swear to god I should’ve made a bet with someone about this” she muttered, before making her way back into the living room.

You wished her good luck to which she turned around and blew you a kiss, closing the sliding door behind her.

You got lost in your thoughts again, enchanted by the fireworks and the champagne having gotten to your head. You failed to notice another person joining you on the balcony, until they spoke up beside you.

“You fancy a cigarette?”

You jumped a little, startled by the unexpected approach. The first thing you saw as you looked in the direction of the voice, was a worn pack of cigarettes presented in front of you by a hand with a little cross at the thumb. You looked further up, following the tuxedo covered arm all the way up to the face of the man who had appeared.

A slight smirk was visible on his lips, probably amused by your reaction. His eyes scanned over your face, as you looked back, scanning over his as well.

After a couple of seconds his right eyebrow raised, a silent reminder about the question you yet hadn’t answered, and his hand impatiently shook the pack still held out in front of him.

“Oh, no, no thank you,” You shook your head “I don’t smoke.”

“All right,” he said, putting the pack up to his mouth, grabbing one of the cigarettes between his lips, pulling it out. “Just for me then,” He muttered, making the cigarette now caught between his lips tilt slightly as he spoke. He took a lighter from his front pocket, flexing his jaw as he concentrated on lighting the smoke, a satisfying puff leaving him as he succeeded, replacing both items back in the same pocket.

You looked away from him again, needing to focus on something else, as you were sure you’d never seen anyone smoking a cigarette making it that attractive.

You were quiet for a while, as he seemed to be enjoying the view as well. The fireworks had died down a bit more, but still appeared occasionally. Your thoughts were going a mile an hour. Had he been wanting to be alone out here just like you had? Did he want you to leave but was just too polite to say it? Would it be awkward if you just left without saying anything? Should you introduce yourself?

What a great way to be a “new you” this year Y/N, not at all awkward.

You were starting to get cold, feeling yourself shaking a bit, so you figured you might as well make your way inside before you got pneumonia. But the mystery man spoke up again before you could.

“This is going to sound so cliché.” He sighed, squinting his eyes, sounding tired of himself before he’d even finished what he was going to say, but turned to look at you and continued, nonetheless.

“But I can tell you’re freezing your ass off, so if you insist on staying out here, would you at least let me offer you, my jacket?”

His kind offer took you completely by surprise and for a couple of seconds you didn’t really know what to say as you yet hadn’t comprehended his words fully.

“I, uhm, that’s… that’s very kind of you. But… won’t, wont’ you be cold then?” You stammered, unsure of how to respond to such an offer from a stranger.

He chuckled at that, almost condescendingly. “Can’t be as much as you already are love.” He took another drag of the cigarette, once again waiting impatiently for you to answer. He seemed to be very impatient in general.

Something about his attitude provoked you though, and you thought it better not to make closer relations with him. New year, new you. You’d had enough of his kind in the past, enough of controlling men, enough of bad attitudes, enough of playboys.

“I’m fine, really. Thank you though.” You gritted, sending him a forced smile, hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone.

He didn’t.

“That was the wrong answer.” He tutted, still a condescending tone hiding behind his words.

“Excuse me?” you turned your head to face him, no longer understanding the interaction you were having.

“See, I made it a question to be polite, because I don’t know you, but what I meant was this: You’re either going to put my jacket on, or I will, one, put it on you, for you, or two, carry you back inside.”

The pure audacity of this man was beyond you, and it honestly left you quite speechless. Who in the world did the think he was talking to you like that? You couldn’t tell if he was in fact serious or offended by your rejection. Maybe both.

“Is that a threat?” You asked, now having turned your body so you were facing him completely.

He rolled his eyes like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard, before mirroring your gesture. “Do you feel threatened?”

“More so, I feel offended. I’m a grown woman, I can make decisions for myself, thank you very much.”

“Apparently you can’t, since you’re out here about to pass out from hypothermia.” He muttered under his breath, keeping his voice annoyingly calm, even though you were about to rip your hair out from annoyance.

“And what if that is an active decision I’ve made, huh? What if I want to pass out from hypothermia?” You knew how you sounded, like a complete moron. But you needed to make a point, nonetheless.

“Well then you shouldn’t make decisions for yourself.” He hissed; a trace of frustration now distinguishable in his voice as well. He took a last puff of the cigarette before throwing it off the roof, keeping eye contact with you. “So, which will it be?”

“I think I’ll voluntarily go back inside if it means getting away from you.”

His eyebrows furrowed for only a second, before he nodded in approval.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything else, just turned around and stomped unnecessarily hard with your heels, getting away from him as fast as possible. You were equally annoyed at him for ruining your idyllic new year’s mood, equally annoyed at yourself for letting him patronize you like that.

You pushed the glass door to the side, treading into the warmth of the living room. The before muffled background noise, now became loud and clear. People dancing, singing along to the music, talking, the smell of liquor, beer and a dozen different perfumes all mixed together overwhelmed your senses, a complete contrast to the cold evening air and the occasional sound of fireworks. It didn’t take long for you to conclude, that you needed a drink.

“What did you and Harry talk about?” Nora asked, standing on the other side of the kitchen island, filled with various liquor bottles and mixer options, available to make just about every cocktail you could imagine.

She had finally convinced Jimmy it would be best if he went to bed, though he was adamant on staying up until midnight, to which Nora kindly so had to explain to him, baby, midnight was half an hour ago.

“So that’s his name. You know that asshole?” You asked, greatly occupied by debating whether or not you should poor more vodka into your glass.

“Honey, it’s my party. I invited him.”

You decided to poor more.

“So… what did you talk about?” she continued when you didn’t answer. You skimmed over her face quickly, barely lifting your head.

“Oh, come on!” Curiousness was evident in her eyes as she leaned on the table with both elbows, resting her head in her hands. “You were out there for quite a while; you must have talked about something? I know him well enough to know, that he couldn’t have resisted making a move on you.”

You put the bottle of tonic down, quietly cutting a lemon in half, squeezing the juice into your cocktail and stirred it around a bit, successfully having made a vodka tonic. You took a much-craved sip before answering.

“I think he most likely was trying to get rid of me. And he succeeded big time.”

“Was he that bad?”

“Very patronizing.”

“That’s just how he is. Harry’s very… bad-tempered and used to getting his way.” She reasoned.

“Someone should tell him not to be like that then. It’s very uncharismatic.” You said, which made Nora lose her smile.

“Look, he has had a very though youth, he doesn’t always really know how to interact with people. But he always means well. I promise.”

“How do you even know him?” You asked, curious as to why she was so keen on standing up for the guy.

“He’s my boss.”

You nearly spit out your drink.

“He’s what? Have I just talked that way to your boss?” You panicked, worried that you could get your best friend fired from how you’d treated him.

“Well, he is not directly my boss, only kind of. I mean, he technically owns the company that I run. But he rarely ever interferes with anything. He’s become my friend during the past couple of months, he has been getting a lot more involved actually.”

