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tyonfs · 2 years

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meant to break

❝ why don’t you try going against us? see who ends up with lead pumped through their skull. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee minhyung x fem!reader (ft. na jaemin)

GENRES ▸ smut, angst, fluff, historical, 1920s au, flapper au, mafia au, detective au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violence, mentions of character death, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), lots of teasing, praise kink, lowkey dumbification, fingering

SUMMARY ▸ when the mafia’s members task you to distract a detective that's hot on their trail, you have no choice to accept. there's no place for love when you're simply a trap for lee minhyung to walk into, but you still want to immerse yourself into everything he is.

PLAYLIST ▸ young and beautiful by lana del rey • am i blue? by billie holiday

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,019 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ wowowww me writing a historical au??? unheard of! but shoutout to my historical au queen @jenoentry for hyping me up to write this <3 i hope you guys like it !!

NEW ORLEANS WASN’T THE SAME WITHOUT THE JAZZ MUSIC RESOUNDING THROUGH THE FRENCH QUARTER.

“Doyoung,” you complained to the owner of the jazz club, “I was supposed to be the closing act! Why’d you close early?”

Being a flapper wasn’t easy work, but you enjoyed your job all the same. You were a natural at it; all you needed to do was bat your lashes to get all the wealthy men to empty their wallets. Qian Kun, the bartender, pointed out that you had a unique charm that drew people in, so it was expected that all eyes were on you during your performances. Of course, you put in your full effort; it was the least you could do to repay the owner.

Kim Doyoung, after all, was the one who took you under his wing. Your family was scraping by with little income, so you knew you had to step it up and help them out. When you were roaming the streets, looking for work, Doyoung saw potential in you. Adjusting was difficult at first, but the staff of Blue Paradise provided you a second home.

The jazz club wasn’t all fun and games, though. You knew the mafia’s dogs prowled around the club, discussing matters in the corner where they knew they would be drowned out by the lively performances. This wasn’t something uncommon, but Doyoung was always on edge when he saw one of Al Capone’s men walking in.

This time, there were four of them, to be exact.

Doyoung lowered his voice when he answered, “Capone’s men told me to close up for tonight.”

“So you just let them push you around?” you asked, voice charged with a sudden burst of anger. When you continued, your voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re the owner.”

You had fraternized with a few of Capone’s men, but whenever they threatened Doyoung, rage pulsed through your veins like poison. You had often seen Al Capone laze around the club, bottle of booze in his hand. He and Doyoung had an agreement stating that as long as the jazz club’s owner didn’t sell them out, he’d ensure their protection. You, on the other hand, had a feeling Capone would go back on his word whenever he felt like it.

“Calm down, Y/N,” Doyoung muttered. “You should follow Ryujin to the back room. I’ll deal with this.”

“No need, Doyoung,” Lee Donghyuck, one of Capone’s dogs, called. “We like our eye candy. Plus, she should be here for what I have to say.” He dipped his head to greet you. “Good seeing you, Y/N, as always.”

“Hyuck,” you sneered with a forced smile, all sugary and sweet to mask your bitterness. “You fucked up my closing performance.”

Donghyuck mocked a pout, tutting lightly. “Well, if you told me earlier, then I’d have waited it out until Doyoung closed up shop. Pity I don’t get to see you twirling in that dress, but I think Jaemin’s taking it harder than I am.”

“He’s right, kitten,” Na Jaemin spoke up, sucking in a sharp breath as he stepped closer to you, hands reaching out to hover over your hips, “and you just had to dress up all pretty today.”

“I dress up pretty every day, Jaemin.”

He grinned in response. “I love it when you talk back.”

“Cake eater,” Chenle grumbled under his breath.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the pair. You got involved with Jaemin a few times more than you should’ve, and curse your libido because sleeping with a mobster had you a foot in the grave. They could pump your head with lead at any given moment, so you had no choice but to comply. You knew you were partly to blame for Jaemin’s unwanted attention, though, but at least you had Doyoung to keep you in check.

You were well aware of the mafia’s antics. Whenever someone went missing, you knew who was behind it; whenever you heard distant cries in the night, you knew who caused it; and whenever you saw them hanging around the club, you knew who they were hiding from.

On the other hand, Jaemin was relatively harmless. Donghyuck, for one, was merciless, but Jaemin couldn’t resist a woman. More importantly, he couldn’t resist you.

That was probably the best protection you could get from the mafia. Doyoung could only do so much to keep you away, but with Jaemin’s soft side for you, you had the upper hand.

“What’re you guys here for?” Doyoung cut in, stepping in front of you to keep you away from Jaemin. A wise decision on his part, but Jaemin’s eyes never left yours.

“We have someone for you to keep an eye on,” Chenle replied, handing Doyoung a poorly drawn sketch of a young man. You couldn’t help but peer over Doyoung’s shoulder to take a look. “Lee Minhyung—nosy little detective who’s been tracking down mafia activity in these parts.”

“What’s that gotta do with us?” you asked, raising a brow at Chenle.

The other gangster, Jeno, tutted at you, walking closer until he was right in front of you. You stiffened and took a step back, but Jeno gripped your chin with his fingers and tilted your head up. He looked you dead in the eye and scoffed.

“The mouth on this girl,” he chided.

You wriggled your way out of his grip. “That’s not how you treat a lady.”

“Lady? Dressed like that?”

“That’s enough,” Doyoung interjected firmly. He turned to Chenle and held up the drawing. “What do you want us to do? We don’t have any control over what the agency does.”

“Of course, of course,” Chenle answered. “We only ask that you… distract him.”

“Distract him?” Doyoung pressed.

“Rumor has it that Lee Minhyung’s catching onto this joint,” Donghyuck explained. “He knows that Blue Paradise is a hotspot for mafia activity, so he’s going undercover to track us down.”

You raised a brow at Donghyuck. The question that hung in your head felt dangerous to voice, but you had to ask in case you were being led into a trap.

