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marslovesdaisies · 10 months

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Look what you made me do || P.SH

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Minors do not interact.

WC: 3.1 k

Pairing: Mafia!Seonghwa x Mafia!OC

Warnings: Death, murder, violence, gaslighting, manipulation, mafia themes, weapons, angst, gore, eventual smut.

A/N: No thoughts, only Park Seonghwa wearing black.

Chapter 4

"Aren't the others going to follow? "

I looked at Seonghwa with a raised brow, my voice slightly more spooked than I would have wanted. I didn't want to admit it but being alone with him unsettled me. I knew exactly what he was doing. Hell, I had done that to people myself countless times. Isolation from comfort zone and putting unease in the subjects' bones. I sure wasn't liking it when I was the subject though. Not one bit.

The man who had brought me here had left immediately, none of the others following in. It was pitiful how desperately I wanted Jaemin or Wooyoung to be here with me. I would take even Kim Hongjoong over Seonghwa here. He had been silent this whole time, reclined on a chair, his eyes closed. He looked ethereal, and one would say also serene, but I knew better. All of the faux playfulness he had shown before was gone, replaced by tension and murderous intent. That was what I was most scared of, the anger and malice that rolled off of him in potent waves.

The chamber itself was simpler than I had expected. It probably was some backup office. No extravagance hung from the ceilings, and the chairs looked pretty normal. The curtains had been drawn and the space wasn't very brightly lit, but I could guess that it was almost early morning.

I walked towards where he already was, picking a comfortable chair similar to his and sat down.

"Tell me, princess. How good is your memory?" His voice startled me and I sneaked a glance at him. He had opened his eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. Far from it. His attention was on some decanter next to his chair, but his face looked like he was lost in some memory that only he could remember. I could tell he didn't mean the question with regard to what had happened with Lee Jong In. He ran a long finger over the rim, strokes tender. Then he brought his eyes towards me. His eyes had an odd glimmer, face unreadable.

I didn't answer his question. In fact, I wasn't planning on answering any of his questions. I simply continued looking at him with a blank expression. I had walked into enough traps for today and wasn't planning on adding to the number. If he was annoyed, it didn't show. He let out a long sigh and straightened in the chair.

"Here is the deal, Lin. I don't have any time to spare for your futile attempts of trying to act innocent or stubborn. You clearly haven't realized the gravity of the situation you are in, and it's showing. I am not going to keep entertaining your brattiness forever. " He stared deep into my eyes, devoid of warmth. "I don't make idle threats, and I don't make futile threats. You're going to be a good fucking girl and say yes sir, no sir, I understand, sir to all of my questions if you want to escape with your fragile illusion of an intact life, well- intact."

I glared at him again, not liking the threat. But he was right. I hadn't managed to grasp just how fucked this situation was for me yet. I needed to know, and right now only he could help me out of this mess. I needed him to be as amicable as possible, because I knew the rumours about him were true. He actually was dangerous, even if I was no pushover.

I sighed. "What do you want to know?" "You already know my question." "Why?" My tone was honest. "It doesn't concern you. He shouldn't concern you. I can promise you that your organisation is not a part of it. He-"

"Are you innocent?"

His question caught me off guard, my rambling coming to a stop. "What?" "I asked if you were innocent in all this." I pursed my lips. "If you are, then I don't see why you are so hellbent on keeping your mouth shut. Unless you are protecting someone. Is that so?"

I kept silent yet again. It was answer enough. No, I wasn't. Far from it, and he already knew it.

"Thought so. Now, I don't like doing this but I am going to ask again. Tell me what your deal with Lee Jong In is."

"He was someone I didn't like." "And his son?" "An accident." Something changed on his face. If I wasn't wrong, there was a flash of disappointment. I couldn't explain why but I didn't want him to be disappointed with me. "You killed him by accident?" "I didn't kill him." I sighed. His son's face started resurfacing in my mind, and I gulped it down before I could throw up. I looked away. "I saw him, but I didn't kill him." He made a sound of affirmation. "Then why did you call him an accident?" "Because I saw him that day as one. It wasn't my intention to." "Where did you see him?" His questions refused to stop, and I knew he was trying to catch holes in my answers. "I'm not very sure. It was years ago."

"You know what I think, Iseul?"

He reached into his pocket. "That you are lying."