You didn’t think your eyes could widen any more, but even so, they did.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick. I talked to him like that, and he is your boss.” You whisper-yelled

While you were freaking out, Nora had walked around the kitchen island, making her way over to you. She laid a comforting hand on your back trying to get you to calm down.

“Honey, nothing justifies him disrespecting, I was just trying to give you an explanation for his behaviour because it seemed like you were looking for one.”

“Yeah, I guess I was. But I wasn’t counting on that. I should really apologize so you won’t get in trouble.” You managed to reason between erratic sips of your drink.

“No hey, you have nothing to apologize for, you didn’t know, you didn’t do anything wrong. Remember, new year, new you. Which includes to stop apologizing for things that doesn’t need to be apologized for.”

Nora had this way of being both unconditionally kind to even the biggest assholes, and simultaneously knowing how to stand up for herself (and the people she loves) in a very considerate way. She acknowledges that it isn’t always people’s own fault that they are assholes, but still doesn’t let them excuse any bad behaviour because of it. She was your role model.

“But go on, over to him. Ask him about it.” She urged, nodding in the direction of the balcony where he was still standing. He was leaning with his arms on the railing, head bend up towards the sky.

“Are you insane? I’m not going to go over to your boss and ask him about his troubled youth. Are you trying to get yourself fired?”

“I think he would love to talk to you.” She sang.

“And I think you’re drunker than I thought.”

“Suit yourself, you’re just postponing the inevitable.”

You were three vodka tonics in and had during the last hour or so subconsciously kept an eye on Harry. You weren’t trying to fool yourself; he was very pleasing to look at. And to your annoyance, something about him had piqued your interest. Maybe it was his impressive lack of communication skills, or let’s face it, his annoyingly handsome face, awakening a skin hunger within you.

You were still standing by the kitchen island with a few other people, having a clear view of the rest of the party going on in the living room. Harry was standing with a couple of guys you didn’t know but assumed worked at the same company as him and Nora. They seemed to be engaged in remote conversation while observing the game of beer pong being played.

Your eyes had only left his figure for a moment, to look down at your phone vibrating in your hand, notifying you that somebody had tagged you in a post on instagram, but when you looked up again, he was gone.

You stood bewildered for a few seconds, before a low voice whispered in your ear from behind, taking you by surprise.

“Bored?”

“God, you need to stop doing that.” You automatically clutched your hands over your chest, gazing sceptically at Harry who was now standing beside you.

“Sorry” He smiled sheepishly, an unexpectedly boyish look on his face. Was he… drunk?

“It’s okay.” You breathed, looking him over. He had taken his suit jacket off, leaving him in black trousers and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, to your surprise revealing his left arm completely covered in various tattoos.

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

He rolled his eyes at your incomprehension “Bored.”

“A little bit maybe.” You shrugged. The party wasn’t that wild anymore, considering it peaked about an hour ago. Nora had gone to bed already, tired from planning the gathering all day.

“Come with me then.” Harry smiled, nodding his head toward the front door of the apartment, backing a few steps away from you.

You turned to face him.

“Where are we going?” You asked, squinting your eyes the slightest, curious about his sudden invitation.

He just looked at you, still a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“Clever girl.”

You sighed, an internal debate storming around in your head. And as if he could hear you, he asked, “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“You could turn out to be a psychopath and kill me.” You stated, knowing that was probably overacting a bit, but he did ask.

“I don’t need to be a psychopath to kill you.” He stated bluntly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his apparent obliviousness to social interaction. “Was that supposed to be comforting?”

He considered for a moment, tilting his head to the side. “Did you find it comforting?”

A feeling of déjà vu overtook you, as this resembled your earlier conversation impressively much.

“Do you have any idea how annoying you are?”

“No, but if you come with me, I’ll let you educate me on the subject.” He suggested while holding out an awaiting hand for you to take, as if it was an offer, you wouldn’t be able to refuse.

Even though a part of you couldn’t help but scream that you were going to regret this, it was your first opportunity to live up to your damned “new year, new you” motto. Being more adventurous was at the top of your list for a reason. For a bit too long, you had found too much comfort in spending your nights alone on your sofa. And though there is nothing wrong with that, you found that the books you tend to get lost in all those nights, were about things just like this. Adventures, taking chances, finding romance in the least expected places, saying yes. Because there is always going to be another night you can spend alone in your pyjamas reading a book or watching a movie. But there is never going to be another night where you can say yes to the offer the man in front of you was making right now.

So, you did it. You reached out your hand, slowly laying it in his. A tingle went through your body at the feeling of his long fingers wrapping around your much smaller ones, letting him guide you to the front door of the apartment.

A pleased smile was apparent on his face, and briefly you considered changing your mind, just for the sake of provoking him and his habit of getting his way.

“Do you have a jacket?” He asked, reaching for his, which was hanging on the coat stand by the door.

“In my car.”

“Hmm,” he huffed hesitatingly. “Will you be good now, and let me give you mine then?”

“If you tell me where we’re going.” You tried to persuade, but the look on his face quickly told you, that no such thing was going to happen.

“You’re very hard to make compromises with, you know that?” You declared displeased.

“That’s because I don’t make compromises.” He grinned, satisfied with your compliance.

“How in the world do people work with you?” You asked, surprised how he could ever come to own a company, with that attitude.

“They don’t.” He stated, laying his large jacket around your shoulders, before opening the door gesturing for you to step out into the hallway first.

“They work for me.”

You still didn’t know where you were going, but you were for some reason following Harry blindly, despite his determination to withhold the destination from you, regardless of your many inquiries. You had walked for about five minutes, turning a few blocks here and there, that you didn’t recognise.

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” You asked him again. It nearly pained you to see him walking around without a jacket on. You suggested that you could run to your car to get yours, but he said it didn’t matter.

He closed his eyes briefly, clearly annoyed by your worry about his wellbeing. You just didn’t understand how it was better that he died of hypothermia instead of you.

“Could you at least roll your sleeves down?”

“If you ask me one more time I swear to god.”

“You’re going to what? Kill me?” You teased. In the short time you’d spent together you quickly learned that tormenting him was quite fun.

“Don’t tempt me.” He warned.

“Oh, come on Harry, you’re not as intimidating as you want to seem. I bet there is a big old softie hidden beneath that exterior. Like a proper cliché.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at your apparent observation. “What makes you say that?”

You held your point finger up in front of you, before stating, “First of all, your refusal to let me go anywhere outside without a jacket on, very gentleman of you even though it can seem quite patronizing. Second, if Nora likes you, you must be somewhat of a good guy. She’s very picky with who she calls friends.”

He seemed to consider your words for a moment, not immediately pleased by them.

For a few minutes neither of you said anything, you just walked in silence. The streets were unusually empty, every person in the city probably occupied by their own new years party. Occasionally you walked past someone, or a car drove by. Loud music and happy cheering also appeared from various apartments or houses along the small side streets you were wandering along.

“So, Nora told me that you’ve had a troubled youth.” It was the only subject that crossed your mind, and she had suggested that you asked him about it.