“If you know what he looks like, why don’t you take care of it yourselves?”

“That’s the fun part, kitten,” Jaemin cooed. “Since we have matters to attend to elsewhere, we’re leaving Minhyung to you while we’re gone.” His grin turned sinister, almost bloodthirsty. “We expect you to hand him over to us all pretty ‘n perfect when we’re back in a few weeks.”

“What?” Doyoung spit out. “Are you talking to Y/N?”

“That’s right.” Donghyuck turned to the owner and gave him a once-over. “No offense, but how’s an old geezer like you gonna keep Minhyung around here? It only makes sense if one of your pretty little flappers keeps the man on his toes.”

The owner grit his teeth. “And what exactly are you asking Y/N to do?”

“Calm down, Doyoung. You’re getting the wrong idea, my friend.” Jaemin barked out a laugh and stepped closer to the older man, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. His grip was formidable as Doyoung could hardly shake him off. Jaemin’s cold eyes turned to you, a pleasant smile on his face. “I trust Y/N can put on a show however she pleases. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“And if I don’t?” you asked.

This time, Chenle guffawed. He shook his head like he was enjoying some pleasant inside joke, and he stepped closer to you, leaning down so his lips were by your ear.

“Why don’t you try going against us?” he asked darkly. “See who ends up with lead pumped through their skull.”

“That’s enough,” Doyoung interrupted sharply.

You were at a crossroads.

Being in the mafia’s line of vision was one thing, but directly working under them was essentially signing your death certificate. However, you were already at a point where you had no other option. Agreeing would be fatal, but declining would probably be even worse. If you got on their bad side, they would surely come for you and your family. At the very least, you could protect Doyoung and his business by going along with what they were asking of you.

“It’s okay, Doyoung,” you spoke up, mustering up your courage. “You just want me to keep him interested if he comes around, right? Stall him ‘til you’re back? I can do that.”

Donghyuck grinned. “Good—”

“In exchange,” you cut in, “I want you to leave Doyoung and this place alone from now on.”

“Don’t you worry, doll, we’ll guarantee your safety if you stay in line and follow exactly what we say,” Jeno said. He stepped closer to you and looked you dead in the eye. “Are we in agreement?”

You swallowed thickly before whispering, “Yes, we are.”

As if you had any other choice.

Later that night, Jaemin snuck away to take you home.

“No one’s hurting you, kitten,” he assured as his lips dragged along your collarbone. “You just gotta do this simple little task ‘n they’ll get off your back.”

Tears welled up in your ears. You had to will yourself not to cry in front of the gangster, though. Showing any sign of fear would automatically give him the upper hand.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin continued. “You know I won’t let them lay a finger on that pretty face of yours.”

You didn’t trust Na Jaemin one bit. In fact, you wouldn’t put it past him to take his gun out on you at any given second. The only reason why you went along with his empty words was because you would rather sleep with the bad guy than end up as a newspaper headline. When it came down to it, Jaemin was sweet to you, but that was only because you stayed behind the line he drew. If you ever crossed him, you were sure something unforgiving would flash behind those dark eyes of his.

“I do,” you lied coolly, shuddering when Jaemin peppered kisses down your chest.

“I’m leaving soon,” he murmured. “Just do what you’re told, and no one’ll get hurt.”

You nodded. It wasn’t like you had any room to refuse him, not when Jaemin carried a revolver in his inner coat pocket. You felt it far too many times when he was pressed up against you, taking you against the nearest wall he could find. The muzzle of the gun would be pressing against your thigh from his coat, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Jaemin’s lips were pressed against yours.

Thankfully, he had the coat off this time, but he pulled back before anything escalated.

“I have to go,” he said. “You know, that thing we said we were going to.”

“What thing?”

“We have matters to deal with regarding a federal agent,” Jaemin answered. “We leave in a few hours, but I just wanted to drop by before I left.”

If anyone watched this scene unfold with no knowledge of Jaemin’s affiliation, it would have almost sounded romantic. However, to you, the words sounded like a warning, like he was keeping tabs on you for as long as he could. You knew you had little influence over Jaemin, but you were terrified of what he was capable of.

“Goodbye then,” you muttered as he picked up his coat to leave.

“I’ll be back before you know it, kitten.”

He held your jaw as he stood at the doorway, inspecting your face carefully before he smiled and let go. That might have been the first accidental slip of softness from Na Jaemin in years, but it was quickly replaced by a dark glint in his eyes. He dipped his head to bid you farewell, and he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Two weeks.

You had two weeks to find this Lee Minhyung somehow, get him to reveal his identity, and then turn him in to Capone’s men.

You had two weeks to figure out a way to protect you and Doyoung.

The first day of your mission rolled by without any reasonable suspicion. Naturally, you were on edge. That was one day without running into Lee Minhyung, meaning time was running out for you to get a hold on him.

You tried to convince yourself that progress would be gradual, and you perhaps wouldn’t run into him right away. Doyoung tried to assure you of this when you complained to him, but even he seemed unsure of his own words. Sniffing out a detective was close to impossible, especially when you had no idea what he looked like aside from the terrible sketch you saw.

On the second day, though, you frowned when you saw two men muttering to each other in a booth at the far end of the club. They were both wearing fitted suits and fedora hats that cast shadows down their faces. You would have missed them if it weren’t for one of them staring you down from across the room.

“Doyoung,” you whispered harshly, trying to get the owner’s attention with a jab to his side. “Look—don’t they look suspicious?”

“They’re talking, Y/N,” Doyoung replied dryly. “That’s what people do. They talk.”

You sighed. Maybe Doyoung had a point. Maybe you were looking into this far too closely.

Doyoung held out two glasses for you to take and continued, “If you really wanna find out, then take these drinks to them.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, clearing your throat before walking over to the two men. The shorter one immediately started whispering in his friend’s ear when he noticed you approaching them. You plastered a bright smile across your face and tilted your chin up confidently.

