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Enemy Of The Wolves [1]

TW: Language, Violence, Misogyny, Underlines of Sexisms

Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized crime AU, Mafia AU.

(1/?) Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 5k

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Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.

Notes: Happy 200 followers! This was in my drafts for so long, it’s embarrassing. Technicallt speaking, it’s suppose to be a oneshot and has 22k words to it be I know yall won’t read it LNAOSJA so I’m dividing it in parts hehe. This is more of a corrupt military turned into an undeground organized crime association :)

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

“If you even try pointing that damn pistol at me, I will kill you.” You pulled off your hoodie so you aren’t attacked and mistaken as an intruder, noticing that two of your men already had their hands on their pistols. Your lips crack into a smile as you walk into the academy’s teacher’s lounge. You had just come back from a mission overseas in Canada, arriving in Seoul only a couple of hours ago. You wanted to visit the D.R.E.A.M.S most efficient team before reporting back to Taeyong.

You had been recruited in Neo Culture, a once high ranked military facility who went off the grids when they started getting involved into illegal activity, at the age of fifteen when you were spying on them multiple times for a man (who is now dead, not because you killed him or anything) who paid you a hefty amount of money for the information you were feeding him. It was happening for a couple of weeks until a soldier in training in D.R.E.A.M.S, a person you are currently training, found out about you. Long story short, they reported you to the higher-ups and they made (as they, you mean Johnny, Taeil and Taeyong) them talk to you.

By talk, you truly mean kidnap you and force a deal; work with them/recruit you or you die.

Obviously, you wanted to live. That’s why you’re where you are right now; the co-head alongside Mark Lee and top female captain at Neo Culture.

D.R.E.A.M.S are a unit made by Neo Culture as a way to recruit youth with no home, an unstable life or on the run and offer them a home in exchange for full loyalty to the organization. The teenagers and young adults are trained to become soldiers before graduating from the academy and then are relocated either in the 127 unit or the Japanese base with Yuta, who just recruited a new . Soon, however, they’ll open a base in China for more soldiers to be relocated there. As of right now, only WayV is there.

The D.R.E.A.M.S is composed of ten levels (also known as tiers), ten being the lowest level and one being the highest. Each tier had a specialty that tests your knowledge, physicality, communication, comprehension, real life-like simulations on the battlefield etc.

The the first tier students who are apart of the only squad of D.R.E.A.M.S but are highest-ranked students are called the Dreamies composed of; Huang Renjun who specialized in negotiations and investigations, Jeno who specialized in close-range fighting underground boxing, Haechan in weaponry and long-range fighting/combat, Jaemin in the art of escaping, Chenle in explosives and chemicals and Jisung in coding. Note that they’re still students, just the best of the best and are used to fulfill missions and tasks… and graduate. They all learned from the best; you.

This was all made by the General of Neo, Lee Taeyong.

Taeyong’s family, one of the top military families, was involved in an incident that forced them to turn their military base into a secret hideout for men and women who practiced illegal activities. After three generations of doing so, Taeyong’s father decided to build the academy, created one of the top grossing underground criminal facilities that practiced a military style regime and named it Neo Culture Technology.

“Ew,” Haechan complained while turning to you, “not you being back.” You scoffed under your breath as you hugged Jisung, the first to come to greet you.

“What do you want me to do? Leave?,” you asked while hitting him across his head, “It’s not like you could magically make my body disappear.”

“We could bury you six feet under,” you turned to the second oldest of the Dreamies, a smirk on his face as he sat in a chair reading a book, “slow death as you run out of oxygen.”

“You just gave me flashbacks from when I was 17,” your skin crawled as you sent Renjun a disgusted glance, “never again, thank you.”

“PTSD type beat.” You turn around to roll your eyes at Jeno. He only shrugged, a smirk tugging his lips, “what? Did I lie?”