He side-glanced at your comment. “Did she now.”

“Yes. She said that’s why you can seem very bad-tempered and doesn’t know how to communicate with people.”

Okay some part of you was trying to piss him off, get the upper hand for a bit.

“Are you always this unfiltered to speak with?”

“Well, you aren’t exactly making conversation yourself, it was the only thing I could think of.”

He scoffed at your words; with a disbelieving look on his face. “Really? The only thing, you could think to talk about. Out of all the things in the world?”

You held your hands up in self-defence “Alright, maybe I am curious about the strange man I’m impulsively following in the middle of the night to God knows where. Is that so wrong?”

“I’m not a strange man.” He grumbled.

“You’re not a known man either. Not to me.”

He didn’t say anything, and you didn’t speak again either, not wanting to press him to talk about the subject if he didn’t want to.

“I did.” He admitted after a while. “I did, have a troubled youth. I went to jail for a while.” He was looking straight ahead down the road, as if he didn’t dare to turn and see your reaction.

“For what?” You asked timidly.

“It was stupid. I owed this guy some money because… well because I didn’t have a lot of money. Turns out he was a part of a gang and when he found out I couldn’t pay him back, he made me make it up to him.”

He glanced at you briefly, and you nodded for him to continue. He sighed.

“He had me do different small crimes, like selling cocaine, weed. Breaking into some houses.”

“Small crimes?”

“Compared to what he did, they were small yes. He called them the easy jobs. But somehow the cops got a sniff of him, his gang and everyone involved with them. They ransacked my apartment where they of course found drugs. Luckily, I only went to jail for a year because I testified against him. He got ten.” His shoulders fell down with the last word, like he was relieved he was done telling the story.

“How did you come to own a company then?”

His lips showed a small smile at your question. “A kind man believed that I truly wanted to get out of the mess I was in. He believed in me, which, uhm… yeah, which made me believe in myself, I guess. He was the owner of the company. He died a year ago, left it all to me.”

“Wow,” You breathed.

“Yeah, I couldn’t quite believe it myself.”

Harry slowed down, before coming to a complete halt in front of a large, white apartment building.

“We’re here.” He announced, making you turn your head from the building to him in confusion.

You didn’t know what you’d expected, but it wasn’t this.

“What is here exactly?”

“My, uhm, my apartment.” Harry shyly admitted, closely studying your face to see your reaction. Frankly you didn’t know how you even should react.

“You brought me to your apartment?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, looking very timid. In complete contrast to the Harry, you’d met two hours ago.

You couldn’t help but smile at his foolishness. “Why didn’t you just ask me if I wanted to go home with you?”

“Would you have said yes?”

You hesitated a bit too long for him to believe that you would have agreed. But the truth was, that your mind couldn’t compose a thought coherent enough for you to even imagine the scenario of him asking you to go home with him, which made it even that harder to figure out if you would’ve in fact said yes or not.

“My point.” He stated when you still hadn’t answered.

“But how is this better? How do you know I’m not just going to turn around and walk back now?” You asked, trying to understand his supposed plan.

“First of all,” he began, looking serious as ever while holding up a finger, imitating what you had done earlier. “You’re not going to walk anywhere at this time of night. If you want to go, I will get you a cab. Second of all,” he paused, taking a step closer to you, “do you want to go?”

“No” You surprised yourself at your admission. His attitude had apparently grown on you.

The slightest smile played on his lips, the glint in his eyes had returned at his newfound confidence of your willingness to stay with him.

“I’m glad.” He nodded. The confession surprised you as it was the most gratitude, he had shown all evening.

Harry’s apartment was no smaller than huge. In size, it fitted the description of a company owner very much. In interior, not so much. It wasn’t what you’d normally expect from a young, single man either. The living room was surprisingly colorful, as opposed to the black, white, and grey colour scheme you found their apartments were usually limited to. He had a wall in the living room solely occupied by bookcases filled to the rim with books, expect for the bottom shelves which were dedicated to probably the largest collection of vinyl records you’d ever seen. The apartment was kind of messy, but in an organized and cozy way, because it didn’t look like it was because he was too lazy to clean up, it just looked like he had too many things to find room for them anywhere else.

“Would you like something?” He asked from behind you.

You turned around to see him standing with one shoulder leaning against the entrance to the kitchen.

“I have water, wine, or I can make us a drink if you want that. You can have anything you want.” He offered.

“Wine would be great.” You answered, walking over to join him in the kitchen, which was nearly as large as the living room.

“Why did you decide to take me home with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I wasn’t necessarily nice to you.”

He seemed to consider for a moment while fetching two glasses from one of the ridiculously many cupboards and opening a bottle of wine.

“Nora has talked about you a lot, she really adores you. I find you interesting… and beautiful. Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Nora talks about me?” You asked shyly, trying to ignore the compliments he just gave you. It made the butterflies in your stomach wake up. “Every. Day.” he enunciated, to emphasise just how much. “Why did you want to come with me?” He reciprocated the question.

You didn’t have to tell him it was because you found him unusually attractive since the small smile he absentmindedly had on his face while he poured you both a glass of wine, told you that he already knew that. He walked over to you with both glasses in his hands, handing you one. You appreciatively accepted it and sat yourself down on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. Harry remained standing opposite you.

“You know, the last thing I promised myself tonight, before the new year began, was that I would stop making mistakes like these. Same old mistakes.” You blurted out to him. You didn’t really know where that confession came from. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Harry froze in his actions. “I’m a mistake?”

You took a sip of wine, shrugging your shoulders. “No not you per se, I just had too many bad experiences, I guess.”

“Experiences?”

“I haven’t been that lucky with guys. I’ve had a tendency to attract idiots and selfish pricks.”

He raised his eyebrows at that, surprised by your choice of words.

“God no, I’m not calling you a selfish prick. Oh, that sounded so wrong. You’re not a selfish prick, I’m sorry. I like you, in fact, I just…I just promised myself not to go home with guys like this anymore, since it rarely has ended up being a good experience.”

“Hmm, I’ll definitely have to make up for that.” He smirked.

“It’s not your fault other guys are assholes.” You sighed, putting both your hands over your face to momentarily hide from his stare, it seemed able to look right through you and into your brain sometimes. Very invading.

Harry put his glass down on the counter and made his way over to stand in front of you. He placed his hands on your waist and turned your body in the chair to face him, tilting his head to the side.

“Y/N?” He whispered, sounding a lot more serious than seconds before, squeezing your waist lightly to get your attention. You removed your hands, making your features visible to him again and leaned your head back so you could look him properly in the eyes, a slight hint of nervousness running through you at his sudden change in demeanour.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” He said, tone still so gentle that you’d had to be as close as you were to hear him clearly. Genuine concern was in his eyes.

You tilted your head to the side as if indicating that you didn’t know what he was talking about, though you had a slight suspicion.

He sighed and continued.

“On the balcony. It wasn’t a very good first impression. When you said it had felt patronizing, I…I don’t want to be like that. Men like that aren’t, they aren’t nice. So, yeah, I’m sorry for that.” He sounded out of breath as the last word left him, almost like it was physically hard for him to admit that.