“Gentlemen,” you cooed, setting the drinks down in front of them, “you can’t come to Blue Paradise and not have a single drink.”

“Uh, we didn’t order these,” the taller one spoke up. Despite his sharp features, his eyes were soft and gentle. He turned to his friend, confused. “Renjun, did you order these?”

His friend looked just as confused, shaking his head.

You grinned. “It’s on the house. You two here for the live entertainment or something?”

He glanced at his friend and snickered. “Or something.” His eyes swept your figure—something you were used to by now. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment before you chirped, “And what’s your name, handsome?”

“Mark,” he answered, and you weren’t quite sure why, but his answer felt practiced. Maybe you were just overthinking again, but some of his facial features resembled that terrible sketch of Lee Minhyung. “You… uh, come around here often?”

“I work here.” When you noticed the flush of red tinting his ears, you couldn’t help but giggle. You turned on your heel and flashed a smile over your shoulder. “Drop by anytime, Mark.”

You could hear Renjun making fun of Mark for his pathetic pick-up line right after you left. Flirting with guys was quite normal since it was part of the job, but making a shy guy initiate always made you swell with pride. You sauntered back to the bar, letting out a petulant sigh when you took a seat next to Ryujin.

“Who was that? He’s a looker,” she said with a grin. “He’s still staring at you, you know?”

“I can tell,” you replied. “Somehow the cuteness is throwing me off, though. I don’t think he’s totally innocent.”

“Oh, of course,” Ryujin gushed. “He’s gotta be a freak in bed.”

That definitely wasn’t what you were thinking, but you indulged Ryujin in her little fantasy. What was itching your brain was the look in Mark’s eyes when you asked for his name. It almost seemed like he was waiting for you to ask him that, but you supposed your anxiety over the Minhyung situation was at fault.

Maybe it would be wise to entertain Mark. If you danced around with him for long enough, he would be sure to break. The worst-case scenario would be that he was telling the truth, and then you could move on and keep looking for Minhyung.

As you were devising a plan once Ryujin left to entertain some guests, Mark ended up walking over to sit next to you.

“Refill?” you asked, eyeing the empty glass in his hand.

“I’m not big on drinking,” Mark replied, setting it down on the counter. You thought that would be the end of it, but he took a seat next to you. The exact seat that Ryujin was sitting in earlier.

“You should’ve come by last week,” you said. “That’s when I had performances lined up.”

“You play an instrument?”

You giggled a little, gesturing to your outfit. “No, I dance. You should watch me sometime.”

This seemed to pique Mark’s interest. “When’s your performance?”

“I don’t have one this week.” You let out a retired sigh. Doyoung had given you a break from performances after Capone’s men paid you two a visit. He figured that you would be too stressed to think about dancing. “Let’s just say I have a lot on my mind this week.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

You snorted a little. “Talking isn’t gonna help. I just need to unwind.”

Mark was silent for a moment, and you thought he was going to drop the conversation for a moment before he asked, “Then… you wanna dance?”

You looked over at him, startled, before stifling a small laugh. “Dance? That’s my job. All I do is dance.”

“That’s not what I meant.” A gentle smile spread across his face. “I mean, do you wanna dance for fun? Haven’t you ever danced outside of this joint? Somewhere where you’re not expected to be perfect?” When you cocked your head, intrigued, Mark continued, “You know, away from all the old saps here drooling over you?”

You pondered on his question. You couldn’t recall ever dancing just for the sake of it. Dancing was always something that went hand-in-hand with work. It was always just something to bring in the extra money and the lecherous eyes of men who coughed up dough.

“No,” you replied, “It’s always just been in this club.”

Mark’s eyebrow raised a little, almost like he was grateful for the opening. “Then… would you like to spend the night with me after you’re done with work?”

“What about your friend?”

“Eh. He’ll be fine.”

Despite his wording, you couldn’t pick up any sort of sexual undertone from Mark. Plus, you were slightly intrigued at the prospect of spending time with him alone. Maybe it was the crowd, but you still felt like he was putting up walls between you two. Maybe he would turn around if you got him to crack.

You grinned. “Then it’s a date.”

You admired Mark’s patience in waiting so long for you to be free. You were tasked to sweep the floors and wipe down the tables after closing, so you had him wait around until you were done with your work and changed.

Your clothing choices as a flapper allowed strangers to assume that you just liked to show off, but you also adored the frocks that gave off a more modest look. Plus, if Mark was going to take you dancing, you wanted to see how the skirt of your dress could fan out.

He was nothing short of charming, you discovered. Mark was a natural conversationalist, and he always circled back to ask you questions about your hopes and dreams. He didn’t strike you as someone so idealistic, but his eyes seemed to shine when you talked about moving to California and making it big in Hollywood.

“What about you?” you asked afterward. “Do you have any dreams?”

Mark sucked in a sharp breath. “Dreams? None in particular, but I do wanna travel the world when I’m older.”

“Why don’t you start now?”

“Now isn’t the time for that.” He smiled softly, and before you could press him further, Mark took your hand. Soft jazz music filled the streets, and you could see people dancing along the sidewalk as a brass band played nearby. “Dance with me?”

You smiled a little as he pulled you closer by the waist. For a while, you two followed the steps that the rest of the crowd were in tune to, but eventually, Mark started dancing with you on his own. You were left surprised every time he spun or dipped you out of nowhere, but it made you laugh.

You were having fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to let loose like this in front of a stranger. The minutes ticked by, and you weren’t even sure how long it had been, but you were certain you and Mark had danced through at least six songs.

“Where’d you learn how to dance?” you asked.

“You pick some things up when you live in New Orleans,” he replied, clutching one of your hands and using the other to hold the small of your back. You giggled as he spun you around. “But I’m not all that good. Not as good as you, at least.”

“You haven’t tripped over my feet yet, so you’re doing just fine in my book,” you said. “So, what brought you to Blue Paradise today?”