He threw a few pieces of paper on my lap. I looked at them without wanting to and went pale from inside. Not because I had been caught, but because I hated being reminded of that day. Pictures of my father's men 'escorting' Lee's son into our hotel with a time stamp, taken by a camera. Pictures of Jihun discussing something with the security. Men carrying small boxes inside, others with a couple of briefcases. A certain picture caught my eye. One of me entering inside, a lot later than others. He dropped a last one, of me exiting with the twins, my expression looking haunted. Pictures of the young boy coming out were noticeably absent. These weren't from the cameras around the building, these were taken by someone. Which meant I had been followed. Years ago. And I had no clue.

"Not quite accidental, now don't you think?" "I still didn't kill him." "But he died under your watch. You might not have pulled the trigger, but you loaded the gun." "That is not what happened." "Then tell me what did." "I can't." A hand suddenly grabbed my face, forcing me to look upwards. His face came into view, and I tried to look away again. "I don't care what you can't do, Lin. If you think holding off till daddy interferes will get you out of here, you're sourly mistaken." Anger seethed from his expression, but I couldn't bring myself to care. He had made a huge mistake with the pictures. He really shouldn't have shown them to me.

"You listen carefully to me, Seonghwa. You can threaten my life all you like. I. Am. Not. Saying. A. Thing." We stared at each other for a few more moments. He didn't look disturbed at the fact that I had taken his name so casually. "We'll see about that." He dropped my face and I battled the urge to massage my jaw. His grip hadn't been gentle, not in the least. He walked to the chair, taking his suit jacket off and draping it over the backrest. Meanwhile I couldn't help but keep staring at the photos resting over my jeans, trying to rake my brain to remember if I'd ever felt like I was being followed. Or photographed, as evidence suggested, but I came up empty. I couldn't help but keep wondering what plan did he have to deal with my family. I had been taken against my will, but they couldn't take me as a captive. That would mean war. They couldn't risk that, and our families weren't enemies. Kim Hongjoong shared stable relations with my father and uncle. There had to be something I was missing here, which could answer the reason behind my situation.

I escaped from my trance to see that Seonghwa was staring at me intently. Or more likely, gouging my reaction to the photos. I decided to be the one asking questions, just to answer a few of mine. "How did you manage to pass our security at our own property to get these?"

"I had someone follow you." Huh. I couldn't help but blurt, "Me?"

"Who else? Did you really believe that I wasn't aware of your men following my every move? I'm merely returning the gesture."

"I hadn't realised that The Park Seonghwa kept an eye on someone as low and unimportant as me." "Don't play dumb, Lin. Don't think I am unaware of who you are. Your dear uncle may pretend to have all the trust in the world over Hongjoong's friendship, but Lin Baek Ho is a suspicious old man. I let it happen out of respect for his experience and giving him the benefit of the doubt. I could and would pull out a list of offences you've committed that warrants your detaining without having a single brow raised at me." He took a seat on the same chair, leg folded above the other. "Hongjoong is limited by the woes of his position. I am not. If you think that I don't know you have your fuckbuddy tailing my every move in the city even now, you aren't as smart as I had given you credit for." So he knew about Daesung. He wasn't my lover, but the fact that Seonghwa thought so made alarm bells go off in my head more urgently than before. I shrugged. "I call it enquiring." "You can call it whatever you want. Do not for a moment expect me to believe you're not a part of your family's infernal dealings." I stayed silent for a moment, trying to process just how much he already knew. He knew more than I had thought possible. Fuck.

"I....left that world behind. I was never fully a part of it anyway. I only look after the commercial investments. "

Seonghwa stared at me for a full minute. And then he laughed. Laughed. A full blown genuine laughter that shook his body. The sound bounced off the walls and went straight to my bones. "Iseul love, you don't escape this world. The door burns itself to ash the second your body crosses the threshold." My cheeks heated at being called love. Fuck me, I liked how my name rolled off his tongue. But if this casual conversation was going to keep him off the actual question, I was willing to play along. "Come on princess, tell me what I want to know and I'll let you walk out of the building alive." His implication was subtle. "Is that a threat, Park Seonghwa?" "It's a promise." "You say you know who I am. So, Mr. Park, are you confident enough to walk out of this unscathed if it comes to blows against me?" He stayed silent, expression one of contemplation. I knew what he was seeing on mine, a mocking question. "You're dragging this conversation." He said. "I'm having this conversation." I countered. He didn't miss a beat. "I want to have Jong In's conversation." "There is no conversation to be had." "A Lin ordered a hit on him and four hundred people saw you talking to him in Perles D'argent. You executed the hit on him, Lin Iseul. Everybody in our world knows that. Then his son was found dead. Don't pretend this isn't something personal. You might have distanced yourself from the news and acted like it didn't happen but an important link in our world was wiped that week and he took crucial information with him."