“It’s okay Harry, don’t worry about it. I was pissed yeah, but now I know you didn’t mean any harm by it.” You soothed.

He looked relieved by your forgiveness, the crease between his eyebrows lessened.

“It’s just, I’m not always very good… at… expressing myself properly.”

“You don’t say.” You chuckled amused by the timid state he was in.

He huffed at your teasing. “You make it very hard to be kind to you sometimes.”

“Mmmh, what else do I make hard?” You asked clearly surprising him. A blush crept onto his cheeks making your insides do a little jump. You liked having this effect on him, liked making him flustered.

“You are going to be the death of me, you know.” He ran his hands frustratedly over his face and up through his hair. “This is not good for my ego at all. I’m apologizing and everything.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at that. “Oh please, I beg to differ! I think it’s exactly what your ego needs Mr. people don’t work with me, they work for me. Being humbled a bit could do you good.”

“I thought about something?” He changed the subject.

“What?”

“If you’re tired of making the same old mistakes, which by any means is fair, maybe I could be your new mistake then, yeah?” He charmed, undoubtedly knowing how cheesy that sounded. Nevertheless, it worked, which he undoubtedly also knew.

“I think I would like that a lot actually.”

“You would?”

“Very.”

“And you know, the way I see it, you’re technically not breaking your resolution.” A proud look was on his face, as if he had just discovered the greatest loophole of all time.

“Oh my god harry, you’re so smart. No wonder you own a company. I bet every girl just wants to fuck the shit out of you.” You feigned in a fake high pitched voice.

He squinted his eyes together in annoyance over your mocking.

“Not every girl,” he said, running his hand up and down your side. “But luckily for me, you do want to fuck the shit out me, no?” He asked, eyes sparkling with curiousness as to what your answer would be. His words send a chill down your spine.

“Something like that.” You confirmed.

His eyes glazed over with something else for a moment, concentratedly following the movement of his hand which reached up to replace a strand of your hair.

“You are really beautiful.” He said, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You’ve never seen someone go from sexual deviant to adorable puppy so quickly before.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He pouted.

“I’m not,” You assured. “But thank you, I think you’re beautiful as well.”

The sweetest, boyish smile erupted on his face, and you could’ve sworn you even saw a blush creep up on his cheeks. “Really?” He asked.

“Harry, you’re one of the prettiest human beings I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Slowly he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. All teasing had disappeared, like he was sincerely thanking you with a kiss.

In a swift second it was as if all self-discipline left both your bodies. Like that single little kiss ignited a fire within you and no amount of water was enough to put it out again before you both had burst into flames.

The kiss got more heated, your mouths opened up to each other, intertwining your tongues in a choreographed dance that seemed so natural and familiar, like you had rehearsed it for years. Your hands ran up his arms, lingering on his biceps to feel the muscles contracting underneath your palms, as he squeezed at your sides to keep you still. You ran them further up to his shoulders, behind his neck, finally finding rest in his soft curls pulling at them the slightest, making a satisfied groan escape his mouth and disappear into yours.

He ran his hand further down your side, on a determined path towards the edge of your dress. “Is this okay darling?” He asked, as his fingers found your inner thigh, drawing soothing circles with his thumb.

“Yes.” You nearly whined, fervently nodding your head for him to continue, scooting to the edge of your seat to get him closer. At your approval he moved further up your leg, towards your burning core, fingertips lightly dancing over your sensitive skin leaving goosebumps in their trail. He acted at an agonizingly slow pace, as if teasing both himself and you. A hiss left him when he felt over the small damp spot left on your panties. Finally, he pushed the fabric of your underwear aside, coming skin to skin with your damp pussy.

“Need to have you all warm and ready.” He whispered in your ear beginning to move his fingers in hypnotizing circles. One of your hands went to grip his shoulder, steadying yourself against him, otherwise you were sure you’d fall over. He reached his other arm to wrap completely around your waist, helping you staying vertical as well.

Just as he pushed a finger inside, he leaned down to kiss you again gladly swallowing down your moan. It didn’t take long for you to be wet enough for him to insert another, making you clench your legs together in pleasure.

“Does That feel good angel?” He began to thrust them into you harder, curling them at just the right angle.

“Am- amazing.” You managed to reassure between unstable breaths.

“Doing so well for me,” He soothed while those talented fingers of his were working magic with you writhing in his hold.

“Harry,” you whined not being able to take his teasing anymore.

“What is it love?”

“If… if you keep doing that, I’m-” You let out a squeak, as he moved his fingers even faster against you.

“You’re what?” He taunted, knowing exactly what you were about to say. You could just make out the cocky smirk evident on his lips.

“I’m going to come Harry, please.”

He abruptly stilled his fingers against your burning core. “Oh, I can’t have you coming just yet darling.”

You just about fell flat against his chest, completely out of breath, a noise of complete despair leaving you.

“What do I do with you now?” He pondered.

You felt like you could rip your hair out. This man was making you crazy, and he knew it. Asshole. He took a small step back to look at you and his eyes became even more overflooded with lust, as he observed the state, he’d managed to put you in.

You were still breathing heavily, and you were certain you looked completely gone already.

Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they impulsively started untucking his shirt from his trousers, quickly working your fingers over the many buttons.

To your great enjoyment, even more tattoos awaited underneath the shirt. Like a child opening a present, you ripped it off his shoulders, eager to explore the new skin revealed to you.

He watched you with adoration, as he let you trace your fingers over the many drawings covering his abdomen, chest, and collarbones.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked after a while, a little smile threatening on his lips.

“Very.” You answered, though without even stopping to look up at him, enchanted by the view.

“Well,” He stopped you reaching up to caress the palm of his hand over your cheek.

“I think it’s time to do something proper about that ache between your pretty little thighs angel.”

You leaned into his touch, a please automatically leaving your lips.

He showed off a cocky grin, gripping your waist again with both hands, urging you to stand. You obediently let him guide you to turn around, until you were facing the kitchen counter.

“Better get this off you now, think I’ve waited long enough to get a look at what’s hidden underneath.”

You felt him running his fingers under the two thin straps of your dress resting on each shoulder. He let them fall down the side of your arms, and you lifted your arms out of them, making the dress fall elegantly to the floor, pooling at your feet, leaving you only in a set of lace panties and your heels.

Briefly, you felt a rush of vulnerability threatening your body telling you to cover yourself up again.

But that was until you felt Harrys hands on you. He touched you so delicately, like you were a vase about to break in his hold. And it was as if with each touch, he dusted the feeling off more and more, until it was completely gone, flowing silently away in the air.

You relaxed into him, letting him caress and explore your body how he pleased. Running his hands up your bare stomach, massaging each of your breasts attentively, humming at the feeling your nipples hardening underneath his fingertips. He ran them further up, drawing along the outline of your collarbones, circling over your shoulders and down your back, lastly resting them on your ass, indulging the way it felt to squeeze it in his grasp. He wrapped the waistband of your panties around his fingers, sneaking them down your legs, letting them land right on top of your dress.