“Needed a break from work,” Mark answered with a sly grin. “Didn’t realize the staff was so welcoming.”

Your chest felt hot at his words. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and you were suddenly very aware of the proximity between you two. The way he looked at you felt like he was peering right into your soul, and you shrank back from his gaze.

“You’re pretty, Y/N,” he murmured.

For a moment, your breath was caught in your throat. You were so sure he was going to kiss you by the way he was looking at you, leaning in like you were all he could see. Right before his lips brushed against yours, though, the music came to an end and the crowd was cheering for the performance.

Mark and you separated too quickly, so fast that his touch didn’t linger on your skin. You wondered if you would feel his hands on your waist like that again, but that paled in comparison to how you felt when he was about to kiss you.

“Thanks for the dance,” you said with a smile. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you around more often.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh?”

Of course, your words translated into other et ceteras. You and Mark quickly gave in to your carnal instincts.

You were currently pinned up against your door as Mark held you in his arms and kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless.

After you two walked and talked for a while, he graciously offered to walk you home. You accepted because you hated walking home on your own late at night. There was no Jaemin hanging around to protect you, either.

You were expecting something, especially after all the sexual tension that had been pent up earlier. However, Mark’s casual conversation with you during the walk home made you wonder if he even had any filthy intentions to begin with. The way he was talking to you about the stars was so wholesome that you couldn’t imagine him initiating anything but a peck on the cheek.

Oh, how you were wrong.

Mark swallowed hard when you batted your eyelashes at him and asked if he wanted to take a look at your place. You were glad that he picked up on your message, and he proceeded to pin you to your door as soon as you closed it behind you. Much unlike his reserved demeanor, Mark kissed you with such confidence and intensity that your knees were buckling under you. His lips were soft and smooth, moving against yours so effortlessly that, for the first time, you felt completely inexperienced.

His knee slotted between your legs, and you let out a whimper. It was a sound that Mark didn’t let go unnoticed, which was evident by the way his smirk grew against your lips. You reached your hand up to tug through his hair in retaliation, but Mark just grabbed your thighs to lift you up. You directed him to your bedroom—something you forgot you had to do because it had always been Jaemin taking you home.

“You’re so pretty,” he said with a blissful sigh, scooping you up in his arms like it was nothing. “Can I touch you?”

You giggled. “Where?”

“Wherever you want me to touch you,” he replied, setting you down on your bed. He sat at the edge of your bed, smiling fondly down at you. You didn’t let that softhearted look fool you, though; his eyes were full of lust and his voice was husky. “Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?”

You reached for his hand, letting his palm slide up your leg, hiking your skirt up as he did. You gasped a little at how big his hands were, but he didn’t seem to lose his composure. His eyes were trained on you, devouring you whole. You stopped his hand when he was right near the apex of your legs, his thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh.

“T-there,” you answered, breath hitching.

“Here?” He rubbed your inner thigh slowly. Torturously. You nearly whined at how he was teasing you. “That can’t be right, darling.”

“No, Mark,” you whimpered, tapping his hand. “Up more.”

You wanted to cry when he moved his hand over your hip and onto your stomach. He was doing this on purpose. He was getting you riled up and toying with your head. Worst of all, he was enjoying his little game. You hated to admit it, but you had never been this turned on in your life.

He got over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck so that he could press kisses to your shoulder. You whined at the feeling of his lips ghosting your skin, and you were almost begging for more by the time he started rocking his hips against yours.

“Can I eat you out?” he rasped in your ear, and it had all happened so fast. You were nodding eagerly and Mark was hurrying to get rid of your clothes after that. You could see his remaining self-control shatter once you were naked in front of him. “My god… you’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Your gratitude hung on your tongue, but you could hardly speak when you were so flustered. Even more so when Mark lowered himself between your thighs, pressing two soft kisses up your leg before licking one long stripe along your slit.

“Oh,” you moaned out, louder than you had intended to be.

Against all rational thought, you fueled him even more, spurring the man to eat you out like a man starved. He truly knew his way around the female body with how he teased you and gave you what you wanted at all the perfect times. You shuddered when he kissed your clit, then cried out when his lips wrapped around the engorged ball of nerves to suck on it.

You were nearly sobbing at how good it felt, and it was clear that Mark knew how much you enjoyed it. His tongue teased your slit before plunging into your hole, relishing how your walls constricted around him. He paired the sensation with his fingers rubbing your clit, and you felt like you were floating amongst the clouds.

It was euphoric. You had never felt anything like this before. All you could do was moan and cry for more, tugging on Mark’s hair until you were crying actual tears from the pleasure.

“G-gonna cum,” you warned, and Mark only nodded, resorting to gripping your thighs harder so that he could bury his face in your cunt more. You whimpered at the feeling of his nose against your clit for a moment before it was replaced by his thumb.

Your orgasm didn’t just hit.

You squirted. It was something you had never done before because no man had ever made you feel that good. Now, however, you were too caught up in the intense waves of pleasure to register that Mark was lapping up the cum that was spilling out of you.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you kept repeating like a broken record, wiping the tears from your eyes as you tried to ground yourself. With one last drag of his tongue along your soaking slit, Mark lifted his head to look at you. You immediately reached for his face, cupping his cheeks and begging, “Kiss me, Mark, please—”

He didn’t need to hear one more word. Mark grabbed your chin and sealed his lips over yours to shut you up. There was nothing innocent about it; you both were overcome with lust and wanted nothing more than to taste each other.

You could taste yourself on Mark’s lips, and the idea never struck you as anything you wanted to try out before. Now, though, you were completely aroused.

“Want my cock?” he whispered against your lips, half-lidded eyes searching for an answer in yours. You nodded dumbly, and Mark grinned. “You sure?”

“Yes, please,” you whined. “Give it to me already.”