I looked at Seonghwa then, properly looked at him. His breathing had deepened, breaths becoming longer. His eyes were focused, not missing a single action from my side. The shirt fitted his form well, clinging to his sides with some sweat. He was leaning ahead on his elbows. A vein popped out near his temple, inviting me to press my lips-fuck. He was just as droolworthy as he had been back then. But he had given away one thing, his unbridled curiosity. I could see an opening in his technique. "Was Lee perhaps, working for you?" Seonghwa blinked. "So what if he was?" Let me guess, Lee took something from him. Knowing the rumours about Seonghwa, he did not take such transgressions lightly. Nobody did, but he was harsher than a lot of them. "He has something you want. Or even better, he has something of yours." Interesting. "Who would've thought, the infallible Park Seonghwa had a loose end running around the city showing off his wealth. What a time to be alive, don't you agree?" His expression didn't change. Clearly, he wasn't as amused as I was.

"Your family took something from him, something that doesn't belong to you. It is in your personal best interests if you hand it over. I will not hesitate to bury you six feet under, Iseul. Pretty or not. War or not." I took something from Lee Jong In alright, but this was not it. And he thought my family was involved. "Have you considered asking my family for it?" "I am asking you." "Ask my uncle." "He didn't take it, you did." "Are you sure?" "I have enough reason to believe so." "I'll say this again, Seonghwa. I am not my family. I have no reason to take anything from anyone. You said it yourself, I am the most normal person with Lin blood. I am just a member of the board in our real estate holdings." "Don't give me that crap, Iseul. Anybody who believes you aren't heavily involved in your family's not so clean businesses is blind." "So almost everyone from our world is blind?" "You can fool them all, you can't fool me. Hell, you have more sway and power than that greedy piece of shit Renjun. You sanction almost every port deal of your family. He slowed down. "Deny it, I dare you." Show your face, I dare you. San had said that to me two years ago. I shook my head. "I have no idea what you think you know." Seonghwa was about to counter, but there was noise at the door. Both of us glanced at it, and Kim Hongjoong walked in towards us. He took a moment to absorb the scene, a look at the photos on my lap, Seonghwa sitting on the opposite chair, and the expression of calm fury on our faces.

"Seonghwa, can you come out for a moment?" Hongjoong's voice was tight, something I hadn't expected. Park, however didn't even move from his seat. "I'm busy, as you can see." "With our lovely guest, I already know. It's an order, soldier." Seonghwa visibly straightened, clearly not liking having rank being pulled on him. They were almost equal in power, everyone knew that. If not confirmation enough of his distaste, his expression soured even more. He got up with a last look leveled at me, before heading outside with his leader. The door closed firmly, effectively locking me inside with nothing to do whatsoever.

I took the opportunity to get a better overview of the situation. From the looks of it, Seonghwa was acting on his own. The fact that he was insistent on hearing the story from me either meant he wanted to verify something, or he genuinely hadn't been able to get his hands on some information. I was almost sure it was the former. I had no reason to protect what had happened between me and the Lees. But I couldn't let them discover about Mirah, the two incidents were too close. I had made a promise to my friend and I intended to keep it, however twisted my methods were. I closed my eyes. I hadn't slept in more than twenty four hours and I was starting to feel the fatigue. Seonghwa did not know about Mirah. It was obvious. He wouldn't have been so complacent with me otherwise. Atleast I had that going on for me.

The door budged and footsteps walked in. A very displeased Seonghwa, unreadable Hongjoong and a calm Yeosang followed . Kang gave me a weird expression, but it was fleeting and he quickly looked away. My heart sank. I knew what that expression meant. He had gone through my phone. I kept looking at him, hoping there was some way I could sign him not to say anything. It would be futile though, and the sinking feeling in my stomach deepened.