“Alright, alright,” Mark got up from his seat to give you a hug, one that was longer than usual. You didn’t blame him though, you haven’t seen each other nor called in nearly two months. You melted into his touch, smiling softly in his embrace. You rolled your eyes at the Dreamies in front of you, some of them making kissing faces.

“The hug never happened,” you mouthed. “I will hunt each and every one of you down if anything gets out.” Jaemin chuckled under his breath but quickly threw his hands in the air at your raised eyebrows.

“How was it? What happened?” Mark, who was completely clueless at what just happened, asked while pulling away.

You ran a hand through your black and silver hair, a light sigh escaping your lips, “it was fine, a bitch but it was fine.” You responded, shutting down any possibility to talk about your information. “Plus, it’s classified until I talk to Taeyong.”

The Dreamies looked at you in slight worry. Usually, you’d tell them everything that happened on your mission, it was a report thing you will do since one day, they would be going on month-long missions of their own; they’d gained information on what to expect. Yet, this time, you didn’t want to talk about it.

“You good?” Asked Mark, his hands holding yours.

Do you mention that you and Mark were rather close, especially as captains in one of the deadliest and dangerous industries in the world? Of course, no one knew about this with the exceptions of the squad in front of you. You would rather cease to exist if word got out that both heads of the academy frequently flirted with each other.

You nodded, though hesitantly and sent him a small smile, “but how are my students? How are the classes going?”

You quickly changed the subject and the youngsters didn’t question it. Mark did look at you skeptically but you only shook your head when you caught his glance and he finally let it go. “Your students are a lot nicer than I remember. Though some of them haven’t changed.”

You nodded at his response, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. Even if you were the head of the D.R.E.A.M.S unit, you still had classes you had to teach. It was your choice and it’s not like Taeyong wanted to refuse, so instead of being cooped up in your office, he let you keep teaching the students. Because most of your specialties were already being taught by other instructors, you decided to teach strategies on the battlefield as well as fighting and defense with Mark, who also taught at the academy. You taught those classes to the tenth and second-tier students, their ages ranging from thirteen to nineteen. Even if you were rather lenient with your tenth tier students, the second tier was really where you were a lot harsher and blunt towards the students.

A lot of students respected you, especially the female students. Of course, they were a few that got on your nerves but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. A small group of people who didn’t respect you were the students in the second tier, the people who were friends with the male who found out about you when you were fifteen.

“You’re talking about Jihoon and his friends huh?”

Jeno rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “You could hear Mark screaming at them at least once a day, especially Jihoon.”

“He had the audacity to talk shit about you while you were away and Jisung almost fought him.” you snapped your head at the younger, who was on his phone during Chenle’s report.

“Correction,” Renjun added, clearing his throat, “we almost fought them and he did fight him, blow to the nose.”

“He deserved it.”

“No, he didn’t,” you huffed out and closed your eyes, already feeling the annoyed look from Jisung.

“Yes, he did-”

“Maybe he did but you’re still my student and so is he and the rest of you,” you said bluntly, sending him a disappointed look. “He gets on my nerves all the time but I rather deal with him than fighting him. You probably proved whatever he tried to point out.”

“What did you say?”

You snapped your head at the Mark, who turned his laptop towards you. On the device was a video playing of your squad practically on fire while glaring at your group of mischievous second tier boys. The film was recorded on a top notch hidden camera in the field outside, you only knew this because of the amount of times you’ve seen the cameras. The video was from a few weeks back, long before you were supposed to come back.

“You heard me, Jeno.” One of the boys, Chris, smirked in the video, cracking his knuckles. “Or do your ears not work?”

“Maybe they don’t,” the leader of the Dreamies shrugged, a deep glare crossing his face, “if you say it again motherfucker, I’ll actually pay attention and knock your teeth out.”

“As if,” another, Chan laughed, “you won’t do shit.”

“You forgot that he’s a boxer dumbass,” Jaemin snarled, “and that he gets most of his power from anger.”

Renjun cut in, “go ahead, make him mad. Won’t be hard to bury your body six feet under.”