He tutted, shaking his head. You were afraid he would refuse you, but it seemed that Mark was too aroused for his own good, too. He got rid of his pants in front of you, kneeling so that you could watch him strip them off. Your eyes were fixed on his size, wondering how the hell something that huge could fit inside you.

“So impatient.”

Your eyes shot back up at him. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He grabbed your thighs and positioned himself at your entrance. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Even the closeness was driving you crazy, and you just wanted to pull him forward and be held against his chest.

Mark leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck as he pushed himself in with a groan. You gasped as he made it past your tight muscle walls with some easing and coaxing. You felt like the rest of the world had faded away, and all that existed was this feeling.

“Holy fuck,” you whimpered.

“That’s it, pretty,” he grunted. He waited until you had eased up some more before he started fucking you, moving in and out of you at a steady rhythm. You tried calling his name to tell him how good it felt, but you found yourself just babbling nonsense. “This is what you wanted, right? Wanted to be fucked stupid.”

He had fucked you until his pelvis was flush against yours, and all that you could hear was the slapping sounds of sex and his filthy words in your ear. You never knew it could feel this good—so good that you were crying over his cock. It was a little humiliating, but you didn’t care at the moment.

Mark held your waist and sped up his thrusts, kissing along your jaw as he did. You felt like he was splitting you apart, and it was almost like the death of stars. He was working you up to your supernova.

And there it was.

You could see all the stars in the sky. Fizzling. Burning. Imploding. You were falling apart around Mark, but he continued bucking his hips into you at a staggered pace, trying to make the most of your orgasm. You were too dazed and tired to hold onto him anymore, but the stars slowly started to fade away, and you could see Mark’s beautiful face again.

“Good girl,” he praised against your neck, pressing a few kisses before he pulled out of you so that he could let out a low groan and cum on your thigh. You didn’t mind—or, rather, you were too fucked out to care.

And when it was all over—when you and Mark were spent and holding each other—you couldn’t help but feel consumed by guilt afterward because part of you was still suspecting that Mark was hiding something.

“But the sex was good, right?” Ryujin pressed. You weren’t able to disclose the details of what Capone’s gang wanted from you, but you did end up telling her about what happened between you and Mark last night. “Who cares if you just met him that day, Y/N? You’ve gotta let loose 'n have some fun once in a while.”

“I know, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s just… was it too soon?”

“Oh, please.” She scoffed. “You’ve never complained about moving fast with guys before. This sap took you out dancing and you’re still having doubts?”

Ryujin had a point. You never cared about the concept of moving too fast until this very moment. You had always felt rather sexually liberated since you didn’t like to follow the old-fashioned ways of dating. Right now, though, you were an utter mess.

From where you could see Mark and Renjun at their booth, talking amongst themselves, you couldn’t help but feel your face get hot. The reminders of last night were subtle—dark splotches on the back of your neck and scratches down his back—but even though they weren’t visible, you were embarrassed at the very thought of knowing they were there.

“I’ve gotta bounce, babe,” Ryujin said, grabbing a tray that was full of drinks, ready to serve to a table of boisterous men. “You go talk to that cutie, okay?”

She was most definitely referring to Mark. As if the man had some extraordinary sixth sense, his eyes flitted to yours from across the room. You tried to look away as fast as you could, but Mark had already caught your gaze. You two shared a small smile, which felt like a little secret, before Doyoung approached you.

“Still think he’s suspicious?” he asked in a low voice, sounding a touch amused.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. “I do, actually, but I can’t place my finger on it.”

“Really? Even after you two have been making eyes at each other for the past hour?” Doyoung asked. “Y/N, I don’t want you to keep worrying about what Capone’s—”

“I can’t not worry, Doyoung,” you interrupted. “Your business—hell, your life could be at stake.”

“I get it,” he started softly, “but I don’t want to see you throwing something—or someone—away because of me.”

“Something? Someone? There’s nothing,” you tried to assure him. “We were together once. That’s all it was.”

“If you say so.”

Unfortunately, you were very, very wrong.

Your one night stand with Mark was rapidly evolving into something more. Sex became far more casual to the point where it was interfering with your work. You thought Mark would’ve preferred keeping it to your bedroom, but that was before he got to see you perform. You were definitely satisfied when you noticed how transfixed he was on you, but after that, every performance ended with Mark dragging you to the back room and fucking you in a blind spot.

You didn’t have a clear grasp on the concept of dating. You had only ever been pursued by men who wanted sex, so for Mark to ask you out to get food and go on walks felt foreign. You weren’t sure how to feel when he’d take you out with zero expectations of getting your clothes off.

Over the days, this became a problem. He was distracting you from what you actually needed to do, and that was to find out who Minhyung was. It was nearing closer to the time when Capone’s dogs would return, and you were wallowing in guilt for playing around with Mark the entire time.

You felt ashamed, though, because you still had your suspicions about him. For one, you two talked about so much, but you still felt like you hardly knew him. He told you about his dreams and aspirations for the future, but you didn’t even know what his surname was. You knew what his favorite color was and what medium of art he preferred, but you didn’t know what his job was.

The problem with all of this was that you were already falling for Mark, and you were sure your world would fall apart if you found out he was actually Minhyung.

Actually, the truth was that part of you already knew, but you didn’t want to accept it. Hearing the words fall from his very lips would be the most heartbreaking confirmation you had ever received.

Like your usual work day, Mark had offered to walk you home. He always said something about the streets being dangerous late at night. All you could wonder about was why he was spending his days at Blue Paradise with Renjun. It made no sense if he had work, but you could never bring yourself to ask.

Like your usual work day, it ended with Mark pushing you down onto your bed and fucking the daylights out of you.

He thrusted into you at a steady pace, gripping your hips so tightly that you were sure the pads of his fingers would leave bruises. Mark left hickies down your neck, whispering praise against your skin that was hardly audible—a secret to bury itself within your very skin. You sighed in bliss, nails running down his back, leaving white-hot trails.