You had barely even noticed the small sounds of pleasure you’d expressed, until you felt one of his hands had unoccupied itself from your behind, coming up to delicately wrap around your throat.

“You’re making being self-disciplined very difficult on me.” His voice was hoarse, strained, sending a chill down your body.

“Then don’t be.”

His hand tightened at your words, just enough to make you a bit lightheaded.

“You’re such an eager little thing. Bet you can’t wait till you’re full of me, can you darling.”

He moved his hand around to push at the back of your neck, bending you over the counter. You unconsciously started to grind against his front, feeling the outline of his cock through his trousers, and it was absolutely sending you.

“Harry, need it,” You cried.

“I know baby, I know.” You could hear him hurrying to undo his trousers, pulling them halfway down his legs along with his underwear, too impatient to take them off all the way.

You felt him lining up behind you, running his tip between your soaked folds a few times.

You involuntarily winced at the sensitivity.

“You alright baby?” He sweetly whispered, halting the movements.

“Yes, please.”

With that affirmation he gently thrusted into you, a sensual moan erupting from deep within his chest while doing so. You could listen to that sound on repeat forever.

“You feel s-so good love, all warm and tight for me.”

He leaned over you on the counter, reaching his arms out in front you to grab your hands in his, engulfing you completely beneath him; all your senses were entirely focused on him as he filled you up.

He started rocking even harder against you, hitting that perfect spot every time.

“Fucks sake, you feel so good Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever been inside someone as delicious as you. You’re taking me so well.” He whispered in your ear, the words were going straight to your core, getting you there faster than you thought possible. One of his hands slid determinately down your body, straight to your clit, rubbing it in that perfect way. You could barely even touch yourself this good.

“I need to hear you Y/N, talk to me.”

And as much as you tried to tell him how good he made you feel, how much you loved it, how turned on you were, the man currently pounding furiously into you, had rendered you speechless. You opened your mouth hoping a coherent sentence would somehow form, but only noises of pleasure seemed able to escape your vocal cords.

“Mmmh have I made you lose your ability to talk now? Am I fucking you that good? You’ve just become a cockhungry little thing for me, is that it?”

Another filthy moan escaped you at his words. That mouth was astonishingly skilled. He could win Britain’s Got talent with that mouth.

“God love, you should see yourself. So pretty and desperate for me. I can feel you dripping down my hand, I’m making a proper mess of you.” His fingers were still teasing around your bud, shivers going down your spine every time he hit that perfect spot inside of you.

“Well, you’re making a mess of me as well darling, don’t know how I’ll ever be able to think about anything else.” The words seemed to be flowing from his mouth like a sinful waterfall.

“Yeah, that’s it, give it to me darling,” He encouraged you and began to move faster and harder, chasing his own release as well.

“I can feel you clenching around me love.”

And just like before, you squirmed and sobbed beneath him, the same satisfactory bliss beginning to take over your body once again, though this time, he didn’t stop. No, he continued, rocking you through your high. Euphoria rushed through your every vessel, every nerve, filling up your blood stream making it feel like it was about to boil over, and burst out of you.

It didn’t take much longer before he was coming as well. He squeezed his arm around your waist slowing down his pace, as you felt him spill inside of you, filling you up with every drop, until he carefully halted his movements completely.

You stayed standing like that for a while, just breathing against each other. Harry moved his head to the crook of your neck, placing small kisses of affirmation there.

You sighed beneath him at the feeling; your brain caught in a post-orgasmic bliss.

After a while he attentively turned you around in his hold.

“You’re amazing.” He said. You shook your head dismissing his compliment.

“I mean it.” He continued. “That was beyond any sex I’ve ever had.”

Blushing at his words, you hid your face in his chest, making a low chuckle erupt from him.

“Me too.” You confirmed. “It was incredible”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

An overly excited smile overtook his face, making his dimples endlessly deep. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up and then get to bed.” He said, pulling your hand a little to get you to follow him. But you didn’t follow.

“You want me to stay over?”

“Of course, I want you to stay over. I haven’t even tasted you yet. Figured that was a morning sex in the shower kind of thing, no?”

You pushed his chest at his teasing words, but he caught your hand instead and pulled it up to his lips, giving it a quick peck.

“Harry that’s not fair. You can’t make me wet again already after you just screwed my brains out like that.”

“Well, you’re making me hard again, just by saying that I’m making you wet, and that’s not fair either I think.” He snickered, as he tugged at your hand once again. You let yourself be dragged along this time.

“God, you’re incorrigible.”

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HATE 3: ...Ready for it? (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5.3k (yikes)

🌙 Series Index

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"Knew he was a killer first time that i saw him"

Confidential file Department of Organized and Emerging Crime Case N-7902-E Codename: Black Swan

Agent Name: Y/N Park

Assigned name for Mission: Lee Nari

Nari? as in Lilly in Korean?

You couldn't help but find it odd that the boss chose your own Korean name for this mission. You rarely used it, and only your grandmother ever called you that.

But, odd was about to become your middle name.

You skimmed through the files scattered on the desk, noticing some of them were thinner than a toothpick.

That was a bad sign.

Thin files meant limited information, and that meant you were being sent into a foreign country with minimal knowledge. You didn't like the idea of walking into the unknown, especially considering that the only thing you had from Korea was your father's last name and the last time you saw him alive you were a six-year-old.

You definitely needed to talk to her grandmother more often.

You were an expert in infiltration and counterintelligence, but to be honest Your personality was not what you would expect from a young high class korean lady.

For that, you would need a lot of practice before leaving.

A Chaebol daughter wouldn't know the difference between an AK-47 and a FAMAS, much less how to take it apart and put it together in a few seconds. Right?

Or how to disarm a man with one hand, a bullet in the shoulder in the middle of a…

Focus Y/N

You close your eyes for a second and open the first file and the picture of a man with a scar on his left eye greeted you, and you sighed.

It was going to be a long night and you didn’t have enough information to start this case.

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Incheon Airport, South Korea.

October 10, 9:19 AM

The brisk autumn air nipped at your skin as you made your way into the international departure hall. You weren't sure if it was the weather or the adrenaline of embarking on a new mission that sent shivers down your spine. After all, you'd spent the past few days prepping to slip into the role of a pampered, elegant heiress, something that felt as unnatural as stilettos in a gunfight.

You also spent the last few days trying not to poison your partner Emmet, for every time he made fun of how much you hated this new undercover identity.

And don't even get you started on those fake nails; they were more of a hindrance than a help when it came to handling firearms or knocking some sense into people.

But it was not impossible to do.

Scanning the crowd, you looked for the person meant to meet you in the parking lot. In the middle of a crowd, a burly middle-aged man stood out in his ill-fitting suit. He had the demeanor of a gangster but the face of a teddy bear. Your eyes scanning him, looking for the Clan's tattoo – a crescent moon veiled by clouds.

Any member of the Seven Moons had to wear it in a visible place, a sort of gangster business card. This man had it inked at the base of his neck.