“Or burn it, dissolve it, amputate your dead body limb by limb,” the second youngest of the Dreamies deadpanned from where he was sitting on the grass, “again, won’t be that much of a challenge.”

“Guys, let’s just leave them alone.”

“Shut up Ezra,” Hyunwoo snarled, running a hand through his hair, “you won’t do shit.”

“Especially with that brat of a captain you have.” Jihoon laughed, “which reminds me, didn’t she sleep with the General so that she could be ranked captain or did she ask with her perfect princess little ass and they handed it to her like a lollipop?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“The rest is basically them going back and forth before Jisung through a punch.”

Were you surprised? No, not really. Upset? Yeah. A lot, actually.

Jisung sulked while leaning against the wall, mumbling under his breath, “well Taeyong said that what I did was justified-”

“You weren’t supposed to say that you idiot-”

“I’m sorry, Taeyong said what?” You cut Haechan off with your hand while looking at Mark. “He said it was justified?”

“He only said that ‘cause he witnessed it,” the co-head of the academy crossed his arms, “wanted to talk to the Dreamies for whatever reason then stumbled onto them fighting.”

Your eyes widen while looking at Jisung. “You did not punch my student in front of my boss.” You scoffed under your breath, irritation rising in your chest. You weren’t as disappointed as you previously were since Taeyong said that it was okay (more or less) but you still were frustrated that this happened while you were gone. “Can’t say I’m disappointed, not even surprised since he had it coming.”

“Told you she wouldn’t be mad.”

“However,” you looked at Jaemin to shut him up before glancing at Jisung again, “I don’t condone fighting among my top tiers, you out of everyone should know that, especially since you’re not only my student but in the only D.R.E.A.M.S squad to exist.” You saw him sigh and look at the floor, upset that he was scolded by you. “Just don’t do it again alright?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Just please tell me you broke his nose,” you asked with an eyebrow raised as a smile tugged his lips. “Yeah, I did.”

“Don’t tell anyone I’m proud.” You gave him a fist bump and rubbed his head, dishevelling his hair. The rest of them chuckled under their breaths as you walked towards the exit. You turned around while glancing at Mark, “anything else I should know?”

The co-Captain shook his head, “other than that, nothing really happened. Your tenth tier class is progressing rather well and quickly too; in a couple of weeks, they should be ready for their passing exam to get to tier nine. Your second-tier class is doing great as expected and is excelling as well. The only thing you should check out Jihoon’s group of friends and himself, they’ve been getting more and more destructive in class lately.”

You raised a brow, your head slightly tilting in confusion, “destructive? How so?”

Jeno answered for him, “a lot more arguments with the teachers than usual, they’ve been disrespecting the younger students as well.”

“Can you guys stop cutting me off-”

“Not to mention the fight he and I had; saying that you did nothing but exist and people gave you what you wanted. Explaining to his friends that you were probably a traitor and you didn’t deserve your position as head of the D.R.E.A.M.S, our captain and the top captain in the association.” Jisung smiled sarcastically, picking at his nails.

“But other than that, it’s great,” Renjun concluded while shrugging his shoulders.

You nod your head with a bitter chuckle escaping your lips, “did not expect them to act out while I was away…” you snarled under your breath, almost expecting more from the boys. You sigh before opening the door, “alright thanks guys, I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Some of them smiled at you while the rest waved.

“Oh, and just because I came back today doesn’t mean I’ll postpone training,” you reminded, “tomorrow morning, five am sharp, don’t be late.” You laughed when you heard them groan, closing the door behind you.

It didn’t take too long to reach the main hall where most students were. You needed to pass through the living space in order to get the other building where Taeyong’s office was; it was easier than going outside. The living space was huge, it basically occupied an entire floor. It was basically a dining half with various rooms such as lounging rooms, study rooms, a library and mini-training rooms. This is where all the tiers commune before they go to their respective buildings for classes and dorms. The buildings were connected, which were blocked by heavy-duty doors and a handprint passcode that only unlocked for the Dreamies, WayV and 127, the symbol of wolves branded on each door.