“Y/N,” he mumbled out, pushing your legs closer to your chest so that he could bury his cock inside you deeper. He struggled for words for a moment, stuttering, “S-shit…”

You whimpered out when his cock kissed your cervix, hitting that wonderful spot right below. It made your head fog over and your toes curled from the pleasure.

“Y/N,” Mark called out, his hand sliding over yours so that he could interlace his fingers with yours. His dark eyes pierced yours, and you had never seen him look so serious. “I want you to call me by my name.”

You cried, “Mark.”

His lips moved to ghost the shell of your ear. “My real name, Y/N. I haven’t told you yet.”

If only he could feel the strike of terror that spot up your spine.

“It’s Mark,” you insisted, tears springing to your eyes.

You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want him to break this rose-tinted fantasy. You didn’t want him to shatter the world where you could escape and be with Mark forever.

“It’s not, doll,” he whispered, bringing a hand to cup your face gently. “That’s not my real name.”

“No,” you mumbled. You placed your hand over his, sniffling sharply to get rid of the knot in your throat. “Stop.” You pulled away and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs rubbing small circles against his cheeks. “Mark, stop it.”

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you,” he apologized, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Things are different now, though. I wanna be with you.”

He didn’t get it. He didn’t realize that this declaration of love was going to split you two apart for good.

True love was unflinching, unbreakable. You feared that you and Mark were far too weak to hold the weight of such love. The circumstances were already set in stone along with your fate, so there were no stars in the sky that aligned for you two.

You whimpered. “Mark…”

“Not Mark, my love,” he murmured. “It’s Minhyung. My real name’s Lee Minhyung.”

And that was when it clicked that everything between you and him had always been destined for tragedy.

It was your last day of freedom when you felt so hopelessly miserable. You couldn’t bring yourself to work properly, so you asked Doyoung to let Ryujin replace your performances for the day. He took one look at your forlorn expression and filled up a glass of beer for you.

“I found him,” you told your boss, and he was taken aback by how fragile and hollow you sounded. “I found Minhyung.”

Normally, this would be good news. You had just saved yourself and Blue Paradise from being terrorized by Capone’s men. However, Doyoung knew better; he immediately knew that the worst had come true.

“Is it really him?” he asked, a frown settling on his face. “You’re sure it’s really him?”

“He said it himself,” you croaked out. “It’s not like I didn’t see this coming. You know I’ve always had my suspicions about him.”

“Y/N, but you like—”

“You think Scarface gives a damn about my feelings?” you cut in. “I know what he’s gonna do to you if I cover for Minhyung.”

You could cut yourself on the edge of a knife, but only Minhyung would bleed.

Doyoung couldn’t even bring himself to look at you. It was as if someone had punched him in the gut. You thought he couldn’t care less about Mark being Minhyung, but perhaps it was your own sorrow that was affecting him deeply. It wasn't like there were any other options for you, though. If you didn’t fess up about Minhyung, then someone would get hurt. In the end, there was no room for a happy ending.

After a period of silence, you spoke up, “Hey, I’ll take out the trash,” you offered. “It’s the least I could do since I’m not working today.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Doyoung moved to the side with a tight smile.

You grabbed the metal dustbin to take it out to the dumpster in the back of the club. As soon as you emptied the waste, though, you felt two hands cover your eyes from behind. You yelped before realizing those hands belonged to Minhyung. It was almost scary how you could identify them instantly.

You turned to see the man grinning sheepishly. He was wearing the same stiff suit to the club, but his eyes were full of adoration. You had pleaded with him numerous times to loosen his tie or unbutton his shirt, but he was always unwilling. He told you that the only time he would break his personal dress code was for you behind closed doors.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he apologized. “I just wanted to see you. You seemed kinda off today.”

You snorted. “Is that so?” He hit the bullseye, but you didn’t want him to know what was actually going on. Dread pitted in your gut at the thought of Minhyung figuring out that you were about to betray him. “It’s nothing. I’m just not feeling that well, but you should go back inside.”

“Want me to come over later?” he asked, reaching out to rub your arms gently.

“It’s fine. I’m off shift, so—”

“Then we can go right now.”

You pressed your lips together but hesitantly agreed. “You can head there first. I’ve got a bit more to finish before I’m off the hook.”

He frowned before lowering his voice to ask, “Are you mad because I didn’t tell you my name was Minhyung before?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, not at all.” Yes, because it’s the end for us.

“Alright,” he said softly. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You managed a smile but your words were barely audible when you answered, “Okay.”

Minhyung turned around the corner and left you alone behind the club. You leaned back against the wall and let out a heavy sigh, fighting back the tears that were pricking your eyes. The knot in your throat that you swallowed while Minhyung was talking to you had risen again, making you choke up on your own saliva.

The predicament you were in was already weighing heavy on your mind, but what made you feel worse was when a familiar voice sounded from the other alleyway to the back of the club.

“Looks like you’ve found him, huh?”

Of course you recognized that voice; there was no way you could mistake Na Jaemin’s voice. The terrifying part, though, was that he was the single worst person to have eavesdropped on your conversation. You felt like any chance you had of lying to Capone’s men had been crushed.

But today was supposed to be your last day. They weren’t supposed to hound you until tomorrow.

“Jaemin?” you asked, shocked. “What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back until—”

“Until tomorrow?” Jaemin scoffed. “I swung by to pay you a visit. Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy.” His eyes darkened. “At least I take it you’ve found the man.”

You were frozen in place. Scared out of your mind. You feared that whatever you said would get Minhyung killed on the spot.

Jaemin’s lips parted. “Don’t tell me…”

“Please. Don’t kill him, Jaemin,” you begged, voice breaking as you spoke. “He—he hasn’t even asked me a single question about the mafia!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’d rather you shoot me dead right here,” you insisted. “I’d rather you kill me before I betray him.”