The man approached you with large steps smiling all the time, who knew a gangster could pass as a Golden Retriever Boyfriend “Welcome Miss Lee, your father is waiting for you in the car” he bowed and took your luggage to take you towards the Mercedes that was parked right outside the door.

As you slid into the car, you were greeted by the smiling face of Lee Kikyung, the man who'd sold out his boss to save his own skin. And now, you had to call him "Dad."

Ugh.

"How was your trip, dear Nari? I hope you were comfortable on the flight," he asked, wearing a fake smile. You cringed at the sound of your childhood nickname, but you had to start getting used to it.

"It was good, um... Dad," you replied with a slight accent. "I hope you work on that pronunciation, precious. We wouldn't want them catching on so soon," he replied, a mischievous grin exposing a gold tooth. He was so close you could see the clan's mark on his neck, peeking out from under his expensive shirt.

What a piece of work.

"We need to head straight to the Kim Building. I don't know if your informants filled you in."

No, they didn't, you thought, but you let him continue.

"Last night, there was a lot of commotion among the Sons. All seven were down at the docks, and that's a rare sight. Looks like a big fish has entered the river. Two birds with one stone, huh? I bet you're up for a promotion after this, sweetheart." You had to resist the urge to throat-punch him, the way he was looking at you.

This guy didn't shut up the entire drive to the Kim Building. He barely took a breath between his rapid words, as if he wanted to unload everything at once and be done with you.

Classic snitch. From his body language, it was clear that beneath the old asshole’s facade, his trembling hand betrayed his nervousness. Old Lee, dressing like a character straight out of "The Godfather," might fool others, but to you, he was a washed-up criminal trying to hang on to his last vestiges of glory. How he'd climbed the ranks to lead one of the world's largest Criminal Clans was a mystery to you.

But something he said piqued your interest. The Seven Moons rarely gathered in one place, primarily for security reasons. "It's likely that all the children will be there at the meeting today," he revealed.

That really caught your attention and you turned to look at him "The Devil has summoned us all to his office. So, if I were you, I'd touch up that makeup a bit. It seems you're in luck today, sweetheart. You'll be meeting The Seven Moons."

For you, luck had nothing to do with it. Your plan had been to discreetly gather information before exposing yourself in such a way.

It was a change of plans, but not an entirely bleak one. In fact, things might not be as bad as they first seemed.

But now you'd have to improvise. The sooner you could get one of them in your pocket for the information you needed, the sooner you'd be headed home, and all these criminals would be where they belonged—

Jail.

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BH Group Headquarters, Gangnam, Seoul, South Korea.

'The Office' Lee Kikyung mentioned you were going was a towering 77-story office complex that served as a front for the legal businesses funding the clan's extravagant lifestyle.

As you entered, the luxurious reception area greeted you with its tall glass windows and elegant chandeliers, making you shudder to think about the costs of building all of this. The floor, adorned with expensive black marble featuring gold veins was framed with the clan's symbol, unmistakably declaring this territory as belonging to Kim DoHan.

It felt like stepping into the gates of hell.

Accompanied by a team of about 15 suited bodyguards with menacing tattoos, you and your 'father' took the elevator to the top floor; It seemed to you that it was too much security for a friendly board meeting.

This meant that Lee's two hour TED Talk on "how to get away with snitching" was true: something was moving on the streets of Seoul.

As the doors opened to the conference room, you were struck by the absence of concrete walls, replaced entirely by windows offering a breathaking view of the city. In the center of the room stood an opulent table crafted from Japanese cherry wood. Several people were already sitting around it, in an order that did not seem improvised at all.

You sat down right next to Mr. Lee taking your time to examine everyone there. Most of the presents seemed to be different executives from the Kim companies, for the first time today you did not feel completely surrounded by gangsters.

However, the feeling did not last long.

The elevator doors slid open, and six tall figures strode into the meeting room. Instantly, everyone seated at the table rose to bow and pay their respects.

These were the young leaders of the clan, dressed in dark suits and moving with an eerie synchrony, as if they hailed from another world. In person, their presence was even more striking. Even the act of walking into a meeting room seemed to be precisely choreographed, every step filled with purpose.

You recognized their faces from the files, matching names to positions within the clan:

Kim Namjoon, the biological son and right-hand man, also the CEO of BH Group.

Kim Seokjin, the Clan's negotiator and financial administrator.

Jung Hoseok, the Clan's Support, essentially the go-to guy for various criminal needs.

Kim Taehyung, the Clan's Collector, responsible for ensuring debts were paid in either money or blood.

Park Jimin, the Clan's intelligence expert and overseer of the clan's nightlife businesses.

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest of the clan with no formal role, but per Mr. Lee's extensive criminal monologue, he was responsible for training new recruits in combat and held a special place in Kim DoHan's heart.

Yet, you noticed there was one missing, only six were present.

Where was the seventh?

Your question found an answer when the doors opened once more.

"Welcome, Sir!" The entire room chorused in unison. You managed to mimic the bow, though somewhat awkwardly. There was an amused snort from the Young leaders's side of the table, but it was hard to pinpoint the source.

When you looked up, you locked eyes with the Clan's second in command. His gaze held a mocking curiosity, almost taunting.

Kim Namjoon looked at you as if you weren't a trained agent but a bumbling, spoiled child, just another chaebol. You rolled your eyes right back at him. There was something in his expression that seemed vaguely familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

"My Sons, my family. Good afternoon, and thank you for gathering at such short notice," the Clan leader's deep voice resonated through the room. "Lee, I'm delighted to see that you've brought a special guest today."

Chills coursed down your spine. No matter how experienced you were with criminals, there was an undeniable air of menace surrounding that man. An instinctual warning to put as much distance between yourself and him as humanly possible, as quickly as possible.

“Of course, my leader. I couldn't be more pleased by the return of my daughter” Mr. Lee replied with a wicked smile “After all, it was time to introduce my heiress” upon hearing that word, Kim's children looked at her, some with curiosity and others with complete indifference.

The Clan's head let out a light chuckle in agreement with the second-in-command before gesturing for everyone to take their seats.

And that's when you noticed him.

The man with the distinctive scar over his eye.

His real name was conspicuously absent from INTERPOL's classified files. In fact, there was nothing substantial about him—just a blurry image of his face.

And oh God. It didn’t do him justice.

Everything about him screamed danger.

He was the Clan's Strenght Leader, handling all the not-so-legal affairs.

Kim Namjoon ran the legitimate businesses, handled the money, and rubbed shoulders with CEOs and politicians.

The Shadow, as he was known, was Seoul's underworld Prince.

Standing silently behind the Clan's Head, he was like a deadly predator, waiting for the order to strike. Unlike the rest who sported expensive executive suits, his casual and nonchalant style made him stand out in the room. You know how, in nature, the most vibrant and beautiful colors often serve as a warning for poison? That analogy perfectly described him. The seventh moon's striking appearance nearly made you forget that he was the underworld lord of his clan, a cold-blooded assassin at the Devil's command.