“Ms. Song!” You turned around and was met with a hug from one of your youngest students. Lia hugged you tightly and started giggling out of happiness. You usually don’t hug your students yet Lia was one of your many exceptions. She was the youngest female in tier ten, therefore making her the youngest female trainee in the D.R.E.A.M.S. Although her age, she was very intelligent and agile for a fourteen-year-old. You knew that if she continued as such, she’d be top of her classes in no time. “I missed you so much! How was your mission? What happened? What information did you gather? Who did you meet?”

You laugh at her excitement, “alright Lia, I missed you too but you know I can’t tell you that. Though, I can ask about your well being, how are you doing?”

She pushed her glasses up and pushed the hair out of her face. Her light brown eyes shined as she quickly explained everything that happened in the last two months. “...and then Ms. Kim taught us how to make a fire out of electrical wires and it was really interesting. Captain Lee also told me that my agility gives me an advantage when I train with him and other trainees. I almost took him down too… almost but Captain is really strong so it was really hard! But I tried even harder and next time I’ll get him!” You laughed at her enthusiasm and ruffled her playfully.

“I’m glad you’re doing great Lia, I’m proud of you.” Her eyes lit up at your compliment as she quickly nodded her head and soon, more students surrounded you at the sight of your presence.

Most of them were your current tenth tier students (some of them were in class with other teachers), glad to see their mentor back and safe at Neo Culture. They told you about what happened in each of their classes and their own experiences in their dorms and how they progressed as individuals. Some who came towards you were your older students, some of them in tier four and five, expressing how they were glad to see you.

“Yo Ms. Song!” you turned your head towards the voice and your eyes quickly landed on the group of problematic students; Jihoon, Chris, Chan, Hyunwoo and Ezra. You nodded at the students as they came forward, the lower-ranked students moving aside to make room for them. Lia moved behind you, joining her friends on the sidelines.

“Captain Song to you,” you instructed, your arms behind your back as you straighten your posture.

“Ah, don’t be like that,” Jihoon sulked, his gaze landing on Lia. “Ms. tenth tier just called you Ms. Song, what’s the harm if we did it?” You lifted a brow at his tone which was a lot less playful and more irritated than anything.

Your once happy and less strict expression quickly turned cold as you took a few steps towards him and his little friend group, “you must understand that you and your fellow classmates are in one of the highest-ranking tiers. Therefore, you do not have the same privileges as your younger peers. You will address me as Captain Song since you are older and therefore, more prone to listen to orders or am I mistaken?” You lifted a brow as you questioned him and he quickly got quiet.

“No, Captain, you are not mistaken.” His friends answered for him as he clenched his jaw.

“Good,” you nodded while clearing your throat. “I’ve also been informed that you five have been causing more trouble than usual… mind explaining?” you glanced at each of them but they looked away. Though, Jihoon looks at you dead in the eyes, almost testing your authority. You scoff under your breath, finding him extremely disrespectful. “None of you have nothing to say?”

“That’s because we don’t need to.”

It was now dead quiet in the lounging area, every student who wasn't in their classrooms or dorms were now looking at you and the group of boys. It was a heavy silence since it was rare for you to be so serious in a usually happy setting such as the lounge. As you said before, a lot of the students were under your care when they first got here and are currently second-tier students. Only a handful have tested you and most of them haven’t stepped over your authority.

Until now.

“I beg your pardon,” you said coldly, almost daring him to repeat what he said.

“I said we don’t need to answer you,” one of your eyebrows raised as you stared at him for a few seconds before chuckling slowly.

“And why is that cadet?”

“Jihoon-” Ezra, one of his friends, tried to stop him from continuing further, “stop, you’re embarrassing us.” But he continued anyway.

“We- I don’t need to answer to someone I’m older than, to a potential traitor, to someone who didn’t even train as long as most of us here and let you alone you… a female.”