Jaemin gritted his teeth. One glance and you could tell he was furious, but his eyes also held something unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or scared, but there was a sense of urgency that had his pupils shaking.

“Jaemin!” you heard Donghyuck’s cold voice shout in the distance. It seemed as though he was in the alleyway that Jaemin was snooping in earlier. “Did you find her yet?!”

Jaemin threw a glance over his shoulder before he grabbed you by the forearm roughly, dragging you away from the back of the club. He took you in the opposite direction of where Donghyuck was, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Chenle guarding the front of the jazz club.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

You were dazed for a split second. Was Na Jaemin helping you?

The building to the right was a barber shop run by Doyoung’s friend, Lee Taeyong. Doyoung and Taeyong often stored supplies for their businesses in the basement behind Taeyong’s shop, so you had the key on you to get in whenever you needed to fetch something. It had an entrance inside the store and outside, so you could get in without needing to ask Taeyong first.

You grabbed Jaemin’s arm and tugged him behind Taeyong’s shop, making him keep a look-out while you fumbled to find the right key. When you were urged to hurry up, you finally tried one of the silver keys that unlocked the hatch. You quickly opened it and let Jaemin inside. Right when you saw Donghyuck turning the corner, you rushed in and closed the heavy door behind you.

“Listen,” Jaemin started, and you had never heard him so serious in his life, “these guys are gonna kill you if they find out you’re protecting Minhyung.”

“And you’re not?”

He stiffened. “I’m gonna give you the chance to run for your fucking life after this. You’re gonna keep running and running until you’re safe, okay? ‘Cause if I catch you, then you’re really dead.”

Your face fell. “I have nowhere to go, Jaemin. My family—”

“Your family’s gonna be just fine, Y/N,” he assured. “Capone’s guys have no idea who you’re related to or where they live. They’re not gonna go after them.”

“But they’re the only people I can go to now, and if I stay with them, they’re gonna be in danger.”

“You’re not gonna stay with them.” Jaemin held up a train ticket and handed it to you. “You’re getting the hell out of Louisiana.”

“California?” You grabbed the ticket from him and inspected it. “Where did you even get this? And why?”

“I had a feeling you weren’t gonna find Minhyung,” Jaemin answered in a grumble, “but guess I was wrong.”

You felt like all your words of gratitude were caught in your throat. You had no idea Jaemin would cover for you like this, especially when he could get killed for conspiring with you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, though you weren’t exactly sure what you were apologizing for. Putting Jaemin in danger? Setting his expectations too high? Whatever it was, you knew a blotched confession when you heard one.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I just want you to run, Y/N. I can keep them off your trail for a while, but I’m not sure how much longer they’ll believe me.” He reached for your hands, gripping them tight. “I’m gonna leave and distract them. When you hear the gunshot, start running to your place as fast as you can, okay? Grab everything you can and head straight for the train station.”

You nodded, sharing one last lingering gaze with Jaemin before he left you in the basement. You waited by the door patiently, and you could hear your blood rushing in your ears.

Then, it hit you. Why would Jaemin fire his gun just to signal for you to run? If anything, he would be drawing unnecessary attention to you.

When you heard the gunshot, though, like firecrackers in the distance, you decided to put your full trust in Jaemin this one time. You swung the door open and started running through the alleyway, bolting away from the commotion. A huge crowd of people were swarming the streets to see what had happened, but you kept your focus ahead.

It was when you were at the gate of your apartment, lungs burning and legs giving out, that you realized the gunshot wasn’t from Jaemin.

They must have stopped believing him.

You hadn’t even realized you were sobbing until Minhyung stopped you at the door of your apartment. His brows were pulled together with concern and his hands were reaching for you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked, and fuck, you forgot he was meeting you at your place. “You’re crying.”

In that moment, your head definitely wasn’t clear because your thoughts were going at a million miles per second. However, you knew that you were making the right decision when you handed Minhyung your train ticket.

He looked down at it with a frown. Maybe it would have been smarter to take Jaemin’s train ticket for yourself, but you would have hated yourself if you ran from Minhyung like this. You couldn’t betray him and leave him for dead back in New Orleans.

“Go to California,” you begged. “Get away from this place. Those guys—Capone’s men—they wanna kill you, Minhyung.”

His face hardened, and the words you least expected fell from his lips. “I know.”

You choked. “You—you what?”

“I had my suspicions that they were gonna coerce someone from Blue Paradise to figure out who I was,” he said, “but I only confirmed it was you that night I told you my real name.”

Tears were pricking your eyes at his words. How could he be so nonchalant about this when you had practically stabbed him in the gut? You were feeling worse and worse, but you knew your best bet for redemption was to let him go.

“Why didn’t you say something?” you whispered.

“Because I knew you felt the same way I feel about you.”

You wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks and moved your hands to hold Minhyung’s face. You looked him dead in the eye and said, “I do, so I need you to leave now. Leave before they find you.”

“What about you?” he mumbled, placing his large hand over yours.

You closed your eyes to avoid how sad his gaze was. “I’ll be fine. I’ll hide from them somehow and find you.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t… not when Doyoung could be in danger. Plus, I can’t just leave my family to fend for themselves.”

He hesitated. “I can’t leave you like this, Y/N.”

“You have to. After everything I hid from you, I probably deserve it.”

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Here’s what we’ll do, okay? I’ll go to California, like you want me to, but you’re gonna find Renjun. He’ll take you somewhere safe. We’ll figure out things from there.”

“Renjun,” you echoed. “He’ll take me somewhere safe? What about Doyoung?”

“I’ll call him right now, so pack your things before Capone’s men get here. I’ll make sure Doyoung’s not in any danger, too.”

You agreed and rushed to pack every important item you could. There was no way you could pack an entire suitcase in the limited time you had, so you settled for filling up a few bags with all of your essentials. You would rather replace belongings than be killed by Donghyuck and his men.