Hi was Kim DoHan's dark general.

And probably the most dangerous man in that room.

Suga wore a black mask covering most of his face, but you could still glimpse the beginning of a scar that traveled from his left eyebrow down to his eye.

And those eyes.

He kept his gaze locked onto you, scrutinizing you, just as you had observed his brothers earlier. He watched your every move, as if he had already found a reason to be wary.

You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze and for the first time in a long time, you looked away from someone. It felt like if you kept staring at him, all your secrets would unravel.

That was a level of danger you couldn't afford.

"You must be wondering why I summoned you from your busy schedules for this meeting," the Clan leader's voice broke the silence. "It is no secret that I'm preparing one of my sons to ascend as the clan's leader. And soon, by tradition, we must continue our family's legacy by uniting bloodlines. The prevalence of the clan above all else is the only thing that matters. Nothing else. "

Not a single person in the room dared to so much as breathing too loud. The palpable respect – or rather, terror – held everyone's tongue.

He took a solemn pause before continuing, "That's why I've decided my heir will marry the Lee family heiress. The Lees were one of our greatest allies, joining our clan twenty years ago. I had promised my dear brother Kikyung that one day, one of his own would wed one of mine. Kikyung, my brother-in-arms, you've been my right hand all these years before Namjoon came of age. This is my reward for your loyalty."

What the fuck did this man just say?

Marriage?

You couldn't hide your complete shock. There was no way that your so-called "father" and informant didn't deliberately omit this crucial detail from his UN General Assembly-worthy speech on organized crime as you were driving to the Headquarters.

The director had to know as well.

Which led to the unsettling thought: what else were they not telling you?

You weren't the only one caught off guard. The other children of the clan's leader couldn't contain their own bewilderment. Some squirmed in their seats, while others exchanged uneasy glances.

This had to be some twisted joke.

Even the seventh moon, for a microsecond, showed a speck of curiosity in his cold eyes.

"Since the hand of the Lee heiress has been promised, I have formally decided that she will reside in our private estate until my successor's name is confirmed," the clan leader declared. "I want all my children under my roof, without exception. And let me make it perfectly clear: none of you shall dare disrespect young-lady Nari. In the name of the code, Am I understood?"

"Yes, Leader," the Seven Moons responded in unison.

Wait, the name of his heir hadn't been decided yet?

You temporarily set aside Kim DoHan's implications about his children. None of those fools would dare touch you – unless they fancied losing a limb – all in the name of your code.

But given the intelligence you'd gathered about these individuals, Kim Namjoon was on a one-way ticket to becoming the Clan's leader. The overseas studies, the visits to criminal acquaintances in Russia, Japan and China, vacations with corrupt government officials and their entourage...

What did that say about Kim DoHan's faith in his own bloodline?

The Hallmark movie plot of giving all his adopted sons a chance at leadership was, without a doubt, suspicious.

However, some pieces were starting to click into place. Lee was betraying them to save his true daughter. If she married the clan's heir, there'd be no escaping the consequences when everything came crashing down.

Yet, your supposed father-dearest had delivered you on a silver platter to the Seven Moons.

It was a complete game-changer.

Old Mr. Lee wasn't scared of jail.

He was frightened for his own flesh and blood to be embroiled in a sinking ship. How he had managed to keep his daughter's true identity hidden for so long was a mystery. Did the all-powerful Kim DoHan truly not know his right-hand heiress's name until now?

There were too many loose ends, something was truly wrong.

Both men rose to shake hands, their exchange echoing with, "My clan is my family. My own flesh and blood."

"It will be an honor to welcome you into my family, young Nari," the old leader continued, his eyes locking onto yours. For some reason, your real father's affectionate nickname sounded downright chilling coming from the clan leader's lips.

It wasn't jail that terrified him, old Mr. Lee. It was dooming his own blood to get involved with a ship that was about to sink. But how had he managed to hide his daughter's identity for all this time? Did the powerful Kim DoHan really not know the name of his right hand heiress until today?

Too many loose ends, and something was definitelly wrong.

Both men rose to shake hands “Family is my blood. My clan is my family” they told each other

“It will be an honor to welcome you into my family, young Nari” continued the old leader, drawing your attention and looking into your eyes. For some reason, the cute nickname your father had given you sounded terrifying in that person's mouth.

You offered a small bow in response, and when you straightened, the Seventh Moon was gazing directly at you.

There was something in his stare you couldn't quite define, but it was clear you didn't like how it made you feel.

You had never been intimidated by anyone before, yet you now teetered on the edge of a panic attack because of a pretty boy watching you.

A pretty boy who was a killer.

He couldn't possibly suspect anything about you, right? you wondered.

"Now, Mr. Choi," the clan leader signaled the man who had brought you there, "why don't you take this little flower to our residence, while the adults discuss other important matters?"

What the hell did this old man just call you?

Before leaving, you caught a reflection of his eyes in the glass door.

Ever vigilant.

Fine, Suga, I'll give you a reason to keep an eye on me. you thought

Perhaps this marriage scheme could work to your advantage.

Your mission was to infiltrate, and what better way than living within the Seven Moons' den.

Meanwhile, at the back of your mind, the myriad of loose ends left you with a lingering sense of unease.

Too many missing pieces...

And something was about to go so.

fucking.

wrong.

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Kim Dohan’s manssion, Outskirts of Seoul

hours later

Sleep was out of the question tonight...

You had spent the entire afternoon and well into the night scouring for any scrap of information about the Seven Moons headquarters. Leaving your room, you crept through the dark corridors, making no sound.

Counting each step from your room to the next door leading to the exit was mentally logged. You noted the bulletproof glass in the windows and assumed that they had around 30 armed men guarding the house at any given moment. The Clan's den was an opulent display of excess; these criminals thrived on ostentation.

But that was a priviledge you could have when you controlled an entire nation, you could do as you pleased.

Who the hell thought of putting a lake in the middle of a house? You continued moving through the mansion crossing the internal gardens.

One thing remained undeniably true: the mansion of the most powerful criminal clan in Asia was an impenetrable fortress, nestled atop a hill, far from the bustling city of Seoul.

It had only one entrance and one exit, and its labyrinthine architecture made it all too easy to get lost within its confines. It was guarded around the clock by clansmen, armed to the teeth, with an arsenal hidden within its walls. It seemed like hey had their very own army.

Surviving an escape was highly unlikely...

at least not without help from someone on the inside.

As you made your way to the kitchen, your mind raced like an overloaded computer, with music playing from unknown open tabs.

Old Kim couldn't possibly not know his right-hand daughter's name...

Why had he offered you as a marriage reward? What was your -The daughter of Lee Kikyun- value to the clan?

How come Kim DoHan hadn't chosen his successor?

After minutes of aimless wandering, you finally found the tall double doors leading to the kitchen. Inside, luxurious countertops and shelves held utensils fit for a Michelin-star restaurant.

If this house wasn't so ridiculously big it would be easier to drink water. Where are the glasses? in Busan?