His words cut through the air like glass; like silent gunshot echoed through the tense atmosphere. You heard the students gasp in shock, some of them whispering amongst each other. You maintained eye contact with him as his chest heaved in what you presume was anger. You waited a few seconds before asking,

“Are you done?” You didn’t even bother saying his name since you are so close from lashing out at him in front of all of your students. You sigh as you walk towards him as he doesn’t say anything, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

You inhale softly, calming your irritated nerves and looked at the second tier student with all the coldness and hostility you could muster, making him take a step back from you. He was taken aback from your gaze, having never seen it before; to him, you were looking at him as if he was the enemy.

“You being an entitled, misogynistic, rude and disrespectful student will get you nowhere in Neo Culture, especially with me as your Captain.” Your voice was calm yet cold, gentle yet held so much fierceness that it felt like you could set it on fire. You turned your head to the students who were still talking but it quickly ceased as your gaze fell on the upperclassmen.

Turning back to Jihoon, you continued, taking small and steady steps towards him, “it does not matter if you are older than me, it does not matter if I am a female and my past certainly doesn’t involve you. My training time has been accomplished faster than your time taking an entrance exam to the next tiers. My training time involved severe physical and mental training which is why I’m not bothered by a little boy who decided to disrespect one of the heads of D.R.E.A.M.S., captain of the Dreamies and highest ranked female captain in all of Neo Culture.”

You heard many of the students ‘ooing’ at your words but you shot them a quick gaze to prevent them from continuing.

“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you’re stronger, smarter and faster than me, which is why you are still a student. As for me being a traitor; you’re still hung on the incident that happened six years ago, are you not?” You asked with a hint of mockery in your tone. “Of course, if that’s the case, that’s still a grudge you hold. Over what? I don’t know.”

“And don’t you find it a bit embarrassing that another person, younger than you in fact, is currently serving in the 127 unit only months after arriving at the academy?” You knew he thought of Sungchan, the younger male that literally ran his way up the tiers and was working in the association’s strongest unit. “And you’re still here? Six, nearly seven years later.”

You send him a small smirk before it falls completely, “now listen to me very, very carefully.” You whisper yet it felt like a scream from how piercing it was. “If you think that I wiggled my way to the top, you are very, very wrong.” Your voice held venom, the poison dripping from your words. “I made my way to the top, I fought for it and I earned it. It wasn’t handed to me, it wasn’t wrapped in a preppy white box with a ribbon on it. I’m where I am today because I fought for it because I wanted it. Don’t let your little grudges and delusions blind you from hard work and determination.”

“And one last thing,” you said, and turned to the rest of the students. “This goes for all of you too. Pass the message on to your peers; respect, especially in Neo Culture, will get you where you want to be if you fight for it. We rather have a hard-working, respectful and determined student as a soldier rather than an egotistical male who thinks his abilities will get him to the top. It might be a head start, of course, but it won’t get you anywhere if you are selfish and arrogant.” You directed the last part to Jihoon, whose hands were balled into fists.

“Neo Culture is a team and more importantly, a family. I rather see all of you help each other strive than one of you thinking their above another. What’s our motto?”

“Never leave a soldier behind.” The students spoke in unison, the motto practically engraved in their heads.

“That’s our motto, it’s not just a saying but a rule we live by.” You glanced back at Jihoon who wasn’t looking at you anymore. “I suggest you fix that little attitude of yours because if it doesn’t get you in trouble with me, it’ll certainly get you in trouble with the General.”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” you snarled, standing right in front of him and watching as the twenty-two-year-old looks at you with envy. “I will not tolerate any kind of disrespect from you or anyone else. Refrain from any attitude or rudeness you want to use when talking to me. If not, I invite you to talk to Taeyong the same way.”

“Is that a threat?”

“I don’t need to mention Taeyong to make it one.” You simply state, lifting your head a bit to notice Yuta at the very end of the everlasting hall, watching you handle everything from a distance. “Do I make myself clear?”