"This has to be addressed in front of everyone," Hongjoong was saying to Seonghwa in a low voice. They clearly weren't done discussing things, or to be specific Hongjoong wasn't. Seonghwa's expression was clear indication that he did not want to be a part of it. "Let me deal with it." Hongjoong didn't like the response. "You didn't tell me who she was Seonghwa, are you out of your mind? You know who she is. You can't make those allegations without proving them." He got nothing from Seonghwa in response. I clearly was not expected to be a part of said conversation, and all I could do was intently listen. "Don't act rash, Park. A lot can be at sake here if she wishes." "I said leave it to me, Joong. I don't want anyone involved. It is between me and her." "Is this your ego or you talking?" "I have it under control." "I am calling everyone. This is not your call to make." "No you're not. She's mine." My spine jerked at that. Hongjoong gave me a glance, before looking back at his second in command. Heat threatened to rush to my cheeks and I fought to keep it down. I was sure they knew who I was, and Hongjoong hadn't liked what Seonghwa had done. That made two of us. "Fifteen minutes, Seonghwa. You can have fifteen minutes with her before I involve the others." His underboss clearly did not like the decision, but he pressed his lips shut. Hongjoong left without looking at Yeosang, who was waiting to talk to Seonghwa. Well, this was the end of it. Yeosang whispered into Seonghwa's ear, showing something in his hand. My phone. The frown in his eyebrows increases with each passing second, his face actually losing some color. He looks...horrified.

Seonghwa looks at me, eyes widening to emulate soccers.

"Iseul, you have a child?"

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A/N: It's late late! I know. But it's here I guess.

#ateez fanfic #mafia ateez #choi san #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #song mingi #choi jongho #jeong yunho #mafia seonghwa smut #ateez smut #look what you made me do

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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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To add on your dancing/performing analysis list, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on yeonjun from txt. You previously spoke about txt as a whole a couple of times, and it made me think more about him, bc he's usually hailed as the best 4th gen dancer (which, kind of rude since Hwanwoong is right here, but also understandable, since the more an idol gets popular, the more their fans will swear that this idol's the best at doing X, and people who don't know any better will accept it at face value.) I find him satisfying to watch because his moves seem clean, but at the same time I don't find him interesting/entertaining and I can't pinpoint why? Maybe he's just another case of idol dancers who are good at mimicking choreography rather than embodying it? I'd like to have your opinion if you're not tired of talking about txt despite not being interested in them 😭😂

yeonjun doesn't really have a personality, that's why. technically he's very good, but he's not bringing much to the table other than 'boy', if you know what i mean. personally i do also think he's not super great at embodying choreo, but tbh the lack of personality in performance is a much bigger issue, and it's not just him that has this problem. most of the popular fourth gen male dancers are guilty of this; yeonjun, lee know, hyunjin, juyeon, even wooyoung and yunho have it to some extent as well. and i should point out that it's not just exclusive to kpop dancers - although it is significantly more prominent of an issue because of the focus on the face - but it happens amongst regular dancers too. it's pretty common for dancers to have very good technical skills but struggle to express emotion or character with their performances, and the best dancers are the ones that can do both. there's circumstances in dance where it's less of an issue, but in a performance form like kpop where the focus is so forward on the face and character of the idol, it's impossible to hide that lack. it's the reason why san, seonghwa, and hongjoong can put out much more captivating performances despite having worse technique, because they're playing to their specific strengths and they know exactly what you need in order to make a good performance in this specific form.

#txt w #obvs there's also the model face thing bc a lot of these guys are also visuals but bitch that doesnt stop seonghwa from makin an ugly face!#also as we've established kpoppies dont think of dance as art so of course how would they know who is good and who isn't #i'm of the opinion that kpop shouldnt be about perfect dance technique and instead it should be about giving a good performance #and to give that performance you need to embody a character and put that character out there.#i think a lot of younger idols don't understand that you can have a difference between your 'performance' and your 'idol' face #like a big thing now is 'being real/authentic' but you can do that in the ments and on variety or whatever and still pull a sick perf #like san seonghwa hongjoong are not that deranged when theyre talking normally to people on camera #and like i said about ten! his typical on camera personality is nothing like what his performances are like!#stage taemin is different from idol taemin! stage kai is different from idol kai!#you can wear more that one mask. it's cool and good actually #anyways. im back on my shit about authenticity ruining kpop again i'll stop we've all heard this before #text #answers

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