When you took one more look at the dingy apartment you had been staying in for years and closed the door for the last time, Minhyung was pacing in the entryway. You figured he was keeping a lookout for Capone’s men, but you had never seen him so stressed.

“Y/N, come with me,” he breathed out, grabbing your hand and taking you down the staircase to exit the building from the back. “Renjun’s parked down the block. He’s gonna take you away from this place.”

“What about Doyoung?” you asked.

“He’s fine,” Minhyung assured. “Looks like someone was killed outside Blue Paradise, so the mafia can’t get anywhere near the place with police crawling the streets. Renjun warned him about Capone’s men, and he’s gonna stay low-profile until things calm down.” You two sped up when you saw Renjun’s black car in sight. Minhyung continued, “Don’t worry. Doyoung has a lot of influence around these parts; no one’s touching him.”

When you both reached the car, Renjun rolled the window down and pointed to the back seat. “Y/N, get in quick. We have to get out of here before they come looking for you.” He fixed his gaze on Minhyung and frowned. “You’re really leaving for California?”

“I don’t like the idea either, but if I stay here, Y/N’s just gonna be in more danger,” he muttered. “When things cool down, I’ll send you money to get two tickets for California. Capone has men working under him everywhere, so don’t act rashly.”

“Got it,” Renjun said. He locked the doors once you were inside. “Do you have a ride to the train station, Minhyung?”

“Don’t worry,” he assured, “I’m covered. You two be safe.”

You looked up at him, and, before you knew it, Minhyung was cupping your cheeks and leaning over to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. You reciprocated immediately, and you were shocked because you thought the salty taste was from your tears, but you realized it was actually his.

“We’ll meet again,” he murmured against your lips, so quiet like he wanted the promise to sink into your flesh.

“Of course.”

With one last lingering kiss, Minhyung pulled away so that Renjun could pull out of the lot and drive away. He rolled up the windows, but you peered to look at the detective for as long as you could until he was just a speck in the distance.

It had been almost a year since Minhyung had left for California.

You were still living under Renjun’s protection, and your low-profile life was somewhat exhausting, but you still managed to get by. You were able to get in contact with Doyoung, who was, to your relief, perfectly safe. He confirmed that Jaemin was the one who was killed. After that, he was interrogated by Capone’s men about your and Minhyung’s whereabouts, but they eventually left him alone when they figured out he was left in the dark.

Ryujin had been covering your performances, but she was waiting for your return. You eventually were able to visit Blue Paradise with Renjun by your side, and it filled you with inexplicable joy to see business booming as usual.

Minhyung sent you letters occasionally. He wrote you pages and pages of what he was up to, and all the wonderful things about California. He expressed how he missed New Orleans and its nightlife, especially dancing with you under the moonlight. You would write back about how you were doing, but part of you felt like your life was too dull for him to care.

He did care, though. Minhyung answered every single letter of yours. He told you he kept them in a box and that he was counting down the days until you would be free from Capone’s watchful eye.

You were losing hope, though. It was nearing a year and the mafia was still relentless. You confided in Renjun about this, who told you just to keep your chin up and stay optimistic. It was difficult, but you tried.

There were days where you couldn’t fathom ever seeing Minhyung again, though, and you were trying to accept that you two were probably not going to meet again in this life. Perhaps it was true that the stars just didn’t happen to align for you two, but that was something you were just going to have to come to terms with.

Against all odds, you supposed this was the happy ending for you and Minhyung—happy, yet bittersweet. You two were safe, and that was most definitely the best case scenario. This was the best possible outcome of your doomed first love.

Regardless, the sun still rose and set every day, and the stars still twinkled in the night sky.

They moved on, and you could, too.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOOOO thank you for reading !! <33 i did quite a bit of research for this one so it was satisfying when i got to see it all come together :’) i hope you guys enjoyed it too! i’m a sucker for happy endings and sincerely apologize for the angst LOL but if ur like me then u can keep reading past this note for a little sliver of hope ♡ thank you again for reading + supporting my fic!

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Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter reaches you safely. I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. It feels wrong to be in this place without you. We’ve had too many dreams of being here together.

California is beautiful. You’ll love Los Angeles. Nothing beats the nightlife of New Orleans, though, and Blue Paradise is something I miss hearing down the street. Is Doyoung doing well? I remember reading an article somewhere about the success of his establishment.

I’m still mad for you. Say the word, and I’ll come running back to New Orleans to take you back here. We could start a new life and you can have one of your own stars at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Maybe one day we’ll cross paths again. Start new again. I want nothing more than to dance with you once more.

With love, Minhyung

P.S. The stars are beautiful over here. I can only think about how you’re probably seeing the same ones.

February 2, 1928 CAPONE CAN’T STAY, DEPART NEW ORLEANS

NEW ORLEANS—Feb 2—“I can’t leave town because I’m under bond to be tried Saturday and I can’t stay here without being put in jail,” complained Ralph Capone, brother of “Scarface” Al Capone, exiled gang leader, who with an older brother, Albert, faces at least two more arrests if the threat of thomas Healy, superintendent of police, is carried out.

Insisting that he is a “perfectly respectable horseman,” Ralph said that after his trial set on Saturday on a charge of being a dangerous and suspicious character, he intended to return to Chicago.

Arrested three times in three days and ejected from the Roosevelt hotel for registering under assumed names the Capones were placed under bond of $100 each to appear in court Saturday.

Ralph and Mike Raymond, accompanying them, were arrested on similar charges as the men emerged from the Desoto hotel after the time limit set by police for the Capones to leave New Orleans had elapsed.

“Capone is under bond to face trial as a dangerous and suspicious character and cannot be detained under this charge,” James Glynn, captain of detectives, explained yesterday in ordering temporary release.

The Capones were taken into custody Monday night and instructed to leave New Orleans within twenty-four hours.

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Minhyung, I’m free at last. I’m coming to you. Renjun, too.

With love, Y/N

P.S. I can’t wait to dance with you again, my love

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