You turned to the students, all of them agreeing at the same time, even the four boys who are Jihoon’s friends. “Do I make myself clear, Jihoon?” You asked again, waiting for the male’s response.

“Yes, Captain.” You hummed after hearing his answer. You look behind him and stare at the rest of his friend group, “I expect you all in my office in thirty minutes to discuss a proper punishment after the little report I received from multiple people, including the lack of respect for your peers and the altercation between the Dreamies and the rest of you. Understood?”

“Yes, Captain,” they said anonymously, their voices loud enough to be heard. “I expect you there as well, Jihoon.”

You took a step back from him and looked at the rest of the students. “You all are dismissed.” And just like that, the students scurried like birds approached by humans. Only a few lingered back, including Lia.

“Captain?” you turned around to see her shaken up by the whole ordeal. “Um-”

“Lia,” you sighed, your arms landing on your sides, “you can still call me Ms. Song, it’s okay.”

“Really?”

You nod your head, “Everyone in tiers five and under can call me Ms, everyone above refers to me as Captain. What was it you wanted to ask?”

Her face lit up again and asked, “I don’t want to bother you or anything but is it okay if you give me extra fighting classes? I want to get better.”

You smiled softly at the girl and said, “it’s definitely possible, I need to check your grades and how you’re advancing in class before coming to that decision. Tell you what,” you say, “I’ll talk to your teachers and see with Mark before coming back to you, give me a couple hours and pass by my office. I'm not promising anything but I need to make sure it won’t interfere with your current training. Alright?”

She nodded her head and smiled brightly at you, “of course, thank you, Ms. Song!” She turned her head to her friends calling her to hurry up. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded your head as she smiled again, running towards her friends. As soon as she turned the corner, you turned around and started walking towards the door all the way at the end of the living lounge, down an everlasting hallway.

You let out a sigh, the entire ordeal upsetting you to no extent. Of course, it was the male who ratted you out to Neo Culture who’s giving you a hard time. You didn’t care if he disrespected you, what you mainly cared about was him picking a fight with Jisung, who’s one of the top students, and used you to get on your nerves and started picking on the lower-tiered students.

It didn’t benefit him at all, if anything, he was creating a bad image for himself, setting himself up for disaster in the future. Until he’s ready to drop his attitude and ego, you weren’t going to help him, not with the way he currently is.

You finally made it to the end of the hallway, where Yuta was waiting, leaning against the door, an amused look on his face. “I personally think that was a beautiful welcoming gift.”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to lighten your mood and quickly mumbled, “oh, shut the fuck up.”

He only chuckled under his breath and scanned his hand on the scanner, the once red light turning green as he cleared the authentication. He opened the door and nodded his hand for you to walk into the hall where multiple staircases lead up and down and another door leading to 127’s building.

You and Yuta walked down the ever grey hall leading to the next building. “When did you get back from Japan?”

“A few days ago actually,” he ran a hand through his blond hair, “came back for the monthly report, I’m going back tomorrow. I should be fine here since there’s no tensions between anyone right now and Shotaro’s there so I’m not worried.”

You hummed at the mention of the male, “settling well I presume?”

“Yeah,” Yuta nodded, “a lot better than I thought. He only started a few months back but he’s following, listening to orders and has one hell of a personality.” The man chuckled dryly to himself, as if proud of the younger male despite not admitting it. “How about you?”

You only let out a puff of air, a headache creeping up on you. “Apart from that whole thing? The mission in Canada was an absolute horror house, I don’t think I’ll be going back on an overseas mission in a while.”

Yuta didn’t even question your response as he planted his hand on the scanner once more. He only looked at you with curious eyes, “that bad, huh?” When you only nodded, he opened the door and waited for you to walk into the building. “Kids?” You sent him a solemn look, one you wish you didn’t need to share. You let out a heavy sigh as you walked through the door.

“Kids.”

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