If you had to run away from this house it would probably be better to hide in the kitchen, no one would find you.

Have you left the safety on the Glock?

Who the hell is smoking weed?

The pungent smell momentarily distracted you. You'd been so focused on finding a glass that you hadn't noticed someone else was in the room. A slim figure lingered in the shadows of the window, barely revealed by the moonlight.

But you didn't need to see the full face to recognize him...

The Seventh Moon.

"Do you smoke?" the black-haired man asked from across the room, his voice so deep it was almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine.

"I don't do drugs, thanks," you replied with a flat, disinterested tone, or at least you tried to. "But could you point me to where the glasses are... please?"

The man chuckled and moved closer, rounding the kitchen island until he stood just inches from you. He gazed at you for a moment, then reached behind your head for a glass. His face inches from yours

You felt trapped, exposed.

For a moment, you forgot you were also a trained soldier on a mission. This man had you feeling like a blushing schoolgirl from a corny drama, much like the ones your grandmother watched.

You're not going to be intimidated, are you?

For the first time, you got a good look at his face, the scar running down his eye, his round nose, the way his jaw moved as he frowned, and his almost pouty lips.

That man was beautiful.

You could even smell him, beyond the scent of what he was smoking, you could pick up the musk of his cologne. The open collar of his shirt revealed tattoos peeking out and the muscles in his neck...

"You like what you see, little flower?" he teased, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips, before handing you the glass and taking a drag of his joint. "But I must inform you, anyone who sees my face without being a full clan member... ends up dead." He exhaled a plume of smoke in your direction.

Chills coursed through your body. You weren't entirely sure whether you were more aroused or irritated.

"Technically. I'm now part of your clan. You heard your father, I'm going to marry one of you," you replied, shaking your head, trying to maintain your cool.

Suga found your bratty attitude funny. "Wouldn't you like that, huh?" He got a little closer to your face to look directly into your eyes “Technically, yes you are part of the Clan. But until you take the oath and mark your pretty skin with our mark. You are not one of us, little flower” he replied, putting away a lock of hair that had fallen into your eyes.

"I think SUGA, our Leader's orders were quite explicit. Stop toying with our guest, and if you're going to smoke that shit, do it outside my house." Namjoon's authoritative voice cut through, catching both of you off guard. You seized the opportunity to slip away from Suga's grip.

Suga raised his hands in a mock surrender and looked at his second in command. "I was just offering our new friend a glass of water, Joonie. It'd be rude not to show a bit of our clan's hospitality, wouldn't it, little flower?" He winked at you.

"Nothing was happening. I couldn't find the glasses, and I was thirsty," you replied, failing to hide the compromising position you'd been in with the Clan's Shadow. "And don't call me that, that's not my name."

"Nari, lily, little flower. They're all the same," he responded, making a playful smile and leaving you momentarily flustered.

Perfect, let them think you're a complete idiot. Amazing job.

“Leave her alone, now. Suga” Namjoon spoke again with a voice of authority “Excuse him, he is not used to behaving like a human, much less having manners with a lady” He referred as his own brother like he was not a human being standing next to them

Does this Namjoon guy have a prince charming complex or what?

"Oh, please, your majesty! I'll go finish my joint in peace elsewhere. Oh, and Namjoon, you should respect your elders. I'm still your hyung, and this isn't your house... yet," the black-haired man stated with a note of warning, bowing to you before leaving and flipping off the other man.

Namjoon sighed. "I'm sorry, really. He has no control. Did you want a glass of water?" He took the glass from your hands, opened the fridge, and began to pour you some. “I know it will be difficult for you to adapt to the rules of this house, but if you need something you can ask one of the employees. They are always here to serve you”

"I didn't want to bother anyone, it's late," your reply was short a tittle more sour than you intended it to be.

"And you shouldn't worry. You now belong to this house, and it's the staff's job to take care of you. But, I'm glad we ran into eachother tonight. I wanted to speak with you before tomorrow's meeting..." Namjoon paused and scratched his neck, as if deciding the best way to approach the subject.

"Tomorrow, you'll be formally introduced to the clan. From that day on, you'll need to make the rounds with each one of us," he explained. "My father wants you to be thoroughly acquainted with every aspect of our operations. Even if I disagree with certain aspects, my father trusts yours. And I trust my Leader."

Namjoon's kind expression shifted to a stern one, his gaze intensifying. "Miss Lee, I don't know you well, and neither do any of my brothers. However, in this clan, we take loyalty very seriously. As of tomorrow, you may witness or hear things that must remain within these walls. It might be overwhelming at first, but you have no other options. And things might be unconfortable until you take the oath. But until then, you must still act in accordance with the code, or face the consequences. Is that clear?"

With his eloquent speech and steady tone, the Second in Command had just issued a subtle threat.

Well, not so subtle...

"First, Mr. Kim, there's no need to be so formal when talking to me. After all, in a few months, I'll be marrying the heir of this clan. That makes me your future sister-in-law... or wife," you stated, raising your chin with a haughty air. Namjoon remained silent, allowing you to continue.

"Second, I understand that we have to take our parents' word for the success of this alliance," feeling your blood rise to your ears, you knew you were playing a dangerous game "But I want to remind you that I am also a daughter of this clan. Blood and weapons don't intimidate me. In any case, both of us should show respect to our elders. After all, our fates rest in their hands." Taking a small step closer, he didn't budge.

But you could never guess how you were making the young leader feel. As much as he hated that you tried to hurt his pride like that, the Second in command saw for the first time in someone, an equal, a true opponent at that.

He was also undeniably intrigued by you.

"I may not know you yet, but I'm living in your house, I mean, your father's house. And I expect a modicum of consideration." You pretended to be offended because that was the role you had to play, a spoiled, conceited heiress to the mafia.

“I have offended you. Excuse me if my words sounded like something else... “

“Okay, I understand you Namjoon, can I call you by your name? We have the same age” you interrupted him in the middle of his sentence.

“Yes, of course, can I call you Nari?” Namjoon loved the sound of his name on your lips. Of course, you could call him whatever you wanted.

“Great, thank you very much for the water and for helping me before. Good night” With a bow, You shot out of the kitchen.

“Good Night. And Nari?” he waited for you to look at him “It is really nice to see you again. You look different now, prettier. I hope you rest well, you're going to need it tomorrow” he winked at you and your blood froze in your veins.

Kim Namjoon had met Mr. Lee's daughter before? Why hadn't Mr. Lee mentioned anything about it?

Your heart pounded in your ears.

It had been too much.

The gaps on this mission were becoming too much.

You needed to get your act together, no more games. You were already deep within the lion's den, and time was running out.

You had never failed a mission before, and this wouldn't be the first time...

No matter how appealing the Clan's Shadow was or what he made you feel.

As much as the threat of the Second in command had actually terrified you.

Without mentioning the fact that he knew Lee’s daughter.

You had to keep going; there was no turning back now.

And you would bring this clan to its knees... that was a promise.

"Baby let the games begin... are you ready for it?"

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